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

"Actually, this is Chaos Dragon."

Caorle's great adventure began with this one word.

Yahiko returned home with a strange face. Mr. and Mrs. Lockyard collected in the living room and their only daughter, Caorle. As usual, a faceless Yumiel and a loo-too that looks great when done.

In front of them, this is the word you unleashed before you.

Luttoos are dragons. That, too, is a chaotic dragon whose very existence is considered a catastrophe.

This tiny, lovely dragon girl said a few months ago that she flew in from the Mountain of Demons and slammed Easwind to the bottom of her fear.

Naturally, the lockyards laughed with their noses.

"Haha, Nice Joke"

"Taka Hiro, are you sleepy?

Akatsuki and Kate laugh slightly and don't even try to believe the shards. Caorle, of course, had decided whether to joke or something about your words.

But before the eyes of the lockyard parents and children, their laughter froze when the lutoo turned into a dragon.

'What do you say? Do you still believe Takahiro's words? "

At a size sufficient to fit in the living room, a route transformed into a chaotic dragon opens a mouth with loose fangs. to that appearance, Akatsuki and Kate let their cheeks snap with a thirsty laugh,

"Master Lootoo!

"I dedicate my daughter to sacrifice, so please, only the village -!

"Hey, Dad! Mother!?"

He showed no hesitation and willingness to surrender completely.

"Well, you just have to believe it"

Over and over again he woke up and felt pity in the figure of the rockyards and his wife lying down, and Routou returned to the figure of the girl.

"Master Routou, would you like some wine?

"It is the rice flavor of the village specialties. It's a little yellow when you mix it with sugar."

Still, Chaotic Dragon shook his head like a rice bat to the two of them bowing their heads.

"Sa, what will you do, Yahiko? At this rate, I don't think it's easy to take him."

"Yeah, what's up? At least I wanted to take my son."

Nobunaga and Yahiko were discussing some confusing lockyards.

They must know what's going on. Caorle, who thought so, tried to question you. But before that, they grabbed the root and lifted it up a bit.

"Well, this guy's fine, right? Your grandson is stronger than your son."

"So is that. All right, let's do that."

"Yeah?

The conversation proceeded without understanding the translation, and Caorle was put on a route that turned into a chaotic dragon again outside the house. No time to say YES or NO, she rolled onto the back of a chaotic dragon.

Then we leave in less than a minute. Routou, with Noble University, Yumiel, Yahiko and Caoru on board, rose to high altitude and headed east like a meteor.

Rootoo's back, reshaped like a dragon cage with clear wind protection, was very comfortable. The floors and walls were soft and slightly warm, and the night sky, visible over the wind, had numerous stars blinking.

The demons attacking him were swept away with claws and braces, and even the deathly odor did not come into the wind protection. The caorles enjoyed a comfortable trip to the sky, without any danger.

"Oh no!? Blood! It's all over the glass.

"'Cause it's okay. I'm a tough rookie."

"That's not the problem, hi-ha! Here we go again!?

There may have been only a little trouble, but nevertheless, the Caorles crossed the continent without a drop of blood, even through the central part of the demon where Yahiko had once been defeated, and reached Zipang in just three hours.

- And then, at dawn, it's that banquet.

It's like a caorle brought to an unfamiliar Oriental castle and dressed in a dress named 'Kimono' that you've never seen, not to mention what you've touched.

Even as she got here, she didn't understand anything.

"Hey, hey, Takahiro. Where are you? Who is that guy who said your grandfather's sister or something?

A little sitting in the prepared octatami corner, not a small animal still shuddering puffy - but a small citizen's caorle pulled a precious hem that rolled over on its back in a large letter.

"Whoo-hoo."

"Already, Taka Hiro! Tell me properly!

A few similar exchanges followed, but your belly swollen greatly, and you just spit out your spit in your dreams. My otherwise dependable grandfather couldn't leave the ballroom yet, and the router I knew, challenged the barrel to say it was a welcome drink.

The only Yumiel who is likely to support her heart is by her side as a chain that suppresses over-drinking of the lutoo. In other words, Caoru was the same alone in the land of Zipang, a stranger.

The banquet, which began early in the morning, is still going on even before noon, and the whistle is heard from afar. Even that exotic sound seemed creepy, and Caorle looked around meticulously.

Then, would it have been enough?

When Caorle was stretching his fingers to a flower knitted in bamboo. Suddenly, the obstacle on the hallway side made a slight noise and opened.

"Huh!?

A caorle that cramps your body with vicoons, raises weird voices and looks back. After staring at her with a strange face, the visitor, the old man, walked into the room with a gentle grin.

"This is, Princess Caorle. Sorry to surprise you."

The gracious little old man laid the basin on a tatami, and offered a plate with tea sweets, a cup of hot water with green tea, before the noble university.

"Oh, su, excuse me..."

The old man, colourless and rugged in ash, tied his gray hair to a small, bowing caorle, waved his hands in a panic.

"It's not something the princess lowers her head lightly. The princess of one country, always on eagle fried, is about right."

"Oh no, I... what, princess!?

The old man put his hand on his forehead in mourning at the caorle where the girl raised a barbaric voice she should not have.

