The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The maid with the royal palace is early in the morning.

While hearing the cheerful chicken chirp in the cramped and clean dorm room, Elma woke up from her bed naked.

It's still a time when Asahi won't shoot.

If you're unfamiliar with it, getting off the bed is a bit of a hassle, but she's supposed to be doing her first job today, dressing up lightly.

Wear a clean apron, long black socks, and polished leather shoes with arms through tailored tailoring.

The darker you cover your shoulders, the more you put them together in a dumpling, the better you wear a headdress called a brim.

Peeking into the small mirror that was supplied, Elma leaned her neck for a while, but eventually took out a prop set from the only cloth bag she had brought into the castle.

I carefully painted and painted it on my face and even wore thick-bottomed glasses before staring at the mirror again.

There was a reflection of an ordinary girl who was neither beautiful nor undesirable.

The skin is suitable for the age of fifteen and smooth, but it is scarce in redness and looks dull.

The eyes are pulled by the presence of glasses, it is difficult to tell what color it is, and the thin lips are not bloody and slightly negative.

Although there is a sense of cleanliness when it comes to clothing, I have a strong impression that the size doesn't suit me or that it is somewhere wild and the whole thing is impossible to understand.

However, she stared seriously at herself without hesitation.

"Okay."

I nodded to my satisfaction.

Only that voice is so beautiful as to be calm.

She then glanced out the window without difficulty as she cleared the bunk.

The top floor of the four-storey dormitory.

Only the Royal Palace, which gathers the best architectural skills of the Kingdom of Rouden, is allowed to use high-rise architecture even in the maids' dormitories.

As a civilian, the view from an unfamiliar height was the admiration and pride of the daughters who wanted the royal palace, but until yesterday she was supposed to be at the lowest level of the people (...), and she only turned a cold gaze as she was tired of.

"I go up and down every day....."

Rather, the murmur contains only annoying or simply boring sounds.

When she looked at the ground like a dead fish in the back of her glasses, she blurred "I want to go home..." for a while, but she finally sighed as if she had given up and left the window.

And when I tried to leave the dorm room, the wooden door opened before Elma put her hands on it.

When I raise my face silently, the shadow comes all the way.

The same person who wore the maid's clothes as Elma said at the very beginning of the opening:

"Oh, my God! It's a shameful black rat."

Blonde hair tied neatly, young grass eyes that are easy to fish for. Quite a beautiful girl.

Is the age exactly the same as Elma or about a year older?

Calmly examine the situation and conclude that it appears to be senpai.

The black mouse was then thought to be a black-haired poverty-stricken elma, but since the possibility of the mouse as a physical fact could not be denied, I ran my gaze to the floor as a precaution.

The opponent raised one eyebrow in a mockery.

"Oh, you're unconscious? It's about you, Elma, without a last name. To tell you the truth, how much of a maid's wife, Countess Graz, looked after you yourself, just Elma. A maid with a royal palace doesn't even have a last name."

Laughing like a cat, she put her hand on her hips and named herself.

"My name is Irene. Daughter of the Baron Neumann. I'm here to greet you as the new maid and tell you what you're doing today, as the manager (Steer Master) who keeps the fourth floor of the east wing of the maid's dorm."

Ha.

The dormitory consists of the west wing, where elderly people, including married and widowed people, live, and the east wing, where unmarried children under the age of 18 live, with representatives on each of the four floors.

Irene was said to be the representative of the fourth floor of the east wing, or the head of the floor.

As a baroness, she seems to hold real power there, Irene's words and deeds are high-speed, and her intention to snore the newcomers appears in the front.

However, since the seepage of guts that beat into the dorm room early in the morning was somewhat clear, Elma nodded in a shrewd manner without retaliation.

But they didn't like Irene.

She raised and lowered her long eyelashes and looked at Elma's whole body, and her nose snapped.

"People who don't love each other. Your face and expression are plain. Speaking of maids with royal palaces, it is the most difficult position for bride training, but if there are people like you, our overall sense of level will drop."

