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

There are differences between lands and countries, but the place where cities are made is always flat.

It can be slightly inclined, but flat land from the beginning is easier to build roads and houses.

Like a certain mountain nation, there are ways to sharpen mountain skins, climb through the cliffs - but that takes too much time and effort, and we cannot hope for a major development.

Speaking of which, Granferia was blessed with its location. Large, treeless Great Plains on the Gulf where large ships can also be parked. This big city, which originally started out as a small fishing village, had become as big a city as possible.

Well, one man is walking through that Grand Feria superior district right now.

A man walking over a city created by his forefathers over hundreds of years, without feeling any gratitude, sounding the missing footsteps between them.

His name is Precious. Sayama Guitar, the young shopkeeper of Free Life.

"Fluffy..."

Kindly breathe the cold morning air, into the cloudy skies of December, and spit it out white with yawning.

He was a man vulnerable to the cold, weaving a gray jacket that he had also done on his suit and wrapped it up to the muffler.

Good morning, Doctor.

"Uh, good morning."

"Good morning, Doctor!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The whole city was littered with milky fog on this day.

A dark mist covered with granferria, as invited by the smoke climbing from the chimneys all over the city.

The blurry, floating streetlight light like a fire and the running sound of a carriage called ragged from nowhere was turning the city into something fantastic.

In a corner with the Royal Grand Feria School, such an advanced district of Grand Feria in the morning, from beyond the fog curtain, the children disappear when they appear with one and another.

A child who energetically overcomes the noble man who walks slowly and speaks to him every time. They were children of nobles, great merchants, and well-known knights.

Children, all of whom are of upper class status, are given heads down by Noble University, an intermediate district citizen, because he is a temporary lecturer at the Royal Gran Feria School.

As a youth who knew how to teach Eastern skills, and as a scout with considerable arms, Noble University was treated with respect by its students.

Besides, he draws a line somewhere from being just a temporary lecturer, such as the discovery of the school labyrinth underground hierarchy and his accomplishments in the drone island drift case.

At first glance, he seems like a fool, but 'good flavor' is still hidden -.

Because of the attention received from parents who thought so, there was not a single student in the table who looked down on you.

Good morning, Doctor.

"Uh, François? Good morning."

Eventually, out of the mist, Guitar University was face-to-face with one girl when the clock tower at the Royal Granferia School emerged.

A dark blue blazer-type uniform with a pink bow on the chest and white socks and brown leather shoes on the feet. As a cold guard, the girl, feather-woven with a tailored crimson coat, had her golden hair rolled together vertically.

The blue eyes are pointed at you, and your cheeks are slightly red due to the cold. Her name is François. François-de-Ferdinan.

She was the daughter of Eastwind's greatest nobleman and a gifted girl who referred to nobility as her master.

"The fog is amazing today. It's eight o'clock and the street lights are still on."

"This is how sometimes, in winter, granferria creates mist. Didn't you know?

"Uh, speaking of which, it looks like we had a couple of days like that last year... but you weren't too impressed because you were pulling on Saturday and Sunday"

"Well! When I was born first...... ugh"

Francois smiles uncontrollably as she walks alongside you.

If there were here, a descendant of a nobleman from another country, he would surely have been stunned.

- That Ferdinand girl. I can't believe that François looks like that!

- I can't believe Red Dragon from Easwind laughs like a girl!

- Is that really the François we know...?

To keep up with the social world, evening clubs, and try to powder the traces of the great nobles of the great powers, the leading men who are cold.

The soft atmosphere, warmth, everything was different from the smile of François they knew and the one now directed at you.

"What are you doing today?

"I don't know...... I guess I'll even talk about Sursulia in the morning. Fight funny demons there as adventurers. I think you'll learn."

"I'm looking forward to it."

François looks fun, looking like he's going to be wearing arms with you today.

The only reason she allows one man to go so far is because she's in love with you greatly.

"It's a mess this afternoon. Sometimes I move my body."

"At that time, I'd love to see you."

Noble University and François, the two side by side, enter the school building of the Royal Gran Feria School.

It disappears into a historic study house where Eastwind's education is said to blossom.

- Here, one strange young man showed up a year and a half ago.

Dark hair, dark eyes, yellow skin. A blurred face that seemed unmotivated to a slightly longer body for the Orientals.

A young man named Guitar Sayama, who did not feel as hectic as the shards, however, showed strength and obtained the position of temporary lecturer.

Acknowledging his usefulness, François approached to make your grandeur the fertilizer of Granferia.

Eastern skills. Innovative skills teaching methods. Eye power to spot hidden underground labyrinths. The adventurer's know-how you possess.

All of them were fascinating. It's not your ability, it's your ability.

I wanted it. For the development of Easwind, I wanted all the power that you have.

So François approached you with a smile. I treated him in a friendly manner in order to learn much from him.

There were no romantic feelings there. There was respect, but it was nothing like love or love.

But as time went on, François realized himself as he was beginning to be drawn to the strength and character of his greatness.

I noticed myself being close to you for your own good, not for Easwind.

It was a feeling of love, affection, unceasing, that she had begun and felt at birth. I knew it as knowledge, it was the thought of loving people.

As a result, François made a confession on the southern island that resembled penance with tears.

