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

A few days later, Gary was returning to the meadows.

Demonic habitat unsuitable for grazing. A number of tents line the rich but dangerous meadows. One of them, head for the big one, and Gary moves the horse forward.

Nor is it seen here with strange eyes. This is a Bain clan camp. It is a land that the wandering Bain clan has ordained as a lodging.

Naturally, there are only Bain people here. Gary, who connected his horse by the tent, heard a friendly voice.

"Oh, Gary. Are you back?"

"Hunzi"

"How was the end?

An old man smiling in the good face of a person.

He asks Gary, stroking his long, white beard.

This old man's name is Hun Bain. As Gary's paternal grandfather, he's an advisor to the Baines.

"The family would have been strong. It's not a one-handed opponent."

"Yes. I missed it at the inch. I hurt my hand, but that's all."

"Right..."

"It was immature. We are savvy."

"Oh, good, good. Yeah, don't blame yourself."

Hung spoke gently to Gary with a strange face.

"There's nothing the world can do about it. Whether your arm stands or you can use magic, you can be confused."

"Nothing I can do"

"Our clan, in particular,

A gentle face. He also looks like an enlightened saint.

But look at the color of giving up in it...

Gary walked into the tent without saying anything.

"Gary."

Behind the dim tent, it was Die Bain who stood somewhere.

A big, muscular man. With his hands on his rich moustache, Die glimpses Gary.

"Looks like you screwed up."

"Yes."

"Did it not extend?"

"That's not true"

"Right."

The words we exchange are not bare, and there is no laughter or anger in our faces.

Although it is the body that is different, the voices are also very similar. That should be it too, Die and Gary, the two are parents and children. Die is the head of the Bain family, and Gary is their son.

"Hurry up. Families like blood."

"I know. As soon as I see the witch, I will stand."

"Lai Lai"

I don't celebrate my safe return or recommend tea.

I never regret it more than I need to, nor do I ever sit back.

Gary stopped by for a report. It was also only clerical that the die took it.

He is the father and son of one another who are truly alike. They don't have an extra mouth to finish, Gary leaves, and Die drops it off...

"Wait!"

Someone stood at the entrance to the tent, blocking Gary's whereabouts.

"No way, you let him get away with it? Synthetic beast. The family of the evil gods!

It was a nerve-looking man who said that early and stuffed Gary.

"Why! Why didn't you cut it off! You could have done it!

"Excuse me."

"I'm not sorry! What face should I see Mr. Killing when he says he's holding a regular Alliance meeting next month..."

Freshly one-sided, thumbnail-biting man.

His name is Shaw Bain. Make him Die's brother, and he's the one who hits Gary's uncle.

"The Bain family's ratings are on the downside. Cursed clan. Sneaked clan. Funny Jihadist. It's all about the Baines."

Shaw said so with regret as he gripped the tent cloth.

"You don't know what eyes the adventurers will see of me. You have no idea what face the Alliance officials will treat me with."

"Shaw, calm down"

"I am! I just regret it! The inability to perform his duties as a Jihadist! You shouldn't defeat demons instead of your nephew! Regretful, pitiful..."

Tranquility returned to the tent.

It's a heavy silence. Any words here are only comforting.

And that wasn't something that could be released on this occasion right now. Because he knew it, Gary didn't say anything back to Shaw, he bowed his head and left the tent.

"Forgive me."

"Hunzi"

Old Hung quietly followed Gary out of the captain's tent.

"Shaw is also in a painful position. Just figure it out..."

"Yes, I know"

Yeah, I know.

I know too much because I'm from the same clan.

The power of the born Jihadist. The curse of the evil god engraved on his soul. Only a handful of people in the clan can fight like Gary. The others are exhaustive because they suppress the curse, and they can't make the battle very productive, etc.

Still trying to contribute to the clan, Shaw has worked so hard.

I have bowed my head to the Adventurer Guild and got a job on good terms. I have negotiated with lords and nobles and temporarily searched for a land where I could calm my hips. They ridiculed me for being a cursed Jihadist, and I still did it for my clan.

