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

The new labyrinth created by your great inward wisdom was dominated by absolute laws.

People and demons move alternately. The wound blocks as I walk. Starve as fast as you can move. If I die, I lose everything I get, and I go back to shaking it out.

From this heterogeneous law, no one can escape. Even if my head knows, I can't move faster than the demon. In a labyrinth where two beats of people, demons, people, and demons followed, as if in order - still, the students were showing good fights.

(bread and magic wand, and spelling scroll. Attack an anomalous random dungeon with these three consumables in your hand)

The girl, who lost her trademark torrid hat and exposed her dark brown hair, was silent and reticent without moving a step from the drop point.

(If I'm exhausted by injury or hunger, I'll be put back in this place - no, reset? Levels, hunger and possessions will be in the condition they were in when they fell. Yeah, it's a reset after all)

The girl with the black edge glasses - Camilla - thinks deeply and deeply as she crochets the tips of her three braided hair.

(The labyrinth itself is the same as a random dungeon. Even on the same floor, the intervals change with each visit. The placement of demons will change, as will the items available. But that's all we have in common)

Camilla with a slight eye lift. Items falling on the floor, not stored in crates. A demon who just breathes and doesn't move a step. And a dark passage that leads outside the room.

None of it was in the labyrinth she knew. None of them are in her memory.

So she discards her existing knowledge - from the information she gets from several challenges.

How this labyrinth works. Tactics of this labyrinth. The best moves, the use of items, the defeat of demons, the pros and cons of traps.

Camilla drops her gaze and just thinks.

"Oh, Camilla."

"Ahhhhhh!?

And I jumped.

"Let, let, let, let!?

Rigid your whole body, Camilla gazing at the intruder. The cautious's girlfriend can't immediately calm down when she finds out who spoke up.

With her glasses off and her hair upside down, the young witch just leaks her drawn voice. The person who saw him - Guitar - cheeked with a bitter smile.

"You're still bibbly. Well, you can't clear the labyrinth."

"Yes, sorry..."

Camilla holding down her pulsating chest with Bakubaku and shrinking.

"Well, it's about you, so you were even analyzing the labyrinth."

"Yes, well, it is. I've tried a few times, so, uh, think about the tactics."

It's something I'm used to for her cowardice and her poor mouth, and you listen to your goddaughter with a bitter smile.

"Um, right. I understood the basic laws, and I thought I'd put them into practice later."

"Heh, it's only been about an hour, did you grasp the rules? You're brilliant at boulders. You don't need my advice or anything like that."

"Yes, what! There's so much you don't know yet, Professor!

"Whoa? Oh, yeah?

Girl who thinks for herself and takes answers rather than being taught. Your Highness had such a reputation for Camilla.

But the actual Camilla was a girl who liked 'Thinking' in itself, as well as a gatherer of information and knowledge that served as a material for reflection.

Even if your university taught you the way to the exit, she would think about this labyrinth, based on it. Camilla was such a person.

"Well, I'll tell you... a labyrinth in a format like this one, say 'low glike'. I use my head more than my body."

"Rogu, raku"

An unfamiliar word, too, an attitude that tries to chew it up and swallow it. Seeing one side of some kind of greedy Camilla, Guitar realized that he had only seen the superficial part.

Few can be read in a short period of time: six months. Even Francois, who has known each other for a long time, still doesn't know much.

Every time I meet with the students, I find new discoveries and surprises. Your university thought that this might lead to rewarding teachers.

"In the low glike, we feel rather incapacitated. I can't flirt with my enemies at speed, and I can't bang my powerful skills. There's a trap in the nasty spot, and depending on the job, it's mazogenated... hey, it's more difficult"

"After all, there's a difference by job!

"Oh, no, you're not. Even the race makes a difference in bonuses and stats... well, we're all human species, so here's a discount. In the meantime, I'll just explain the job."

"Yes."

Explain. Saying so, Guitar took the knife out of his nostalgia for what he thought and threw it at the demon that was in the room. That action alone allowed Camilla to understand many things.

"Teachers are scouts, right? So even back in the shake, I have a knife."

"That's right. You're a magician, so you got a scroll or something, right? This is how jobs change what you own, what you get, what you don't get."

That being said, again, you take out the knife and let it spin in a clever circle. When she saw him, Camilla smiled with a grin.

"Now, let's get back to it. Uh, and you meant disabling. Yeah. Tied to the rules and unfettered. Tied to a job and unfettered. All we have is freedom of movement. Well, in short, this is the guy called Lowglike."

