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

"Doctor, let's make some clothes"

"What's all of a sudden?"

On the morning of the third day of drifting, François was burning.

I really need to make some clothes. Absolutely, I have to get some clothes. Her eyes are burning with flames of motivation.

It would be a good teacher to feel the enthusiasm of a student or not, or to give back an immediate acknowledgement, but unfortunately, Noble Daisy is a shop for anything. As one of my tasks, once a week, I wield a teaching whip at the Royal Grand Feria School, but I'm not the kind of man who puts himself to powder and then devotes himself to his students.

Instead, outside of work, I don't really want to look at each other. It is only a weighting of annoyance and smugness, such as the descendants of nobles and great merchants. Getting intimate with them is synonymous with getting into an indelible depth.

There are no ordinary people happy to hang out with the royal nobility so that no fool sinks himself into the bottomless swamp. It was the average person who avoided, hid, kept away and tried to distance himself as much as possible before being pushed into any trouble.

"Something was sudden, so we don't have to get dressed. Swimsuits, school-designated hoodies and beach sandals only. We students, basically, only have these three."

"Well, that's tough."

"If you wash and dry it when you take a bath in the water, it won't be a problem in terms of hygiene...... after all, you won't be able to calm down without dressing, I want to change it once a day is something called an old boy, a girl"

"Well, I guess so"

"So it's the teacher's turn. Students who went out to the woods to pick fruit contacted me." I found a demon worm that spits out silky threads, "he said. Teach us how to process the demonic material they bring home"

"What?"

"Come on, the sampling squad will be back soon. Thank you, Doctor."

"Huh? Yeah, yeah!?

Your greatness is dragged off by a radiant blonde vertical rolled lady.

At the tip of his hand stretched out for help, the fairy species maid was waving a patter and a small backup flag.

- There is no such fool as to advance and engage with your nobility on your own. If you're a smart common man, something to avoid going through before things get into trouble.

That's common, and that's how you've lived before, but the sense of liberation on your journey seems to have diminished your common sense in the city.

Pity, the nobleman secured her and took her away to the square of the woods where her companions await.

"Doctor, look! So much silk worm yarn!

From the west coast, walk five minutes towards the centre of the island. There was some square in the depressed and lush woods, like a hole in it.

If it were about a basket coat, would it barely fit? Small squares with stumps everywhere, compared to the size of the island, were like bug-eating holes.

There were students in the square with cocoons as large as a man's head. The top performing female students are skewed around sporty girl velvet, including three-knit and eyeglass girl Camilla and silver-haired princess Dorothea.

After breakfast, food was sourced and they went out to explore the back of the woods. All of them floated in unexpected harvests, slightly uplifting their cheeks, even Dorothea, who was solid and famous.

A potato-shaped demon with as many arms as a big man. The cocoon-shaped monster material that this demon drops becomes superior silk by processing, and its beauty is highly regarded in the Wang capital as a mystical glow, as it appears to have threaded the pearls.

Fortunately, the silk worm that spits out such threads is on this island. In this case, it must be the protection of the Father of the Nation or of the Lord God. Thank you, Ancestor, Alphar.

And so on, and in contrast to the female students who delighted with their dictated dialogue, Noble University stared at the cocoon of Silk Worm, not least without surprise.

(Silk Worm...... no, you were there)

As a matter of fact, you knew that a silk worm existed on this island. On the contrary, I have a detailed idea of where and even what is on this island.

On the night of the students' adrift on a deserted island, Guitar University was conducting a thorough exploration of the island. In case anything happens to the noble children, I will not be able to stay in Easwind. Similar to obsessive-compulsive ideologies, your university used all the power it could have to run around an uninhabited island.

The demons of the island were found to have an average level of about 100. It was found that there were mountains in the centre, but not cut cliffs or deep valleys. I finished mapping the entire island, dropping rocks that were about to slide off, and keeping the demons out of sight.

Neither is your grandeur foolish enough to allow students to explore the island without such prior investigation. It was a release because it was examined in advance, and a smooth fishing grounds guide for the second day.

But that's enough for you to take care of. Confirm safety. Securing water resources. Teaching how to procure food. No hunger, no thirst, no danger. If we get this far, all we have to do is sleep the rescue and wait. That's what you were thinking.

"Doctor, let's make underwear first"

"I think the shirt is more versatile."

"Yes, it would be useful to have a large cloth."

Do you mean they look like children or they are royal aristocrats? I am not satisfied with food and dwelling alone in my clothing and living, and I am greedily trying to seek even clothes.

(Damn, these guys, they're in survival, remember?

All you need is water and food, safe beds. Shoes are still second to none, clothes, etc. and anyway, it's survival that you have to worry about drinks, food, and a place to sleep.

Even so, the interest of the female students seems to be poured into their clothes all the time. They still have an argument over what kind of clothing to make.

It's a good thing we can afford it in the shipwreck, but you didn't seem to care about it. I just told him not to be interested in extras, but he exhaled deeply, loudly.

"You know, you guys. That cocoon, that's not even a thread."

"What!?

Balls of cocoon formed with intertwined threads become silk threads if boiled and dissolved - is the story of ordinary silkworms. The silk worm that produced the giant cocoon balls is a demon even if it rots, and the cocoon spinned by this worm can't even be solved unless it's a special technique.

Simply boiling in water does not soften it, it just cuts a thousand even if you try to solve it by force. Holding a pile of cocoons like that, making clothes, etc. was laughable if I let you say so.

