Free Life ~Record of the Struggle of a Different World General Merchant~

Fairies Garden.

That's the name of paradise. The ideal place people dreamed of.

In paradise, there is neither hunger nor thirst. If it's not hot, it's not cold.

I don't even get old. Death doesn't even exist. There is nothing that afflicts the living and the living.

Sage said.

Fairy Town says there must be.

The emperor asked.

The fruit of immortality: fruit of paradise.

The adventurer dreamed.

Take in the sights of the blooming Peach Town.

A garden of dreams. Permanent (and permanently) resting place. Space between dreams and depression.

Fairies Garden is heaven in this world.

People said that with their mouths shut.

But they don't know. Faeries Garden alias.

And the name of the thing lurking there.

Once, what happens if you step in? Dreamers don't know that.

What would I think if I knew?

That the true name of Fairy Town is "Prison of Purification".

That it is never paradise or anything else, but a rind bowl that rips apart souls filled with greed and crushes them into particles of magic vegetables.

What would you think if you met him?

Living in fairy land, to the three fairy sisters.

inferior to the starving ghosts of hell, to a lump of desire-

From the mossy rock, it is flooded with corn and water and poured into a small pond.

Around the pond, a flower garden on one side. Flowers bloom all over the land surrounded by forest trees.

Moreover, colorful butterflies, unbeatable by flowers, were flying, creating fantastic sights.

Is it an orchard just a short distance away? The red and orange-dyed fruit is fruity.

A short distance from it even exists a beekeeping-like facility. The bees were carrying flower nectar to the square nest box at best.

Furthermore, small animals such as squirrels and deer glance adorably at each other from the gaps between the trees and the periphery.

A kind of paradise was there.

"Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi...!

"Oh, good. This is good wow. Kiku...!"

"Chubby! Chubby!"

But it's all ruined because of the residents.

In the flower garden rolls pots that have not even been washed, in the orchard rolls skins of fruit, and in the bee farm rolls shards of beeswax.

The killer and the thought fairies, with their frigid eyes, continued to lick the molasses made by simmering fruits and honey, indifferently.

"Kiku!"

If a regular person speaks, that's the only sugary honey that's going to hurt your head, three fairies that tremble your body when you make a noise and sip your cubs.

Better to be in a slum than in paradise, he looked so uncomfortable.

"... what is wrong with you guys"

"Oh, you are!?

Like the inhabitants of the cave, the fairies, who were also swamped by trees, rose up in momentum.

That, too, should have stood before them because they were equal to the Savior as well.

"This is Master Yumiel. In a good mood."

"Oh, my shoes are dirty. I'll wipe it for you!

"Ha! Ha ha!

It's so easy to understand, visitors...... fairy sisters mesmerized by Yumiel.

The tiniest fairy, Nice, reaches out with the pins and repeats the dugout.

The medium fairy, Peak, greets the visitor with a gentle smile. but my narrowed eyes are not laughing. It's like an eagle's eye for prey.

And the biggest fairy, Fair, is brushing her undyed Yumiel shoes with a humble grin.

What the hell happened to them? Why do they behave funny? Yumiel didn't understand.

"... Gentlemen, what really happened?

"I've never done anything like this! I've been to you too, haven't I, Fairy King's fucking jerk?"

"... Yes. When I came to give you back your gifts, I told you the truth about this place and the circumstances. And I was told to cut off contact for six months."

"Again, root it. All fairy kings......! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

To an indignant fair, a peak that crawls on all fours and slaps the ground with a clenched fist.

In it, only his youngest sister, Nice, approaches Yumiel fluttered with anticipation.

"But this is how Yummy came to me, so she snuck it in and brought it to me ~? I can't live without sweets anymore ~"

To her words, you know, I'm convinced, Yumiel.

But the one word she uttered was the opposite of what Nice wanted.

"... I haven't brought it. Because the Fairy King forbids it."

"Gibbumi! Gibbumi, hey this - whoa!!

"... Obtaining excessive taste stimulation with synthetic syrup is also, as a prudent thing, something you shouldn't do? We'll report back later."