I miss the knife, your grandeur turning his gaze to the side. Ahead there was a demon with a knife piercing his chest and still not moving from the spot.

Demons can't take a step forward, no matter how much they raise, if the remaining humans - Camilla doesn't move. Conversely, if Camilla moves, there is no way to stop one of the demons from working.

If A doesn't move, B can't move. If B doesn't move, C can't move. If C doesn't move, A can't. The labyrinth, which was forced into order, was, as you put it, a place unrelated to freedom.

"- But that's funny, like chess"

"Well, yeah."

The law of low glike, similar to the bondage chain. Similar to a board game, Camilla burned her motivation.

"Actually, I, Chez, am good at it."

"Really? Well, if you ask me, you look strong."

Ridiculous nose, Camilla glances at her complacency. To her uncommonly confident appearance, Guido laughed lightly and raised one hand.

"Well, it's time for me to go. I know low glike is tough because of the luck involved, but, well, good luck with that."

"Ah, yes! Thank you for your guidance."

Carmilla lowering her head to play properly. Demons that step in. Knife piercing again. Demons to be extinguished. Kermila bowing her head again. A precious step away. Peppery and head bowing Carmilla. Another step forward, Precious.

Precisely like chess, Precious and Carmilla moving one hand at a time.

(After all, don't limit your low glike to acting alone)

Sneaking up on that, Guitar headed downstairs by himself.

Why is Bartoloa, the great power, called the Iron Nation?

Because quality iron ore is produced? Because you have a strong knighthood when it comes to steel? Because it sounds like a sound and you're from Iron Kaufman? Every one of them is right and every one of them is wrong.

Indeed, the Iron Sword, the Iron Knights and the mightiest knight, Kaufman, are indispensable to the military giant Bartolore. But that alone is not a reason to be called the Iron Country.

A country is not land. It's not an institution, it's not an individual. A country is a person. people belonging to a particular community form a nation. Even if there is only a tiny bit of land, if there are people who lean in and gather there, it will be a fine country.

That is why, if Bartoloa is to be called the land of iron - iron means the Bartoloans.

Have rational thinking and move with an emphasis on efficiency. Discipline is upheld, and in a group it kills the personal self.

Exactly, an ethnic group with an iron-like temperament. Because it is the country in which they live, people call Bartoloa the Iron Country.

(In shallow hierarchies, items are kept warm. Defeat demons one by one, even if you can afford your health. into the room carefully)

A country refers to a person, not a territory. From this point of view, Dorothea could be described as an exemplary Bartoloan person.

Even in the unfamiliar Lowglike Labyrinth, it moves unhurried, noisy, and flat. draining wasted motion and treading through the labyrinth extremely rationally.

Dorothea that moves efficiently as if it were a machine. She was the girl who deserved to be called the royal family of the land of iron.

(Instead of dealing with numbers, you take a level by tailoring powerful demons. Snake and approach demons with flying tools. Monster House considers it an opportunity, not a ordeal)

Tactics taught from home education. A body outfit knocked in by a mentoring knight. And the iron temperament grown in Bartoloa.

They were all on her side, trying to get her to the bottom of the labyrinth. The teaching of her native country had helped her even in exotic countries.

While thanking them all, Dorothea was running through the labyrinth - though.

(... tactics, tactics and strategies will not work without food)

A silver-haired girl walking loosely with her belly in her arms. She had everything she needed to attack the labyrinth. He was picking out the best hand he could think of.

But as the battle is called luck of time, it's the battle that defeats you, even if you do your best. Here, too, in the Lowglike Labyrinth, those who are fortunate enough to be abandoned wait for death.

Dorothea was also unluckily unable to find food and was still about to starve to death.

A princess who distorts her neat face in an empty stomach that seems to chop off. Still, she moves forward, one step at a time.

The Bartoloans will not choose defeat without doing anything. Dorothea aims for the lower floors in order not to tarnish ethnic retention.

If there's a slight possibility, I'll bet there. The young princess sounds her belly worm uncut and down the stairs.

The new hierarchy has new items. Dorothea, who found the possibility there, finally cut down the stairs with her thoughts -.

"Whoo-hoo. It's not easy to get a full stomach."

I met the devil.

"Mostly, there can't be just bread or anything. If it's rice balls, it's not like eating them alone."

