The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Lucas watched with a serious look at Elma, who was solemnly "sterilizing" in front of her.

Other members of the team, who were not swallowing the situation, turned to the questionable face, but sealed it with their eyes only.

The scene was filled with a strange sense of urgency.

No, speaking of weird, the first thing to mention is Elma's dress.

She jumped out of the cathedral with Lucas and thought she would go straight to the east house, and once she stopped by the maid's quarters, she was like this when she followed her.

That is, a long sleeve apron that covers the whole body, peeling off rather than a brim, and mouth cloth.

Regardless of the arms rolling up the sleeves, I can only see the glasses with respect to the face.

In other words, I can't even see the pieces.

It was covered with a white cloth all over its body, but for some reason it was also like robust armor.

She laid a cleaner cloth on the floor, placing some unfamiliar instruments on the copper tray.

So I stared at Lucas, the chief executive here, and told him.

"Now I'm going to start the surgery for Theo Felster's tibial trunk fracture. As you can see, it is an open fracture, so alignment is restored by invasive angioplasty, and intramuscular foreign body removal and ligament fracture surgery is performed. Promptly administer antibiotics after surgery to prevent infection."

"----what?"

"So, Theo Felster's tibial trunk fracture....."

She tried to repeat herself, but thought for a moment.

"That means disinfecting and opening the wound, removing the shards of the curse, stitching and prescribing medicine."

I changed my mind.

It's a lot of rough, informed consent.

But it was so pale and confident that everyone began to lose their words and give way to nature and the place next to the patient.

Even the deputy squadron commander, who was wearing a sword, watched Elma's movements bewildered.

She knelt beside Theo in a smooth motion as if she were poking at the gap, and she spoke softly to him moaning.

"Dear Felster, You will now anesthetize your entire right foot. I'll count to ten, so let me know if you feel nauseous."

"Uu... ah... ma, magic water...?

Theo leaks a confused murmur into a word unfamiliar to his ears.

Elma accepted it for the time being and quickly injected the anesthesia into her right leg.

The change was dramatic.

"--Yikes, the pain is gone...!

"Don't move. The sourness of the scene will continue for some time to come, so I will blindfold you. - Lieutenant Squadron, may I have your attention, please?

"Ah, ahh...."

Elma wants to keep her hands as sterile as possible.

The deputy squadron commander blindfolded Theo, fixed his body, and disinfected the rest of the knights with liquor, holding the medical equipment one by one.

"Well then, if I say 'slut', you can have a slut."

"Oh... oh!

The team members, completely swallowed by the air, obey honestly.

It was then that Dennis returned to me in a daze.

"Oh... you...! What have you been doing?

"It's an operation, but something."

"I don't know what it is! Therapeutic behavior is in the hands of a doctor or a saint doctor. I don't know what it's like to be a maid, but..."

I was useless, but that's not why I forgave the maid's overstepping.

Dennis took a breath trying to hit him hard.

"--Stinky!"

He was beaten up by words that were more aggressive than his fist.

…………

It's not a physical attack, but it's a shock to the mind and head.

When Dennis suddenly stopped talking, Elma, who was still kneeling, glanced up at us. No, it's the glasses that are tight.

"I'm afraid that perfume has a strong smell. It is a level that hinders hygiene. Besides, is it a habit of scratching your thumb? It looks like some of your nails are ripped apart. Words such as touching patients and wounds. Literally wash your face, then cut your nails and clean your fingers."

"Nah... nah, nah... how rude..."

It fades into a lot of violent talk.

However, as Dennis moved her mouth, Elma, who seemed to have simmered her business, barked again.

"It's common sense for Mon to touch the human body by wearing a perfume!? If the Doctor is aware of this, come back! Hey, pull in!

Hih!

More than a member of the Regiment, he unexpectedly leaked a scream at Doss's good intimidation.

No, there might have been more than one voice in the regiment.

Needle falling silence comes around.

In the quiet, Dennis was looking at Theo and Elma for a while, but eventually he held his fist and ran away momentumlessly - towards the water pump.

"Excuse me. I'm disturbed. --Glasses."

"Ha, yes!

Elma quietly tells her as if the earlier anger had been a lie.

The knight in charge of the glasses replied, gently lifting the bridge of the glasses, which was slightly down, from the side.

Thus, when Dennis washed off the perfume, cleaned her fingers and ran again, the surgery was almost on its way to Climax.

"Female"

Yes!

"Sweat"

Yes!

"Glasses"

"Yes!!

Every time Elma briefly tells her story, the knight in charge responds from her stomach and complies with her request.

The naughty men followed the petite maid in a strange way, but when it came to Elma, she turned her back on us and just silently bent over to Theo.

