The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"It's beautiful, Mother. The blue dress that matches my eyes is like a sea spirit that appears in an ancient myth."

"Thank you. You're in a bad mood, aren't you?

The dance venue on the eve of the inaugural ceremony.

Juliana raised her eyebrows and replied to her son, who had reached out as an escort on the big staircase leading to the main hall.

Even the praise of "ancient" seems to criticize the opponent as getting older, and in the first place, the Spirit of the Sea (Serene) is treated as a monster unlike other fairies.

When she leaned her neck more worried than in a mood of disgruntlement, Lucas looked ill.

"- Excuse me. Thank you. I've been nervous for the last few days."

"Unusual. Even a powerful enemy appeared?

"That's right. It was a tough, sticky enemy."

Return that answer as you continue down the stairs in a smooth motion.

Interested and pursued by Juliana, Lucas began explaining that he was "raided every night."

Lucas von Rudendorf is a brilliant martial arts young man blessed with a masculine, straightforward appearance and long body.

Excellent in the cultivation required as a nobleman, even though there is occasional indifference characteristic of the overblessed, it is also popular to be friendly with everyone.

Moreover, since he was the "second" prince, there was no trouble in marrying him, and if he was guaranteed a higher status than marrying those nobles, there would have been no crowd of women.

Lucas herself and the lovely ladies enjoyed much of her time, so up until now, she had walked only with adult play, but when she came here, the women suddenly changed the color of their eyes.

"... well, if you play against everyone in the royal palace and the domestic aristocrats at the ball, your fiancée is practically the same."

"As you said."

Yes, it is.

Lucas, who had been slow to hold this event, finally went to the ball, and the lady - not to mention the maid from the civilian population - lit it all at once.

It's cute as a far-fetched invitation or a plea in a letter.

But when he crawled into the ambush at night, and came with aphrodisiacs, and it was a day in a row, Lucas had difficulty too.

After all, I managed to get through the prom by declaring that I would not dance with anybody but my mother's escort.

It is no shame to escort the widow's mother to her unmarried son, but Lucas wondered if she could not leave the woman without the help of her parents after nineteen years.

"I can't just raise my hand if I don't have someone to listen to. It would have been easier if we had eliminated the Beast."

Juliana glanced at her blurry son.

"I'm not going to make a specific person right away. If you were a noble lady, a princess of another country, or a daughter of a civilian ascendant, everyone would be convinced."

It is unusual for a royal family, but in the case of Lucas, even if there is romance with civilians rather than already in the Knights, "It's like a story! It was not hard to imagine that they would be welcomed.

"Well, Mother, you must have the roots of what I refused to get engaged a few years ago. Okay, please. I have an idea."

"Isn't that a bluish ideal? If so, face reality more. As a mother, I would recommend a woman who is good at making tea even if she is low, who is fluent in language, skillful in hand, unexpected and exciting every day."

"... I don't know who that is.

Lucas answered worried about his expression.

It was a false assertion that I had previously cut off, but after seeing the face of "her" the other day and seeing an unexpected and unreliable state, my heart is a little shaken.

At the same time as I lamented his insecurity, there was also the "policy" he had held for many years, and Lucas was hardly allowed to approve of Elma.

"I can't make a specific partner before my brother-in-law."

Jokingly speaking of the policy, Juliana opened her eyes for a moment and said, "Whatever."

"You must be lying. Don't tell me you're defending Prince Felix? To the prince of all foolishness and his reputation?

As the crowd gradually approached downstairs, he asked quietly, keeping only his smiling face on the surface.

Just then, one of his servants shouted aloud, "Former Princess Juliana and Prince Lucas' audience," making it difficult to talk any more.

"--Does your mother think that he is the Prince of Fools?

Lucas' little whisper was lost in the grains of light spilled from the chandelier and in the waves of beautiful dresses and perfumes worn by women.

Yoran Svaldo, a violinist with a reputation for being loved by God, was in a terrible mood.

A granular chandelier overhead, a tasteful dish at the table across the street, and beautiful ladies in front of his eyes, but nothing like that can comfort him.

All he ever really wanted was to hone his skills and play beautifully polished music, not to trace a sleepy background song with a talented orchestra.

Yoran was sick and tired of hearing the loudeness of the next loudspeaker.

(Too low level. I really shouldn't have taken this conversation.)

Gently exhale in your chest regrets that you don't know how many times it will be.

Yoran cursed herself for refusing to perform at a dance party because of her sweet words about supporting musical activities in the three countries.

(Boring. That sucks. This is a blasphemy for music.)

Yoran is young. I am also confident in my skills.

There was a place where I ran brilliantly, seemingly making fun of others who couldn't get there.

However, it is also a love for music and a reversal of faith.

(Music is the absolute beauty that makes people kneel over the differences between language and even God they believe in. Even though it is not something that can be consumed like such a nasty performance combination.)

It's fun to follow a set of steps just like you practiced.

Music is not an accompaniment to monkey art such as dancing.

You deserve more indulgence and praise.

