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

"What's wrong with Grandma?

"Uh, Mr. Sister. Lately, my knees have been pounding."

"Knee. Well, that's this" Dorothy Ointment Summer Tide "thing. Thin before going to bed, apply dull. What's wrong with Grandpa?

"Wow, I'm weirdly tired. I just pay him off and he'll be as good as my son."

"Haha, Grandpa's still young. Look, it's a rejuvenating damp cloth, Passion Gain. If you put this on your hips and back, you're going to be too energetic."

"Well, why don't you give it to me, too? Because you haven't eaten a lot of food in here, so have I. Um, what? I'm not feeling well."

"'Passion Gain' is for Grandpa, so when Uncle uses it, he gets sick the other way around. I think you can eat meat and fish, so I'll feed you mine."

In the village's central square, brilliantly neglected of things, Melissa was examining the villagers.

Do it, my back hurts, my knees hurts, my eyes squeeze, my old wounds hurt, the villagers are revealing all sorts of troubles to peachy sisters all the time here.

Melissa is Melissa and responds carefully to each and every one of them, removing that and this from the examination bag that swelled into the bread.

Speaking of which, I just stare at the sight.

No, honestly, I'm surprised. I never dreamed Melissa could do such a normal Sister-like treatment.

'Cause by the time you got to the village, you'd have made all three assassins irreversible with one punch, right? I can't believe the treatment that such a disruptive sister does.

"[Great Heels]. Now there's no wounds that can't be healed."

"Ahhh!? Hips!? My hips are....!?

"No, you don't! My legs hurt so much, I can move freely!?

Like,

'Cause it's an ancient wound, and you're telling me you can't pass up your therapeutic skills? Yeah, that's not true. If we go through there, the old wounds will be wounded, right? That way, look! Your therapeutic skills will work. "'

"Awful! Bones! There's meat all the way to the bones! It plays as you see it......!

Or something like that. I was thinking rough and messy.

I was already freaking out that Grandma and Grandpa were going to die of shock on the way here.

Besides, I was surprised by the assassin's raid and rushed to activate the [radar] around the carriage, full of red dots showing hostile reactions. They move as we move, so freaking out in a double sense.

And then Melissa said, "Takahiro, you don't have to do anything, okay? I thought my heart would get arrhythmia because I was laughing and cleaning up the raiders.

"Again, Takahiro. Examination, over."

I was bogged down in the carriage carriage I got into the village, and sometime Melissa was back.

"Oh, my God. Are we done yet?

"Yeah. Because there weren't many people in trouble here. Everyone who can be cured has been cured and the medicine has been distributed."

"Right. Then I guess I'll go to the inn. The mayor said he'd lend us a room."

Villages off the streets and with no monster forests or other hunting grounds nearby are rarely visited by travellers. There's no way I can run an inn in such a remote area, and there's nothing but a horse cabin or warehouse for buildings other than 'private houses'.

Then when it comes to where people from outside stay, it's usually the village chief's house. In every village, the village chief's house serves as an assembly hall, so there's plenty of room for pedestrians and patrol sisters to stay.

Oh, but you can't even stay at the village chief's house in a messy, poor village. And so are villages that hate adventurers and closed villages. In that case, you can't let me in a building with a roof, and I can't resist forcing Nojuku.

As an adventurer, I used to play wild boarding and wake up in a stable. Something, the adventurer seems to have an image of even the abusive, and there were still things I couldn't get him to stay at the village chief's house. Well, I can tell you that the top can't be a killer, but I just want you to improve the area.

By comparison, Sister has a different level of credibility. The village chief said, "Make sure you stay."

After all, even in a fantasy world, identity matters.

"Yes, sir. Shh, shh, shh, shh."

"What, yeah, yeah!?

This Sister kicked some good treatment that adventurers wouldn't even get if they wanted to!

A carriage that is dropped off by waving residents, ragged and kept away from the village. Oh, the inn disappears with illusions this evening......!

"Hey, Melissa! It's evening already!? It's a long way to the next village, and we'll stay this evening. I went all the way to Nojuku.

"Haha, no"

"Why? It's not such a rushed journey, is it?

On the road, I was hearing from Melissa about the time it would take for this patrol. According to that, 'I can still afford to go around all the villages slowly'.

"No, you can't. Because the villagers are going to get attacked."

"Ah..."

I was hacked by Melissa's words, which she answered without turning around.

Yes, it was too cluttered and lost, but we were surrounded by assassins. If you stay long, that's all the danger to the people in the village.

Even if it's not enough for us to take, it's the worst killer if you try to be ordinary. If you do poorly, all the villagers will be tragically murdered by just one assassin.

But......

"But. You, the Virgin, can use [Sanctuary], right? If there is one small village, a barrier can be put in place to prevent foreign enemies from entering. In the meantime, if I get rid of my dad and his assassins, why don't you stop worrying about your hindsight?

I thought it might be a pretty good idea, so I suggested it. But the Virgin never shakes her head vertically.

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

The enemy you're attacking, why don't you return? Being a Kanst-level scout, I can get my enemies to pass out and go around.

Same kanst level, so you know that, right?

With that question in mind, I asked Melissa...

"Takahiro is playing the dark side of the church."

Unexpectedly cold, hard words came back and I lost more words than that.