The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Well, you did a great job, Elma. Thank you."

After Dennis ran away screaming, "Look now."

The knights, who finally remembered the course of time, began to rejoice in Theo's recovery and help him clean up.

Meanwhile, with a smile on his face, he spoke to a giant with short cut black hair and eyes of the same color - Lieutenant Squadron Commander Dirk.

He clapped Elma's back with his thick hands and bowed to Lucas, who was watching the whole time.

"Oh, my God, Lucas. Well done. You brought her here."

As a subordinate, Dirk is over ten years old, and Lucas himself wants that, so he uses a cheerful word.

Lucas raised his eyebrows slightly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, I didn't feel alive when I heard that Theo's leg was about to be taken in my place. There's only one word of appreciation for her."

I can't believe you skipped ceremonial practice, but this is how you're going to appear.

Dirk nodded back to Lucas with a serious expression.

"I'm glad Theo's recovered, but I can't let this happen. A curse that can even repel healing. It's on a horse that the Second Prince knows to ride. I don't know, but horse lovers and rumors come first..."

"Dirk"

But that voice is blocked by Lucas.

His masculine, straightforward face just had the usual ironic smile on it.

"It's not like you're telling a scented story like that in front of a woman. That's why they say you're innocent."

"... Lucas"

It is obvious that this prince, who is noisy about women's tastes, does not see the maid with glasses in front of her as a woman.

However, he dared to understand the intentions that had been blamed for such remarks, and Dirk swallowed the words that followed.

I'll keep the wreckage of the spell. The shape of the horseshoe means don't leak it around. "

"... I understand."

Discuss the attitude to be taken in the future with a brief exchange.

As Lucas and the others glanced at each other, Elma was pale.

"I haven't heard anything. I feel like my ears are getting farther when I'm peeling."

He said only that. I am a maid.

Dirk tapped Elma's shoulder again with gratitude.

"Thank you again, Elma. By the way, why don't you take off your rag and mouth cloth. It's going to be so hot."

"Yes, it was really hot and uncomfortable."

"Haha. Take it off, take it off!

With that momentum, Dirk takes the liquor he used to disinfect earlier and pours it into the copper mug that he rolled up from his men.

And he turned his back, and gave it to Elma, who was taking off his apron and his clothes.

"Come on, drink up! You must have been thirsty. It's the best water ever."

"Sweet words."

It seemed calm, and the fruits of it, the tiredness of concentrating for a long time, and the summer temperatures deprived her of her health.

Elma did not even smell the smell and tilted the mug with the cloth off.

…………

After a few seconds, the movement stops.

Dirk whistled as he watched Elma drink a lot of alcohol at once.

Isn't it a nice drink?

Absolutely, isn't that normal?

Lucas is no longer a bitter smile.

I don't think it's enough for fifteen girls to drink.

There's a problem.

…………

When the gallon and the copper mug slipped out of their hands and began to roll over the cobblestone, they opened their eyes slightly.

The right hand is still stiff with the mouth cloth peeled off.

Instead, the left hand with the mug removed covers the girl's little mouth with a fluffy movement.

- Fluffy moves?

Elma told the two of them that they were stunned.

"...... me"

No heart, smoother tongue sweeter than usual.

"I'm fine if I use it for flambes, disinfecting, disinfecting, etc."

The voice belonged to a very old girl.

"I don't like high alcohol..."

"Oh... hey!

"Are you okay?!

The two men change their blood phases to Elma with her arms down.

She told Lucas in a strange calm voice that she was in a hurry to reach out.

"--I 'm sorry, but in three seconds... I'll faint."

As proclaimed, exactly three seconds later, Elma collapsed in Lucas' stretched arms.

I'm back.

Running away from the east house and heading to the St. Doctor's jam, it was unusual for colleagues and seniors' teachers to find out if they had just finished other work.

Dennis, the youngest, enters the room with a light bow and strives for his seat.

The Doctor of the Holy Spirit is an honorary position.

Many people have solidified their nobility like Dennis before, and there are factional fights like the nobility society itself and leg pulling each other.

It is fortunate not to get used to it more than necessary.

And when I lowered my hips to the designated seat, there was a call from the entrance.

"Oh, you're back, Dennis."

"Marquis!

Marquis Clement von Rotner, a priest and advisor to the Doctor of the Holy Medicine.

Always in the presence of a gentle guardian, Dennis stood up in haste and rushed over.

What can I do for you?

"No, I was worried when I heard you were called in on a sudden case. I'm sure you've already asked for help with the Knights mock today. Was the burden all right with the response?

"It hurts. Excessive care."

Dennis filled his heart with the Marquis's compassion.

"It's just a rumor, but everything didn't work at first, did it? I don't doubt your abilities, but I still think it was quite impossible."

Ah, that's...

The Marquis's words are about to create a face of convulsion.

I know it's good intentions, but I don't want you to say the word "healing didn't work" in front of your colleagues.

They must be trying to pull Dennis' leg by whispering it as soon as Clement leaves his seat.

"It wasn't my abilities, it was the curse."

"Curse? It's not peaceful."

"Yes, at first glance, it looks like an artwork -"

To explain so much, Dennis mumbled.

Reporting is important, but should it be done in public like this?

(No, if you talk about spells, it will definitely be a kind of rumor for these people rather than a meltdown for me, so it will save me.....)

If it had been Dennis until a few moments ago, he would happily have told us about the shape of the spell and how horrible it was.

All because of that.

In addition, it may have been added that the horseshoes were "like a collection of First Princes" and of good quality.

Then Dennis switched from being an incompetent person who didn't help with the unexpected to being a godsend keeper.

This one is more comfortable.

But...

(How about that? Physician)

Dennis asked herself when she remembered the maid who had been angry earlier.

She was scolded for "no common sense" of taking a perfume, chewing on the bad smell, chewing on the nails, and chewing on the frustration.

Still a doctor.

Then it would be a far cry from ideal to play gossip and cheat on your lack of skill.

Prince Lucas owns the horseshoe.

I have not even been carefully checked, and I am not sure that First Prince Felix had the horseshoe.

In the first place, my job is to treat patients, not to speculate on the background.

Dennis corrected his words as he traced the fingernails of his thumb, which had been chopped up.

"- No, that's right, I don't have the ability."

"... Dennis?

"I was concerned about something, so I will report it in writing again, including the treatment and the findings."

Speaking plainly, the Marquis opened his eyes slightly and finally nodded.

"- I see. But if there's anything hard to write, I'll always listen to you."

With words like that.

Again lowering his head to the kindness of the Marquis and turning away, Dennis returned to his seat and took his pen.

Summarize the report.

As soon as he soaked the wings pen in the ink pot, he remembered the doubt.

At first, I wondered how the Marquis had heard the rumor that his healing had not worked in such a short time.