Are you glad that your university, without delusion, gave you an answer in good faith, since then you two have also established a friendly relationship.

Will the day come when they will be bound?

At least François secretly hoped that would happen.

A compartment in the 100,000 city of Gran Feria where only a handful of people are allowed to step in.

A special sanctuary with a size no different from other compartments, even though there are only fewer than a few thousand inhabitants.

That is the royal precinct where the royal aristocracy lives. As the name suggests, an area where you cannot even build a house unless you are royal or a nobleman with a title.

Wang Gui District, also known as a waste of land, with good prospects for doing so. At one corner, there was a large mansion.

"Sautéed asparagus."

"Yes."

The noble mansion in the Wang capital is, without exception, a separate house.

For them, who are large and small and have a territory, the mansion situated on the ground is the main residence, and the mansion of Wang Du is only a temporary residence built for work.

Although it looks much better than the houses in the upper districts, it is no bigger than necessary, and depending on the nobility's financial strength, it is even seen as a common household.

Some aristocrats who do not visit the King's Capital many times a year and have no children to send them to the Royal School, sever it as a waste and stay in inns and acquaintances' houses.

In Wang Gui District with such housing circumstances, the Ferdinand family mansion boasted an unusual size.

Garden where you can park dozens of carriages. Rose Garden with Crimson Flame in bloom. A huge four-story mansion. Brilliant entrance hall.

'Separate houses', which were all seen as royal dwellings, showed that this was the residence of the Grand Duke's house.

The House of Ferdinand, said to be the king's katana, has been the head of the Magic Conductor Unit for generations and has made an unparalleled contribution to Easwind.

Among the nobles, the only grand aristocratic mansion allowed to use the 'dragon' as a family crest was fitted with a red dragon emblem, coloured on the golden edge, at the entrance door.

……

"Yes, Father. We had a meaningful day today."

Oduron, the current lord of the Ferdinand family, spends more than half of the year in the king's capital.

Her daughter, François, now lived in this separate house in order to attend the Royal School.

Inevitably, the two of them face-to-face, as they did every day, tried to match mealtimes as well as possible.

Father and daughter, the time of the two is difficult when they also become aristocrats. Thus made time for it, and the two discussing what was in that day were the children of affection, the parents of child thoughts.

……

"No, if you're a father. It's called beryllium."

For the conversation, one end of the long table and the father and son sitting beside it enjoy the conversation soothingly, mouthing a meal elegantly.

Something painstakingly aristocratic life, the only, resting moment. That's what Oduron always stood for.

"Hey, Sebastian will think so too"

"Yes, ma'am. I think so, too."

"Look, Father. I'm not a little kid anymore, so you don't have to worry too much, do you?

…………

Skinny body. Rich moustache. Golden hair and deep, blue eyes.

Oduron, the great nobleman feared as the Red Dragon of Easwind, thanks to his rare magical powers and the deep wisdom he foresees years away.

The heavy town of the state, known as the oligarchy and honest character, is also the father of a single child if you go home.

When dealing with his daughter François, Sebastian, who has been a sidekick for a long time, Oduron spoke well and laughed well.

……

"Right. I'm also a woman of my age. It's time to find someone."

……

"Yeah, but I'd better make up my mind..."

The topic of the day was about François's marriage.

Oduron feared that his daughter, who would never make a fiancée, might not be willing to do so. Laughing off that worrying father, François thinks of someone and dyes his cheeks slightly into the Zhu.

…… ……

"Yeah, yeah. That's right. Your father knows Dr. Takahiro very well..."

……

"What!?

Oduron, who thought he might, spoke the name that came to his mind about his daughter in love.

Nobita Sayama, an intermediate district resident. Eastern youth as temporary lecturer at the Royal Gran Feria School. And a man used to be hugged by his precious daughter in a room in this mansion...

Oduron, don't think so! He was screaming.

An unrest like him was shaking his mind.

"Why not? The person you married, you left it to me. If you were the man of choice, you would contribute to Easwind..."

……

"If you think in the national interest, make it a black knight," he said!? Oh no... Father, no!

Irrational... François exasperated at the demands that were so unreasonable.

She thought of my father as a more honest man. I kept the words I uttered once and said that the promises I made were bound to be kept - yes, I believed them.

How can it say something that would make a promise a rebellion? On the contrary, are you going to present someone you don't want?

François couldn't believe it. My father said that he was a distinctly different adult from an old aristocrat... and that he would agree with her thoughts... and she thought, yes.

"Okay. If that's what your father said, I'll find the Black Knight. And once again on the spot, I'm going to say the name of Dr. Takahiro. Your father chose, in front of the Black Knight."

François, whose chest was filled with the thought of being betrayed, said he was on his way to dinner, but took a seat and left the dining room.

Fine man. Flexible thought-holder. My own understanders. The image she had was like covering it up where it mattered.

François seemed to cry with an unexplained remorse.

- But she's still young and doesn't know the finesse of a person's heart.

Oduron, a gentleman praised by everyone. The name is also high Oduron-do-Ferdinand.

He was also a father before he was a man. He was also confused by the words that came out of his mouth.

………………

"Sir. I'm sure the lady will understand."

It was a silence.

When he was, yes, leaked to the old butler, François had disappeared from the dining room.