The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

After dancing through the waltz and deciding on the finish of the congregation, Lucas sighed deeply.

(Ooh, with a pale blue face....)

I look at Caroline and feel sympathetic as she stares at us in circles of people.

She used to say that there was no one to the right at the dance.

You wouldn't even think of words if you showed me such a perfect act. To be clear, it's not a good fit.

As a prince, I've never seen a skilled geisha before, and I've never seen a daughter take such a stunning step.

No, it wasn't just dancing that was great.

At the moment she invited her, Lucas clearly felt that the morale of the band had increased and the quality of the music had changed.

Perhaps, it will be difficult to maintain the quality of this performance without Elma.

She embodied the supreme beauty with the best music and the best dance.

(I didn't have to do anything like that...)

In Lucas' view, Caroline had already lost her game in the first five seconds.

That said, the poor mad warrior in his arm still doesn't break his fighting posture.

Instead, I found out who Caroline was, and I talked to her with my face.

"Thank you for waiting, Caroline von Finen. Now it's your turn."

"Ah... eh... yeah... ah"

You want me to dance? In this situation.

With the caroline, the color of blood is lost and I can see that I'm about to faint anymore.

"Elma, don't. Can a lady like you dance this much?"

The perpetrator was supposed to be Caroline, but when he sent her a rescue boat, Elma leaned her head suspiciously.

"So much? But that was the easiest kind of waltz, right? Hello, Shabaa."

"No, don't say that. That's enough, please."

With the line of the example, Elma's mouth, which was stopping her breath, rushed over.

But she looked up at us unintentionally when she took the hand.

"Why? Is this weird? With the help of his allies, he goes to challenge a mighty existence. Isn't this a general development?

"I've already beaten you through the challenge. Look, forget all the books you borrowed from Dirk and read them."

But...

It seems that it was not in my heart that I was denied what I thought would finally become the base of common sense when I became Elma.

Lucas sighed as he saw a stubborn expression - in vain and so cute.

"If so, think this way. The hero in the book didn't show his back to the enemy who ran away, did he? You may refuse those who come, but do not chase those who leave. That's good sense."

"Ahh....."

Elma blinked her eyes.

Then, realizing that Caroline was twitching and falling behind, she finally showed her satisfaction.

That's right.

Now, finally, when Lucas and I relaxed the tension, but it happened.

It's a muse.

An exotic nuance speaks to a young violinist.

"I mean it, and you mean it. Why don't you hit it?"

He whistled the instrument in his hand high.

It is a supreme echo that clearly distinguishes itself from before.

A musician spins his life, and it's just the tone of his body.

"Lord Yoran Svaldo?

As a prince, Lucas, who knew the identity of the youth, murmured bewildered.

Genius and reputation - that is, dance music like this can be done in one hand, he leaned his neck and quickly arrived at the answer to why he started playing the violin with a challenging look on Elma's face.

--The simplest class of waltz.

Perhaps Elma's words set his mind on fire.

Earlier, Elma was at liberty to "manipulate" the performance.

Music was used as a tool to enhance dance. It would have been humiliating for him to think that music was supreme.

Yoran is trying to prove Elma's arrogance by pointing to a serious performance.

"Natural music is a wild horse that is supple and unstoppable. Can you do that?

That's what he snorted at, a chest blow, and a really unusual phrase.

A vivid melody very unfit for dancing.

Elma told her face about her confused surroundings.

Prince Lucas.

"... what?"

"A new rival has emerged. I'm from over there, so it's good sense not to refuse."

…………

How did that happen?

It was Lucas's honest feeling.

No, that's...

How can I convince them without contradiction? Fast thinking in the back of your head.

"Can you help me again? Let's fight together."

However, it seems that the short time became a vendetta.

Elma quickly took Lucas's hand and jumped back into the dance hall.

(Ahh... ahh...! What... what...!

Yoran was delighted.

Music overflowing your body.

Excitement that fills your whole body.

Joran thanked God for fulfilling his destiny in an exotic land.

(Wow... wonderful... my music is leaning against me without a single grain of wheat... no, it's transcending...!

Since his childhood, his love for music was deep, and his interpretation and expression deviated from what ordinary people could comprehend.

From just one sound, he can sense and express endless stories and colors, but for others it's just one sound.

My musical feelings and those of others are too different in size.

I've always been unhappy with Yoran.