"If it's a potion that you can just rinse off the herbs and dissolve them in water. Still, it's silk, silk. I have tools, medicines to boil, and some pretty skilled moves. You guys, 'cause there's iron here, let me make you a long sword right now' or something, you know? I mean, well, that's the thing."

"Really..."

François, who was floating, sneered at the words of the great.

If you ask me, if you can make underwear or clothes with ingredients, I won't have a garment store in the city. Even if I take one shirt, I can't even cut out the cloth without sewing tools, skill and experience.

Before the supremely lucid fact, the female students looked dark and slowly attempted to lower the cocoon balls they had raised to their feet. but

"That's right! I, [Process] skills can be used! I've only made canes, but if you apply this, you might be able to yarn cocoons and cloth yarns."

Manufacturing skills that create specific pieces from multiple materials. Among them, [the process] is a suitable skill for the processing of goods, which allows the round-tails to be transformed into squares and metal plates into dwarf statues.

Suddenly speaking out loud, Camilla says she can use this skill. To the good news, the depressed girls rejoiced, and Camilla dyed her cheeks like a light.

And you know what, noble?

(Damn I noticed...! Shit......!

On the surface he smiled calmly, and in his heart he was treading on the estate with all his might.

(Well, Camilla is a nerdy witch who loves to experiment. I thought you would have the making skills, but did you still have them? Ha)

Sighing, Guitar decided to come to his stomach.

If you've come this far, you'd better work with the Camillas to make clothes as soon as possible. If left alone, the students, who had their heads troubled by trial and error, would come again and again for advice. Noble Dai, who wants to avoid such annoying situations as much as possible, has decided, here and now, that he will make clothes.

"That's a good idea. All right, Camilla, try it."

"Yes, Doctor. Me, I'll try!

The three-knitted girl, intentionally holding both hands, held one cocoon in her hands and lowered her hips to the stump. Then, [Process] and whine briefly, closing both eyes. No change in cocoon balls yet.

"Look, Camilla. The yarn first. Bring to mind the image of a cocoon balls breaking into a single thread. Slowly turn the cocoon balls and thread them out from the end. Turn down the cocoon balls a little bit each time there's yarn. Look, it's slow at first."

"Yes."

Camilla, with force between her eyebrows, slightly rounded her back. Then the cocoon balls in his hand began to twirl and twirl. From that end, a single thread begins to stretch as it shifts towards the universe.

"That's good. Good. Keep spinning faster. Speed up the work."

"Yes, sir"

From Camilla's hand, the cocoon balls float. The rotation is faster and the yarn spins as you look at it.

"- All right, Camilla. Open your eyes."

"Yes...... oh, so, we're done! Doctor, it's done!

So much so that when Camilla opened her eyes, at her feet a white, shining thread stacked like a twist.

"You did it, Doctor"

"Camilla, it's brilliant"

In a voice of praise, Camilla smiles lightly in her face. Your Highness confirms the quality of the yarn that can be made and is nodding small.

So far so good. [Process] would be better if we could get this far with our first spinning. But just like the general garment processing, it was from here that it was really difficult.

"So, what do you do? Wouldn't it have taken something called a loom to cloth the yarn?

Dorothea takes a glimpse of the thread wrapped around her and asks the question.

As she says, we need specialized tools to weave cloth. Unlike spinning that just solves cocoon balls, it becomes harder by hand when it comes to weaving.

"Camilla, you, you have a weaver?

"Yes, no. But it's okay. Yes."

Camilla, who threaded up, once again sits back on the stump and closes her eyes.

The image that comes to mind is a fine cloth. Slippery hand, bright white silk cloth. It wasn't a yarn, it wasn't a loom, it just came to mind, and Camilla, again, activated her [process] skills.

Then, what do you think? When I wondered if the unraveled yarn that was spreading at Camilla's feet emitted a cool light, the next moment the yarn was turning into a cloth.

"What!?

"Well!"

François and Velvet raised their voices unexpectedly, and Dorothea opened her eyes and stared at the cloth. Nobunaga and Camilla, who knew Tane, stared at them like that and smiled at them.

"Surprised? [Process] can also be used in this way."

"And even if you don't know how to make it, if you even know the finished shape, you can finish the machining in an instant. You know, a little trick, I'm here."

"It's great!

Seeing the two good men and the beautiful silk cloth they could do, the female students sent their compliments at all costs. François let go and praised Camilla, and Velvet secretly thought about trying to remember her making skills.

And Dorothea,

"... you're strangely familiar with the [process]. Didn't you really know you could make clothes?

"Buh!? Then don't be stupid."

There was another deepening suspicion of your university.

Whatever it is, in this way, the making of clothes on uninhabited islands goes on. Girl students spinning yarn, weaving cloth and creating underwear and shirts from it.

Now I can finally change out of my swimsuit. Joy also helps them learn [the process] in a short time, and with guidance from Noble University, Camilla, they create their own clothes.

Although some female students sometimes created something outrageous, too simplistic, because they needed the imagination to clearly think of the finished product in their heads -.

All in all, there was laughter and hope in their faces.

On the other hand, boys students say,

"Doctor, you've done something extra..."

"Ha, let go! What are you gonna do to me, me!?

"Bless your swimsuit! Spread the skin area!

"Stop, stop. Ooh!

You think he was wearing a school-designated hood and performing a sabbatical ritual on the sandy beach at night?

And you think the Peach Virgin has just wiped you out?

That's another story, too.