The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Absolutely... don't suddenly turn into a 'normal girl' like this."

Lucas blurred as he laid his little maid on the bedside.

The Maiden Dormitory at noon.

It's Elma's room.

After fainting, fortunately, she quickly regained consciousness and was repeatedly drinking and vomiting a large amount of water, with the help of a young knight who was accustomed to dealing with her hands.

Then, when the symptoms were thought to have eased somehow, I fell asleep from tiredness.

You should see your doctor, but unless your internal organs are damaged, "drunkenness" is basically not a healing target.

Then, I was able to see an "ordinary doctor", but I had already completed the first aid and almost drained the alcohol, so I had to put him to bed.

In the end, we talked about letting her rest in her room. However, it was impossible to bring Elma, who slept with her maid to the fourth floor of the dorm, so Lucas himself came forward with the transport.

I stepped into the maid's quarters before I spoke to the maid in chief (Gerda) - well, the situation is different, the opponent is Elma, and the mistakes of men and women are not to blame.

Lucas stared at the girl lying tightly.

Elma.

A girl born and raised in prison.

At first I thought he was just a pathetic weakling.

But if you open the lid, I'll read your facial expressions, I'll catch the tuna, I'll do the surgery.

Lucas would like to go to jail and investigate what kind of education would do this way.

However, the fact that "there are extremely highly educated people in prison" is an inconvenient truth for potato potato formulas - for example, it can lead to the existence of a conspiracy.

It was difficult for me to discard the pleasant second prince and uncover the conspiracy by protecting my position and safety until now.

Sometimes it is pure that she has completely erased her origins in prison, and sometimes it is impossible to step into it publicly.

However, Lucas did sniff something about the prison.

I feel uncomfortable and snore.

It may be the person on our side who distorts the image - or the person on the prison side.

Lucas had a hunch that he would have to intervene in the near future.

(... Either way)

Swing your neck loosely and change your mind.

As a reality in front of me, it was a young, small girl lying on the bunk.

Her background stinks, but she understands herself to be malicious.

I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, and I think of myself and her as something unknown, but in fact, she's still 15 girls.

"... I'm sorry."

I apologize for being small.

An unexpectedly naughty girl just kept sleeping.

Lucas looked at the relaxed collar without remembering any desire - because he couldn't imagine what to do with a landmined girl with an unforgettable appearance and no cute personality - he realized something.

(... different skin colour from around the clavicle...?

Usually hidden on the collar of the maid's clothes, on the chest.

The skin seemed so white that it felt soft.

(No... wait. Speaking of which, my hands...)

From the time I had the surgery, I thought my arms were strangely white.

At that time, there was too much more to worry about, and I didn't pursue it.

…………

Lucas frowned silently.

Now, the bare arm has a beautiful color that makes the blood vessels blue and clear, and it doesn't seem very fake.

This skin is more "vegetarian".

(That means....)

Lucas impulsively tilted the bottle of water near the pillow to his sleeve and wiped her cheeks with a wet cloth.

--Soon, beautiful pearl-like skin appeared.

Unexpectedly opens his eyes.

Elma.

A girl with a dull, dull look on her skin who's supposed to be "restless".

But yes.

I used to think that the lips were beautiful.

Lucas slowly reached out to his glasses.

Two glasses that make up the majority of the impression that they are no longer integrated with the face.

I wonder what's happening to your bare face under there.

(What a bare face. Somewhat transparent)

Take off your glasses gently, smiling bitterly at yourself with your chest twitched somewhere.

So he took a breath.

――……

There was an overwhelmingly beautiful face there that I would believe even if I were told it was a fairy or an apostle.

Under the glossy black forehair is a soft, natural mountain of eyebrows.

Long eyelashes with smooth arcs and high nose bridges. Skin that famously removes the dullness of makeup is a clear whiteness like Snowflake Plaster (Alabaster).

He realized that the glasses distorted them as if they had been computed (...).

"---... U-sama...?

At that time, his eyelids wooshed up and Lucas returned to me.

Her eyes, the first time I saw her, were dawn colors.

Blue, dark blue, no purple, deep, it was a color you wanted to keep staring at forever.

Elma blurred her eyes and finally looked at Lucas's black hair with her gaze, muttering.

"Otomurama"

With that, she smiled as if the bud was breaking down.

――…………

Apparently, he fell asleep and mistook him for his father.

The expression of complete forgiveness had the destructive power to silence even Lucas, who was familiar with women.

"... hey..."

"Me. I'll do my best."

I almost said something, and Elma is blocking it.

She kept on looking fluffy and dreamy.

"Normally, girls... understand... quickly"

My eyelids are falling again.

"Come on... let's go home..."

And I fell asleep again.

The room is filled with silence. In a quiet space, only a young breath of sleep resonated.

"... you must be lying."

The monologue leaks.

Lucas unconsciously covered the lower half of his face with his right hand.

No flashbacks, no flashbacks, no cute girls.

The existence of a vortex of chaos that plunges people into various out-of-town areas.

And yet, unconsciously,

"... isn't she cute?"

Preferably.

At that time, Lucas raised his face as he heard footsteps rushing up the stairs from below.

I left the room in haste for no reason.

It was Irene who was shaking her hair.

"Elma! What the hell are you--? Prince Lucas!?

Irene, who mistakenly thought the door was open, shouted and clogged it.

Before he was pursued, Lucas briefly said,

"It fell, so I carried it. I'm just asleep now. I'm going. Please say hello to Gerda."

When I told him that, he left the place early enough.

Irene seemed confused in front of the door for a while, but eventually the sound of reopening the door sounded -

"----there are angels on earth, but OOOOOOO!?

Just as Lucas arrived downstairs, there was a wavering scream across the dorm.