The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Fufu. I got the castle."

"Don't stick to Luke today."

"After all, Gilbert. If this is real, don't you think it would feel better to drop the castle than to shoot down the king?

A room in Walzer Prison in the evening.

Two men and women - Gilbert and Hydemarie - were still interested in chess today in a living room of unparalleled luxury in the imperial castle of a great power.

The way Heidemary pieces are struck is confusing.

Sometimes you mow your infantry (pawn) like a mad warrior, and sometimes you're paranoid about the other priest (bishop).

But in any case, his skill is impressive as he eventually triumphs.

Hydemarie dropped a kiss on Luke's stolen token and smiled at Gilbert across the street.

"Hey, is she going to be in control of the royal castle now?

"... I thought we didn't send in a mole or an assassin, we just nested our daughter."

"No, it's an expression, isn't it? For example, if there was a cook who grabbed the stomach in the castle, he could say," I have the castle. "

Hydemarie is a bit stubborn, but at the same time beautiful, it's as charming as a girl.

Gilbert, who was reluctant to fight back, shrugged his shoulders slightly and looked at the board in search of the next hand.

and there,

We're coming in.

Knock was there, and the big man stepped into the living room.

On the long, musculoskeletal body, there is a vicious face that seems to faint if you are weak with a single glance.

His name was Isaac, wearing an unworthy white apron.

He was once defeated by a thousand troops alone, but feared by his own army for being too brutal - and a mad warrior (Berserk) who banished his country in the name of killing the Holy Beast in the no-go zone.

"I don't understand the motivation because Elma isn't here. That's all we have for dinner today. Eat."

Known as the country of gastronomy, he is from Montaigne and does not speak fluently the official language of the Walzer prison, Lutheran.

And since Elma, who replaced her daughter, was carefully taught the Montaigne language and didn't have trouble speaking to her partner, it seems that even after fifteen years, she didn't show any improvement.

Hearing characteristic chopping words, Hydemaries raised their eyebrows slightly.

"... are you baking Kraken again?

"... at the very least, I rounded it up with wheat and fried it, for Kraken dumplings..."

"Summer flavor. Enjoy yourself."

Isaac has no island to attach to.

As soon as I served the statuette grill, I sat down on a sofa that seemed boring.

"That's why the miso, the oriental seasoning, was almost finished. I was talking to Elma about a full course of dragons on summer solstice."

He served as a substitute cook in this prison, but if there was a man who cherished the flavors of the four seasons and the epiphany menu behind his appearance - his "beloved daughter".

"Hey, did you hunt the dragon again? Please don't. No matter how much we eat in prison, there's plenty. I'm sorry I keep eating the same dragon meat all day."

A dragon depicted as covering the sky is huge and worth eating anyway.

Incidentally, Isaac's arms were certain and he knew that the dragon tasted like fine chicken in his hands, so the fact that the dragon went to the table itself was not unusual as a high demerit.

"Hmm. If you eat it, I'll clean it up in a day."

"... that's right."

With a stomach close to his infinity, he named it [bulimia], but showing its magnificence is likely to cause heartburn.

While he was hammering with his subtle expression, Isaac groaned and snorted.

"Oh, it's boring. In general, the residents here lack respect for food. It was a food, no honor to the creature, no challenge to the unknown taste, eating all that came out, complaining."

Born with a powerful stomach, Isaac was greedy to eat, and soon after he was struck by famine and planted with a strong sense of hunger.

When you see a tree nut, you eat first, you also eat weeds, and when you see a creature, you eat first.

While hunting, I noticed the strange taste of things called beasts and monsters, and since then, I've been a prisoner of them, polishing my martial arts all the time.

It was as a result of that that he became praised as a thousand warriors on one horse.

"Isaac, it's you. With his appetite and curiosity, he slaughtered the Holy Beast in the Forbidden Areas, depriving him of the name of a warrior and leading him to prison. You don't punish people."

"... I was careful not to eradicate the seeds. It is strange that if you hunt a Magic Beast, you will be honored, but if you hunt a Holy Beast, you will be blamed. If I could have known that flavour to the whole territory, I would have been honored as a" holy foodie. "

A man who dreams of the Holy Eater while tearing the heart of the Holy Beast, Demon Beast, and Monster.

That's Isaac's identity.

It is not common to forgive his hunger or interest in food.

You can hunt and cook by yourself, but that will make you feel less surprised and hungry while you shake the frying pan.

Sometimes Elma hunts ingredients that Master Isaac doesn't even know, and cooks ahead of his hunger, which is why it was irreplaceable for him.

Isaac sighed and blurred in her mother tongue.

A one-shot special combat technique, mass cooking technology that creates hundreds of people at once. There's no such thing as Elma.... What am I supposed to do if I wake up hungry and cannibalism like this? "

It is a slender tone and an outrageous remark.

Hydemarie and Gilbert, who picked up disturbing content while speaking Montaigne, gazed at each other in a dazzling manner.

"I don't eat like this. If you really want to eat, ask [greed] to unload the body after the experiment."

Ethically, I don't know.

But Isaac's objection didn't seem to be there.

"When [greed] puts a hand to it, there's nothing you can do about it, right? Besides, the medicine is pickled. I sell good ingredients, freshness, and pesticide-free food."

"Then bear with me."

It's like a mother's tone, like a child crying hungrily.

Gilbert silently watched Isaac mute, but eventually raised his face as he noticed.

"Speaking of which, where is [greed]? I haven't seen him in a while."

"Come on, I think he's in the basement lab again."

Hydemarie answers with her white and delicate fingertips as she gracefully grills Clarken.

She looked at the fragrant baked tentacles and nodded one nod, pointing it elegantly.

"Look, losing 'my sister' is like a trauma to her. I think he's trying to sublimate his distress, and he's trying hard to experiment."

"- Oh, my God. Maybe Elma shouldn't have left here."

As Gilbert raised her eyebrows, Hydemarie laughed like a cat.

The enchanting smile seemed to melt the brains of all those who saw it.

"No, I need to show her the world."

Tightened eyes.

Beyond that line of sight, the black queen stood resolutely staring at countless tokens.