Dark-haired young man sitting on the wall and cheeks bread in the first place. A man who pushes the food Dorothea wished for from the bottom of his heart into his mouth working as he scatters breadcrumbs.

The figure, for Dorothea, was tantamount to the devil.

"Hmm? I can take out the next bread...... oh, because Dorothea is here? Hey, what's up? Look at me like that."

Precious man laughing lightly and raising his hand. Dorothea turns away and tries to get out of the room just because she hates the room.

But I guess I cared about the slow pace of that walk. Your Highness walked after the princess and bumped into questions.

"What, are you hungry?

"... no"

If this was the other person, I would have asked for help. But Dorothea, who has special feelings for you, could not do so.

Fear. Despair. Hurray. Anger. Mourning. Sadness. Negative emotions swirling in the back of Dorothea's mind.

Can I bow my head to someone with a grudge? Can I rely on someone who scared my young self and made me incontinent?

I can't. That's all I can do. Even if you can be accused of being unreasonable, you cannot lose your dignity. I can't just give in to the perversion of my childhood hobby.

In the first place, I haven't even grasped why I'm a lecturer at Eastwind when I can sneak into Bartoloa's royal palace. Making a favor of an incompetent opponent may eventually result in your own ruin.

That's why Dorothea chose the path to starvation. Despite going down to the deep hierarchy, he did his best and chose to return to the starting point.

But...

"Muggle!?

Suddenly, the bread jumped into Dorothea's mouth.

Her mouth moves automatically and flattens her large bread, even as she rushes to spit it out. And, less than a minute later, the bread had subsided in Dorothea's stomach and her hunger had completely disappeared.

"Ha, are you surprised"

"Hey what...!?

Laughing noble and bewildered Dorothea. Dorothea's heart is stained with regret for the charity from the devil and the man he feared.

But Guitar just shows a floating attitude and waves his hands flickering.

"Well, don't worry. I got the bread when I did it in" The Bag of Change, "so that's why I'm here."

"Huh...?

Recommended. In other words, goodwill. A confusing Dorothea, to a word I don't think came out of the Devil's mouth.

"The same goes for that prince, so I know he doesn't want the royal family to get help from the civilians. For once, I'm a teacher, so you can count on me."

"Oh..."

How did you interpret Dorothea, Guitar exhaled gently and turned back his heel.

"Well, think about it. Well, labyrinth tactics, good luck... just leave me alone because I can't move."

That's what I said, Guitar left.

Later what was left was Dorothea, who stepped on the spot as he was told, and a great mystery.

Why, did the devil help Dorothea? Soft or caged? That's a roundabout, halfway through.

What is the Devil's purpose? Playing "Good Teacher" and making connections with the royal nobility? I don't see any further development in that.

Bounce off the takeover of luxury, don't stretch your legs to the social world, and don't even show your face to the salon. I refuse even the invitation of the great aristocrats to work as a shop for anything, day after day, for labor.

That's someone named Takahiro Sayama Dorothea looked into. A human being with no philosophy whatsoever, just from a distant exotic country. That's Dorothea's assessment of you.

There are no connections to cult groups or underground organizations, and there are no signs of hands dyed for crime. If only his background, he could be described as a good citizen.

That's the other way around. A thief sneaking into the depths of the royal palace, a good citizen? Who can say that he is not wearing a false mask?

At least, I can't tell myself. You can't turn him down as a normal person. Dorothea thought...

That I haven't been able to get any clues for six months. And that I've seen you, like now, subtly help the students. That was shaking Dorothea's mind.

"Takahiro Sayama... what are you...?

Words that squealed like sneers. That was the new question she had.

As early as half a day had passed since your lords were dropped in the Lowglike Labyrinth - here and now, one settlement was about to take hold.

"Shit... BOSS is different after all"

A blue-eyed girl with a sword in her right hand and a shield in her left. François de Ferdinand, the daughter of a grand aristocrat characterised by longitudinally curled blonde hair, stood in distress at the bottom of the school labyrinth.

"To act twice, high attack, defense. Lined up in a straight line, they spit out flaming braces and reflect, except for attack magic. You're a monster not ashamed of your BOSS name..."

Basement thirtieth floor, between BOSS. It was not a familiar little room there, but a transformation into a creepy underground temple.

A stone temple buried in a half-rock, as if caught in a collapse. The large cavity, illuminated by thin blurred hikarigoke, is disturbed by the stone columns of the temple that have lost their ceilings.

