The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

25. Daughters of prostitutes or abductors

"What about Cole?

As soon as Hydemarie moved the token, the man sitting opposite shouted with a nauseous face.

Huh?

"Royal hand (check), right? Say it properly. It's manners."

is told in sour female words (...), and Hydemarie blinks long eyelashes.

She looked at the board and tilted her neck.

"That's true. I already checked. Hey, I didn't mean to kill you so fast."

"What? Are you trying to say I'm weak?

When asked with a gentle voice, Hydemarie smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"What's the matter? Are you in a good mood, Liesel? Didn't you decide on your makeup?

"Huh? My balls still shine today. She's a nerve-wracking woman."

As the person said, the person called Riesel wears makeup like a woman.

Smooth skin on thinned eyebrows.

Together with their long stretched hair and neutral appearance, they had a wonderful naturalness and unique beauty.

Is the year after mid-thirty?

They are paired with tight trousers and a loose white shirt that looks like a thin line man or a happy woman in a riding suit.

However, it was clear from clothes that were completely invisible wrinkles, well-coordinated accessories and subtle but luxurious accessories that he had a few steps better taste than those women.

Rezel rubbed under her lips with her beautifully cared fingertips before poking her cheek cane in a mood.

"Oh, I'm really upset. What's on this board? What do you want? You should only scratch the men around you, you sexy bitch."

"... I think it was you who pushed down the Gilbert and named the match, but Rezel. You really don't like me."

"It must have been before. I hate things like loving mothers the most in the world."

Riesel snorts when Hydemarie says stunned.

The interaction was not so much a conversation between men and women as a conversation between women who did not agree with each other.

Liesel Estman.

This man, from the capital of art and the famous Yaderoud, was imprisoned for kidnapping successively the children of the royal aristocracy.

However, it was unusual for the kidnapped person to assert that "I thought it would make me happier if I seized it," and for the ladies who were seized to say that "I was happy when I was beside Riesel's mother."

Rezel was born a man with a woman's heart.

While wearing more "feminine charm" than the princess, he was desperate not to give birth to a child on his own. As if to make up for it, he found the girls who had been bullied or subdued without appearance, and took them away and taught the talent of women.

From skin care to makeup, walking, speaking, embroidery to dancing, to temptation.

Exercises that were sometimes harsh also changed the spirit of the girls, who were imprinted with loyalty to Rezel while acquiring the supreme beauty.

It seemed like the chicks were wholeheartedly admiring the parent bird.

Rezel also became a captive of the blindly dedicated "love from children" and gradually began to consciously brainwash.

"You're rude, Liesel. Just because I'm jealous of how blessed I am with a wonderful daughter named Elma, don't tell people like ruthless mothers."

"It's true that Elma is the best daughter I've ever had. But isn't it true that you're a ruthless mother?

As soon as I told him to include the crime of jealousy, Riesel immediately replied.

"You can let her go so easily."

The voice was cold enough not to resemble a subtle exchange.

Hey, Liesel...

"Hydemarie, what are you thinking?

He put the token down, stopped the high demeanor that was about to wake him up from the sofa, and continued to throw up.

"I'll tell you what, I'm not like the rest of them who are just stuck complaining. They are" fathers ". I am her sister and a 'mother'. The depth of love is different. I can't believe you kicked Elma out this time, and I feel angry with you."

Noble cat-like eyes collide with beautiful make-up eyes.

Rezel blinked slowly, and the next time he opened his eyes, he decided to throw away the "reward for chess" that he had barely maintained until then and have a conversation that he stepped on.

When Hydemarie finds the black queen that was moving earlier, she picks it up.

Then he glanced at the prostitute with a watermark.

"- Hey, Hydemarie. You were born in a Luden country, weren't you? And he barely refused to be called a whore of the first kingdom, and beheld the king of that kingdom, and touched him against his scales. As a result, it was rumored that the demon survived, and Gilbert, the heroes who defended it, were thrown into this Valzer prison. Isn't it?

…………

Hydemarie doesn't say anything.

However, I lifted one elegant eyebrow with dexterity.

"What a mess. If the Son of the Demon tribe actually lived there, he would have been killed instantly, and the Demon tribe was a depressed species in the past. Survival is the story of the world of novels. In other words, the devil tribes made up - a blatant sin."

Rezel threw a dexterity token, caught it in the air, and then slowly walked towards Hydemarie.

"Even Gilberto, I know I shouldn't have put it on you while I was holding off on my engagement with the princess, but it's not a crime enough to go to jail. Almost all of it, right? Because he's an idiot and honest, isn't he obsessed with blaming the great corruption of the country?

Luxurious sofa.

Turn it around from behind, put your hands on your back, and peek into Hydemarie from behind.

As she glanced up while sitting, Liesel grabbed the thin jaw and lifted it up.

"Absurd sin. A hungry prison. But that was made possible because the king of the great power of Rouden turned his hand to make a loan to the countries of the time. Isn't that right?"

Rezel gently approached his face and whispered, "Hey," as if to seduce him.

"Until now, we've called you [lust] and Gil [anger], but the truth is the opposite. In fact, Gil was a fool who drowned in eroticism and set up a prison (no) that was easy for you to live in. And after fifteen years, thou shalt not forget thy wrath, thou stubborn, savageless avenger."

In a dim room, Liesel's eyes sparkled.

He filled the high demeanor with a sharp voice, like a beast to protect his child.

"You... didn't send Elma to scratch Rouden around."

…………

Hydemarie doesn't say anything.

Beside the two staring at each other, the face of the royal hand penetrated the silence.