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

Recently, I've been delaying things a lot.

Between grazing, time for a water bath, when that happens, my consciousness shifts away all the time.

I don't think that's a choice either. Too much has happened.

I found out my brother was alive and turned into a family member of the evil gods. I became a "holy warrior" and fought this, and the settlement was taken all by the brave. And our Bain clan was freed from the curse of evil gods - crusaders were formed on the arrowheads discussing what to do now, and perished in three days.

It also looks like the brave man waved a great deal. With that overwhelming power, he said, he had sent down heaven to the Pope.

I thought there would be a war on the continent, and it wasn't. That's a good thing, and without a doubt, it's supposed to be the right thing to do...

I couldn't help but clear my mind.

"Brother, what's wrong?

"Ass."

As he was dusk on the hill, there was someone sitting softly next to him.

Ass. Ass Bain. Be a good 'jihadist' and my only brother.

"You've been thinking a lot these days."

I don't even need my ass to tell me. I was aware of that, too.

"No, what. I was just thinking about my life."

"About life?

"That's right. Why are we alive? Does this raw make sense? I'm just thinking about those things."

"Brother..."

My ass looks at me with anxious eyes.

Naturally, too. Even I would have such eyes if my body had mentioned this.

But there's nothing to worry about. I'm not depressed, I'm just thinking. Think, think, keep thinking...

I'm just confused by the answers I still don't get.

"Hey, ass."

"... what, brother?

"Is there a difference between me and these people?

"About the ants?

"That's right. A small, powerless bug that is flirted with by superiors. I'm sure from a brave man or God's point of view too..."

"No! No, I'm not! Your brother's not that tiny!

"Ass."

"That brave guy just did the extra thing! If I hadn't been able to lay down then, I'm sure my brother would have done the same!

The furious ass had red dyed hair tips.

The power of evil gods is still there. The unbreakable curse is still eroding my brother's body.

"Don't get so excited. physically impaired."

"But...!

I sat my stood up ass down softly and I looked forward again.

Sheep are eating early spring grazing lands, sprouted clovers.

It's an idyllic view. Angry red doesn't look good there. I'm calm hearted and I mock my rough ass.

"You don't get angry. As it turns out, I'm sure that would have been nice. At least we avoided killing each other with our brothers."

"Brother..."

"Let's rejoice, ass. This peace. Finally a peaceful time to visit…"

With that said, my heart never cleared.

I guess that's getting on my face. My brother said something. Do it...

In the end, I get sick of not being able to say anything.

I can't find a word to put on my ass like that either...

"Hey, bro. It's been a while."

……

I wonder who. to a bright voice that doesn't glimpse into the field, when we both look back,

"Ah!? And, priest!

"Dear Saint Rogan......!

"Ooh."

There was the "saint of detoxification," Master St. Rogan.

A nostalgic smile on a rough body. Head slew up to a shallow wrinkle. I guess you were traveling alone again. The backpack on the back was packed with clutter and the leather shoes looked slippery to the tip.

"Ugh, whoa, whoa."

"Wow, wow...!?

"Here, here. You can't take it and eat it, can you?

"Uh, the"

A Logan master who catches his ass trying to escape in a hurry and forces him to sit next to him.

His ass seems uncomfortable, but as far as I'm concerned, his visit is pleasant.

"When are you going to this region?

"I just got here last week. I've been going all the way south."

"So, even to the Southern continent?

"Ooh. Been there, been there."

Your burnt skin, your white teeth, look great in no way.

The brightly laughing Roganist turned to his still bewildered ass and took the ring out of the porch and gave it to him.

"Uh? What's this?"

"It's a souvenir. They say it's a southern curse."

"Yep......!?

"Hey, it's a substitute for sealing the curse with a curse. Good for you."

That's it, Master Rogan gutted the water from the water bottle.

No, is this booze? The slight smell of alcohol made me feel my mouth come loose.

"You knew that."

"You know, nothing, because it's a famous story in the clergy neighborhood. My brother, that you have become a family member of the evil gods, that you have awakened to the Holy Warrior, and that the Bain clan has been freed from the curse."

"In short, everything?

"Oh, everything, everything. Good for you."

"Ha ha hi"

The ass spoken to by Master Rogan had turned his face bright blue.

I can't help it. Being a family member of an evil god, he was quite ill.

"You can't blame Master Rogan."

"About you, brother?

"Yes, I thought you stopped by on the matter."

"Hey, what. We're pretty good, too, because we're making fun of it."

"... you mean the Pope"

"Oh."

