The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Beyond the stained glass, the early summer sun shines lightly on the cathedral.

During the day, there were two men and women in a dim space that invited people into the world of meditation.

"Hey, give me a colorful answer."

One is a tough young man with a light long body, rich black hair and deep blue eyes.

Simple shirts and trousers and a dark blue vest embroidered with the Knights emblem on the chest.

He was bending over the length and peeking at the person who was pushing him against the wall.

"I'm afraid, Your Highness. Your personal space is nearby."

In contrast, the other person answers without discouragement.

She wears a small body, a black dress, a white apron, and a brim - that is, a maid's uniform, plus thick glasses - and has been responding to the young gently since.

As well as the identity of the youth, the identity of the Second Prince Lucas of the Kingdom of Luden and the maid was Elma.

"Don't try to deceive me with those words. I mean it. I need you."

"Don't deceive yourself with the words of that hand. I don't want to get out of the way."

From the appearance and contents of a man whispering to a woman, it seems as if a man and a woman are at first glance playing.

However, the reality is that

"Why? What is it about belonging to the Knights? It's the way out."

"Woman, it is unusual for a person who is not even a civilian to join the Knights."

It was a head hunt to the Knights by Lucas.

The other day, after Elma showed herself around in a culinary confrontation - no longer known as the First Warriors of Heaven - Lucas touched her and enthusiastically encouraged her to join the group.

His current status in the Knights is Squadron Leader.

Although it is quite a position in terms of age, it was not born as a second prince, but was acquired by excellent swordsmanship and the popularity built up over time.

Though somewhat fond of color, his loyalty to the Knights of Lucas was strong, and he wanted it to grow wholeheartedly.

And when I thought about that "development", Elma was a person I wanted so much from my throat.

"Something unheard of. If you join the army, it will be a" precedent. "After that, you may have the courage to join the ranks of martial arts women and those who have not benefited from their stature. That way, you're a" normal "woman."

"Will you stop developing mysterious theories that aren't even rational?"

Elma has no island to attach.

I suppose you thought your nature had been discovered to some extent while you were in contact. I don't even pretend to be the first girl to show embarrassment to men.

There are some things I think about the cuteness, but more than that, he boiled his business into Elma's stubbornness, and Lucas frowned.

"What's your strange attachment to 'normal'? More than that, what are the criteria? When he took me on an excursion, he was the only one who took care of all the members of the regiment. At that time, it seemed like I could ride it."

"... that was my mistake in interpreting the textbook differently. Please don't give up."

Elma hid her face with her glasses and looked a little bad.

According to her "common sense", which she was currently absorbing, it should have been "normal" to "watch the training of the Knights enthusiastically" or "take good care of the injured man".

However, with that extension, I accidentally ran out of the deputy captain's swordsmanship during the tour, and I completed the treatment by myself with the intention of taking care of him. As Elma, I was very reflective on that.

"Textbook?"

"If I wanted to be a normal girl, I had to read this area, and I lent a lot of romance novels."

Lucas almost looked up to heaven.

You may be kind, but you presented me with a textbook.

Irene? Give me a break... If you behave like that, you're not stuck. "

"No, I'm afraid the maid of Gerda lent it to me."

"That way....!

"By the way, Irene prefers a system called thin books."

"Thin books?

With a suspicious gaze on Lucas, Elma asked while choosing a word.

"... by the way, what do you think is the antonym for 'attack'?

"Isn't it 'protection'?

"- I see. Your Highness and I are talking about a genre that has no connection for a lifetime. Please do not give up the current exchange."

For you, I'll be deceived like that.

The curious Lucas asked relentlessly, but continued to be distracted, and the nagging Lucas took Elma's arm, "Hey."

And Elma, who was staring at the grabbed arm, raised her face and stared at Lucas.

"... speaking of which, of the thirty-five books, as many as thirty-three actually had a fierce romantic relationship with the knight who was ruthlessly dealing with the protagonist (heroine). No way..."

"Wait, don't confuse two and three dimensions. That's not even fiction. It's fantasy."

Lucas quickly let go of his hands when the maid in his gloomy glasses looked at him like, "Wow..."

