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

July came to an end one day.

No. Nobunaga, who was disgusted by the increasing heat, was making cold tomato soup, at least trying to eat something cold for lunch.

Chop, simmer, and filter the ingredients aligned on the central market the day before in your home kitchen to cool. A noble man who moves more mame than you can think of from his everyday appearance.

It's just not particularly unusual. A man is something that makes him want to cook seizures on holidays. That, too, as I said, "If you want to make it anyway," something in your hand.

A luxurious dish that takes the cost and duration of materials out of sight. Your wife was obsessed with making what she called "man's cooking," which seemed to flatter her face when she saw it.

"Today at noon, is that tomato soup and fries?

A routoo in a cool thin blue piece hugs the noble man as he takes the frying pan out of the shelf.

Is it crooked? Chaotic dragons with their bragging brunettes upwards clung to their nobility, even though their chests are tingling and their glances glimmering.

"No, not today."

"Zarububa?

"Oh, in my hometown dish. I ate a lot in the summer."

Just move around and be young, then blind to the coquettish charm of the routine, Nobita starts boiling the chopped buckwheat.

The chaotic dragon, who is turning into a girl's figure, whether she was intrigued by a word she is unfamiliar with hearing, shows her curiosity, which suits her figure, and stares into the pan.

With all the dazzling white, a drop of sweat passes down. I wish I could leave if it was hot, and you tried to pull me apart, but I remembered if I could stay like this if I was going to grow up, and I went to fry myself on the stove next door.

Serve the teased shrimp, fish and vegetable tempura on a plate, and tighten the boiled buckwheat with cold water. Pour the crisp, chilled, thick tomato soup into a bowl. And I could...

"What do you say! Western-style soba noodles!

"Oooh!

Arranged in western style, it was by the heavens.

The buckwheat is served on a flat plate rather than in a steam cage. Tempura is clearly not the same as that in Japan. In the first place, it is a soup made from soba sauce with a tomato flavoured acidity.

Some people may also be regarded as' evil roads', but the people of Earth cheer.

"Heh, nice, this pasta. Cooling is delicious, buckwheat noodles."

The caorle you called at the behest of the neighborhood nods, yeah, as impressed.

"Don't let the fried monkey get in your stomach. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Soon the red-haired adventurer girl in dispute cheeks a little tempura on soy sauce.

"Sure, this fried stuff is nice. It's lighter than fried, so it goes well with cold soup"

A brunette elf sitting like home soaks tempura in soba sauce.

"Oh, you're using this soup, onion, right?

"Goldie, are you kidding me?

"Hehe, it's okay! I couldn't eat it at this time, but the beast man is ok with onions!

And the dog-beasts, who are as close as their sisters, are eating their buckwheat side by side.

In the living room, which is never large, as many as eight girls gather to pound their tongues by the heavens. Like a small animal, Yumiel is not the only one who rubs hard by his favorite side. They smile that they are delicious and delicious, from gastronomers' loooooooos to dining room daughters to wordless adventurers.

To the sight, Noble Daisy nodded with satisfaction...

"'No, no, no. Wait a minute. That's crazy."

He immediately went back to me and put a scratch on himself.

"Hmm? What's going on, Takahiro?"

"... Buckwheat, don't you eat it? It's delicious."

The cohabitants take tempura from your plates. To his care, however, Guitar looks around the table with his eyes narrowed.

"When did we get together so much... it's not a hoarding place, my house is"

Almost all the girls make a decent face to that word. Um, "What are you talking about now?" Guitar exhaled in a deep sigh at the expression.

"Well, better than extra ingredients"

Apparently, he finally gave up, and your daddy starts to rinse his buckwheat when he drifts.

Grab the tempura. Buckwheat. Put a little shrimp heaven on the salt. Blink and rash.

To its momentum like yakitori, alties, lutoos, caorles, etc. smile and cheer at the taste of eating.

In contrast, the foodies rush into securing their tempura without fear of your invasion. The walnut pair of walnuts and gordies is chicken heaven, and the elu is carrot and pepper tempura and the choice with which each character often comes out.

To that fierce battle, the table gets busier again -.

"Ha..."

But at the edge of the table for visitors, one girl had an annoying atmosphere.

"I'm in trouble..."

A girl who sighs with a frigid look, just because she doesn't get through her cold buckwheat.

Stunning blonde vertical roll, Royal School designated uniform. Blue, clear eyes, long lashes. She is Francois de Ferdinand, the only daughter of one of Easwind's leading aristocrats, the Duke of Ferdinand.

After all, François, who at some point had ascended to your great house, had been at this rate since he showed his face. Now it's hard to ignore even that noble one forever.

