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

"Bad God."

"Beware of evil gods..."

"Be careful, Guido."

"... Ugh"

Is this what you mean by bad dreams?

My best friend, who is separated, stands on his pillow and repeats his advice. And the sword and the staff were in his hand, and he turned it toward me.

It's just a nightmare, and that's what happened in real life. Biting through bitter memories, Guido struck a turnaround in the bed.

"It's morning..."

Guitar opened his thin eyes and opened the system menu, realizing that it had happened earlier than a wake-up call. How many times have these awakenings now? sighing, he woke up slowly,

"Whoa!? Is that Yumi?"

I was surprised to see the maid who would have come to wake me up.

"... good morning"

"Oh dear. You're still fast."

Guitar stretched his back with a pompous stroke of Yumiel's head staring at him with no expression. Yumiel looks at her master, who opens his big mouth without even trying to bite off the yawn that leaks naturally.

This little maid doesn't distract you from your gaze or do anything else. Always she stared, and before she got used to it, you felt embarrassed too.

It is a terrible thing to get used to, because it doesn't bother me now either. Guido rubbed his eyes, getting out of bed and trying to start dressing.

"... go ahead"

"Whoa, sorry."

Yumiel, who offers carefully folded clothes, and the semi-naked nobility who receives them. There was no shame there like adolescent boys and girls, just a circular ripeness like a mature couple.

If you look at the three fairy sisters, it's a sight that seems to cover your eyes unintentionally, out of groaning and moaning. I don't know where the colors and tokens have dropped - but this is the routine of Noble Daughter and Yumiel. Such a sight, as has been cultivated so far, and will continue forever...

"... hmm?

Sometimes in the morning, you seem to be able to crush everything in the flow. I felt just a little uncomfortable there, and Guitar let go of the hand he was putting on his pants.

"Yumi? You got something?

Usually Yumiel, who was supposed to leave the room and wait for you in the living room, didn't try to move on this day. Is it also something you want to say? Your Majesty saw Yumiel with a strange face,

"... no, never mind"

She doesn't give a reason, and she still stands in her room.

"I don't care if you say so..."

I don't think she has a strip-watching hobby, but that doesn't mean she's not ashamed of herself. Still young, Guitar was not dead enough to show a beautiful girl like Yumiel a cloak of pants.

"If they were looking at me that much, it'd be hard to get dressed"

"... rest assured. I don't care."

"I care!

Throwing Yumiel out into the hallway with Poi, Noble Dae finally lowered his pants.

Did you want to help me get dressed? Such an idiot, not a nobleman - and, with his doubts, he puts his arms through his shirt. Shivering at the February cold, he took the turtleneck sweater out of the tans and left the room wearing it out of his head. Then,

"Whoa!? Shh, sorry."

A head pounding out of his sweater hit Yumiel's forehead. Guitar raised his face in haste, raising his voice in wonder as he put his hand behind his head.

"What, were you still there?

"... Am I interrupting?

I don't mean to interrupt.

I still look up to Yumiel with no expression, and I wonder what's wrong with you.

It's not like there's a problem. It's not like I'm in the way. I just don't feel comfortable with Yumiel acting differently for no reason.

"... it's a towel"

"Ah, oh. Thanks."

Give me a hand towel and gently refrain behind your greatness, Yumiel.

Feeling uncomfortable in the gaze sent silently from behind, Guido walked out to the washroom with no choice.

(Something's wrong...)

Did Yvetta blow something into it again?

There is no movement for it, which in turn makes you anxious for your greatness. What the hell is this omen...

(Uh-huh...)

Face washing, toothbrushing while being observed by the maid. Suspecting it was a novice play, Guitar had a thin eye for Yumiel in the mirror.

There's a pile of things to think about about about your best friend, evil god, but you can't neglect your job forever.

It's the same in any profession, but the credibility of anything is especially important. If you throw out the work you have undertaken and put it on something else, you won't be able to make a request sooner or later. It's too late to panic after that.

Work now in front of you rather than getting bored with invisible issues. That's what I thought, Guitar began to vigorously clean up the work I was loading...

(Hmm...?

How dare you today, I feel gaze.

