The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

According to the shift, the work of the maid with the royal palace ends when the night bell rings eight.

If you have a late dinner, then it's free time.

Most people go to bed early because they have to wake up at dawn, but young maids who have the strength and the seeds to talk often go to and from each other's dorm rooms to talk.

Elma was the earliest person to go to bed, so it was usual for her room to only hear her breathing in the middle of the night, but she was in a different state all day.

"Come on, Elma. Answer me! Which dress will you go to the ball in - my friendship and my relationship with Madam Graz, which will be your priority?"

"Come on, Irene. That's not how you say it. This is not a matter of relationships, it is simply a matter of good or bad taste. - Hey, Elma?

In the small dorm room, Irene and, for some reason, Gerda were pushing towards Elma.

Both of them were holding their dresses in their hands.

"Hah...."

Speaking of Elma on the other hand, I'm confused - but I'm not sure because she's covered in thick glasses.

After getting ready for bed, two women stormed her and inclined her neck strangely.

"In the first place, why am I supposed to attend the ball on the eve of the inauguration?"

Irene and Gerda gathered together to raise their voices to the question.

"What are you talking about? Prince Fool - and thanks to the thoughtful idea of Prince Felix, all the servants of the royal palace have been able to attend the ball, don't you know!?

"That's right! Not only young people without young daughters and lovers, but also people like me who have left the social world are a little, no, quite distracted."

Yes, it is.

Those who were allowed to attend the ball by Felix and Clement von Rottner have been disturbed for weeks about dresses, hairstyles, and timing.

Especially when it comes to maids with royal palaces, there are many children of lower aristocracy.

For them, the ball was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to catch the "big guy" at once, but also fairly and decisively, and the enthusiasm ran out of words.

"No, but I thought I'd help the Georg chef in the kitchen that day..."

"Of course, the most popular is Prince Lucas, who has no fiancée and is too expensive to be the next king. But for the first time in my life, I hear veteran marriages (hunters) are beginning to spread their aim among middle-ranking nobles and knights... Here comes the Aristocratic Awareness Register at the beginning of the tournament, and the dance steps specially trained for night and night secrets... Elma. This is a woman's fight. I want you to taste the victory as a woman."

No, because...

"The goal is not just to catch you on the spot. If you can show your beauty and appearance in the ballroom, it will not only be advantageous for later dating, but also improve your standing position within the royal palace, and you can't expect to increase your salary."

Elma tries to calmly block two more from the side.

I knew that Irene and Gerda were encouraging each other to join.

"Well, but the ball is not a compulsory participation, and even with me, it's not particularly about friendships or salary increments -"

"Right there!

When I tried politely to say no, I was stuck with my finger.

Looking up, Irene put a serious expression on her cat-like green eyes and looked at us.

"Why should a powerful, incredible beauty like you have to give up your dreams like that? There's no way to hold onto a woman's culmination while having the qualities of a heavenly extractor!

Values are rooted in militants.

She seemed to have seen her face the other day, and then persisted in saying, "Why don't you want to overwhelm others as a woman to hide? No, let's aim for the peak of a woman! I have been specifically invited.

No, I tried explaining again, and now I was held in my hand.

"Don't tell anyone, Elma. I... really know."

"What about it?"

"You... grew up in a box in a terrible monastery, didn't you?

"... what?

I don't know why such settings complement my origins.

Elma inadvertently lost her words and Irene nodded with her face.

"Sometimes you say the word 'shaba'. It seems that this is referring to the mysterious world. I mean, you were in a quarantined environment. It's also in an environment where there are multiple teachers (furthers) with excellent educational standards."

So, I made up my mind and let it go with my face.

"Passed beauty leads to lust. Then I nod that I was taught to hide it. Strange, unknown attitude. Sometimes it's too much to show. I hear there are monasteries around the border that have been tortured and crushed by nuns and orphans. Definitely - you're from that convent, aren't you?

"Ah...."

As far as I'm concerned, well, it was an easier option to come up with than being from prison.

Gerda glanced at me and said, "Let's do that for now."

So Elma nodded ambiguously.

Well, "pig box" is the correct answer.

"... that's right. It's like that."

I knew it!

Every once in a while, Irene clapped her hands together.

She then grasped the dress again.

"Well then, Elma. I want to tell you again and again. The church of chastity and humility is overwhelmed there. The beauty and talent that we are born with are the rules of the world. Your beauty and genius are now beginning to bloom...!

