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

A raucous spring. Warm sunshine. Cheerful voices go hand in hand, and the Wang Capital was still showing a great deal of buzz today.

Over the past few years, the inexplicable case has continued, but it is the urban stream that separates it from "it, this is this". In the beginning season of spring, everyone floats and everyone walks early enough because of it.

In such an April Grand Feria, in a boulevard full of people, what is your university doing...

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Proceed with the clutter with a light foothold. Walk down the boulevard trying to sew people's waves.

What he's staring at is a single carriage. Black box-shaped carriage (coupe) with the Viscount's crest, capture it in sight and your grandeur proceeds.

The aim, of course, is Salis de Tior. That dark-haired prince, a good young man like the one painted on the picture, is secretly observed by Noble Daughter. Already three days after receiving the request, Guitar had even grabbed his plans.

(I'm going to see Nyadia first. At noon, return to Wang Gui District to attend a luncheon. I will be on official business in Royal Castle in the afternoon and will I be attending this party again at night)

It was a typical aristocratic life. There's nothing suspicious about it there, and the evening party is a get-together in the social arena.

(I'm under the impression you're doing it without it.)

I find that suspicious.

(I can't believe you're an adult nobleman... Look, you're like Michelotti, right?

It brings back memories of the past in the back of your brain. M pig thing michelotti was doing as much as evil as he could with power on his casket. I can't forget that pig-like ringing, greasy skin even if I want to. remembering that feeling, and with a slight look on his face, Noble Daisy

"Oops."

Align with the movement under investigation and turn the corner of the street to the right. The more I caught up with that alone, the more difficult it seemed to be to get around a bit.

In the first place, the Lower District is not the place for nobility to come. If it's a main street that leads through the main entrance, these residential streets are not yet suitable for carriage traffic. Swallow by the overflowing crowd, Sarris' carriage is moving on at a stop, and moving on repeatedly at a stop.

The walls of the carriage were full of children's bills and muddy dirt. He stares at it like he is in trouble, but he is re-gripping the horse's reins if there is nothing to be done.

Slow progress, I couldn't smell the danger there...

"Ah!?

Suddenly, an old man fell into the carriage door!

It must have been quite a shock. The glass broke and the street became temporarily noisy.

(Not good......!

There's been a really bad accident. The act of damaging the aristocratic carriage, because it is a historic crime in this country. Coincidental or deliberate, that doesn't pose much of a problem there. The important thing is that the glass broke, and more importantly, it was the common people in the lower districts who did it.

"Oh, you......!!

Your anger is dyeing your face too red. In contrast, the faces of the old man, the people around him and the people in the lower town are bright blue.

'This accident happened because you guys couldn't get in here!

If it had been between the lower districts, they could have said so and fought. But the opponent is a righteous aristocrat. It wasn't a very palatable person who didn't even have a family name.

"Oh, oh...!?

One nobleman emerges from the carriage in the backlight. The expression can't even be overshadowed. The old man has his butt on the street and is just shivering with dismay.

There was a blunt silver wand shining on Sarris' hips. The wand used by the wizard, it is also a substitute for a first-class product like that used by the nobles. The wand of creating a flame, emitting lightning, and turning any demon into an extinguishing charcoal. That's rocking in front of the poor old man, in front of the people in the lower town.

(This is...)

I couldn't even think of a solution for you. It's about nobility, even if you can't help it, you'll find out about the "sinful old man" for Fumiko. It's a total waste of money. This is a matter of decency, and we are not talking about what happens if we pile up gold coins.

I mean, I'm stuck, and I can't help whoever it is. In front of the lost greatness, Sarris' right hand was stretched out toward the old man...

The moment the old man and the humans around him squeezed their eyes.

In the streets of the lower districts - the gentle voice sounded soft.

"Are you all right, Grandpa"

"Heh!? Oh, what!?

"I'm sorry. As I thought the other day, you still can't travel by carriage."

"Oh, oh, uhh...!?

"Never mind the broken windows. At this level, you can fix it magically quickly."

"Uh, uh..."

"Just in case, I'll put restorative magic on your grandfather, too. Well, be careful."

With that said, Sarris went back into the carriage. The Viscount carriage progresses so as to trigger a wave of people as the surrounding humans flaunt.

All that's left is the old man with his butt on, and the people who stand up. What the hell did they see? Apologizing aristocrats? Gentle aristocrats? Are you saying that the existence that only comes out of the story was now before them?

Even your greatness flashed, and he kept staring at the departure of the carriage. He's a good man, I heard he was a personable man, but I didn't know it was that much.

"... ah!?

After a while he returned to his sanity and your daughters rushed after Sarris.

We have to make sure. Tell me if the sight is true now. After a while, that's all false, and I can think of things like acting for popularity, or appealing to the crowd.

Old nobles say even saints deceive. Maybe Sarris was in the area, and he deceived the old men by his act - and you thought so.

"Are you hungry? Then I'll share my snacks with you."

"What if you got lost? Can I show you to the street, if you like?

"Oh? You're nostalgic, aren't you? Where are you from?

(Son of a bitch, you're a perfect nobleman!!!!

Looking at the eating children, Sarris gave the cookies to their children. When she saw the lady wandering around with a troubled face, Sarris smiled and guided her through this. And if you sit on the bench of the royal palace, a pure white bird will fly from nowhere...

(What!?

Guitar couldn't believe what he saw.

Is there such a human being in the world? The word "princess" suits you well, and the word "good man" suits you better than that. Sarris acted as an impeccably "good person" in the lower, intermediate, advanced, and Wang Gui districts, all of them.