Even I am a saint doctor.

You need to know how the treatment is going.

When Dennis was ready and held his fist, he approached the scene of the "Ope" in fear.

(Nh... what is this...?!

That's how you breathe.

Beyond her gaze, the maid was connecting the bone fragments at a terrible speed.

The bones that were supposed to have been crushed intact were lined up straight in their original form, even though the razors were running, and the meat that was supposed to have been severely torn back into shape along the fibers, and then only sewn together.

No, more peculiar than that is the maid's arm movements.

(Nh...! It's too fast to see anything but the aftermath...!?

Tweezers, scalpels, and forceps are too quick to dexterity, as if there were four or five hands.

Dennis dazed and rubbed his eyes many times.

This is not like "taking care of a woman" who has grown hair in a bad way.

Even beyond the treatment area.

This is no longer art.

Dennis lost his word.

I only thought it was like an extension of child care, such as a procedure without sacred powers.

But now, before the miraculous cure that comes out of her hands, there is only one person who is overwhelmed and impressed.

In fact, he realized that the surrounding complexion of watching the treatment was remarkably better and that there were even people who were moisturizing their eyes with excitement.

"Curse, remove. Holy water"

"Yes! I'll pour holy water!

A shard of the spell picked up with tweezers is placed on the cloth of the knight in charge and immediately sprayed with holy water by the other.

I heard a little noise... and found that the fragments were no longer effective.

"Match the debris with the horseshoe to see if it matches perfectly"

"It matches perfectly. The fragments seem to be everything."

"Okay."

It seems that the spell was removed while the bones and meat were being prepared.

The maid nodded quietly when she heard Prince Lucas tell him that he had checked his horseshoes.

Now I'm going to suture you.

"Suture or sew with thread? I don't think I have a needle."

"Oh, it was going to be blown away by the wind, so I left it in my eyeglass vine. Can you take it? Disinfect with liquor."

When asked by suspicious Lucas, Elma answers with her hands still moving.

"... you're putting medical stitching needles in the eyeglass shaft."

"Huh? Anyone carrying anesthesia and needles as etiquettes?

- I don't carry it with me!

Dennis suddenly started screaming at Elma, questioning her strangely.

And I wanted to shake her shoulders.

I can't believe I'm not carrying this guy. I need you to create an atmosphere like this one.

Because it's not the same as taking a handkerchief to the bathroom.

And that thought seemed to be shared by all the knights on the spot.

Lucas and the others were twitching their faces with subtle expressions.

"... I wanted to ask you in the first place, where the hell did you hide these massive medical devices?"

"Of course it's in my bag."

When I looked at it, there was indeed a small cloth bag next to her.

Looks like it came from the maid's quarters.

But it was obviously a size that ignored the law of mass preservation, so Lucas creased between his eyebrows.

"... why does this amount fit in such a small bag?

"Woman was raised to be good at storage, but isn't that normal?"

For the record, there is the adage "Marie's Valley or Elma's Bag" in Walzer Prison.

They're both connected in four dimensions, pulling out items that don't have a flash, so be careful when they stick their hands in there.

However, Lucas, who could not have known such a thing, nodded ambiguously in the unanswered reply and gave up pursuit.

This is not the content to interrupt the smooth progress of the "pet".

Well, that's fine. Let's get the needle. Which side of the vine?

"Right. There is a small protrusion in the coupling part with the lens, so..."

"Wait... wait!

Dennis hastily waited for a development that was likely to move to suture as it was.

Elma looks back slowly.

Dennis spoke desperately to his eyes behind his glasses.

"Wait a minute.... from here on out, it's my turn."

…………

"No, it's not about the collar or the qualifications... if you connect the bones and close the flesh, it's faster to heal than to sew them together with threads than without a spell."

Can you yell at me again?

It would be ridiculous if it didn't help at all.

But, like Dennis, there is pride in being recognized as the youngest saint teacher.

I thought it would be over if I ran away from here, and I didn't want to be left with a patient (Theo) who was suffering and couldn't do anything.

As Dennis chooses to speak,

"----yes"

The maid sent an unexpected reply.

"I meant it anyway."

"... what?

"I'm ready. Saint Doctor. Thank you very much for your treatment."

Aren't you going to stand up and give up your position next to Theo?

Dennis was gloomy, but Elma called again and knelt in a hurry where she was sitting.

When he clasped his hands to pray, his arm slightly stretched from next to him and took his hand.

Elma carefully cleaned Dennis's fingers with a cloth soaked in liquor.

"It may not be necessary for healing, but just in case. --Your nails have been nicely cut.

"Ah... ahh. Um... you... no, you're right, I thought I had to be clean to touch my patients."