"It's not impossible, but I agree with you, Elma. If your abilities and existence are recognized, even if people say something about your 'origins', it will be a shield to jump."

I told you not to show your face at random, but there's something wrong with using a trump card when it's here.

Even Gerda said something like that.

Elma herself didn't have any dark thoughts about her prison origins, but since Gerda showed such a reaction, the world must have concealed the origin of incarceration.

Irene and Gerda started presenting dresses with increasing momentum, apparently with an understanding that Elma was a little silent.

"---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think it suits your white skin, and Prince Lucas likes basically gorgeous women."

"You're young, Irene. May I? You are a creature seeking a hint of colour from a clear outfit. So my recommendation is this generation empire line. This gap is wide open on the back, with a seemingly innocent look. That's how we strike at Lucas' heart."

"No, why are you there, Your Highness...?

Elma's glasses glowed confused.

It was understandable that they were trying to highlight Elma's reluctance.

Nevertheless, why is a maid aiming for a prince of a country?

Asked questions, Irene exhaled with astonishment.

"What do you mean, he doesn't know? A favorite of Her Highness, it's versatile in all directions. When you go out to sea, you catch tuna, when you meet a knight, you heal your wounds, and your face is a mysterious walking mystery Elma, which is now a little celebrity. Prince Lucas seems to be starting to care."

"Eh?"

"The ladies of the upper aristocracy are more jealous than we are, so I was still trying to keep the rumors from spreading to us. But you were carried to the maid's quarters by His Majesty the other day. It seems that the Countess lady saw it. She's a good dancer and she's betting on this ball, so she might even mobilise around and harass you."

I suppose it overlapped with my old self, where Irene turned into a more difficult face.

"... I'm worried about you. It's true that I want you to aim for the summit, but more than that, I want you to keep them under control or kick them out. You guys aren't my eyes. Well... you may not believe me when I say that I harassed you once."

"Eh... What kind of harassment have you had?"

"... let's discuss it from there first"

Irene is clearly weak.

Remembering her concerns, Elma decided to ask her just in case.

"Let me ask you something, is it not an act of encouragement to keep a needle on the floor or shoes?"

"What!? It's not a model case of harassment!

"So, isn't it a warm act such as, 'It's hot today, so I'm going to pour water on you'?

"It's an act of heartbreak! What a positive thing!

Elma nodded with a mysterious expression as she heard Irene scream.

"... I see, I've already been harassed."

The needle was collected and used effectively, and the water was received in a nearby bowl or bucket, and thanks for spraying it with water, so I didn't realize it was harassment.

For the time being, Elma tried to change the point of the question, knowing that both concerns were not inevitable.

"I understand your concern, but if the aim is to show you a majestic appearance, there is no need to make you aim for your Highness. Rather, the waitress often advises Her Highness not to play with women, Irene. You're a fan of His Highness, aren't you?

When I asked, I answered each of them with a bitter smile.

"I have long seen His Highness roll a woman in the palm of his hand. As a nurse, I am worried about His Highness, and I want him to experience the opposite position once and for all."

"I used to be the best guesswork of my characters, but lately, I've added a hardship tag to my highness, so I'm no longer an Okan attribute or a slight reception. Look, I'm not a good guy, am I?

"... I didn't quite understand Irene's claim, but is this something wrong with my reading ability?"

I also wanted to insert a "reverse position" into Gerda, but it was blown away by Irene's riot.

When asked with a bite of a subtle thought,

"Don't worry about this kid's bullshit."

"I don't think it's easy to understand the abyss of this world."

She nodded on her face or both.

He was anxious not to proceed with dress selection after a long time.

Irene barely filled the distance with "so".

"I'll ask you again. Which dress will you wear? I'm telling you, I don't have a choice but to be absent from the ball because I have a dress to wear and I'm not eligible to participate."

"Hmm...."

"Elma, let me tell you, going out to the ball and starting from the surroundings is a vision of the future of the royal road that everyone dreams of if she's a normal girl, right? Even the novel I lent you had a lot of episodes like that, right?

Normally, everybody, royal road.

The most effective magic word is grabbed and Elma silences herself for a moment.

When the two of them, who felt comfortable, stepped forward even more,

― Is that so?

But she finally pushed up the bridge of her glasses.

Huh?

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but one person pointed out that the romance novel you lent me earlier is not appropriate as a textbook for social common sense or emotional education. I have secured another textbook from a new route."

That's how they opened their eyes to something Elma took out of the cloth bag.