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

The word that Easwind is a great power is an unwavering fact.

A high degree of individual physical ability to a powerful military force backed by advanced skills. Led by the genius Eru, he has a number of intellectuals and sages, and he can't help but improve the technology of daily progress. Cultural standards also do not allow other countries to follow, and the Wang capital, Gran Feria, has long been called the capital of flowers.

In the eastern continent, Easwind, a power big enough to contend for one or two. The country had a shameless quality as a great power.

The royal nobles, with their quality, sometimes compare their country to polished gems.

Glorious, I guess, Easwind. The hot blood tide is a drop of red balls. The sweeping intelligence is the blue balls. Uniting in the steadfastness of the Vajra, like Amber, it boasts glory even a thousand years away.

Luxurious rotten Eastwind. Its brilliance illuminates heaven and earth and all things -.

The insolent saying, such as, "Because it's that country," is also allowed. Neither God nor fearless speech, in view of national power, is seen as no stopping growth.

In this way, the great Powers become aware that they are the great Powers, and the other countries agree with their quality, I see. But when folk grass called Easwind a great power, their eyes looked at elements other than quality.

That is, the breadth of the national territory. Territories, territorial waters roughly double to triple in size compared to the same great power, the Union of Bartoloa and the Islands. It should also be noted that, referring to the land of a loosely expanding country, the people refer to Eastwind as a great power.

The words are often not mistakes. Though it is cheap to think of it as a great power with the breadth of the land, breadth also means that there is so much to stretch.

Ruins and resources sometimes lie asleep in lands with only soil and rocks. Sometimes it can be a transportation hub as well as an unbridled roadway. Even a nest of extremely dangerous demons is a mountain of treasure for knights and adventurers.

The number of such possibilities leads to the development of the country. Even mountainous areas, which seem to be just widespread and rugged, can be reborn into mines producing quality metals if the necessary measures are taken.

Easwind has developed that way. It did not waste vast tracts of land, invested in exploration, development, and created industry in each territory. He narrowed his wisdom, ingenuity and grew into a great power.

That is why, as far as Easwind is concerned, it is not a mistake to say, 'the land is vast, so great'. Easwind, which has a lot of land available for effective use, was definitely a big country.

There was just one problem. One challenge, created by the continued expansion of the national territory. It's a big problem that the country's operators, or nobles, don't know about the country.

Naturally, we are well aware of the territory that each clan has. I also know the same about the territory adjacent to it.

But when it's next door, it becomes obscure as soon as possible. As it is said that the neighborhood of the common people goes up to three neighborhoods, the further away they leave, the less interested they are in human beings.

If you are not involved in your life, whatever the matter is, you are not particularly interested. Even the royal marquis nobles involved in the state operation were few familiar with all of them about the territories in which the two or three quetas existed.

It's a time when even a feat knight would be given a small territory. What the hell will it be, remembering about the land at the end of being born and changing its name? For those with a broad view of the country, land of lesser importance, peripheral territory, etc. was not deliberately remembered.

Big, wide, look at things. Even at the historic Royal Gran Feria School, for many years teachers taught their students to do so.

Even if those who stand above are bound by something, they fall into a narrow field of view. All you guys need to know is the name and role of the land. Know the country objectively so that you can look down on the overlooking view. Such teachings have been considered common since the founding of the nation.

It wasn't until in recent years that they started screaming that it shouldn't.

700 years of the King's calendar. About thirty years ago, one royal family embarked on educational reform. He, the youngest brother of the current king, preached on the importance of regional patrols.

Don't look at the country all of a sudden. You shouldn't suddenly see the big world. For children, the world is within sight, and by no means about this country, this continent. Their world gradually expands to a large extent as they grow.

In the middle of that spread of awareness, when suddenly we show our full content and teach "This is the world," a void is created in the world of children. A small world for children to know and a large world shown on the map. The two worlds are vastly separated, and if you try to connect them impossible, somewhere, there will always be a blank zone. It's about my country, but it creates a place where I seem to know and don't.

I know the name. I also know specialties. But no one can remain interested in 'my world' and where it is not a continuation. As a result, as adults, children forget about blank spaces. Their world, which they have been forced to expand, bugs and eats at every age.

At the end of the day, I can't even remember the name. That's not a good idea as someone involved in national politics. Without knowing the land, how can the country be ruled?

Children must be taught that the world is a continuation. Instead of having the map memorize territorial names, you have to teach that there is a close connection between where you live and the world.

For the first time in my life, people are interested. Interest leads to learning, and what you learn remains in your mind as knowledge. And knowledge helps one day, for one's own sake, for someone's sake.

You can't just memorize things about the country that you're going to know. People don't learn if they're not interested, and they don't acquire the knowledge they're interested in and memorized.