Wipe one at a time, Elma's fingers are delicate and white.

It's not like that, and even though it's a strange outfit that covers my whole body with cloth, my slender fingers crawl, and Dennis gets stiff.

I cough one up in a hurry.

"So... let's pray."

Redivide the area and look directly at the affected area again.

The meat was split open there, but I didn't think it was a grotesque anymore because Elma was treating it so beautifully.

(It's such a complicated structure.)

That's what I think as I gently approach my hand.

The only part I thought was a "healing wound" was a bone, a muscle, and nerves and blood vessels stretched around it.

All of them had functions and roles, forming a single part called the "foot" while being intricately intertwined, which was rich and even felt beautiful.

Dennis quietly closed his eyes and began to chant the Holy Word.

"The supreme light that falls from heaven."

Imagine the light pouring down on the wound and soiling it.

"Respond to my prayers, and stretch out the lamp of my noble love."

Gently warms up the fibers and bones of the injured muscle and slowly melts them into their original shape.

"Wrap, heal, bless the poor child of the earth."

Strong muscles envelop the bones that pass through, and nerves, blood vessels, and skin delicately surround it.

Fluffy, full of light.

Surrounded, "Oops...! The exclamation murmur leaked at the same time.

When Dennis felt an unprecedented fever in his hands and opened his eyes in surprise - there was a completely healed leg there.

"God....!

"Theo's legs are back...!

The knights cheered one after the other.

Surrounded by that, Dennis also stared at Theo's feet in an incredible way.

There is no scar left, "fully healed".

I've never had such a perfect healing.

"Mr. Theo. Can you bend your ankles? Right, left. Up and down. Yes, thank you."

Elma is calmly checking her recovery beside her.

She sighed with admiration when she made sure that there was no pain or discomfort and that her entire leg was completely restored.

"--Excellent."

Will you lower your head deeply to Dennis?

"That's right. Saint Doctor."

It was Dennis who panicked, as if he was impressed.

"... no, what are you talking about? You're the one who cured him...!

"What are you saying? I was just helping you get rid of the foreign object. It was you who saved him with the work of God that got him back to full functioning without rehab."

"Ri... Ri Ha Ri?

Eyes black-and-white on unfamiliar words, but Elma doesn't care.

Seeing him start to clean up his tools indifferently, Dennis set his mind and opened his mouth.

"Ah, um... Elma.... Elma,"

Power, identity, beautiful collection.

Dennis is the owner of such plain sex.

But that also means that for things that you recognize as "awesome" or "stronger than yourself", you have the character of shaking your tail honestly.

Dennis is now showing a trick that slightly exceeds the excellence of medicine, and now has a genuine respect for Elma, who has given himself honor and praise.

"My healing has done so much because you showed me the structure of the body. In the first place, with the curse devoured, healing was meaningless. You saved him."

"... no. I don't. However," with your help, "" as a slightly clever maid, in a normal range, "I only helped."

Elma, however, eccentrically highlights everywhere, whispering back.

She became her and came to this surgery after theoretical arming such as "If it is abnormal to complete the surgery by herself, would it be normal for everyone to do it together?" and "Removing the curse would be like taking the eyelashes that have fallen into my eyes", so I didn't want to be denied it.

That's why I set Dennis on fire and gave him the finish.

I only "helped" as a maid.

But that reasoning couldn't have worked for Dennis.

"What the hell are you talking about! I don't think it's a bit clever."

"No, it's so normal."

"Can ordinary people open meat and bond bones so smoothly? I was trying to stitch it up. I've never seen anything like it."

As Naked Dennis repeated his words, Elma had a slightly nauseous, puzzling atmosphere.

"It's normal, right? Because it's part of building blocks and needle work."

At the bottom of my heart, I thought to myself, "I don't know why they say that." Lucas, who was listening by, said "Ah."

This is coming.

"Normally, a girl will be given a needle on her third birthday with the hope that she will strengthen her fingers with skeletal building blocks and get a good needle job."

"Ha...?

"My first operation was when I was five years old, and I think anyone with a little dexterity would be able to do it with that kind of surgery... no way, can you do that with Shaba? Even a doctor?"

I felt like everyone on the spot had heard the sound of a twig breaking.

It was probably the sound of Dennis, whose head and heart were dictated by the violent rumors, being finally broken by a son of a bitch.

"............!.........!...!!

Dennis is holding his fist with tears in his eyes.

Lucas softly laid his hand on his shoulder, whispering.

I told you not to go that far.

However, it was not even possible to predict that the boy physician who was aroused would eventually become a rare saint physician by proceeding to treat civilians to deepen understanding of the human body.