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

Anything is in the store "Free Life", when you were standing or not standing.

In the Interdimensional Space Fairies Garden, one girl was on her knees.

In Peach Township, where the flowers dance and the smell of honey. Yumiel, the fairy species girl, closes her eyes deeply and sits at the center of the flower garden.

Like exploring something. To withstand something. Yumiel is sweating like a bead on her forehead, squeezing and holding both hands together.

"Okay? If you want power, look for it first. Feel the immense amount of magic lurking here."

"Soothe your heart - float your consciousness in the sky - and blend into Fairies Garden -... so what are you going to do?"

"On top of that, you keep yourself. Strong, strong, not to be swallowed by the tremendous flux of power"

Surrounding Yumiel and offering some advice are three fairy sisters: Fairy Township Residents, Fair, Peak and Nice. They talk as if to connect Yumiel's consciousness.

In a flowering paradise, what the hell are they doing? What am I going to do?

That 's--

"Still, you don't feel like a fairy king. How much my favorite kid wants to be strong or something, more importantly, throw me in here."

"Isn't that right? Fairies Garden is a place to melt people who want to be strong. If you make a mistake, Yumiel will melt too."

"But it makes sense. This place has enough magic vegetables to attract those who worship power. If you can absorb even one of those shards, Yumiel will achieve a dramatic level increase."

Yes, Yumiel wants to level up.

To be a stronger self than I am now. To keep your feet together. Rather, so that you can actively help your greatness.

As soon as possible. Strongest possible. That's all I hoped for and came to Fairies Garden.

And the three fairy sisters, caught on their own release, decided to cooperate in two replies. Now that I can get out of here, I vowed to spare no effort.

But seeing Yumiel's desire for strength is beginning to create a hurry for them as well.

The alias for Fairies Garden is - No, the original name is' Prison of Purification '. This is never paradise or anything else, and its entity is an execution ground for breaking down souls hungry for strength.

It is tantamount to suicidal behaviour, such as even seeking to level up in such a setting. Without the support of the fairies, it would have dissolved a long time ago and turned into a particle of magic vegetables.

No, even now, that crisis hasn't left. Yumiel's contours, trying to close his eyes, grip his hands, and feel the flow of magic vegetables, are blurred by a blur.

As if spilling ink into the ocean, her figure is about to melt into the magic lurking in Fairies Garden. Each time, the Fairy Three Sisters speak to Yumiel and try to keep themselves.

If you're fascinated by strength and lose sight of me, all you're waiting for is ruin. That's an absolute rule. No exceptions are allowed for any number of people, the code of lethality.

If you break the rules, Yumiel will be finished by then. I can't help you, even if you're a fairy king. It will melt in the drool shortly after it stops.

It's a call not to let that happen. To Yumiel, who is pulled into a giant magic vegetable, he tries to prevent himself from spreading by teaching that "you are Yumiel".

But this is just support. The important thing is that he/she doesn't missee the trigger. Do not seek more strength than necessary. That was what we had to protect when absorbing Fairies Garden's magic vegetables.

The three fairy sisters told him about it in advance. I pressed for precautions over and over again to avoid greed. In times of danger, I also said I would be forced to interrupt.

But what do you say? Finally, having grasped the flow of the magic vegetables, Yumiel takes the magic vegetables into his own body, as much as he cowers, with joy. Ignore the advice of the three fairy sisters and level up at a fierce rate.

"Hey, Yumiel, stop!? It's gone, it's gone! You're disappearing from this one!

"I'm going to be eating magic vegetables, but they're eating me!

"Magnetic absorption, too soon. This could be... Either way, you shouldn't!

Finally, the magic vegetables that were hidden in Fairies Garden appear and begin to wrap Yumiel in purple fog.

Fair thought Yumiel would disappear as it was.

Nice looked like Yumiel was being eaten by an exorcism.

Only, Peak had found a different possibility.

Either way, all three of them had the same intention of stopping Yumiel. Three sisters, full of strength and bumping into Yumiel, scattering the fairy powder.

But by the runoff of magic vegetables that appeared as they erupted from the earth, they were bounced into the sky, and the approach was elusive. They are, only, fairies. It has nothing to do with the havoc of power.