Let's start by knowing the land. Give fresh surprises to the children you intend to know with your desk learning. Something that isn't in the territory where I was born and raised is sure to shake their minds. It stimulates all five senses as to whether this country has such a place.

It is with such surprise and emotion that children learn with interest and on their own. We expand our own world by knowing the land, by knowing the country, by knowing the connection between the territory and the territory.

It's the world that's made it, the world without blanks. Suddenly, children who have spread the world from one to ten, rather than knowing ten, are sure to do politics worn slightly and finely, rather than grandiose politics.

That is the path to further development, left in Easwind, which has overextended the national territory. The kind of political path that kills little bugs and keeps big bugs alive will one day, surely, get stuck.

At your previous meeting, the young royalty, who spoke enthusiastically of his theories, now holds the position of dean of the Royal Gran Feria School, as of 732 years of King's history. And he's embarking on a variety of educational reforms as he hoped.

His words were not fully supported. Not all politicians nodded, I see. Still, he was royal and his voice was higher than doubled his capacity to act.

The current school director is by no means a solitary character, but when there are few people who can confront him, it is really easier to pass through arbitrariness. Obviously, the proposals with problems also complain about the boulders, but on the contrary, this is all that needs to be stopped, except that they passed any opinions, any proposals for reform.

As a result, it was outdoor studies and social tours that were born, and triennial study trips.

Student trips once in each of the elementary, intermediate and higher departments of the Royal Gran Feria School. The six-night, seven-day domestic trip, conducted in the name of spreading the word, was a journey that greatly reflected the intention of the current school director.

Regional legs that go around the border as well as major cities, and sometimes also experience wildlife. In order to know the country, you have to know the land is the language of the school director as a young man.

As the saying goes, young people travel to the province at the end of August to complete their schooling -.

of, but the students were thoughtfully enjoying a long trip over the week in a breeze that blows, such as the philosophy of a noble school director, as there is authenticity and pre-construction in all matters.

"Uh, meat is delicious in the south, after all. I don't even like bacon, but the raw ham is especially delicious."

"Really? I'm definitely seafood. Shellfish and oysters are fine, but Mediterranean fish are just excellent. This is the only flavor that makes you want to go through a dragon cage."

"I'm Paelia, aren't I? The boulders, the south is just the US, and they taste different."

and others, tongue drumming on the open terrace illuminated by the sunset are the Royal Grand Feria School of Higher Education, a two-year S group of boys.

Focusing on Valerie, a young knight with burning red hair, and Abel, a young wizard with soft chestnut hair, they continue to chat adorably and eventually at the dinner table.

"Wow. This water, it smells like peaches."

"I knew it. Now it's time to float the peaches in the water with only the skin. Then you can have refreshing cold water with just a hint of sweetness and rich peach notes."

"And then, is dessert a peach compote? Nice. I'm ashamed I don't have eyes for peaches."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of. I like peaches, too."

It is the women who commit adultery by increasing it to men. Focusing on François, the lead student and daughter of the great nobility, the female students were intrigued by the outrageous story.

"Nah, the south of summer is still good, isn't it? It's not as hot as it sounds, but more than that, the blue, clear Mediterranean Sea is refreshing."

Camilla, who took off her trademark triangle hat as she sat down at the dinner table, says this in a hazy manner.

"Yeah. You feel extra like that because you've been stuck in a dragon cage for half a day. I look forward to seabathing tomorrow to unravel my dull body."

A girl with a tight body and a ponytail, velvet, also overlooks the Mediterranean Sea from the open terrace of the seaside neighborhood and speaks vividly.

"Right. If you're going to swim, definitely in the south. There are many rough coasts in the north of the eastern continent, and even the sound of a splash is hard on your ears. I'm sure it's good for a wave ride."

Dorothea, who was also becoming well acquainted with the uniform of the Royal Grand Feria School, looked pioneering in remembrance of her native sea bath.

"Alas, I also like the roughness of the North. It's interesting to grab onto the board and leave yourself to the waves, and I'm happy to control rough waves with one body. But if you're going to feel the end of August, the end of summer, the South will still be the best place to go. Look, look at that ocean lit by the sunset. The reflection of light that makes you feel lonely somewhere makes you feel like a departing summer"

Hands on one cheek, well, breathing all the time, François was a sensitive girl, looking like a sensible woman. She lifted a glass poured with water that smelled like peaches to watermark the red-dyed Mediterranean.

"Oh, beautiful sunset. I would have liked to show this view to my teacher if I could..."

In this case, she refers to the temporary lecturer, Nobita Sayama.

The female students, who were well aware of the matter, smiled and smiled bitterly on their faces.