However, the girl in front of her now understands and expresses Yoran's intentions without disturbing the sound.

The sadness in the tone, the play with a very slight shift in tempo, and the tension in the finish - they are displayed beautifully with one fingertip movement and one back shift.

Yoran felt that the scene he put into the music was passed on to the girl without thinking about the dimensions.

And I understood that the music that she had gained physical movement was portrayed as a vast story.

(Ah... I can see...! After my music and her dance blended together... there was an infinite world...!

Yoran intended to depict the budding and extinction of a country in the song he was playing.

Animals gently grazing under the clear sky and caring for them.

Settlements become villages and eventually merge slowly with their surroundings to form a large country.

A large stone building. The fruitful season.

But all of a sudden, the enemy comes.

Unilateral ravages, people fleeing.

Flying fires, full of resentment and despair...

It is a scenario in which emotions are violently exchanged, which cannot be expressed in a common waltz.

But the girl carved the fighter lightly at times, and boldly took turns at times, showing vividly the fate of a country with a sad fate.

(Fu, I see, by slowly lowering your extended fingers, you're implying a disturbing future... But how about this? Oh... what a daring jump... the wind-infused leaves of the trees spinning away from my partner... an expression of unfortunate fate...! An interpretation that goes one step further than music... Damn, that's brilliant...! Then next....!

I don't want a full orchestra.

To represent the world, just one player and one dancer.

But - who will take the lead?

Yoran and Elma continued to aim for far higher heights while intertwining their gaze at times.

(Hey! How long have you been doing this, Yoran Svaldo!

On the other hand, there is one person who is not far away.

It is Clemens, whose skin is just scratching and rubbing his nose desperately.

He had a strong sense of crisis about Yoran not seeing us at all earlier.

"Su... wow! What a vivid chasse!

"Hey look at that... fast windmill...! Wow, what a wind! That's a lot of wind speed!

"Ah, there's smoke coming from the floor due to friction heat!

From the audience, the feeling of seeing it at the martial arts rather than at the ball rose one after the other, but Clement was not that far away.

(What are you playing with your ecstasy face?! Fucking asshole! You just have to play the Trill!

It's a setup. A perfectly arranged plan will collapse.

At that time, Clement opened her eyes slightly as Yoran, who had an unparalleled smile on his mouth, showed a unique attitude.

I don't think so.

"Ah, I wonder if this is one of Yoran Svaldo's specialty 'The Supreme Trill' poses."

Felix whispers slowly as he tilts around the wine glass.

At the same time - it was so intense that the air trembled that the treble of the treble resounded!

(Not now, you're lying ahhhhhh!

Clement almost collapsed on the spot.

Turning his gaze with a cold sweat, there is a young man who is desperately trying to capture the movement near Prince Lucas' dance.

Certainly it was Clement who grasped his weakness and ordered Lucas to step through his feet with shoes with poison needles.

However, it seems that the princes are stepping too fast to grasp the timing of taking their feet at all, and they are sticking out their jaws and one foot halfway.

(You look like a child who can't get into Nagano!

I'm really suspicious of my behavior.

I mean, I don't want you to get me a poison needle right now.

It's only about "it looks like Felix fell down with the wine he handed over."

If you are poisoned independently of wine, it will be troublesome.

(Damn it, I'm done with this plan for now. I'll take care of him personally so he doesn't break his mouth.)

It was a grievous mistake not to decide to stop the operation.

I didn't expect to reuse it from the edge because it's a disposable token anyway.

Clement approached the inferior man and raised his arm to "dispose" him with the poison needle he had put in the ring, but before that, the excited Yoran played the "Supreme Trill" again.

――……

When the torril rang, the inferior man, who had only been trained to stab, finally rushed into Lucas, who was spinning at high speed, as if he was in a hurry.

Clemens stretched his arm out of the crowd, and instead, the lower man's leg was swinging down towards Lucas's leg -!

Au lai!

- Pam!

The next moment, along with the shouting, a sharp clap that rips the air apart.

Clement doubted the sight before her.

A strange silence that seemed to contain Toryl by his applause.

The girl with her hands overlapping her head was straightening her spine and at the same time jumping one foot outwards.

The leg stretches softly to the toes, firmly lifting the inferior man's leg.

Yes, it is.

The girl kicked up the assassin with each shoe with a poison needle.