If you don't get close to the subject, you can't even put him to sleep with the illusion technique of his specialty. If the magic vegetarian wind blows, you can't even take consciousness away with the fairy powder.

As a result, the three of them, who can only hold hands, raise their voices to reach at least their voices alone. But it has no noticeable effect, and the appearance of magic vegetables does not stop.

In the middle of the flower garden, the magic vegetables that appeared around Yumiel are sucked into her like water dropped in the desert. Attracted by her desire for strength, she winds a vortex and pours it down.

At the same time, Yumiel's presence turns into something rare. The contours loosen enough for strength and disappear so that they can be unscrewed from the ends of the hands and feet.

That's the 'prison of purification' rule. Absolute determination, equally clothed by many (what) people. Yumiel, greedy for strength, had himself become a magic vegetable and was about to be swallowed up by Fairies Garden.

- But.

But things are not right.

Faster than disappear. Before it melts. There was a mutation in her body.

"Is that...!? No, that shouldn't be, Mr. Yumiel!

A peak with Yumiel's eyes on change shouts out, and it shouldn't, it shouldn't be all.

Still, Yumiel doesn't stop. While disappearing. while mutating. She keeps absorbing magic vegetables.

In doing so, the other two also noticed Yumiel's change. And then, keeping an eye out, he shouted just like a peak.

"Shit, shit, shit! That's serious. He said it wouldn't go out of style!

"Yumiel, stop!? Stop right there!?

Are you hearing me, or are you not there? Yumiel leaves her mouth open, nagging in a vortex of magic vegetables.

And...

"... Goshu, Jin"

Her skin.

".................. Sama"

Blue, dyed.

…………

From the lateral head.

".................. ga, ah"

When I was a demon, the horns were about to grow.

Meanwhile, around that time. The chaotic dragon girl and the old dragon to the east were walking side by side in the city of Granferia.

"Ho, I thought you'd changed your blood phase and jumped in. I didn't know it was a human crisis. I never dreamed I'd see you cry."

"Don't laugh like that. That's all I was desperate for."

Lootoo that swoops cheeks with a flashing face. To that appearance, the old dragon grins more and more deeply and leaks his cheeks and breath satisfactorily.

That was so disturbing that the dragon girl walked with her shoulders teased, but even that appearance was adorable and greatly soothed the hearts of those on the road.

An old man with a serene face, his grandson and a girl in black with thoughts.

Do the city people know? That they are mighty dragons, single and capable of destroying even their country. Sometimes even the brave return, that they are absolutely powerful.

If I knew, I wouldn't be sane. I just saw him, I just heard his voice, and he would be unable to move one thing, take it off.

But now they just look, like, a favorite, adorable girl. That's why the city people don't notice. People who judge a lot by their appearance, they don't realize.

Well, get it, that's what humans are for. Even if the beast is nearby, if it is blocked by a single wall or the box is worn, it will live as usual.

The point is, if you don't notice, there's no such thing as a threat.

I don't care if the oilworms don't see them, trying to stay in the room. Whether the unexploded ordnance is buried, if you don't realize it, you can even build a house. Whether God comes or the devil shows up, but if he is clearly invisible, he can live as he always does.

It's wonderful, human bluntness. That was an advantage to be proud of, and a difficulty to be admired.

"Whatever. Not as long as the evil gods' families live in the city."

"Well, here it is. Poisoned my fiancée, what is the address of the undead...... isn't it a tear away neighborhood!?

Routoos and old dragons. Ahead of what they look up to are the letters of the tool shop, Apple Basket.

Yes, it's an Apple basket. It was the toolshop at the end of the eyes and nose of the free life that the avenge-burning lutoo was brought to the old dragon, who was good at detecting.

"It's an old dragon. Don't you dare do anything nasty? Living here is not a good parent. He also gave me apple candy the other day. Such a good man could not have poisoned Takahiro."

Routoos staring at old dragons with skeptical eyes everywhere. But the old man laughs cheeky and flushes his rugged gaze.

