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

that the child attains the age of ten. It was one milestone.

There are many "children who do not grow up" in this world of high risk, even in urban areas. Children who suffer from illness, accidents, and a little something that puts their lives at risk. I was fine until yesterday, but I woke up in the morning and it was getting cold. In this world, where such things can happen rarely, the fact that we have connected our lives for ten years was still a milestone.

"From today on you too, sister. You're part of the elderly group."

An elderly woman smiles gently. At the end of that gaze was the Black Cat Beastman girl.

The woman's name is Rudos-Bright. The girl's name is Nyadia-Bright. Living together in an orphanage is a relationship where the former is the mother and the latter is the child. Of course there is no blood connection, but Rudos, the dean, was equally loving to the unsatisfactory Nyadia.

"Have you grown a little too? You're gonna grow up."

Ludos smiling again. Looking up at that face without expression, Nyadia nonetheless offered her head in silence. Hands stretching quickly as well. Nyadia's dark hair is accompanied by Rudos' hands.

"What kind of work is right for Nyadia? Fish shop because you like fish? The mailman because he's got fast legs? Or would you rather have another, unexpected job?"

Rudos was narrowing his eyes as he stroked Nyadia's head. A child is a lump of possibility. I was able to move in any direction, and it also remained beyond my ambient expectations.

"Yeah, whatever you want. You can be anything. I'll back it up."

Gentle everywhere, Dean stroking Nyadia's head. Nyadia, wrapped in warm love, like a clump on that spring day...

You thought that tickled me off, and you just went somewhere.

"Well. Phew."

Rudos, left alone in the dean's office, still smiled and watched Nyadia leave. She was looking forward to seeing what that Black Cat Beast girl, the whimsical girl, would be now.

Well, the Nyadia who left...

With a clear face, he was walking around the harbour town.

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Walking on the fence as usual. Whether that was a Black Cat Beast fix or her hobby, Nyadia rarely walked on the ground.

I guess the city folks are used to seeing that too. Now there was no one to look out for, and Nyadia went along the harbor, just like a cat, suddenly.

"Ooh! Hold it that way!

"Wait a minute! I'll be right there!

"When will you be home next?

"Come on. It's all up to work."

Glittering, Spring Gran Belse Bay. There was a ship going around like every day, and a lot of people working around it.

The sailors carrying the luggage boxes. Fishermen going out into the ocean. Restaurant clerks who made them guests to the knights who maintain law and order at sea. Everyone here is working. And be a part of those who are. Nyadia looked out at the harbor and vaguely thought about that...

"Nah ~"

It was too vague and unrealistic (reality). Be a sailor yourself? Be a hunter yourself? Or can you bake fish in the street or even rub tomato soup in the kitchen of the store? I couldn't even imagine it, and it wasn't so pinned Nyadia.

In the first place, I don't even feel like I've become an elderly group. Are you okay with a sister like this? Are you okay with yourself like this? It seemed to float and Nyadia was feeling quite anxious right now.

"Nah..."

Voice without power. It disappeared into the sound and hustle of the waves, and it seemed like nobody would pick it up...

"Hmm? What are you doing here?

"Huh!"

Nyadia's ears stood pinned. Hurry and turn aside, one man stood beside her. It's Nobunaga Sayama, the young man in the shop. He was carrying a crate on his shoulder, mixed with a sailor and seemed to be loading the ship.

"Were you at dusk? Or were you just bawling?"

Without expecting a reply, Guitar said. Orc children don't speak well. Besides that, it's a silent, unresponsive Nyadia. She spoke up and rarely, and the two had never had a conversation-like conversation before.

Still, Nobita has spoken so small in a casual manner without the wind she cared about. I'm used to these kinds of kids. Your university was in an exquisite position, not too far from impossible.

"That's how I became an elderly group. Oh, my goodness."

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"Were you the only one this year? Do you want me to give you a souvenir?

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"Don't you like to be reclining? Well, let's go eat later."

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With frown reactions, ear movements, and tail swings, there was sufficient, willingness to communicate.

Somehow I understand you and Nyadia, who don't have to talk. It would seem odd and distorted from the side, but Nyadia didn't hate this relationship that much.

(And...)

The young man himself, Nyadia, is always concerned. You don't have to worry about that, it's also a lot to be an easy-going relationship...

(This guy could be my brother)

The thought has always been in my chest. My brother, who is supposed to be in this world, with the same dark hair as himself. Nyadia has always thought so, wondering if that might be Noble Sayama.

(You're being nice to me because you're my brother?

(Because you're my brother who cares?

(I want to know. I told Takahiro, "Are you my brother? 'I'd like to hear)

I had those thoughts in Nyadia...

(but frightened)

I'm afraid they'll say, "No, I'm not." I'm also scared to be told, "Yes, I am." It is best to remain in the same relationship as you are now, at a distance that is not attached or separated.

But you can't stay that way forever. While this thought swells, we can't keep it locked up forever. One day you have to open your own mouth and ask for your greatness. And that day wasn't far away, and I didn't think it was years away.

(Still)

Only now, of the children, I wanted to remain in this relationship.

So Nyadia, as usual, shook her pimples and ears - that's all that made sense to each other, Guitar said, recharging the crate, laughing brightly.

"All right. Well, just give me a minute."

Precious toward the ship. Nyadia waiting on the fence.

As Nyadia thought, the relationship between the two seemed to last just a little longer as it is now.

But...

"Ah, I'm home!

"Nyadia! Nyadia!

"A customer. Yikes!

Nyadia has finished a light meal with you and returned to the orphanage.

What she saw there was a rushing dean, the orphans waving, and a somewhat extravagant carriage.

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Did even the great people of the church come? Nyadia stopped for a long time, but even the Dean would call her.

"Nyadia! Nyadia! Uh, uh, now, your brother."

".................. Huh?

"Someone said it was your brother, you came to visit!

Moment after moment, Nyadia's body froze.

Your brother? Your own? Wasn't that about you? What's with that fancy carriage? Did your brother come on that one?

Question after question, which becomes a rope and binds Nyadia's heart. In the end, to her, who could no longer take a step forward - there were those who raised their voices and approached.

"Ahhh! Nadia!"

"Huh!"

"Finally! I was looking for you!

A brunette young man jumping off a carriage and rushing over.

The young man, as if he were a nobleman, has embraced Nyadia for a long time, keeping the momentum intact.

"Finally found... my sister..."

"Yes, I did?

"Oh. You're my sister."

"Then... you..."

Mine, brother?

Words you couldn't say. Words I couldn't hear even if I wanted to.

To the words that came out with his mouth accidentally, the youth nodded in tears,

"Oh. I'm your brother. It's Sarris from the Viscount Thior."

That's what I said, and I smiled frankly.