I wonder what these glasses are. They should be hiding their bare faces, but it takes a long time to express their drawbacks. They are no longer beyond the scope of the glasses.

"Now it's time to read my facial expressions carefully. Is this the face of a man in love with a woman?

"Either way, you see an expression that hides tension and curiosity in front of an unknown creature."

"Wow, that's a slight expression."

Lucas was confident in the size of the strike zone, but strangely, the girl was not stimulated by any flickering desire at the moment.

Curiosity is very intriguing, and I think she's an interesting girl, so why?

It may be because of this shameless appearance - or because she has no interest in us as a heterosexual shard.

Speaking of which, it was probably the first time that Lucas had shown no interest in his status as the Second Prince, his face, or his body or behavior as a knight.

Heterosexuals who can talk without rushing or grudging each other are invaluable.

"- Hey, you. Why don't you join the Knights?

"I still don't know what it is."

Lucas invited her more seriously than ever before, but Elma finally pulled her chin, followed by a smooth approach and picked up the cleaning tools she had on the floor.

The prince found out where he was supposed to clean the cathedral.

"If that's all you have to say, I'm afraid we can start cleaning the cathedral."

"Are you going to sweep all this wide cathedral by yourself?

Elma's answers were faint, even when asked in a suspicious voice.

"It'll only take a second."

"... still joining the regiment..."

"Your Highness, please return to Knights training. As we prepare for the succession ceremony for the inauguration ceremony, it is unlikely that the Squadron Captain and I will be able to leave our duties like this."

You can squeeze away where you tried to eat.

But Lucas laughed hard at it.

"It's just a parade rehearsal today anyway. Because I don't know who I am if I wear armor, I have substituted a new fool who tried to ride my horse on his own for punishment. He must have wanted it. So today I am free and fair."

It is a slutty sabotage work.

It wasn't fair, and Elma tried to get the most out of it, but it happened.

Lucas!

The door of the cathedral opened in a hurry, and the boy rushed in.

He was apparently a knighthood's surname, with a grain of sweat on his shabby face.

She wears a navy blue crest vest that is lighter in color than Lucas.

Marc, what's going on? You know this place very well. "

"You got it, I didn't mean it, I searched for it...! If you want to meet me, please make it more like that, already!

The boy called Marc must have stared at us with his glamorous eyes, then squeezed his face and held his fist.

"Trouble. The horse that Lucas was supposed to ride suddenly burst out during the parade exercise and sifted off people - Theo, who was acting as a substitute, broke his leg bones. To be clear... it's a terrible injury."

What...?

Lucas frowned.

"I'm in a hurry to call the Doctor of St. Lucas... for now, please come too. I'm sorry about your opponent, but... ah! Mr. Elma!?

Mark, who was reporting with a sharp face, noticed Elma hiding behind Lucas' back and shouted.

He didn't even suspect that Lucas and Elma were in love - because it was a very unlikely meeting - and he let his face shine.

"Elma, would you please come with us!? There are many factions of the Doctor of the Holy Spirit, and today it seems that only the mighty newcomers on His Highness Felix's side are stationed. By the time he gets here, if Elma takes care of me, I'll be in a little bit of a state..."

"Don't be silly. That must be the priest's share."

Lucas blocks Marc's call.

As soon as he turned his heel back, he had begun to move to the scene of the incident.

"But, Lucas. Unlike the other women around here, Elma would never see blood and collapse."

"To tell you the truth, I'm not going to tell this guy about a man or a woman. But if it's that kind of injury, there's no point in paying for it."

All we need is healing magic.

Only novels and operas heal knights in a princess's nursing, and what is required in reality is a sacred power that can reliably heal wounds.

Lucas calmly tried to leave the scene, but his back stopped with a faint voice.

"Please wait"

It is Elma, who reflected the glasses.

"Don't confuse two and three dimensions. I taught my [greedy] brother that magic heals injuries, not even fiction, is a fantasy."

"What do you mean?

She lifted the bridge with her index finger and said in a tone as if she were telling common sense.

"Normally, when you get seriously injured, you need more surgery than prayer, right?

"------Pee?

In unfamiliar words, Lucas and Marc looked at each other.