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

The night dawned after Noble Dae, who tried to enter the unexperienced realm, was rescued by a rutoon that shook his leg like a deer.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was just an act of mercy! If you take advantage of this opportunity, you will be replaced by a generous main heroine... the demon has offered!

"... for prankster wanko, it's yummy"

"KYAN, KYAN! Give me a break for the lemon!

"Nobita Sayama is a beast of lust," said Goldie, who blew into Nobita himself, tied up at the store of Anything Store (Free Life) and rubbed a lemon on his cheek.

"I smell it! I don't like the smell! And, ahhh! Soothing! Very soothing! Dogs, they can't be full!

"… hey"

"Shh!

Yumiel, angry-headed, relentlessly throws sliced lemons into Goldie's mouth. Slices of lemon, lemon and lemon as if screwed into the mouth of a cuddly dog beast girl.

There is no room for discretion. I don't need mercy or forgiveness. But is it okay for an individual to carry out torture that has been so tragic?

God does not answer. The police squad turned away. The sinner, Goldie, finally lost consciousness when Yumiel laid his hand on the second lemon.

Without being able to digest the inexorable thoughts, Yumiel looks up in silence at the sky.

The late autumn sky of Granferia remains unchanged. There is nothing different about your university than before it went out to investigate the site. The sky in this city is still blue today.

Yet I wonder why I've changed so much, Yumiel thinks. My mind is cloudy, my body is dull. Normally unwavering emotions also feel more intense every day.

Only one, I can't remember you anymore, how can I be so wasted?

"... Now you can't scold your husband"

Yumiel untied the stunned Goldie rope and pasted a slice of lemon on her forehead back into the house.

The 'Odor', which seemed to work for memory recovery, had in fact ended without showing any achievement.

A moment of anguish returns to a tone like the original greatness - so if you become permanently blameworthy, your greatness will open up a new world without waiting three days.

In the first place, just for a moment, I'm not sure if my memory's back. Yumiel decided to discard the proposed treatment with 'Oops' while applying a damp cloth to the bruised noble ass.

Troubled, back to the shake out, in repentance, back to the shake out. It was just a week of getting lost, Yumiel thinks. Seven days of difficulty in coping, frightened of moving, and repeated failures over and over.

(... how would your husband have been at a time like this)

Must have worked it out a long time ago.

He moves without hesitation, bumps into each other, and eventually takes the best result. Yumiel was recalling that it was someone named Nobunaga Sayama.

Compared to that, how about yourself. A woman who just follows her husband and has no initiative at all. If it weren't for you, wouldn't you be a woman who couldn't do anything?

Only the desire to be of service to you is splendid, and there is no action involved there. Though you can help Yumiel's predicament, you can't do the opposite to Yumiel.

Now, my husband says he wants his memory back, but he can't do anything about it. That was what Yumiel couldn't help but regret. A powerless self was felt miserable.

"... I am powerless"

So I thought I'd at least be the 'nucleus' of saving your greatness.

"There are any number of examples of recovery from Ancient Now East and West, amnesia. but no treatment has yet been established. If you dare mention it, there is shock therapy, hypnotherapy, etc., but none of them are certain. As such, the cure is also vague, but it is widely accepted that time and motivation are important."

"… time and 'trigger'"

I absorbed Elu's knowledge.

"I cared about the teacher, too. Fine, I won't spare your cooperation."

"... thank you"

I got a patron named François.

"Amnesia. It's all right. We've gathered stories from customers."

"Me too, I gathered!

"... helpful"

Listen to me from the caorle and the walnuts.

"Prayers and wishes are sure to arrive. Takahiro-kun's heart will reach you."

"... Yes"

In the church I prayed to God.

If you're weak, you can collect it. If you're weak, you can flock. We need to be the light that unites wisdom and power and drains all the ordeals.

Yumiel thought so. I made my decision after getting lost and bowed my head to many people.

And she got the trump card.

One girl was walking down the free-life corridor at night. Her name is Yumiel, who brightens her watery hair with the light of a magic lamp.

She is a fairy breed girl and a resident housekeeper at the Whatever House (Free Life) - tonight was also the incarnation of the moon that bewitched the masculinity.

Memories. Memories of the day you were bought by your greatness. myself when I had long hair.

Memories. Memories of the first day I wore made-up clothes. I tried my best to soil the white apron.

Memories. Memories of the day I tried to cheer up my husband. Myself in various costumes advanced and worn.