However, it seems unlikely that the opportunity for Yoran as a musician to achieve his true flair will be at this ball.

No, the Marquis of Luden, who sent me this invitation, asked me to show him the "Supreme Trill" at best.

Yoran's Trill, which rushes up the sound level many times faster than ordinary people, has a reputation for even feeling the grace of God and is his "selling". A gentle waltz is an unnecessary technique, but there will be a lot of attention.

I don't care when I abandoned my relationship with such a boring band, so if Yoran even got a signal - the Marquis of Rottner promised to give me a signal when it would attract the most attention - I was going to show him the Trill right away.

(But... it's still boring.)

Yoran thought it would be nice to have a competitor competing for the top of the music, or even a muse who would otherwise like to dedicate his music.

The meeting is going on without a clue.

Pretty noble ladies and the next King Felix, who is the lead actor, have already appeared - an unexpectedly thin man, who seemed more worthy of the king than the second prince who appeared a while ago - and after finishing his first greeting, it is the luck that the servants of the royal palace will appear one after another.

Although inviting non-aristocrats is not unusual, it is less and less likely that muses will emerge from servants.

Yoran gave up his breath and put his hands on the last phrase of the background song.

- Oh, my God.

At that time, the air in the venue rocked greatly.

People gaze at the top of the big stairs at once.

Yoran followed suit and looked down the red carpeted staircase.

――……

And he took an unexpected breath.

There were angels standing at the top of the stairs.

The girl in the raw color dress was quietly looking down at us with her slender limbs straight out.

Eyes like dawn sky that tighten up people even from afar.

The skin was milk-smooth, full of delicate beauty, with well-tied hair, slightly colored lips, subtle nose bands and shaded eyelashes.

The understated hem design, narrowed with a jeweled belt just below her chest and covering her feet without spreading, makes her look innocent anyway.

A beautiful girl who is unclean, ragged, and doesn't think she's from the world.

No one can keep an eye on her as she slowly goes down the stairs.

Yoran also kept playing the last sound of the song longer than necessary.

No, everyone in the band is. Only the last phrase is thrown.

Yoran watched for a while as she moved smoothly as a refined melody.

After she disappeared from her sight, she finally returned to me.

(Oh my god....)

I think it's blurry as I lower my bow.

I can't believe I'm distracted by something other than music.

Lucas was always on the winner's side in the love rush.

He's the one who's jerking and pulling.

Women are usually approaching from the other side, so you can gracefully tie your feet together and wait for it.

Pick up a woman who comes by with a sweet voice, lift her up and put her mouth against her.

When you get tired, shrug each other's shoulders and break up with a smile. That repetition.

So, this was the first time I thought about rushing to a standing woman.

"- Hey."

Speaking with a slightly impatient voice, the opponent looks up and turns around.

A girl with dawn colors in her eyes lowered her long eyelashes and gracefully cut her hem to thank her.

"Prince Lucas will make you happy."

The technique has an object like a princess of a country, but at the same time it has a very light fragrance.

At the moment of thanksgiving, Lucas unconsciously turned his arm to surround the girl, realizing that his throat rang from his slender shoulders to his bare nose.

"I mean, that's what I'm doing today. What happened to your glasses, Elma?"

"Isn't that strange?

"--no... it's very beautiful."

I have a bad tooth cut.

I didn't really feel like myself when I saw a beautiful girl in front of me and didn't get any words to celebrate it.

By the way, I just felt completely irrational, such as throwing out a mother to be escorted and talking to a maid instead of a woman and a noble lady I was dating.

Besides, when I called her name earlier, the surroundings started scratching.

You realized that the beautiful girl in front of you was the same person as the rumored "something incredible maid".

Lucas realized that he had failed and was about to bite his teeth.

"It's beautiful, but... it's too beautiful. I've been watching you for a while now, not even your brother-in-law. Didn't you hate to stand out?

"Technically, I don't like to stand out, I don't like to be out of the ordinary."

"... what?

Returning indifferently, Lucas narrowed his eyes unexpectedly.

However, the girl in front of her seemed to have no doubts about his teeth.

"If you are challenged, do your best to respond to it. Fighting each other with fists in common, and eventually deepening understanding and friendship. That's the 'royal road' that His Majesty is familiar with?

"... what?

"To be honest, I didn't think that even the textbooks you lent to Dirk (...) would suggest participation in this ball. But after reading from both the female (Gerda) textbook and the master's textbook," Come to the sunny place with all your might, "it was decided that it was common sense to enter this place with all your equipment."

"What are you talking about?

I don't understand what Elma is saying.

But somehow, I was able to comprehend that I was filled with a disturbing feeling.

When she tries to take her arm, the girl who looks like a poor fairy flickers it.

"Oops. Avoid tampering with enemies because you don't know where they're coming from. However, if the lid of the battle is broken - please help me then."

"So what the hell are you talking about!?

It's about friendship, effort and victory.

That doesn't make any sense.

Elma quickly turned her heel back.

Her eyes followed the fluffy, understated hem.

Hey......! That was Elma!? Wow, that's great! More than you can imagine!