So what I was waiting for was the demon now confronting François - the BOSS of the Lowglike Labyrinth, Ruins Dragon.

Ancient dragons with sandy scales were powerful to see, and François took great care to crusade the BOSS. As a result - in no time, I lost more than half my health.

Ripped with nails, burned by flames, bounced back the magic of poison. And with a tail blow, he was slammed against the wall, and François threw up blood.

- Strong. Not comparable to previous demons.

Different speed of movement. The weight of the blow is different. It feels different coming from the sword. The number of handbills is different.

Francois stops moving and turns his mind around about this mighty enemy. How can I defeat him - no, in the first place, how many turns do you keep him in front of you?

She had a sober sense of judgment. I was blessed with luck and was able to align my gear and items. But in front of this ancient dragon, what good does it do?

A hunch of defeat crossed François's mind.

- At that time.

"Muggle!?

A grass that suddenly flew in entered François's mouth.

Elongated grass that goes straight down your throat. François couldn't help but notice the feeling of being stroked through his esophagus.

But - when I realized, instead of feeling sick, her body was full of vitality. The painful wound is blocked like you had a fever and the sharp pain is gone.

(Is this... medicinal herb?

By drinking it, it heals the injury and creates blood. That was, indeed, the power that the herbs possessed.

But where did the herb come from? When François looked up - there, one man stood.

"Hey, François"

"First!

Temporary lecturer for a little body. Biennial s group internship. And the youth that François relies on. Nobita Sayama was following during the BOSS.

"Uh, is this the BOSS... I don't know. Well, let's just knock it down... Did I interrupt?

"No, that's not true."

Though I say so in my mouth, in François, the goal of 'treading alone' did exist.

But that my beloved mentor saved the crisis. Being on the same battlefield as him. An unprecedented situation was raising François.

That's so much that I don't care about small detentions. Her heart, which seemed frustrated, was about to burn up big now.

"It's time. Let's just knock it down and get up."

"Yes, Doctor"

François feels more dependable than usual, noble enough to show his mighty enemies room in front.

The Easwins, whose strength is the supreme, seek refuge somewhere in their hearts. I would rather be protected by the strong than be the strong. That's why you believe in strength.

The story of a scholar I heard at a dance party crossed the corner of François' head.

(At that time, I made a fool of myself that it was all out of mind, psychology, etc...... out there, maybe you're right)

There are people in the world who want to lean on. There are people who want to keep their bodies gently.

For François, it is the hero of the Patriot, the Black Knight - precisely now, with his big back to himself, the noble great who is confronted with the dragon.

I do feel the highs of my own chest, and François sets up his sword. And with a reliable man, he confronts a mighty enemy.

"Well, let's go. You ready to go?

"Yes!"

Thus, François took control of the new school labyrinth with you, making a brilliant, earthly return.

"Mm, it was difficult, but it was fun"

"Yeah, you're right."

Noble University, about an hour or two late to the pair of François, Dorothea and Camilla came back between the entrance to the school labyrinth.

They sat on the bench by the entrance and talked about Low Glike's tactics and his advantages as a training.

"You can definitely train your thinking skills."

"It sounds interesting to compete for time to dominate."

"Like a stuffed chess, you can make a set of questions."

"That's good! Right, Master Dorothea?

"What? Yeah, yeah, right"

In a labyrinth of special specifications, Camilla in particular cannot hide her excitement and talks hot about the possibility of a low glike.

François casts his opinion there, and your university sends advice from the knowledge of the original world. The only people not participating in this debate were the first school director, who was round with his knees in the corner of the room because of a sense of defeat, and Dorothea, who was thinking something completely different.

(What the hell is this man's sincerity...)

Dorothea stares at the side of an uncluttered noble and thought-provoking.

The more I think about a man named Nobunaga Sayama, the bigger the mystery swells. Where the hell does he come from and what does he want to do? How did you make yourself incontinent? Is that your hobby? Or is it lifework?

Thoughts that don't get answers and just go around empty. A loud voice echoed between the entrance to the school labyrinth as if to stop its emptying.

"Ha-ha-ha! Yay! Yay! Yay! I defeated the BOSS!!

What was laughing high in the form of turning his back on the nobles was Volca, who raised his steel sword high.

"Hehe, apparently I dominated first. Heh heh heh... you see, civilians. My power as a man."

Forca arms herself with a smile full of superiority. He looked back slowly, as if he could bite the aftertaste...

"Um... Prince?