Anything at the office of the shop (Free Life), playing the bar at his desk placed there, Guitar asked for the desk next to him on the side. Then there was Yumiel, who stared straight at you, and you, who had eyes with her, put your face back in the paperwork sassy.

(No way, I... am audited!?

Are you too prodigal and doubtful of your clerical ability? Or is it being watched not to skip?

(I've been decent lately...... should be!

You didn't have to know if it was two years ago when you were being slapped with a whip, and you were proud to say that you had gotten serious these days. At least, I don't remember being stuffed or clueless since I was in a working position.

Even so, Yumiel sends his gaze frequently. What the hell is that? I've asked her many times in the morning, but she doesn't answer why it seems like it.

(Sounds like a hole in time)

I sweated, but still couldn't stop my hand, and your daughters were even getting rid of the paperwork.

Then,

"Takahiro ~? Oh, there he is. Good."

The goddess of salvation came along with the sound of the bell. At least, it seemed like it to you.

"Oh! Caorle, is that your job!?

"Ugh, yeah, but...?

Caorle made his eyes black and white with a full smile jumping at him.

She was going to be hugged even now, and that was a little embarrassing, so she gently took a distance to go around.

"I'll do anything! Cooking? Serving? Dishwashing?"

"Yes, no, I just need you to hang out with the buyout,"

"All right, let's go! Let's go now!

"Hey, hey! You don't have another job?

"Ugh...!

Caorle pointed me out - and then a gaze pierced my back, and Noble Daughter made me stretch my giddy body.

There is no job. However, happiness or unhappiness, thanks to being able to concentrate more than usual, little remains. As for you, it's a fine amount to leave for a while - but what about it for her?

……………………

Now, for Yumiel to stare at your greatness.

It's about her being a little perfectionist. You shouldn't be comfortable going out there leaving work halfway. In particular, there are many paperwork that you can only do with him.

Royal School grading forms, reports to the Adventurers Guild, and records of service in orphanages. Even if they put those things away, they're untouchable in Yumiel. Wouldn't she be more concerned about that?

With a bad hunch, Guitar asks Yumiel, terrified.

"Um, Mr. Yumiel?

"... Yes"

"Leave your seat, Deshawka..."

At the end of the day it was like a mosquito howling.

However, the words that are likely to disappear have reached Yumiel firmly, and the iron masked maid reticences to be worthy. The judgment that will be handed down will be fulfilled...

"... I don't mind. You're not going."

"Oh well. Then don't come!

"Hey Taka Hiro!?

Confirming that Yumiel shook his head vertically, Guitar took Caorle's hand and quickly went out of the office. He hurries to the end of the street, just as he wants to get as far away from the doorbell sound as possible.

"Takahiro, what's wrong? Did you even have a fight with Yumi?

You thought there was something wrong with the boulder, Caorle pulls off the precious and asks you what's going on. He glanced into his worried eyes, and Guitar groaned, and his butt turned to the side looking bad.

"It's not like that... Something's going wrong"

"Why?"

"Yummy's staring at me. Even if you ask me why, you're gonna tease me, and that's the perfect way around me. I don't know why."

"Uh-huh...?

It was a funny story even from Caorle.

I don't think Yumiel the Firm will do anything meaningless. The girl like that doll was, as it seemed, a clerical, efficient person. Caorle thought he wasn't the kind of kid who jokes for better or worse.

(So, why not? Takahiro, did you even touch your butt?

I thought of a noble man flirting with the maid and immediately shook his neck beside her.

(If it was worth it, you'd be getting your hands on someone by now)

Trusted - No, as a man, I am a young man not trusted.

Being given the impression by the public that he had a swollen hand in love, rather than a withered shriveled escape, Guido held his head without even noticing the shriveled face of a caorle.

Caorle, I need you to tell me something.

"I'll try that. You have to think about Takahiro, right?

"Me? Scattered in the morning, I'm worried..."

"No, no! It's more about what you can do than how Yumi got weird."

"Huh?"

Let him sigh at the proper greatness, and Caorle put up his pins and fingers.

"Yumi, you're patient, aren't you? I've never seen that kid throw up stupidity. But for that matter, I think it's the kind of dissatisfaction and stress."

"I see..."