And there, my mother Juliana speaks in the less exciting language of Lalando.

She watched carefully behind Elma as she gracefully and boldly watched the waves of people.

Ahh......! I thought it would be a beautiful girl, but I can't believe it's this beautiful. Gerda was worthy of accommodating dresses and cosmetics!

"Did my mother bite one?

When Lucas turned around a little bit, there was more voice.

"Oh, Lucas. Is that Elma? Amazing. The young Knights are colorful."

The Knights Lieutenant Squadron Commander Dirk.

Wrapped in a rarely tight formal costume with a nasty face and huge body, he was scratching his cheeks a little confused.

"A long time ago, somehow... it's a beautiful 'woman'. I lent you my favorite book the other day with the feeling of treating my brother, but it might have been a bit early."

"... what?

Remember the unpleasant hunch and inadvertently ask with a sword-eating voice.

Then Dirk answered with a blank answer.

"No, Elma was concerned that you denied what she was teaching. I was asked to lend me books that would be general education or shared knowledge among all of us, so I lent me my best seller."

…………

Without asking who the best seller was, Lucas almost looked up to heaven.

Dirk likes "hot blood" where hard-working heroes challenge their genius rivals to victory or join forces with their allies to defeat powerful enemies.

(If you think it's common sense to "defeat enemies with all your might"... you can't expect a duel, a fight, a war... to happen here?

It would have been better for Elma to think of romance novels that are at least separate from combat scenes as "common sense."

Such thoughts dazzle my head.

And at such a time as to prove it, a little incident broke out across the wave, where the ladies were gathering.

"You said Elma. Aren't you getting a little overzealous for the maid!?

With a high voice, Kashan! And the sound of the thin glass cracking echoed.

You don't have to use so much reasoning to understand.

An arrogant type of noble lady had a tantrum, threatening to snatch a man's gaze.

And Lucas unfortunately knew that he had the temperament to throw glasses easily without saying good sense in such a place.

Caloline, daughter of the Count Finnen family.

The girl who tried to approach Lucas with aphrodisiacs.

"Oh, my hand slipped. A raw dress would be an important treasure to you, I'm sorry. But a maid would be good at laundry, wouldn't she? Why don't you go back to your station before the wine soaks deep inside?

As you get closer, you'll see a caroline face that resembles a picture of pride.

As soon as she put this in view, she suddenly changed her attitude and had a sweet expression.

"Well, Prince Lucas! What's the matter with you? What if you asked me to be your first dancer?

Unfortunately, Lucas couldn't afford to enjoy the fast-paced transformation, even though it was a trick.

He was worried.

"It sounded like we didn't deserve the conversation between the ladies. What the hell..."

"Ah, you're very kind. As you can see, I accidentally (...) gave her wine. But it's her fault."

Caroline just sneaks up on us.

But instead, Lucas became more and more worried when he saw a girl standing up in a white dress dyed red.

"She's been asking for an apology, so I've been totally scared, but I'm relieved your Highness is here."

"Hey."

"Please dance a song, right? I polish my dance for this day -"

"Hey, Caroline von Finen."

The Countess continued her myths with a slow voice.

"Do you... understand what ignited you?

"... what?

Caroline is gloomy, but faster than Lucas explains.

- Pasha.

There was a faint sound of water playing around.

Turning around briefly, Elma was still standing silent.

A beautiful girl was holding an empty wine glass in her slender hand and showering its contents in her white (...) dress.

………… Ah, what are you-- "

"As Caroline von Finen told me, I saw that I preferred talking with my fist to talking with my mouth, so I thought it would be a red and white game (...)."

At last, Elma quietly opens her mouth, but Caroline doesn't understand the meaning of the word.

The Countess fluttered her thick-painted lips with a cold sweat.

"Ko, this is a big deal....?

"Yes. With all due respect, I, Elma, will be the red of the advance."

"Hee......?

In front of the clinging Caroline, Elma lifted a part of her hem and tore it to the edge of her right leg for no reason.

"Hmm...?!

Not only men, but also the women around them, have red faces in the instant glare of their thighs.

But Elma didn't stop there, she put her hand in the hair that was clearly tied up and dared to disturb it.

"----------------!"

The next moment appeared was the glorious red queen.

She was an extraordinarily gorgeous, bold, puzzling, magical beautiful girl, crawling her loosely wavy black hair on her bare shoulders and smiling with distressing dawn eyes.

"Could you help me?

The trick is to lean your neck and lift your right hand toward Lucas.

Even the whispering voice is as sweet as honey.

It smells like a leaning whore, choking back.

(Please...)

Even with the illusion of melting his brain, Lucas stared desperately at his arm, which had taken his hand with conditional reflexes.

Even so, he was worried.

Miss Caroline, who will break her nose thoroughly from now on, and herself, who will be attached to it.

(What a face...)

The girl's face today is filled with seditious beauty that falls every man.

Full, but more than that,

- Very well, then. War.

I was overwhelmed with the protagonists of the youth magazine who just said that.