I noticed the presence of your greatness, with eyes that looked at the poor child.

"Buh... stupid...... Huh!?

Stunning, Folka drops her sword and shield on the floor with Galan.

After winning, a defeat to be reminded of. Camilla just missed her gaze when she couldn't watch it, as if it were a comedy development.

Was that the trigger, Volca trembled with a mess -.

"Oh, remember, civilians! I'll show you what I mean next!!

I threw up a throwaway dialogue like a little villain and ran away.

Between the entrance to a quiet school labyrinth.

"... It's getting a little rough, and Volca is Volca after all..."

"Stay tuned for future growth…"

François, embarrassed as if about me. Next door, Camilla seemed uncomfortable.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, too"

"Oh, oh. Good luck."

Just that he couldn't stay immersed in the strange atmosphere forever, Dorothea rose off the bench and left.

"Let's go home, too."

"Yeah, you're right."

Apprentice her, your university urges the girls to go outside the labyrinth.

"Whew, it's already night"

Waiting for them was not the dazzling mid-summer sun - it was a dimly stained summer sky.

The book of the night hasn't gone down yet, and the golden bells in White Asia's school buildings and towers are dazzling. Still, the time was around nineteen o'clock, and the figure of the vigorously active athletic department had disappeared from the ground.

Practical instruction for a day's work, only known as remedial education. With the addition of the Lowglike Labyrinth attack there, your university had come completely.

"I'm so tired...... get some sleep today and take it easy on the weekend"

Cat-backed back increasingly rounded, Nobita walks with her tie loose.

"Right. Me too, I'm tired today.

Camilla walks on his left, raising her voice of consent.

The two Indoors, weary as they say on their faces, head to the main entrance with a gentle foothold.

"Right. If you're tired, it could be a weekend tournament."

In that regard, François could be described as a boulder grand aristocrat. I'm supposed to be just as tired as the two of you, but not breaking Rin's face and standing would be due, for one thing, to the strength of his will.

Just as relaxed as it was a specimen of nobility, he impressed the nobleman with his loathing nobility.

"Hmm? What's a weekend tournament?

It was also an instant that Francois saw me. Your Highness was more concerned about a word she uttered.

"I don't like it, when I was born. When it comes to competitions at this time of year, there is none other than the Struze Kingdom Martial Arts Games."

"Oh, there it is, there it is"

Behind your brain, the sight of what once was.

The sun shines brightly in the midheavens. endlessly sprawling Great Plains. To the people who go down the street, a flock of carriages running from the canal. In the stone city, the rough men walked wide and blacksmiths dotted everywhere.

Particularly impressive among them is the Arena (Colosseum), which showed an overwhelming presence in the centre of the Wang capital.

So the martial arts tournament is held every August. Guitar University was nostalgic for a traditional tournament in which friends also participated.

"I went there three years ago, but that was hilarious. I was tired of watching it."

Precious university that rebels memories of the past. But to his words, the two girls turned their eyes round.

"Huh? Doctor, aren't you joining us?

"What? Make it hard. If you win, you won't get a prize."

A noble man returns with a strange voice to Camilla, who just asks if she can't believe it. Listening to his words, François openly lowered his brow butt.

"If you're a teacher, it's all about participating... when you see your teacher's ambition, you were raising your chest to expectations."

"Ugh, give me a break. Even though it's troublesome to go as far as Stolz, challenging your muscle Dharma opponent to a fleshbullet battle... it's the earliest punishment game you've got."

You keep away the girls who pack the distance so that they can pay by hand.

Still, they don't give up and manage to eat down to persuade your greatness.

"For a transfer, leave it to the Ferdinand family. This dragon cage is a collection of Eastwind technology and promises a comfortable journey in the sky."

"I don't like your ride home because for some reason your dad is following you... he's scared"

"Let it be, Doctor. There will be no prize money, but there will be a prize. Every class gets a rare item."

"Isn't that unknown garbage unearthed from the ruins? It's not even a figurine."

The invitation of François to welcome him with the guest treatment and the list of prizes offered by Camilla pushed him away, and Nobita tried to rush the family route.

He suddenly stopped and snapped the parchment that Camilla was about to wreck.

"Yikes!... let, Doctor?

Camilla pushed by momentum and buttocks. But without even helping her, Noble Daughter spreads the parchment.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa... yabe, this...!?

Precious enough to eat in and stare at one point on the prize list.

A glimmer of sweat was telling his cheeks.