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

Someone said that overcoming a predicament makes people grow.

There's nothing I can't solve. Someone told me that it was all a test given by God.

- Is that really the case?

Then why is there so much mourning and suffering in this world? Why is everyone walking on the road, nagging and walking? They're all people who should have gotten over it.

Why do 'trials' go on until you die? Why are we destined to be irresistible, such as famine and natural disasters? How can we live such a painful world for what is fun and for what?

I want someone to tell me. Please tell me. Before this leg stops one day...

"Report!

Countermeasure headquarters placed at the top of a small high mountain. A young correspondent rushed into the open place where the tent was disturbed.

"We got a comm from the Fei Long Squad! The enemy is brigade size! Brigade size!

[Cole] said so to arouse and scatter as he held down his eartips that increased his communication distance. I can't help it. It is an unprecedented story, such as such demons pushing in outside the 'breeding season'.

He was only a teenager, and those who were turned to backward support on account of it were blushing their faces like him.

"Right..."

By contrast, the man stood still.

Giant enough to look up. Muscles thriving like rocks. The red-haired big man, with a double-edged war axe on his shoulder, turned to his nervous men and let him slap him lightly.

"Eastwind is cursed, what a tale... but maybe it's not a mistake"

Big case of rocking the state. All happening once every ten years, with or without events, has been concentrated over the past year.

Referring to it, the mouthless rumor is that Easwind is a cursed nation, a country fascinated by ruin - but the big man raised his voice as he sprayed those rumors.

"But hey! I'm a proud adventurer! Look around! Find it! Drag him out and knock him out! It doesn't matter what they curse! Break seeds and tricks from end to end!! He must be the Adventurer!

Loud enough for the mountains to tremble (Dao Jo) put a drink into the minds of the shrinking adventurers.

Yes, we are adventurers. And that symbol is him, Killing Brave-Scarlet-Castilla. You don't seem like an adventurer, such as you shrink like this forever!

"You're not shivering! Brigade, huh? No matter how many miscellaneous fish we gather, they're miscellaneous!

Killing wields a war axe, as he tells them when he's out in action. The adventurers saw a pile of demonic corpses to be built on the guild master's masterpiece, which makes a lot of noise.

"Let's go, wow!! First, smash enemy strongholds!! No Balls (Knight) Take Back To Them!!

"" "Ooooooooo!!

Hundreds of adventurers rush down the mountain path following the killings that cut ahead. The aim is a large group of demons. Awesome arms storm in a straight line to cut off the elephant.

Their hearts had a burning fighting spirit and trust in the Alliance Master. An unwavering strut supported them.

- Not yet. Now, not yet.

Yes, someone murmured somewhere that was good.

I don't know.

Don't lose weight, a woman squirms her head in a gutter.

"I don't know. It's not about interrogation. I can't wake you up on such a scale, artificially...... is it a demon? I wonder if there was a reaction to the sensors..."

A brunette elf who whines about bumps and something and jerks around a bunch of paper and odd machines. Odd, leaving the freak's name wanting, her, Ertu ul Mirl, immersed herself in a world of only one, shaking her shoulders did not react.

"What a woman!

A screaming voice was a middle-aged man with a sense of impatience in his face. Dressed in tailored clothes, but funny enough to mess with his hair, the man shook and looked around like a child rat.

"You still don't know what caused it!

A room in the royal castle, a large hall opened as a countermeasure headquarters. I guess he's a high ranking figure among those gathered in this place. No man wandered around without meaning, all sweaty and barbed.

"What a year! Didn't it mean anything, like a doomsday ritual! If this is the case, if this is the case...!

"Quiet. It'll get in the way of Ms Ertu."

"... of Ferdinand!

Nervous and tense countermeasure headquarters. It was the men and women in red costumes who appeared refreshed on the spot.

"Let's challenge Easwind to a mass battle etc...... it's a stupid thing. Don't you think so, Sir Engrave?

"But!

"There's no problem"

"...... Huh!!

Deep red cloak coloured with gold thread. Seeing the flipping lion's crest, the Earl, known as Engrave, stopped moving.

"There's no problem... you know what I mean?

Again, there was no reply. It was just that everyone shook their heads vertically in silence and showed their sincerity.

If he is - said Oduron, the current Duke of Ferdinand, 'yes'. Those who were in the room were somewhat relieved of tension at the prestigious appearance of the grand aristocracy, not of power, not of pressure.

"Yes, there's no problem. There's nothing wrong with that."

Eru appears from the sidelines, as he assists Oduron. As she dropped her gaze on a piece of paper, she waved without looking particularly impressed.

"I got the observations. There are just so many enemies. Like a chaotic dragon, there's no such thing as ruining the country in one piece. You won't get pessimistic."

Some look surprised at the elu, who tells the obvious,

"You just have to do what you always do. You're good at it, aren't you? Unleash magic from a distance, and the remaining enemies intercept with heavy-duty soldiers. Destroy the demon herd with our prized must-have tactics."