"Ho, miss, not yet. There's a store that deals with drugs, and if someone has the same acronym as the evil god, and it's a woman (stomach), I can think of something else."

"Well, that's right...... but!

"Well, watch."

With his right hand controlling Routou's objections, the old dragon knocks at the door of the Apple basket.

Then, responding with a smile to the greeting words, he stayed put and pierced the employee's daughter's torso with his right hand.

"What, ahhhhhh!? Oh, shit, what are you doing, you idiot!?

Too stylish to kill, a grotesque and trembling dragon girl.

No way, I never dreamed of an old dragon named for his intelligence choosing a barbaric and extreme solution: "Punish the doubt", "Kill for now".

Naturally, I try to cram into the old dragon and denounce his barbarity,

"This is it. It's not early. I, also known as Ji Long, can't possibly hurt a creature."

"Hmm? Oh, oh?

From Misha, who was supposed to have been pierced through her torso, she saw that not a drop of blood had spilled, her eyes rounded and stiff.

Misha faints and falls squarely into the arms of an old dragon. Still, the blood color is good and my breath is not disturbed.

"I just lost my mind because I pulled this out."

That's what I said, old dragon with his right palm open to show. In his hand was a grain of black pearl-like balls (giggles), rolling.

"What's this?

"This is a 'shard of malice' that the evil gods whimsically scatter. The human being who planted this, it's not his will, but he spreads misfortune around."

An old dragon who gently seats Misha in a chair in the store. He goes on to explain, looking around in the Apple basket.

"What I thought was good causes misfortune. Willingness to refine for someone creates disaster. This girl's arm of rare drug refining has been disastrous, producing poisons that are unlikely to belong in the world."

The old dragon breathes heavily on the shelves lined with Misha's original products. The potion packed in the bottle then loses its poisonous colour and becomes clear as fresh water.

"Still, just drinking one dish shouldn't seriously affect the human body... how lame that young man was to drink"

Finally, the old dragon crushes the 'Shard of Malice' and makes you laugh cheeky. To the old dragon, who smiled and said no to all his hindsight worries, the Chaotic Dragon girl, too, smiled back.

"So this solves everything, right?

"That's right. This daughter's drug-making arm went back to normal, and she wiped out all the poison. After a few days, you'll have to detoxify it. of your thinkers."

"This, don't make fun of me"

Having said that, Routout never ceases to smile. She was finally relieved. From vague anxiety, he was freed from invisible fear and sighed ho.

The old dragon shrugs, rubbing his long beard, following a route that leaves the store in a whiny manner, wondering whether swinging in sight is also the effect of living with humans.

At this point, one case settled. Your consciousness returns, Yumiel returns safely, and Misha, escaped from the devil's hands by the evil gods, becomes able to diligently make sound drugs.

- Though it should have been.

"Whoa, whoa...!

"Huh......!?

We were able to actively take in the Chinese method taught by the old dragon and create a potion that is more effective than ever.

When Misha confidently did so, the neighbors put a pulling grin on her face.

But Misha's mother, Alisha, stroked her chest down wondering if Misha's arm had finally improved because it was something that pushed her heartbeat, "It's okay for humans to drink".

Furthermore, since the tasting session was held with confidence, those who were not feeling well and those who were injured rushed off and drank the fragrant liquid in one breath with the head of the toast.

That was the beginning of hell.

"Oh, oh...! Ma, mama, mama......!

"Oops, oops, oops. Yeah...!

He who leans around the floor. who lean against the wall and relax. Who punches the reflexes around.

Misha could not hide her confusion from the participants who showed the suffering of the Trinity.

"Yeah? Why?

The participants whimpered, barked and shouted at their chests. I expressed in words how I felt like filling my chest.

It's...

"Not good!!!!!!!"

Misha's potion was a feeling that it tasted like dove water.

"Ho ho. Regardless of the effect of the poisonous water-like potion, when it comes to taste, was it caused by the daughter's own arm?"

What is the evaluation of the new potion made by Misha, a taste tone retard, that cannot be cured by the doctor or Jilong?

Works great. Smells great. Looks great.

However, the taste sucks.

And that's what it was.

"Good luck."

"but good luck......"