5
When you look at yourself in the mirror, it feels different than when you look at someone else.
That's natural.
The person in the mirror immediately copies the slightest behavior of the person in the mirror, because there is always a deviation between the person who thinks he is going to be like this from within and the person he sees in the eyes of others, and then he has to convince himself that this is him.
Norma was savoring a strange feeling that resembled that strange feeling.
(Jesus Christ)
(This is me)
If you look closely, it doesn't mean your face looks so similar.
Princess Jerez's skin is glossy and shiny, and every corner of her face is polished. It's like a cherished piece of art. Perhaps the whole body hidden in armor is.
My skin is not adequately maintained. Rough hair. Tight eyes, slightly squared jaws. Compared to those things, Princess Jerez in front of her is unique to a heavenly woman. I have been rushed by the Wazlov family samurai over the past few days, but the real noble princess is still different.
But still, something is similar.
The princess in front of me and myself look just like I did in the mirror. The height is almost the same, but there is a so-called hard similarity, apart from such an outward resemblance.
Perhaps the shape of the soul is similar.
This princess and herself are twofold in areas that go beyond superficial things like skin care, making, and wearing clothes that fit together.
A long time later, they stood still.
"You surprise me. I've never felt this way about my real brothers or sisters. You must be my cousin. No, they're sisters."
Ugh Princess Jerez walked over to Norma and hugged her very naturally.
Norma also turned her hand to Princess Jerez's back.
It seemed natural and natural to behave that way.
Princess Jerez, putting her armor together, softly embraced Norma. That was a comforting, reassuring embrace.
(Surprised)
(Doesn't smell)
Norma is sensitive to smells. That's because as a practitioner I've trained my sense of smell as a pharmacist, but before that, Norma had a sharp sense of smell. Particularly sensitive to a person's body odor.
The norm is that Princess Jerez doesn't smell a body odor. No, the scent of perfume is fragrant. But I can't feel the body odor emitted by the person who should be behind it.
Perhaps Princess Jerez's body odor is so similar to that of Norma that Norma herself doesn't know the difference. Is that what it is?
Fumi Norma thought of Lecan.
(Recan has an unusually sensitive sense of smell)
(If that guy met Princess Jerez)
(Did you feel similar to the smell of my body, etc.)
Then they sat back on the bench and discussed it.
We discussed to each other what home we were born in and what life we have lived in.
Norma was also somewhat knowledgeable about the Rheinzatz family and Princess Jerez from Fujisl, so he was not so surprised by the content of the story itself, but greatly surprised by Princess Jerez's talk about it.
(What an expressively pleasant woman to talk to)
Of course, she is a well-groomed aristocratic woman and doesn't change her expression as visibly as Eda does. But in a calm face, joy, sadness and curiosity are firmly manifested.
(This guy's had a really lively life, hasn't he?)
What a miracle it is that I was born with a daughter of a noble nobleman and grew up able to speak so sincerely of my dreams and gratitude. I wonder how much asylum you've been able to grow to this age without withering your sensitivities.
Perhaps Princess Jerez's parents are, perhaps, people with free hearts.
(I'd like to see you, to Aunt Lilia)
Lilia is the sister of her late father, Thursday Free, and the sibling of her half-brother. You must know about sars-free on a young day. And this lack of isolation from Jerez's norm also seems to be an indication that Princess Lilia has no bad feelings for Norma.
Jerez listened with great interest to Norma's life.
"Really? Uncle Thursfree, both Above and Norma truly praised the path of therapy and medicine. It's great. Of course I hear about the medicine Saint. I didn't know Norma, the therapist who saved the life of the pill Saint, was my cousin."
"Ha. That's not my power, Jerez. It's Edda's Purifying Power and her Unbottomed Magic Power."
"That's it! Actually, I know Lord Eda. Instead of getting to know each other, he's the one who tried to explore the labyrinth at the same party."
"I know, Jerez. That you're part of Willard."
"Right. Is that how Lord Eda says it to me? He said I was part of Willard."
"There he is."
"What?"
Jerez looked in the direction Norma turned. There are two figures in the shade.
"Eda? Is that Lord Eda there?
One of them rushed over to Azuma.
"Long time no see, Mr. Jerez"
"Eda!"
Jerez rushed over to Eda early in the electrolithic fire and hugged her.
Edda, embraced, is laughing happily.
This cousin, my lord.
(You have a heart temperature that warms people's hearts)
Norma was smug that she was properly fortunate to be involved in interactions between the big aristocrats, to herself placed in an invisible state, and that one of the parties was Jerez.