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

Drifting students, miracle survival!

Handles, Temporary Instructor! Unite with the students!

He caught up with the ship. The mystery of oriental swimming.

From town hall bulletin boards to end-of-place liquor store walls, for example, all over the city of Yale Silt, there was an article about the example incident.

It's the same thing the city folks are obsessed with and talking about. drifting of the students of the Royal Gran Feria School. Fourteen days of isolated helplessness. What is there and how did they survive?

Naturally, jewelry is not revealed to the people. Only the minimum necessary information was released, as the matter also concerns the honorable son of the royal marquis.

In other words, 'all students are safe' and 'there was a person responsible'. At this point, the truth is subtly distorted, but no way can it be said that "none of the teachers of the rate were on their own, only the students were flown into the sea," etc., and as a result, the nobleman who just happened to be on the spot was tailored to the person in charge, as he expected.

By singling out a hero, the Royal Gran Feria School does not let down its authority, but on the contrary can gain support from the people. Even temporary lecturers say they have the enthusiasm and power not to abandon students and just to protect them - this is what people think.

"Adults are filthy" is the word of a certain S. who was consecrated to heroes on his own and was strictly ordered not to say anything extra. Either way, in order to fit in a circle in all directions, the state and the school decided to block the mouth of those involved and release only the minimum amount of information needed.

But a thing called folk is something I get and like gossip, and the unspoken part is filled with imagination, fantasy. All the more so if this is all a major incident, the inhabitants of Yale Silt told us that there was nothing, as if it were true.

"There's a fisherman I know, and he said that the island where the nobleman kid came from was a demon island. Even though it's not autumn, there's an accumulation of magic vegetables floating all over the place, and there's finally a demon over level 200. I was protecting a kid on an island like that. That man, the Knights Commander level."

"I'm more concerned about the little ones with me than the guys and the kids. The men are temporary lecturers, and the kids are students. But you wouldn't have said anything about the three women who are attached to men, would you? That's suspicious. I'm sure they're not just people."

"No, no, it's the man that's at the heart, man. See, that brunette and her cheeky face. That's the Oriental guy who gets jumped in warp traps sometimes. I hear they use demonic techniques in the east. Those little girls must also be the Summoner of Zipang, the 'Shikigami'"

"That's two weeks, two weeks! There are no eyes around you, there are only men and women on the island. I heard it was a narrow island, so my skin would come into contact with nature. That develops... I'm sure they're doing what they do. Looking forward to the 10th of October."

I'm leaving. I'm leaving, from a low-profile story to a story without a clap, only the number of people. Rumor stories popped up, altered by alterations, and swelled like a snowman.

In it, expectations turned into assertions, fantasies turned into truth, and sources expanded indefinitely. And within just two days, rumors were granted more brilliance to reach the ears of the merchants, to the ears of the nobles.

The side that posted the information control becomes distracted by the unexpected information and turns its attention to the man who is not enough to take it.

At one time it was held up by the novelty of the skill teaching method, but now it's just a little clever. I have nothing to gain from him. What if, in fact, there was still a secret - the flavor - hidden in the existence that I thought it was?

A large number of powerful people spoke out loudly at a party held at the Lords' Palace the night of the third day after the rescue, if only to be sure.

"I'd like to talk to this hero."

Laughing softly, they were truly natural and had not glanced at the damage account from anywhere. That, in turn, seemed creepy, and Guido followed the party venue in horror.

To its small civic hindsight, the upper classmen exhaled briefly from their noses and mocked a person named Noble Dai, saying that the rumor was still a rumor.

Still, there are conspicuous ones, Valerie's father, who is the head of the Southern Knights, Velvet's mother, who is the head of the Eastern Legion, and François' father, who sums up the Demon Leader of the Kingdom of Easwind, felt something glowing in the nobility that made the students try to defend themselves, and spoke individually.

"Hey, we hear that the East is the land of Shura, a war-torn nation that washes blood with blood, but the teacher is also a boulder mighty! Something manly, often on the battlefield. Even if it were to be flushed to the island, no matter how many of them we had with us, it would only be possible to return alive, something called a one-man warrior! In that regard, the teacher is impeccable! If you ask me, the adventurers were highly regarded as scouts! You want talent like a teacher for my Knights too! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Ha, ha"

Great, like turning Valerie up once or twice, she opens her big mouth and laughs happily. Instead of tympanic membranes, even the room was frightened by the loud voice that made it tremble.

"He's an uncomfortable man. Get me in front of you, there's room somewhere. You're hiding something, right?