"Okay ~. This is a dream, isn't it? If I close my eyes, I'm on a mountain of sweets ~. Yeah, I'm sure I am ~. Hahahaha ~..."

Nice, crazy. Go on, Fair, Nice was distracted too.

The hope was scattered, and the fragments were also trampled.

In an inescapable prison with no entertainment that could satisfy the fairies, the simmering and sugar-enhanced syrup was above all a pleasure.

It takes away sweet honey that produces after bitterness, which paralyzes the brain.

That, for the three fairy sisters, was synonymous with the death sentence.

But in every hell, spider yarn is something to be drooled over.

Yumiel gave a similar word to the gospel to the fairies to be struck.

"... don't worry. Listen to my request and you'll all get out of here without waiting for the end of prudence"

"Ugh!?

Bing, and the three fairy sisters who even turn the wind upside down and gather in front of Yumiel. Their eyes were full of anticipation and hope.

"What is a favor? I would spare no help if I could get out of hell with no pages and no shards of video crystals."

"Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm gonna do anything already! Look, what's Onegai? Say it."

Fairies who swear to their mouths that they will spare no cooperation if they remain in one place because they are free and at will.

Yumiel opened her mouth prompted by their motivational burning.

"… I want to be strong"

"What?"

"... so strong that no one can beat you"

"Yeah?

After all, the fairies thought it was their desire to live with her, to shoot the hearts and minds of the brunette youth.

He opened his mouth pompously to the desire for absolute power that a musculoskeletal martial artist might say, and for a while, he solidified.

Meanwhile, in Free Life, anything.

"Yu, if Yumi asks you, you can't say no, can you? It's okay, yeah. Because this is the care of the sick..."

"Yes, let's banzai, Takahiro kun"

"Come on, can't you take your clothes off by yourself? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Girls associated with your greatness were gathered to care for him.

"You think it's poisoned in the bath? Hmm, that's interesting. I think I'll analyze the ingredients of the hot flowers."

"Wow! Oh, my God!

In the strip room and in the bathroom, five girls and one man. With your great commitment, loosely built, but narrow is narrow.

Still, the girls manage to take up space and make you take off your precious clothes.

But......

"What do we do with this...?

"Oh, wow, even if I ask..."

All that's left is a pile of pants, and the girls' hands stop as soon as possible.

It is also unavoidable. For them without male experience, some pants of the opposite sex are forbidden areas.

Even the male winner Alti was hesitant to reach for a single piece of cloth cut.

But breaking contraindications is always a young man. The immaculate manifester took away the veil of mystery.

"Eh."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!?"

The white Virgin of the Church exposed the symbolic pillars of impure to the day.

Yellow Snake drips his head off in the day he plugs it through the window. The appearance of the anomaly made all the beholders bare.

"Uh, this, what?

The Virgin, who opened the gate of forbidden, is upset to see the demon she has solved. Looking back at the girls lined up behind us, ask them.

But no one can answer her question. Because they knew that if they answered, flowers would also lose something important, as a girl to be ashamed of.

It's just that I can get my gaze on it to scorch, and none of the girls, they don't move.

"Weird. It's not like a drawing picture. Is he special?

"Was that the color of the array? Not at all like a jerk's..."

"Wow, wow..."

"That's Takahiro's... wow...!?

Like a groan, he mouthed a voice of doubt or shame, just jiggly, watching "it" like a faucet. That was supposed to happen.

But the next moment!

"Is this, at last, okay? Wow, I don't have one... Could it be, sick? Is healing magic going to cure you?

"Hey, stop... Huh!?

"Wow, come on, now!? Yeah, yeah? Yep, yep, yep!?

"No, no, no, no, no!?"

Another Nobita Sayama...... No, in a way, Nobita herself.

Touched the Virgin's healing hand, ambitious, fierce, and stood up.

Like a brave man. It's like a sharp blade piercing a cloud.

Sayama's vitality rose all the time!

"Hey, no, no, no, no, no!

In the end, Guitar was to be bathed in the hands of neighbor Mrs. Veeville, who heard the noise.

The Lady laughed greatly at the innocence of the girls, and that they, for a while, could not see properly the face of your greatness?