Master Rogan drinks again.

It seems bright, and its side is somewhere serious.

"I don't know about Master Aloudmatis. I couldn't bear it."

"Patience?"

"Patience towards the public. It's powerful, but it's not appreciated! I'm feeling cramped because of my ancestors! My brother felt exactly what you were feeling."

"Even the Pope...?

I saw Master Rogan with his ass looking unexpected.

And Master Rogan takes that gaze and nods slowly.

"Ah. Though the Pope, Master Aloudmatis is just a human being, too. Even at the apex of the priesthood... no, it's because I stood that I drowned in power."

"That's not what I was able to say...... where did God teach and do it?

"That one worshipped power as God. Come on. I found God in my power, and I thought it was the right priesthood to wield power as I thought it would be."

"That's why I built the Crusades"

"I guess so"

Master Rogan smiled calmly.

Things like distress and regret are transcendent expressions. From now on, the priest says he will be placed in a painful position, but that also conveys a glimmer of readiness to spoil and take it.

But that's why I had big doubts.

Why is the world made this way? That didn't surprise me.

"What is God..."

"Mm-hmm?"

"What the hell is God?

…………

"A" holy warrior "appears from the cursed clan. The Pope embarks on the conquest of the world with a distraction. You wander all over the continent for folk grass. The monuments of the Holy City are still running for their own good."

…………

"If there is a God, why are we like this?

"Brother..."

That was who I've been thinking about.

Yeah, that's what I wanted to know. How did God make man? How can God forgive human stupidity? Why did you wake me up to the Holy Warrior? Why did you choose Aloudmatis as Pope? Is everything on a whim? Are we just pawns to be mocked by God?

That's it, that's all.

I've always wanted to know.

"Mr. Gary."

…………

"Gary, you're serious."

"Dear Rogan......!

"Oh, no. I didn't make fun of you. I'm impressed."

"Inspirational?"

"Oh, even so. Thinking about God. I can't seem to do this."

Master Rogan took a cigarette roll out of his nose.

And light it up, smoke a little, then spit purple smoke.

"Who is God?"

……

"I think God is a praying heart, but hey"

"Praying heart?

"Oh, even so. I don't see him. I can't even hear you. But there is a God in this world. Believe me, praying is the honorable heart."

"You say that God is not power, but what dwells in prayer?

"Or come on. I'm not Skill God Info. Nor is the Holy Grail God Ga Charpo. When you pray to something, not in those specific forms, what lies ahead of its heart is God. That's what I think."

In other words, it doesn't seem to exist with God.

There is no god who flirts with us. There is no god who would humiliate us.

However, there is something warm and honorable in my praying heart. Master Rogan is talking about it.

"Of course, the Bible has the name of our God, but hey"

"... that's not what this is about, is it?"

"Oh, yeah. Come on. There is a God, but there is no. That's my theory."

That's what I said, a hectic laughing Roganist.

Looking at that face, I kind of feel like I've got a load on my shoulder.

(yes or no)

Everything was human.

It was also humans who lost to their weakness. It was also humans who struck out at themselves.

There doesn't seem to be any clapping in this world, but it's actually connected by cause and effect. Even that brave man wouldn't have come to that place if Grandpa Hung hadn't called.

(In a pointless way... you don't)

I assumed that all fates were decided.

Whatever I do, it's all decided...

Even if not, I have no influence in the world. That's what I had in mind, but it wasn't.

(I walk on my own feet. It is not attached to arms or feet, such as manipulative thread)

I have previous footprints, and I can change the rest of my life with my own hands.

Even if you get caught in a big storm, you even have the skill to fight it. I was wondering if this makes sense in life or what life is, etc. -.

Damn, it was stupid while I was at it.

"There is a God, but there is no. You're absolutely right."

I haven't had a laugh in a long time.

Taking that, Rogan Master and Ass also smiled at me.

My heart was so clear. Invisible God is God. Noticed of it, I was also freed from my existing consciousness...

"Uh, no. I'm right here. Hey, Pump!

…………

"I'll keep asking for backup, right? Well, then, come on."

…………………………………………

Now...

Something...

Goddess? Something targeted...

All of a sudden he shows up, and all of a sudden he seems to disappear -?

"Mr. Gary."

"Yes, sir"

"It's a beautiful sunset."

Master Rogan watched the sunset sky with a distant eye.

The sun is about to set. In the distance, the lambs were heard squealing.

But we...

The three of us couldn't move forever, just staring blindly at the ridges of the mountain.