Where that shaw leaked a weak sound in front of his body, who the hell can blame him?

At least Gary couldn't. Even if they beat me up, I just felt like taking it spoiled. If that makes Shaw lighter, he was willing to offer his cheeks.

But doing that won't solve anything. Because I knew that, Shaw, Gary, Die and Hung -.

Guys, I didn't say anything.

(Oh......)

The sky is dark.

More and more, the cloudy skies winding the vortex are as if they were a reflection of Bain's current situation.

I hear that the Baines used to have a place in the Holy City. That was banished by the curse of the evil god, and he began his wandering life without a stop.

A journey to find a hateful evil god and crusade this to break the curse. But the vagrancy lasted ten or twenty years, and even now, a hundred years later, the evil gods cannot be defeated.

Even Hun, the elder, grew up on a journey and grew old on a journey. The glory of the day was no longer shadowed or shaped, and the camp of the Bain clan was wrapped only in fatigue and giving up.

(Kazu Kai Bain. Can I restore the glory you have built?)

Asking a cloudy sky does not return an answer.

But Gary didn't stop looking up, just shut up and look across the cloud at the sun that was supposed to be there.

"... Well"

Give it a minute or two.

Gary, who was standing still, walked out between the tents again.

Aim is where the witch is. Towards a characteristic woven tent, Gary takes his steps straight.

And when he arrived in front of the tent of purpose - Gary inquired in a gracious voice.

"Nan, are you there?

He had a soft voice.

I don't think it belongs to Gary Bain, a strict warrior in concession.

But when Gary opens his mouth again, he still speaks gently and softly.

"Nan. it's me. It's Gary."

"Brother?

What returned was a thin, poor voice.

"You were back."

The tone of my voice plays joyfully.

I checked that far and Gary finally turned the cloth at the entrance.

"Brother."

Behind the tent, in a bed overlaid with cloth, was a white girl.

Long stretched hair looks like silk thread and thin arms are white by the time they are pathological. But she was an adorable girl when she laughed, and that smile was now directed at Gary.

"Sorry, like this"

"Oh, that's okay. Stay down."

"Such a thing..."

A girl who wakes herself up from her bed and weaves a stall over her sleeping roll.

The girl who admires Gary as her brother is named Nan Bain. He is Gary's cousin and the one who swore to the future.

"You can fry tea."

This girl, for her infirmity, has a strong push.

Avoid Gary's hand trying to put him to sleep and start boiling water with the kamado.

She doesn't even try to listen to forgiveness when she says it's three times lower than Gary, who's twenty. Gary was worried from now on about what would happen if we got married because he wanted to take care of us without asking.

"So, brother. What happened to you today?

"I'm here to ask you for a job. I want you to find the demon you missed."

"Really..."

Nan looked a little rusty as he handed Gary the tea bowl.

But soon, tightening her expression, she sat in front of Gary.

"Okay. I'll get right to it. Is there anything that can serve as a catalyst?

"Oh. It's a synthetic beast arm. I brought you something chopped off."

"This is easy to follow."

Synthetic beast arms wrapped in cloth.

Placing it on an altar in the tent, Nan began to crush something.

"The Patrol of Heaven. Star movements. Ground pulse flow. Wind blowing in the sky"

"Follow the great circle, the connection, and I will not touch his."

"[Heavenly Eye], Hale Dam......!

With every whisper, Nan's body brings light.

Holy Light. Golden Glow. The power of The Witch. The Divine Power of Nan Bain...

"Come on, Jihadist. Here."

"Ha."

"I give you the eye of God."

The Witch, wrapped in the light of God, touched the forehead of Jihadist.

Paint a tattoo at your fingertips, which is sucked into Gary's forehead.

Then some sight spread behind Gary's brain, not here. In the midst of a steep mountain, behind its cave, a beast of hand lurks.

"This is... ugh"

I'm dazzled by the expanded sensation, and Gary is about to fall to the floor.

Nan softly supported it and slowly sat Gary on the spot, still fluttering.