Ha.

Well, that's fine. That's why we have to train you. You know what? You're going to do your assigned work from today, as I say. "

Ha.

Irene threw a piece of paper at Elma's opponent, who had only said "yes" earlier, as if she had cut out her numbness.

"Look, black rat. This is what you do today."

On the fine paper, which seems to be a supplied item, letters are written so that little margin remains.

Elma stared seriously at it and Irene pulled her lips up.

"Can you read? I'll read it to you only once. I won't say it again, so remember it once. First, go to the chicken coop before the six bells ring."

Irene reads out an enormous amount of work quickly.

If you don't have a last name, that is, you won't be able to read, it's definitely the amount of information that makes you scream.

Moreover, the contents were too harsh for newcomers who did not know where in the royal palace, such as handing over eggs, inserting them into the stables, cleaning the eastern garden, delivering letters to the Knights, and even preparing tea for the queen.

"After dinner in the dining room on the edge of the kitchen, we'll clean the cathedral, organize the books we return to the library, and..."

"Um..."

"By the way, it's strictly forbidden to be late for any job. Up to three meals will be skipped, but your reputation will be lost all at once. Now, after the library..."

"Um..."

"What, you're so loud. This isn't bullying, is it? Whether you are being looked after by Mrs. Graz or a woman who will speak directly to His Royal Highness Prince Lucas, we of meritocracy will not do anything about it. It's not about pressuring work, it's just a normal amount of work, right?

It's obviously a lie.

Elma frowned faintly.

"... is it normal for a newcomer to prepare the tea of former Princess Juliana?

Juliana is the woman who served former King Werner as concubine until last month.

With Werner's collapse, he left the rear palace - a collapse that was also an opportunity for Elma to be here - but he lives in hiding in a cathedral inside the royal palace.

Though she's not the queen right now, she's too noble to let a rookie prepare tea.

As Elma tilted her neck, Irene was able to swim her gaze easily.

"... well, that may be a little unusual, but what wonder does the maid have about drinking tea? The maid brews tea and leans against her master's heart. This is obvious. Isn't that right?"

"... obviously"

"Yeah, yeah, that's right. Basically, since you haven't decided on the master to serve yet, it's only natural that you should be (...) uncomfortable... no, it's only natural that you should hit the noble one. Whether the opponent is noble or lowly, I will do so solemnly if I am commanded to brew tea. That's what a maid should look like, no, of course, just normal."

"... normal"

Irene's words were nothing but misery, but Elma raised her face and then nodded quietly.

"I understand."

"Well, if I were to be honest with you, I'd be sorry to offer you tea, but...?

Irene, who was bound to repeat the words, replied briefly.

But Elma just repeated it lightly.

"I understand."

"Ho... are you serious...?

"Yeah, if that's normal."

"Normal... Yeah, that's right. Yeah, it's pretty normal."

Irene told herself in her heart, even though she was pointing at her intentions.

That said, it is perfectly normal for a maid to brew tea, or for a newcomer to obey senpai's life. It's only natural.

However, the unusually high level of tea required by former Princess Juliana, the fact that many maids have been fired so far because they don't like how tea is brewed, and the fact that many tasks to be done by then are unusual in the first place may be a bit of a noteworthy matter, but it is not so unusual.

As she forgives herself with her own broken logic, an expressionless newcomer slips through her side.

"Well, where are you going!?

"I don't seem to have much time, so I thought I'd get started. As a precaution, if the work that was written can be done perfectly, can we do it in a slightly different order?

"Ha... without a note, you're going to slap your mouth a lot"

"Oh, I remember everything, so please throw away your memo. or reuse it as backing paper."

Irene was stunned.

"-What?"

But Elma nodded with her face in the hallway where the new sun began to fall.

"The air is clear in the morning. ― ― Is this the taste of shaba air?

"----what?"

Irene looked like a pigeon with a bean gun.