"The Free Life of a Country Home Center Man" Old Title ▼ Welcome to the Fantasy World (AL STATIER) ~ The Country Home Center Man can do anything and serve one person

My name is Cook Colstein. I was born into a family of knights from three generations ago. I have been raised as much as possible as a knight since I was born. Last year, he also made a smooth promotion and was 21 years old to take up the position of squad leader. It was usually only a matter of time passed, although the captain was only famous and had a troublesome job with some allowances.

But now I have a headache... my stomach is tingling... the cause is right in front of me, it's all Massal's fault.

A few days ago, suddenly a group of goblins appeared and an order for crusade was issued. The number is about 10, which is supposed to bring more people together to safely control them, but this time the Knights battalion has paid off with information that there are orcs, so it's turning to our platoon.

Our platoon is a little odd to say so ourselves, but surprisingly sharp.

Young, but spear technology has something to keep an eye on. Havok, if you let him use a shield, he'll hit you with a shield while attacking you with skillful moves. Jami, a skilled Eldam who is a little older in the Knights but whose skill is good for action and depends on him, a guy who has a little light mouth but is good at using his handsome legs and good at scouting and reconnaissance arbitrary, a gentle, axed buggy with a very bad mouth but true light, and my cook from a captain who sounds good but isn't particularly good at it when it comes to the all-purpose.

If you want to move on a platoon scale, you're one of the best known platoons in the coastal city of Portualim.... They say you have too much personality or lack coordination, but I want to leave it there.

But things got weird after I heard about the settlement where the villagers were fleeing and evacuating from the Goblin herd, what a bunch of Goblins there were more than 15, and I went to see how this was going without the wasteful power that Eldam had to put in place a good measure and wipe out little by little when, alarmingly, there was tension running on his body not to look at the painful eyes.

What I saw there was another unusually early shadow chasing two small figures. It was civilians chasing them in goblins when they ran their horses wondering if the child was being attacked. To one goblin. He seemed to chase me quickly, Eldam, and Guy unleashed an arrow on the other goblin who had taken the bow and left it.

But it seems to have been a miscalculation, slaughtered and killed while chasing another goblin, and he rushes to the flying goblin of the arrow without slowing down. One man who panicked but didn't have time to speak and the arrow reached the goblin and stopped his leg. Buggy, who raises his name to a slightly troubled gap about what to say: "This is the Coastal Knights of the Kingdom of Greitas! Hey, you there! Who are you!" This one just made a scene, but he was... you see, angry at the name I would name from above.

When I manage to introduce myself, I wonder if I'm just a civilian. The tone of speaking is sometimes sharp and sometimes polite and I can see that I am properly educated. A decent education can only be about royalty, nobility, some rich, big merchants dealing with such an upper class. Goblin's body was lying in rows like the road he had passed as he entered the fishing village wondering if this had hit a nasty opponent. When I looked at him with amazement, I thought he had barely even bathed in blood… but the surprise was not over yet. Even Goblin's body on the big pig, also known as the Wall Break, is there? As if to ignore our surprise, he gives one proper instruction after another and cleans up the scene. I carried even a goblin, listening to his instructions. And the whole roasted lizard I had for dinner was delicious.

His attitude suddenly got harsher when he left the fishing village to reach the settlement, and at first I wondered if he was outraged by the villagers reluctant to pay, but what an aim it seemed to be to liberate the slaves of the beasts. I realized that I had to change something when I was told that we humans had done terrible things against the despicable invaders and the innocent beasts.

As he drove home with his horse to the city to help free his slaves, he looked drunk and blue in the wagon shake and spit out his stomach. Feeling smiling at the way he looked normal, he jumped off the carriage and ran out to see what he thought. At first, I tried to laugh, but his face just sticks to how he's not looking butterfly after all.

Problems arise when even bandits appear, blocking us. The bandit is happily knocked down by him and interrogated in an instant… a sight he doesn't know which is the chase. My ordeal was still going on, and my stomach aches stained my body with headaches.

... I don't want to argue with him, that's definitely one reason why I've admitted that what he's saying is right.

But above all, I'm afraid. his overwhelming physical abilities and thoughts.

I know he can't compare himself to me, who has only been educated in combat, but I'm sure he even thinks about what's ahead of us.

I keep thinking what's different about this world he feels will change… maybe I just want to see it.