The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

After finishing the night shift, which came only once every two weeks, and finally freed from duty before noon, Elma proceeded with her preparations as lightly as possible, lying on her bedside.

Remove the brim and apron and remove the hair that had been wrapped in dumplings.

Take off your maid's clothes and change into bedtime clothes while scratching your thin fingers as glossy black hair drifts off your shoulders.

She also took off her shoes and went up to the bed. She finally took off her glasses with her lower body bent over a thin duvet, but when she raised her face, she quickly put on her glasses again.

At that moment,

Elmer!

The dormitory door opened without knocking, and Irene, a blonde colleague, showed her face.

When she looked innocently at Elma with her green eyes like a cat and understood that she was still wearing glasses, Irene made a slight leak of her tongue.

"... you were ten seconds early... I thought I'd take off my glasses before I went to bed."

"When I hear footsteps like that, I can put my glasses back on even when I'm asleep."

"I've killed my best footsteps!

Irene tenderly inflates her cheeks.

On her first day, she fully admired Elma, a dog who was loyal to her boss and acknowledged her opponent, but since then, she has been sticking together.

Especially in the last few days, it seems like she's getting excited to see Elma's face.

"We are... friends, right?! I can't hide my face from my friends."

"It is forbidden by the maid in chief."

Elma replied indifferently to Irene, who was embarrassed by the words of her friend, but struggled to eat them.

Yes, on her first day, after drinking tea with former Queen Juliana, Vicomte Graz Gerda called her to a separate room and told her to do so in a pleasant manner.

In other words, ordinary households don't teach you to read people's expressions in detail.

It is the virtue of a maid to extrapolate her husband's heart, but instead of feeling, she senses her thoughts and makes her surroundings frightened by doing something that she can easily explain.

It's not "normal."

While listening to Gerda's sermon, Elma remembered one of her daily moments in prison.

- All right, Elma. My little girl.

Now you play the role of a "mother who is tired of life, doubts her husband's affair, but smiles at her children."

The cheek muscles are sharper, the eyelids occasionally convulse slightly, and the smile is left and right asymmetrical.

Aware of that, yes, let's try again.

- Yes, I want to, but congratulations.

Morgan, once [laziness] 's father, used to be patient with his whole young self and to give him polite acting instruction, but the world's father said he wouldn't do that.

Or is it "unusual" to have more than one father? Scale from the eyes is about this.

Elma was proud to be quite a nerve and common sense owner in that prison, but as my mother said, Shaba has rules. It seems better to think of common sense in prison as the insanity of the world.

For one thing, Elma wanted to fully believe what Gerda said, which was trusted both professionally and humanly.

During the sermon, Gerda noticed that she couldn't see the other person's face and ordered Elma to take off her glasses.

It was Elma who solemnly obeyed, but the maid chief kept silent for about five minutes, then turned bright red and said, "Ah... please put on your glasses. I ordered you to dress up again, saying," You should not show that face to anyone... no, the same sex, anyway. "

Since there was no reason to disobey, it was up to Elma to follow his life from now on.

"Because I can't accommodate you anymore. Well, I saw an unusual drop in my hair today, so I'll give you a break. Beautiful hair. How do you take care of it?

"We are formulating honey-based treatments. If you're interested, I'll give you a recipe later."

"Well, I definitely want it!

Irene can't wait to get up on the bed and scratch her hair or smell it.

By the way, I don't think you're going to put Elma to bed.

"Um, I'm off duty today, so I'd like to sleep for about eight hours, if possible."

"No, I can't."

When it went bad, Irene rejected it with a smile.

"I'm going to lunch. Why don't you come and eat with me? I sleep only after I'm full."

An attractive smile that a young man could easily fall off.

But Elma had no intention of doing so, so rather, she raised the duvet openly.

"... that's how you're going to let me cook again. I'm not going to do that."

"Oh, my God, they found out."

The little devil slapped out his tongue. This makes her a pretty powerful strategist.

Apparently, she fell in love with Elma's culinary skills at the tea ceremony, and once she realized that if she flicked the word "normal", there was a high probability that Elma would follow, she would be pushed to cook something.

If you read the facial expression, you'll be able to tell if it's a lie, but "I want to eat your cooking! It always seemed like she was sincere to beg, so that's why Elma, a very nice person, was always put in that mouthpiece.

"--But it seemed too much to show off the bear demolition show or build a reflector in the backyard to cast a giant pot. You were scolded by the maid in chief. It's Irene."

"... honestly, it's beyond my imagination."

Elma, who cannot distinguish between common sense and insanity, and has excessive skills, does something that "inadvertently" shocks cultural standards and values.

I remembered the disturbances of the time and the appearance of Lucas and the maid in charge who was running to the fire every time, and Irene was only a little distant.

But there it is.

Known for her quick switching, she takes Elma's hand unpunished and begs her.

"Hey, please. I want refreshing sweets or vegetables, or crunchy meat or fish. I mean, whatever. Anything is fine, I want to eat your food."

"You're honest with yourself...."

Keep your eyebrows up, but don't shake off your arms.

The interaction with Irene, who jumped in here with all his might, was incredibly pleasant.

Maybe this is Shaba's friendship.

If so, she is a friend number one, and respecting her will as much as possible would be the right way of making shabby friends.

How about a sorbet if you can fulfill her request?

When it came to the reflector, he was scolded for building huge equipment on public land by individuals, but it wouldn't be a problem to freeze it with small amounts of salt and ice.

However, the sugar from the royal palace is slightly of poor quality to make you feel still frozen and sweet, so let's sneak up and refine the sugar.

Yes, if you like vegetables, you might want to grow genetically modified vegetables.

Elma herself thought that tomatoes as sweet as fruit were masterpieces and sneaked seedlings into the castle. I'll feed you that.

Gardening for confectionery making.

This is within the hobby of a "normal girl." No problem.

Elma calmly unfolded her crazy thoughts and finally nodded.

By the way, summer ice is a precious commodity, and sugar refinement and tomato sugar content, as well as those found in the Royal Palace, are of the highest quality in the continent today.

Running her "hobby" was bound to bring the history of Luden's confectionery and agriculture to life.

"I see. Bye-bye."

But the moment she stepped back into the realm of legends,

Elma, are you there?

The door of the dorm room opened again with a hasty knock.

What a surprise the master of the lacking manners was the maid chief, Gerda.

She glanced at Elma with an unusual and impatient expression on her gentle face.

"I'm sorry about the off-duty day. It's a bit of a nuisance waiting in front of the maid's dorm."