Regardless of what mechanics were working, the inferior man, who was lifted by a girl with one leg, was still in a strange pose, trembling and trembling.

"Uhh... ah, ahh..."

"Interrupting into a dance is innocent. Only partner women can step on your feet."

The girl was teaching with a magical expression, but when she saw the bottom of the lower man's shoe, she leaned her neck strangely.

Then, for about three seconds, he carefully stared at the waiter's face and the tip of his gaze.

"Um, hello..."

Well done.

But before she said anything, an exotic musician stood up and applauded.

When the girl turned around, the waiter clapped his butt at the applause and ran away.

Yoran did not give her a glance, but rather approached the beautiful girl and knelt down on the spot and looked up at her warmly.

"Sensitivity to sounds that cross me equally, depth of interpretation, and rich expression. I understood for the first time today that there is art alongside music. A stunning dance that took away every soul… Especially from steps like spinning a cone that I showed at the same time as a torril, I felt the breath of God physically."

Rolling Yaderoud.

I wonder if my mother tongue is very excited.

Even Clement, who had exchanges with other countries, could only hear fragments, but it seemed unusual for the girl to hear it.

"No, it's music and dancing with a partner lead. If it was wonderful, it was all thanks to music and His Highness."

Ah, I'm even giving it back fluently.

Seems modest, but Yoran shook his head violently to block it.

"What are you talking about?! Your dancing skills are better than anyone I've ever seen. [M] No, to be perfectly clear, it's beyond the realm of knowledge!

Well, no, not at all, just normal...

O God! If this is normal, what should I believe? [M] Or is that so? You're the god. God, I can't handle these powers, anomalies, no, miracles!

Abnormal...... no, uh-

Lucas raised his eyebrows as he gazed at the unusual pressure on Elma, holding his disturbed breath.

(It's unusual for a bomb to explode like this.)

With that heartless remark, it was usual for the other party who had already admitted defeat to go through his heart.

That's why I was so enthusiastically praised - I can't hear it completely, but it's still calories enough to convey my intentions - and I wondered if that kind of feeling wouldn't happen, but I still feel strange.

It seems to be deflected somewhere.

"What's the matter, Elma? It's an unusual triumph. Are you finally ready to accept the fact that you're not normal?

"The fact that it's not normal? Oh, no."

As for Lucas, I tried to say so lightly with the intention to lift Elma, who showed off a slippery dance, but her reaction was different from what I expected.

Like someone pointing to the stars, I accidentally distracted myself.

Then she protested leaning down.

"Not much, Your Highness. Because I am apparently aware that it seems out of common sense, I am diligently searching for" normal "in accordance with the values of the maid and deputy squadron commander. When I wonder if this is really 'normal', but I'm sure it's the right thing to do in Shaba, I'm trying to push my suspicions and kill them, and be foolish about 'normal'."

"If so, it's too stupid. If you were to realize that romance and militant novels could not become teaching books, please turn back at that point."

Unexpectedly, Lucas plunged in and Elma pulled her chin slightly scared.

Then he threw his gaze at the waves of people again, and then sighed small and raised his face as if he had decided to prepare.

"--Your Highness."

"What is it?"

"I was reluctant to say this because I thought it was' normal ', but in light of my personal values - and I cannot deny the possibility that those values are not normal - I was still foolish enough to say one word here..."

I have a bad tooth cut because I'm about to break her code.

"As before, if it is enough to demonstrate the abilities of individuals, is it a bit too much for a maid to reveal a conspiracy? It is not normal. Even though His Highness said earlier," Don't chase those who leave ", I feel unconscionable and uncomfortable to insist on pursuing it."

"What is it? Just say it."

"The prince was about to be poisoned."

Lucas was stiff to Elma, who had really spoken out.

"-What?"

"Bad guy, I kicked my leg earlier, waitress. The murder weapon was a poison needle placed in the shoe. And now the mastermind is chasing the waiter and shaking down the ring with the poison needle -"

Elma quickly took off her shoes and whimpered! and threw it diagonally back.

--Ohh....!

"Ugh!

Every once in a while, the sound of your shoes hitting your body bluntly sounds like a scream of anguish.

Elma continued pointing to the person who was crouched on the spot.

Marquis Clement von Rotner.

The air in the dance hall freezes.

Elma distracted herself as she constricted herself into a quiet space.

"It's still not normal to expose a conspiracy in three seconds..."

It was a fading voice.