(Guh......! I feel like a dirty person......!

What have I done to doubt people's good intentions?

There can't be such a person. No nobleman takes the children of a whore. It took me so long to decide to turn this story down as "suspicious."

It's going to be purified by the light of Sarris. But he endured it and continued his investigation and pursuit.

"So he was a good man..."

"Oh, are you a good man"

A few days later, Guitar was visiting Bright Orphanage again.

Report the results with the materials. In a small dean's office, he informs Sister Rudos of his findings about Sarris.

"Something like this, an unparalleled good man... who has no aversion to ordinary people or beasts..."

"Yeah, yeah, sounds like it. When I saw you a few times, I thought so too."

"It's hard to believe, but there's nothing behind it, is there? I've had the aristocrats I know look into it, but the people admire it, and it seems like the compliments of my servants..."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes... I feel sorry for doubting something..."

"Good luck......"

I relaxed with self-loathing and my cheeks got a little spilled, noble. While brewing tea from his bare hands like that, Sister Rudos returns "but" with a raunchy grin.

"But good for you. I'm really relieved. If you think you've found Nyadia's flesh and blood, I can't believe it was your kind."

It was a story I never thought I would, but I was lucky enough not to have had any more if I opened the lid.

"Especially since Nyadia's been having a hard time... I want her to be happy until it's written off"

"... right"

After a little thought, you laughed and nodded, too.

What are hard feelings? What is Nyadia's past? That's the kind of thing you don't have to ask in this room right now. From now on that girl can live happily ever after. My sweet brother protects me and allows me to live a life of freedom.

You shouldn't bring in a dark past or anything like that there. It was because I thought so that your university heard nothing more, and neither did Rudos or say anything more.

"Well, is that the end of the job?"

"Ah, yes. Right. Thank you."

"Anytime you need anything else, please say it"

"I'll take care of you then. Thank you so much this time."

Where Rudos bowed his head deeply, this story opened.

All you have to do is ask her about Nyadia's fate. I felt like I was just a little rusty, but you broke that thought off, and I thought I'd smile and drop you off when I broke up.

"Oh, my God!

"... hmm?

"Wow! Letters! I got your letter!"

"Whew!?

The moment I tried to leave the room, it became a bowl of walnuts there.

Precious man hitting her big body. Seeing that, the walnut of the day probably started waving its tail.

"Ah, it's Takahiro! Takahiro, Takahiro! Were you here for us?

"Were you talking to your grandmother? Are you going home now?

"Take a nap with me ~. Wow! Wow! Ugh! Ugh!"

In an unexpected encounter, the walnut tension had climbed to its climax at once.

It's a pebble to hold you back. Sweetly bitten to the neck and ears, Guitar will not stop trying to escape the custody of the walnut. But Wonko did not forgive it, and tried to pepper it until he chased after it,

"Ko ~ ra. Don't bother Mr. Takahiro."

"Ahhh."

The trusty Dean had grabbed the root of it.

"Not at all, no more. You'll always be a big kid."

"I'm sorry."

"Look, you got the letter, didn't you? Where is that?

"Ah! This!

"Yes, thank you...... oh?

"What is it, Mr. Rudos?"

"This is from Mr. Sarris. I wonder what's wrong?

Ludos, leaning his neck, removes the wax with his thin fingers.

And I look through the letter that was inside - hands on my cheeks like I'm having a little trouble.

"Well......"

"Huh? Something not good?

"Yes, no. The content itself is an invitation to dinner."

"Yes."

"There was a slight problem at the place called Parent Accompaniment..."

"Problem?"

"This night, it's not at my convenience. There's a big church in the city that discusses future policies, activities, and more."

"Uh... is that it? of the case made by that Pope."

"Yes... it's like the aftermath..."

Shy, Sister Rudos lay down his face.

Crusaders case by that anachronistic pope. At that time, many priests had endured being spiritual soldiers of the Church under mind control. Fortunately, the case ended quickly, but the aftermath was significant and confidence in the Church had been greatly undermined, he said.

The clergy needed more service and dedication than ever before. It is time to work hard to return the stigma, and this meeting is also an indispensable rally for Rudos.

Even for important Nyadia, you can't be absent from this. But she can't even move her aristocratic plans, she's in a mood like an octagonal blockage,

"Oh, yeah!

"Huh?"

"Oh, you know? Mr. Takahiro? It's a very unpleasant story..."

"Yep... yes"

"On my behalf, could you please come out to this dinner party? Mr. Takahiro would be good friends with Nyadia, and he's the perfect guardian..."

"Oh, really?

"That's right! Oh, oh, no! I hope it's convenient."

Please, can't you go to the Viscount's dinner party?

It was another request. No, should I even say extended battle? As guardian of Nyadia, Noble University is asked to go to an aristocratic dinner party.

Honestly, I hated those tough places. For a liberal greatness, a situation of manners or manners, or goose crossing, is not suitable for sex.

(But)

This is also for Nyadia.

I hear that there are aspects that you can actually see by looking at each other and exchanging words. To explore something like that, after a while of patrolling,

"Okay. I'll be there."

That's what I said and shook my head vertically.

(Well, I guess that good man aristocrat has no problem)

Nyadia should feel safer if she goes. That's what I thought, Guitar called out the window.

"Is that all right with you, too?

"…………………………………………………!!

Moment after moment, my hidden ear pulled in. Footsteps called patapata that keep you away at the same time.

I guess she still cared, too. I was eavesdropping on Nyadia, but you also thought she was cute.

(You want me to be happy)

That's why I did my research and tracking. For God's sake, he prayed to the sky so that the dinner party could come to an end.