"And there's no such thing as"

The only thing I have in common with velvet is my tinted eyes. A skinny woman teasing her short silver hair with her fingertips twists her precious with a sharp eye. Guitar was about to weep at the woman's gaze as if she had sharpened her tenderness and serenity to the extreme.

……………

"Hey, say something"

Extremely, a meeting with François's father. Whatever, nothing to talk about, just shut up and stare at your grandeur, one move, don't try to take it. It's like staring at a living statue, and your greatness has made your pong hurt.

That's it, the morning of the fourth day of rescue. Your Highness has decided to sneak out of the city of Yale Silt in order to escape the demonic hands of the upper class.

In the morning, he rode the first dragon cage and left a letter without telling anyone. I can say it's an action I won't think about later, but anyway, I wanted to get out of here. Anyway, he was a noble man vulnerable to the pressure of a great man.

"Melissa. You stayed here, didn't you?

"Yeah, but I'll be back in Grand Feria as soon as I run errands in the Holy Capital"

"Copy that. Well, for now, here's a goodbye. See you later."

"Yeah, see you later. Bye, Yumi."

"... I'll see you again"

Melissa, who was at some point confused by the noble line of visitors to Yale Silt, actually came to leave her errands at the Sacred Capital Servario alone. So only she did not ride in the dragon cage to Granferia, bid farewell to your lords, and remained in Yale Silt.

Leaving behind a white peachy sister, the dragon cage flew for the king's capital. Guitar and Yumiel, who boarded the ten-man dragon cage with the other travellers, waved lightly to the remote seaside town and sat back on the spot.

As it is, you will arrive in Gran Feria in half a day. Before sundown, you'll be able to dive through the door of the house. That's the end of the long journey. Starting tomorrow, again, mediocre routines await.

"But before that..."

"Grrr. I can't drink anymore, either. Heh heh heh"

"You wanted to leave him, too."

Guitar stared at the dragon man girl who fell asleep looking at her belly in the corner of the boarding dragon cage with a face that seemed sincerely unpleasant.

"... I feel sorry for Mr. Lootoo for saying that."

"But oh. This guy told you he was coming home this morning, and you're getting drunk late, aren't you? You can fly on your own, and you could have left me alone."

"... it must have been a pleasure to drink for the first time in a long time. Besides, exposing yourself to this kind of defenselessness must be sweet. Accepting it is a man's worth, my lord."

"Uuch."

And so on, relaxing, having a neat conversation, for a while, the two continued to be rocked in dragon cages.

When the greats boarded the dragon cage and an hour or so had passed, the large flying dragon, which your master manipulated, began slowly to drop altitude. Then, the surface slips and lags, slowly lowering the dragon cage to the ground. Later, the large flying dragon landed itself.

There were two men in gray work clothes in vacant spaces similar to the grounds of the Royal School. They quickly remove the rope that leads to the dragon cage from the collar and belt of the large flying dragon, open the door on the side of the cage and direct the passengers out.

The passengers, away from the plumper-waving flying dragon, turned their necks and arms in the same motion and walked to the town where they could see beyond the square.

Of course, this isn't Granferia. The king's capital is still far away, not half the way. I got off to this small town called Peaks only for a break and this town was just a relay point with a number of them.

"We'll leave in twenty minutes. I'll make sure the bathroom's done."

He shouted loudly at the distant passengers as he connected the rope of the flying dragon to the pile. The great lord, who bore the route, is accustomed to this exchange, and he answers his Lord with his hands raised only.

Then he took Yumiel and walked towards a town inn not so big.

"Isn't this guy supposed to leak it? I guess I should force him to wake up and let him go to the bathroom."

"… before, I heard that Chaos Dragon doesn't go to the bathroom because he digests and absorbs everything he eats or drinks and compresses it in his body."

"You don't like anything about that. Slime."

Two people walk along the street through an accomodation town lined with inns and restaurants along the street without a fence surrounding them. They are moving on relaxed, talking about no other love.

There can't be anyone you know, a town far from home town. The two never turned their consciousness in particular to residents and travellers, but only looked in the direction of progress or at each other's faces.

That's why when the woman who came out of the diner directly beside us called their name - and I mean it - I was surprised.

"Oh, that? Taka Hiro?"

"Hmm?... what, caorle!?

"Wow."

"Even the walnuts!?

Accommodation town far from Gran Feria. It was the girls I knew, who knew each other and had shallow ties with you, who met me in places I didn't even think I could possibly know.