"I have to guess that at Takahiro's. He said I had to take good care of him."

"I see..."

A girl who teaches an older man and a young man who arms and roars Uhm.

Although it only appears to be a schematic of a young liver wife and a no-go pavilion owner laid on her ass, they were all serious. to that evidence,

(Right, care ah)

Guitar had a strange face and a deep and deep nod.

He gained a glimmer of light - but what was so off-target was that he looked like him.

Yumiel was confused.

Stay by your side as long as you can and spend as much time as you can. That should have increased the conversation and deepened the friendship between the two of them.

Even so, the nobility at the heart just makes me horny and doesn't make me laugh a bit. It is also a matter of no choice. It was a groundbreaking story, like forgetting that I was a lousy mouthpiece, a passive personality, and asking for more intense communication.

Yumiel noticed early on - but I didn't understand the situation right now.

"You're annoying. Lunch is ready."

"... Huh!?

After finishing your request and coming home, Yumiel noticed the fragrant smell drifting from the kitchen.

So the caorle or walnut comes and even hand-cooked dishes are sifted around by you? Speaking of which, it is already noon - and so on - Yumiel, who opened the living room door, faced the noble man in the apron.

"Stir-fried vegetables and grilled shoga today. Here, wash your hands."

"... Huh!?

Is it a whim or something? Your university cooks lunch, etc. - No, that's not uncommon in itself. This has happened several times before.

But what is this discomfort? Yumiel went up the stairs with a gig shag and opened the washroom door with a slightly hardened hand.

"There's also a change. Eat plenty."

"... Huh!?

Eventually, when he arrived at the table and tried to get his hands on the dish, Yumiel opened his eyes to your actions.

What a noble man - isn't that noble man a worthy servant! He serves rice in a tea bowl, pours tea into a hot water swallow, and quickly divides the freaks. A streamlined move because I was trained at the Mass Dining Hall (Mampuku Pavilion). Even before that, the servant Yumiel could not protest or resist.

(Shit. I can't believe the maid let her husband do her chores)

I felt a rush for boulders, and Yumiel, at least, tried to wash the dishes.

"You can take your time. You always had a hard time, didn't you? I'll wash it today."

When I did it, I was gently pushed off by a noble man with a gentle smile, and I was seated in a rocking chair.

(Did they take strange pills again?

Yumiel observes him still, not just every time. I was going to come and wish the old dragon in some cases.

"Rice, rice, rice..."

"Eat some leftovers."

"Aoooo......!

To Elu, who crawled out of nowhere, the appearance of a noble man serving the rest of his lunch with a nasty smell was as usual.

So, what the hell is causing it? The only thing he's changed is...

"Look, Yumi. It's tea after meals."

"... thank you"

Guitar, who rolled the chair to slip and carried the tea set, brewed tea with a yakitori trick.

Are you going to be a butler this time? The motion was exaggerated for it, and it seemed like a dogma, depending on what you saw.

(No way, are you making fun of me?

- No, that's not it. Noble Daisy was not such a joke, and I see no reason to do so.

So, are you seriously thinking 'good' and doing the butler's imitation - your university is still smiling, smiling.

(... but maybe this is fine)

Objectively speaking, this is as relaxing a time as Yumiel wanted it to be for both of us.

Eru has returned to the torch (nest) and there is no sign of any visitors. During the day, it may be a good idea to stay immersed in this soothing air.

"How about a change of tea? Hmm?"

(Again, something different...)

Precious words and deeds that exaggerate.

In short - clearly, it's disgusting.

A young man named Guitar Sayama is a sloppy, troublesome smeller, and a big mess - but when you tighten it, it's just enough to tighten it. Yumiel thought it wasn't like him to drool his groaning and tenderness like this.

"... Your husband. The"

"Hmm? What?

"... why are you suddenly being served, etc?

"No, I didn't leave it up to you to do your chores, did I? I'm so sorry. Sometimes I just thought I'd take it slow."

"... ha"

I see, I understand the motive. I also found out that it wasn't a joke.

It's just another story whether Yumiel wants it or not. Never before had she felt bitter about her chores, and even remembered her secret fullness in taking care of your greatness. Take it away, have it slow, etc., it's a misguided concern.