Memories. Memories of the day we all went to sea. I was adapting to my survival days.

In all the memories, there was a figure of greatness. There was always a great deal of nobility in Yumiel's life, which began in the thirteen-year-old winter.

And vice versa. There was a Yumiel near you. In your day-to-day life, there was more Yumiel beside you than anyone else.

Yumiel brought the memories together. It binds many thin threads and inspires you to ascertain your bond with Yumiel.

For that, as it is now. Supported by many, Yumiel stands like this on this occasion. Standing in a way that can trigger.

Proceed down the hallway, go up the stairs and reach in front of the precious room upstairs. Withdrawal is unacceptable now. Yumiel just has to move forward.

"... Your husband, I beg your pardon"

Speak up, then open the door.

Yumiel then carried out the contemplative measures without getting her hair in between.

"... Your husband. It's your Yumiel."

Memories! It is an explosion of memories.

The girl standing in your room now, the majority of whom are made up of memories.

Hair is as long as we've just met, clothes are of course made-up clothes. On his head the cat shakes and on his hips the loose cat tail claims.

Poses with your hands next to your face, etc., just as they were that day - oh, oh, and what the hell!

As you can see by those who have clairvoyance, what she wears instead of underwear is a school swimsuit.

The blue fabric, as if it had slipped out of the summer day, is however inhibited by maid clothes and not even one scale appears on the surface.

But it does exist. Just invisible, Yumiel is wearing a squirt. One memory does exist in this world.

Yumiel became the embodiment of memories just wondering if this was still the case.

I'm sure you can't resist this.

"No, you can't, Rootoo. A girl dives into a man's bed. That, too, in such sketchy underwear."

"Nothing is not good. I'm Takahiro's fiancée. What is the blame for being with you?"

"The world calls that prenuptial bargaining... Ugh!?

"That said, your body is an honest one. See, Takahiro of Takahiro is not so well"

"No, you can't. Yumiel will find you."

"You can't make children if you take care of maids. Come on, in a hot exchange, get yourself back, Takahiro!

"Ah, ah, ah!

Unfortunately, it seemed that you had a client.

On the bed, your trousers are about to be taken off, and the looooooo in see-through black negligee just keeps wondering if this is still the case.

Yumiel, who was looking at the sight with the kind of eyes she had when she was under the slave trader, whooped her fingers and took a big hammer out of her personal storage space.

And he shook it down to the bed without hesitation.

"" Duh!?

Half-naked men and women roll on the floor, caught in a winding blast.

"You... what the hell?"

"Hih!?

When you and Luttoo noticed 'it', both bodies were stiff at the same time.

The murder weapon that emerges one after the other from the space surrounding Yumiel. Whips, knives, iron balls, flails, hot tea. From the look of it, the extremely noisy tasting tool falls to the floor making a dull noise with the decoy.

So you're stopping it? And, as soon as you had pale expectations, Yumiel's body began to glow with [Spark Bolt] electric light. Manipulated by purple electricity, the oozing tool floats the universe fluttering.

"I recognize you! Sounds familiar!!

That should be it, Yumiel's favorite flavor tools were all received on their own. If you say so, this is also a memorable item. The pain engraved on his body rocked your head tremendously.

"Ahhh -!... Ha!? Oh, I remember! I remember everything.

I guess he decided that his defensive instincts would not survive on this occasion unless he was in a state of integrity. Or a noble man who brings back a light memory - but all he was given was a cold iron sphere.

"Hih!? Ma, wait, Yumi! I remember that! I remember everything!

"... Really?"

"Nooooooo!? Why are you lifting an iron ball?

"... I wonder why"

To Yumiel's temper, which also resembles a demon, Routou lost his mind remembering what happened last night. You wanted to lose your mind about the same thing, but the moment you were defenseless, considering what you were going to do, you couldn't jump into a cheap escape route.

"Hih!

"... Your husband. It's your Yumiel."

"I'm scared! I'm scared of faceless necromise maids!

Thus, the Noble University, who regained his memory, will play a collection of memories and a nocturnal glimpse.

Lost after lost. Slight rest and sudden ambush. Search and Destroy.

No one has seen which controlled the death fight on the Granferia stage. However, the birds were silently staring at a group of men and women falling on their backs on the roof of a shop (Free Life) for anything illuminated by the white light of dawn.

The birds were the only ones to know that the girl then muttered "welcome back" - and that the man gave it back short "oops".