"Sorry."

"No, I am immature..."

I feel sorry for you, Nan.

Already its body has no God's time light, and it is back to its usual girlfriend.

"If this body were sturdy, I could use it better..."

"That's something we can't help. It's not Nan's fault."

"Brother..."

Gary is always sweet.

He always cares about Nan.

However,

"No, if I were a better Witch, I'd have an ass."

"Nan."

voices to block. Gary grabbed Nan's shoulder and said,

"Forget about him."

".................. Yes"

As it was, Gary held Nan up and carried her to bed.

Use force to drain it. If it wears off, the power of the curse will appear on your face. To prevent that, Nan has to be put at rest.

"Brother."

On Gary's departure, Nan raised a fine voice in the bed.

"How long will it last? Neither this suffering, nor this uncut..."

Gary couldn't answer.

I tried to answer, but in the end, I left the tent without being able to say anything.

Gary also looked up at the cloudy skies. From behind, I was hearing a kiru, a sobbing noise -.

"Gaaaaaaaa!!

………………

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!

The showdown was a shame.

Tie up the demon with [Soul Bind] and stick out your sword with or without it.

The cannibal demon lifted up the cry of the Terminator, and behold, it became an exorcism, and was carried into the wind.

"... Is it over"

It was a really unsavory curtain.

With the help of the Thousand Eyes of The Witch, attack the target's sleep and slash this.

It's a way of focusing on certainty. At the very least, it is a method of warfare with due regard so that the battle does not prolong.

That's why Gary was vain about it. Isn't it important that the Jihadists attack their bedtime?

I also have the opinion that it doesn't matter if the demon is the other person. My uncle Shaw also says the result is everything.

But is this okay? Is this what Jihadist is all about?

Always vain after work. Gary didn't even wipe the blood on his sword, he was just looking up at the night sky at the entrance to the cave...

"Giggle!!

"Huh!?

The moment I turned around, there was a synthetic beast there that I was supposed to have defeated.

(No, it's not!

My arm, which I should have slashed, is growing. The shape of the face is also different from that of the earlier one.

I mean, this is a different individual. The synthetic beast was already there.

"Gaa!!

"Ku......!

A synthetic beast waving down a large arm, similar to that of a carnivore.

I can't make it. Defense with the sword, just for a second, I can't make it.

My head will be crushed as it is. While I know that, only my body doesn't follow me.

(No...!

At least let's spare the fatalities.

Gary defied his upper body and desperately tried to engage the Synthetic Beast attack...

"Gui"

The synthetic beast...

He raised his voice like it had drawn, stopping the movement.

……

Quickly distance and set up a sword, Gary.

But there was no reaction to the target, and on the contrary, even the face of the synthetic beast was puzzled.

"Ah, I"

I'm desperate to move, but I can't fulfill it.

Is this - [Soul Bind]?

(No... no!

With the clouds clear and the moonlight lit, Gary could see it.

Snakes entangled in synthetic beasts. The smoked black snake is tying up the synthetic beast and strangling this with his full strength.

No, it's not that easy. The black snake is becoming more and more powerful, and with it, the body of the synthetic beast is -.

"I, uhhhhhh!!

"………………"

Screaming until sad, the synthetic beast was torn to pieces.

A piece of meat makes a bottom-bot noise and falls to the ground. Blood transmitted mountain skin like a waterfall.

At the heart of that tragic sight, a snake that wraps around a tunnel satisfactorily. Gary turned his sword tip unawares to that black snake that put the smoke together.

(This is)

It's the only thing in the world.

It's not a creature, it's not a demon. It's a single scale of something more obscure.

I feel a power similar to the curse that resides in the Bain family. I mean, it's, it's...

Hey, brother.

To Gary, who remembers the battle, there was a man who sounded happy.

"You...!

"Ha... ♪"

Red hair. Red eyes.

Spookily laughing under the moonlight, that red boy...

"Ass......!

Gary's brother, Ass Bain.

He was a sinner called Bloody Ass Bain.