But if that's what you want to do, Yumiel wasn't willing to stop. I'm tired of him. When it soon came back to normal, Yumiel expected. So I was letting him do what he wanted...

"Yumi, the bath is boiling. Come on in."

"... Yes"

"Yumi, I've been shopping. Nothing missing, huh?

"... Yes"

"Yummy, we're ready for dinner. We're having omelet tonight!

"I'll have..."

Contrary to Yumiel's expectations, your university worked well.

Cleaning laundry, hot water in the cooking. I work in chores from morning to evening, and Yumiel just sees it. No matter how hard she thought of it, it was even difficult for her to keep up with the greatness of making full use of her repudiation abilities.

"Can Yumi slow me down, please?

"…………………………… Yes"

Sure, it made it easier. I should be resting, at least physically - contrary, I get more and more tired in Yumiel's mind. This would still be better if you doubled your chores. He showed a rare but sinking appearance, and Yumiel was rocked by a rocking chair with a vain expression.

Meanwhile, you too were feeling tired. Though I took the place of chores thinking it was good, I didn't feel the slightest response and Yumiel at heart doesn't look happy. It's more like it's depressing -.

(Maybe it was an extra favor?

Though it took me two days, for me to realize it myself, there was still some way to save it.

Now if he had been a little more blunt, he would have almost turned into the corpse Yumiel lives on, but he seemed to have made it at the inch. Guitar, who felt in a hurry, asks Yumiel, terrified.

"Hey, could it have been... annoying?

"... no"

"No, I want you to answer me honestly... was that an extra favor?

"... a little"

Honestly, they said, Yumiel nodded with hesitation.

When he saw it, Guitar dropped his shoulder gawking and exhaled a deep deep sigh.

"Was it solitary after all...... sorry to bother you"

With a bitter laugh, Guido bowed his head to Yumiel. Depressed, he takes off his apron and sits down in the table chair. Yumiel asked softly to her husband, who looked so weak.

"... In the first place, why did you start doing this? Was there anything about me that didn't get to me?

"Hmm? Yeah, that's right."

Guitar began to tell us one thing and why. That I was wondering how Yumiel was doing. From that, I deduced that she might be getting dissatisfied and tired. So I also revealed everything I encouraged in my chores in an attempt to reduce Yumiel's burden a little bit.

"I want to ask you the other way around, why were you staring at me?

"... it"

Now it was Yumiel's turn. My friend asked me if we were getting along. That I cared about it and was by your side. And that I waited still for the workings from him. I revealed everything and lowered my head with a pepper.

"... not explained enough..."

"No, neither do I. I wish we had talked more from the start, not trying to get caught up."

"... you were right"

"You can't do anything, us."

"... right"

Precious of bitter laughter and faceless Yumiel.

The two reflected greatly on their movements over the past few days and sighed softly.

"No, but you didn't know. You're so tired of taking care of people."

"... I didn't know either. Being looked after was so tiring."

"What?"

To Yumiel, who said such things in his true face, your daughters erupted pussy. As it is, he laughs out with Kerakera, and Yumiel looks at it wonderfully.

Soothing time returns. The usual time returns. The sound of patsy and fireplace firewood blowing up. Light light on the magic stone lamp. And plenty of time without talking about much.

That was what they wanted. It took three years to build, it was just the two of us. Even though he didn't put his mouth on the booze, you and Yumiel were soaking up some comfort.

"It's been a bummer lately. Once the problem is cleared up, there will be more time like this again. Until then, just give me a minute."

"... Yes"

Then he shut his mouth and, whatever it was, they were staring at the flames swinging in the fireplace.

Keep it loose. Time flies...

"... hmm?

That's when I inadvertently heard the doorbell.

"... at this hour, are you a customer?

I can hear Karan Cologne and some distracting noise.

But the closing time is long gone, and the customer should be aware of that. The two, suspicious, looked at each other in surprise.

"I'm gonna take a look."

Your Highness takes a seat. Without saying anything, Yumiel follows softly.

- Also, Karan Cologne and the office doorbell ring.

That's at the same time as the signal to tell the visitors...

It was also the sound of a bell announcing the end of one.