The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Ah, already. What a shitty priest."

A room in a dark prison.

Having been transformed into a luxurious living space, Hydemarie was still interested in chess today.

However, it is not unusual for the opponent to be Gilbert.

It was a young man with dark hair whose back was sinking on a fine sofa for a little over thirty years.

The gloomy, blurry eyes and the invincible mouth.

When you smile hard, you look like a naughty boy.

"You don't always think you're in this world, Marie."

"Already. Horst, he's greedy until he wins the game."

It was Holst Engler, a man nicknamed [Greed], who shrugged his shoulders to the relentless Hydemarie.

He was only caught buying slaves and criminals from childhood and repeating human experiments, and his mind seems clear, relentlessly hunting down the indestructible Hydemarie.

"Oh, my God. The Knight is dangerous to my cute black queen."

"... I think you've noticed, but if you didn't stick to the queen, you'd have won.

"That's not boring."

Strangely returned, Holst pulled his chin as if he had nose white.

"Is there anything in chess that takes precedence over winning or losing?

"I don't know aesthetics for a boy who just wants it."

A high-demanding hybrid is powerful enough for a man like you.

Did you regret it? Holst raised his hands and said, "Yes."

"I don't know what you're thinking anyway. What a cruel mother's idea to throw out such a cute little sister."

Oh.

Hydemarie, who was thinking with her thin fingers on her lips, raised her gaze to the words.

And I narrowed my eyes like a cat.

"I knew you were stubborn. You were locked up in the lab for a while because you didn't want to talk to me?

"Bad?"

"No, it's cute."

My brother, who takes care of his sister, is very nice.

Perfectly shaped lip spun phrases had sweet sounds like sugar confectionery.

Holst Engler.

Also known as Dr. Crazy Boy.

Born into the concubine of a wealthy merchant, he was famous as a psychopath who used his resources and brain to experiment with the human body one after the other.

However, few people know that the motive for the experiment was found in their sister, who was attacked by a thug and in a coma.

A little distracted sister grabbed and broken by her liking.

I even opened the skull of others to explore the functions of the conscious brain, maintaining the movement of the heart by combining the magic stones that were barely in circulation at the time and the medical technology that I invented myself.

Behavior that may have been accepted as a doctor and only if the subject was the dead or sinners.

However, finding out who attacked her once and destroying the noble man's brain meant that many of Holst's experiments were branded "crimes."

In his case, if he wanted to escape, he would have escaped.

That is why we use the power of gold or the advanced medical technology that was secretly accumulating as a trading material.

But I didn't.

One day his sister took a breath as the Magic Stone lived.

I don't need anything anymore.

A glorious future, even life.

Heidemarie talked to him one day when he was tied up in jail without even getting water.

- Really? You once wanted knowledge and livelihood in the name of God, and you burned out that greed?

He grabbed Holst's arm, looking silently at him, and Hydemarie made him touch his stomach.

- Hey, here.

Not here. New lives are growing now.

We may not have been able to bring the dead back to life.

But there's a miracle happening here that produces nothing comparable to it.

She gently hugged Horst, who was still a boy, whispering as if she were the Virgin Mary.

--You really wanted to make amends. You just wanted to grow up and be merciful.

... that's fine. I'll make it come true.

You can raise this child with me.

Too arrogant a word to push labor that I don't know how to raise.

And for some reason, Holst felt it all over his body.

Forgiveness.

Later, when he took control of the prison, helped with Hydemarie's birth and took the baby, he remembered that it had been a long time since he wept.

God's work was far from complete with human skill.

Birth. or life.

His "sister", who appeared in the world with a loud pronunciation, was overflowing with immense power.

"--Well, to be honest, I didn't think it would be so overprotective."

"What are you talking about? I've always provided the cute little sister with the minimum protection she needs."

As Hydemarie sighs as she gazes at the chess board, Holst immediately responds.

Not only that, he lowered his eyebrows and buttocks worried deeply.

"Oh, Elma. Have you caught a cold? It's pretty inadvertent, so you don't have to fall down and scratch it. I should have let him have more anesthesia."

"Hey, don't anaesthetize the scratches. How dare you insinuate me?

"What if there's a bad bug? I was going to play with the refractive index of my glasses to make them look pretty ugly. It would have been better to have a poison needle for self-protection, definitely. I regret it. Should we go get rid of it?

Hmm...

Kill the dragon in one blow and tighten up the bad prisoners.

If there had been a man against her, it would have been quite a good bug.

As a mother, I wanted my fifteen daughters to have one love.

Hah, Hydemarie shrugged her thin shoulders into a holster that leaked a slight sigh.

"Not anymore. I wonder why love from my brother to my sister is so hot and bitter. Elma's not the only baby that can do it anymore."

"It's like that from me. And" from my brother, "if you look at the example of [jealousy], you'll realize that there's no difference between sexes in the heat and the bitterness."

Speaking back, Hydemarie presses her chest with exaggeration.

"No, Holst. [Jealousy] Are you going to say you're a woman?

"You're not a man."

"Not even a woman."

"But it seems like she calls herself 'the best woman in prison'. I have to respect her will."

"Well, you're the one in jail?

Hydemarie then sharpened her lips again as if she were bent.

"That's how he provokes me."

"It won't be like riding a race."

"'Cause when you hear about a struggle with a woman, you can't ignore it."

"I know. It's always Elma who gets caught up in it."

For example, how to use makeup. How to choose clothes.

How to tie your hair, how to use perfume, how to sing.

As Elma grew, the battle over which she could embody more feminine beauty changed somehow to the battle over which Elma could be raised more attractively as a woman.

Thanks to this, Elma was made to Iméchen like a daily routine by a hooker who sometimes spreads a pestilent charm, and by a Virgin who sometimes spreads a clear smile, and she was uncomfortable as the horst on the watching side.

Perhaps even the annoying person couldn't grasp the direction in which his character should be formed.

When Holst murmured, "Poor", the beautiful ex-husband gracefully tilted her neck.

"But thanks to him, I'm sure he grew up with a woman who could be fascinated in an instant, even by a great prince."

"What the hell did Marie want with her daughter? Don't teach my precious sister anything weird."

Holst penetrated half-eyed.

All the inhabitants here thought that they were "the best common sense people," and there was no way to save them.

Oh.

Hydemarie blinks long eyelashes just as surprisingly.

Then she gently stroked the black queen standing on the board with her fingers and smiled slightly.

"It's settled. I wanted to be a normal girl."