Anyway, I suppose you have a problem - and yet, Guido spoke to François.

"Hey, François. Is something wrong?

"Yeah... a little bit of a problem."

I don't know how troubled you are, Daughter of the Grand Aristocrat who opens her mouth just waiting. The other daughters turn their eyes and ears to François in response to the word 'troubling' she uttered.

"What's the problem?

"As a matter of fact, I've been feeling a little underpowered lately."

"Heh? You?

Your Majesty was surprised by this.

aristocracy among the nobles. Gold dancing on the battlefield. Shining Ferdinan. François, successor to the Grand Duke family, who makes numerous aliases arbitrary (as he wishes), is equipped with just the power not to be ashamed of the name.

Even now that the school labyrinth has been refurbished, the level and number of mastery skills are at the top of the school year. Random dungeons with classes and student guilds well put together and hands on by the first school director also dominated first.

A perfectly indispensable lady with strength and charisma, not to be proud of her family. That's a girl named François.

"If you say you're powerless, other students will cry."

Laugh lightly, Precious Denying François's troubles. But François still shakes his head sideways.

"No, I'm underpowered. Now, we were too helpless. Against that chaos dragon."

"Huh? Me?

"Oh hon!! Mm-hmm!!

The reaction of Chaotic Dragon (in person) is deluded with a lofty cough, and Guitar rushes to connect the story.

"Uh, well, that's special. It's not like it's rare. It's not like you're sick."

"No, as a nobleman... as someone who moves the country, you must not acknowledge 'special' or anything else. It is only on any condition that we can protect our own country that we can be named aristocrats for the first time. Yet in the battle against Chaotic Dragon, he exposes himself to such an unusual appearance..."

I guess you remember the humiliation two months ago. François frowning at the root of his eyebrows and chewing his lips all the time.

"We, like that black knight, must slash and abandon all threats. You must not be satisfied with a big victory over a low-level demon opponent."

"Well, that's a good thing to say about nobility."

François and his dog ape buddy Alti also gently opened her eyes and leaked an exclamation as to whether she felt empathy for the boney words.

"Sure, you'd be reliable if you always had a black knight"

"Black Knight, it's popular, isn't it? The play always seems to be full."

"My boy's black, too, isn't he?"

In response to the Black Knight's name, the Common Trinity begins to chat. With that in his ear, François smiled mocking herself.

"To be praised were not alone, but the warriors of this country. It was us who should have fought like the Black Knight. That's just one blow of brace to wipe it out… it was a nightmare."

For some reason, a route to pointing a good face at you. Um, "I'm strong, right? Hmm? You can compliment me," Precious Pretends not to notice your gaze. And the more we talk, the more depressed Francois gets.

"When you're fighting in the school labyrinth, it's always the look of the Black Knight that comes to mind. Whatever you do, you compare it to him... and you feel powerless."

"Is that what happened"

No way, you didn't think your actions would pull you so far behind. He puts his arms together and thinks about issues that are not human resources.

Then Eru, who was fumbling with dessert ice macarons, suggested in a casual manner.

"Isn't that an easy story? You should be instructed by Takahiro. Anyway, he's the one with the Black Knight."

"Eru! It's a bad boy to open people's house freezers on your own! This is a treat! Come here!

"What!?

A noble man instantly turns behind the elu and lifts the elf's head in a scratch trying to talk about something extra.

And then a short distance away we have a solid 'story' before releasing Eru. Likewise, he stopped in eye contact with Alti, who knew his true level, and Nobita returned to his seat.

"What was it?

"No, you don't have to worry"

"Ha."

Apparently, I couldn't hear the key part. Guitar caressed his chest down and moistened his dry throat when he did it with barley tea.

"But being coached by a teacher, that's a good idea. Just in time, the school is on summer vacation starting next week. We have plenty of time."

"Buha!?

An unexpected development, Precious Dai clogs the trachea with the barley tea he was about to drink.

He looks worried about him coughing up his cheeks, and François continues to talk nonetheless.

"Doctor, I'll be waiting for you at school next week. Let us learn again the vivid moves we have shown in the Smile Clown battle."

"Hey, man, I ain't got a word to take."

"... your husband?

"Hih!?

Feeling the swordswallowing gaze, Guitar shook his body frightened.

The Lord of gaze, who doesn't have to look back, is a maid who turns into a ghost when it comes to work. Not to mention that there is no summer vacation like a student in society, but Yumiel stares at your greatness.

"Wow, okay. School next week, huh?

The owner of anything that loses an unspeakable pressure and raises the white flag lightly.

"Yeah, I'll be waiting for you"

And François chuckles like a flower.

To her smile, with an inner sigh, Guido stuck to the table.