Paying her gaze with her hands like a pain in the ass, she lowered her hips on the couch. Lie still and close your eyelids with care, Eru.

She pushed her heartbeat, also known as Eastwind's brains. What more do we need to worry about now? The people who were packing in the countermeasure headquarters began sending instructions in [call] to the department responsible.

"François. I'll take care of the rest"

"Yes, Father"

Oduron left the big room behind after making sure the countermeasure headquarters worked. The remaining François spreads the map to the table in the center of the room, compiling the information sent from all over.

(Doctor... Doctor must be fighting somewhere)

Francois portrays the battlefield while placing demons with red pawns, knights with blue pawns, and adventurers with yellow pawns. Behind her brain, a young man in black with a knife moves...

(The culprit is "The Evil God". If the brave man makes it or the teacher knocks him down, the curtain will fall on a series of disturbances)

A knife of greatness pierces the breast of God, who hath no enemies against men. Let him crusade brilliantly the unknown.

(If it doesn't hold up until then...)

Holding hands small in front of his chest, François wishes him a great victory. I just hope this dark cloud clears up.

Anxiety hides and still stretches his spine to look forward. Encourage fearful peers to give tens of thousands of people guidelines. That is the responsibility of those who stand on top. It's their mission as nobles.

Whiplash into her wrinkling heart, and the girl wears the mask of a grand aristocrat. Ridiculous, ambitious, unspoken confidence and elegance. This is François de Ferdinand. It exists bearing the Easwind of the future.

Beginning with her, the great black pillar of the nation is still alive and well. The great nation Easwind is unshakeable. There's no way you can be threatened, such as by a bunch of demons.

- But why is the royal family there?

Somewhere there was a mockery.

In the Grand Feria King's Quarter, there was a hall.

This three-story house is said to have a good national style. The quality rigid museum with a cutting-edge impression was inhabited by international students from neighbouring countries.

"... is that true?

Following a report from his squire, Dorothea unwittingly sat down.

She, who is reputed to be ice, should not be upset by rare things - but something else seems to have happened. The princess stood up and contemplated, showing a rare and wolfish appearance.

"... false reports, or possible disguises in other countries?

"There isn't. I got the report and I checked it with this eye, too. That accuracy on that scale. People in our country can't possibly see it wrong."

"So is that."

Eleonora's words, which are belly hearts, are beyond doubt. No, if that's what you mean, everyone here is Dorothea's loyalist. Dorothea nodded deeply as she looked around at the knights and squire who came to Easwind as a princess offering.

"I'm going to stop this. Any objections?

Dorothea, who gave the answer in herself, asked everyone gathered in the reception room. Then a knight with a stern face walks out and shakes his neck sideways saying it's something he doesn't even need to hear.

"Princess. This has to stop. For Easwind and for our motherland."

Dorothea had the same opinion.

Foolish. Yes, foolish. Even if it moves, why, now? I don't support anything I'm not convinced of. Isn't that the Bartoloan? They are - what the hell is the Bartoloan Third Army thinking?

You have to ask questions. No, we have to stop it before it does. Strengthen. But we have to make him stop walking.

"I'll get you a full job, Kaufman."

"Ha!"

A silver princess lays down her life to a samurai who is blessed by God and holds the title of mightiest knight.

"Fight, Kaufman. Now is the time to squeeze that power. Not for Easwind, but for our Bartolore."

"Whatever you say!

Taking the life of his lord, Kaufman puts a fist in his chest.

The knights lining up behind him, the squire, follow it. When you risk your life to fight, their eyes are talking. Dorothea took it and strictly lifted her right hand.

"Okay, go! Don't let them 'cross' even one step!

"" "Ha!

As a result, the Kaufmans moved.

The speed and uncertainty of the Bartoloans is particularly noteworthy when setting goals. Those who prepare dragon cages, those who go out to the royal castle to report, and a thorough division of roles make them ready while they look at them.

With that in mind, Dorothea looked out the window at the idea...

(What the hell is your brother thinking?)

My brother, who is supposed to be leading a third army. He hurries to do anything to the detriment of others. Not to mention,

(Like a fire scene thief, let's invade Easwind, etc...)

Dorothea was positive about the war itself. I thought we should fight when we should. But that's not now. It cannot be unilaterally invaded, as it is to be attached to weakness.

That doesn't give me a big name. The rebellion between the people and the neighbouring countries is imperative. If you misrespond, Bartolore could collapse from the inside and out. My brother should have known that...

(What the hell...?

Are you going to make everything aye-free with victory? You want to give me a hand and get to the next throne? No way, that's not possible. But I can't think of any other reason for that.

No, but, but - only that brother -?

Somewhere someone whispered that it was human.

Somewhere...

Somewhere, someone did ask.

The sound of a bell that tells the beginning. Give me that cheap doorbell sound.

That bell is still ringing in the back of my ear.