"A princess, hi, princess eh!? You mean princess!? Me!?

"Yes, because Kaoru is the grandson of Yahiko, the immediate family of the Iwatani family."

The old man lowered his head deeply, keeping both knees down.

A respectful thank you made Caorle twitch, but he did not say that he was not a princess.

In retrospect, there were several verses that came to mind. Kaoru Iwatani is the lord of the sowing country. Kaoru is the sister of his grandfather, Yahiko. In other words, Kaoru is my great-aunt.

Combining the confused but fragmented facts that I had been hearing and gathering, I could apparently understand that I had a kinship with the Lord of the Great Powers.

King's, brother's, grandson. Doesn't that mean, "princess"?

Twelve hours after his arrival in Zipang, Caorle was finally beginning to know where he stood.

"There isn't. I'm not the princess or Takahiro is the black knight."

It's only possible stories in fairy tales, such as when the general public was really a princess.

It was not a picture book for children, and Caorle laughed at the pieces and denied the fact in front of him.

"In the first place, you're a normal person from Grandpa, aren't you? No, I was actually a king - oh, my God, no..."

"Yahiko Iwatani was revealed to be the sixth Iwatani owner"

"Huh?

Caorle shook his body once again viciously at the old man's story, which suddenly began to deny Caorle's words.

"Earlier generations, Yahiko succeeded the master of the country of sowing at the age of fourteen, thanks to the immersion of Yasuhiko in the disease. Young man, whose youthfulness stands out over his youth, trusted Chung to pass away after him. I have served the Rock Garden family since that time, but all that time I was ready to die. Protect young people from demonic changes and other countries who strip their fangs here. It depends on what you think. But when I saw Yahiko take over the enemy general in the first place, I was reminded that they were unwanted worries."

Once, no, I guess I'm still a samurai now. The old man, characterised by a soft smile, tightened his eyebrows with chilliness and wrapped around the air of Rin.

"Yahiko was revealed as a war genius. Running through the brawl with one long spear, he was always victorious and undefeated in one hit. By the time I was eighteen years old, I had reached two hundred and twenty souls, and there was a Yahiko of sowing beneath the heavens, and I had made his name heard."

"Kon, Riku? Two hundred twenty... 220? also, possibly, you mean the level?

"It's the left. Yahiko was a soul power, no, a ghost warrior of two hundred and twenty."

"Grandpa...!?

Behind Caorle's brain, many memories come back to life.

Yahiko, who was a ship's arm but had therefore spent more time splitting firewood than men. Yahiko was slowly climbing the hill, letting her prosthetic legs climb. Yahiko was sitting in a chair she put out in the garden and relaxing and reading a book.

None of that was tied to the level of permanent secession, and Caorle couldn't believe the old man's story.

"Yahiko and I have lined up many times on the battlefield. Many times I protected Yahiko's back, and many times more so. It was also praised that the country of sowing at the time seemed to shine with Yahiko's youth. But, as the story of the inevitable decay of the flourishers suggests, the sowing country will perish, and the Rock Gardeners will be in danger of falling. Yes, Master Yahiko was hidden from us."

"Divine Hidden...?

Caorle, realizing that this was the core of the story, drank his spit and waited for it to continue.

"A powerful monster, a great demon. They manipulate strange powers, but divine concealment is one of their finest. They hide people in places where they can't come back, and they close open doors. Yahiko was also hidden from the Great Fox one day, and for fifty years, he was cut off from the news."

I guess you're recalling the bitter memories of that time.

The future of a futuristic sowing country, led by a competent young general, was closed, and only a twelve-year-old girl, Kaoru, was left behind. Now is the time to lay the foundations of the bedrock, but how hard it would have been to get here.

The hard feelings on the brush tongue were felt from the ends of the words, and the caorle was caught and stuck in his breath.

"Kaoru, who was left alone, was not sure if he was lying or true, just kept waiting for Yahiko in support of his legacy that he could return from the divine hiding. Yahiko can come home one day. One day I can come home to the Rock Garden House. Believing that, Kaoru continued to defend his country of sowing. But after it was difficult for old age, he often looked lonely - such folds, Yahiko was returned! As Kaoru was believed, Yahiko was returned!

Caorle tears to the old minister, who at some point was in tears. They smiled at each other with tearful faces.

"Good for you."

"Yeah, I really did. Yahiko is back, and even a princess like Kaoru on a young day shows up! That's my son-in-law's guide, so no, your house is getting cheaper."

"Yeah, really... eh? Son-in-law? And who is it?

Caorle, who was wiping the edge of his eyes, turns to the elder minister and asks him back to the words without the verse in his mind. Then the old minister, with a strange face, pointed to the corner of the room with a pinned finger.

"I thought you were my son-in-law, Jen. Is it not?

A brunette young man happily swelling his belly in the corner of the room and resting in peace. Mr. Sayama was pointing straight at him.

"Chi, no! I can't believe Takahiro is my son-in-law..."

"Is it not? I heard you avoided Kaoru-sama's sword, so I stayed with my son-in-law."

The old minister stared at the caorle waving his hands in the light without pardon.