The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Scraped carpet and a lousy sofa.

The chandeliers, of course, don't even have candlesticks, but only the moonlight that plugs through the small windows near the ceiling.

In such a poor, dim room, Clement sighed out an uncertain number of times.

"---... why..."

From your mouth, you hear a roar as you sigh.

Clement continued to murmur angrily, not knowing how many times we rebelled.

"Why... why..."

It is a room in the royal castle.

However, it was not at all similar to the Marquis, who was a priest and prime minister, and the room, which was stuck in one of the spires, was very uncomfortable.

However, given the room under house arrest until the verdict of conviction, it is a reasonable environment.

However, Clemens could not accept the fact that he was "trapped" there.

Only a few moments after a maid named Elma accused herself at a ball.

And Clement was seized by the guard, and his body was thoroughly examined, and he was made to sign an oath that he would come to the king's own inquiry, and he was thrown into this room.

Exactly, it was a quick event.

"Why...."

Faced with a situation that far exceeded my understanding, Clement was just stunned, but he kept lowering his hips on the sofa and now his thinking ability is finally back.

It was just a lot of questions that started with the word "why."

Why did Elma find herself behind this?

Why did the surroundings believe it lightly?

Why is there such a smooth set of procedures?

(No....)

The maid arrived at Clement's murder because she looked at herself as she tried to put her hands on a naughty man.

And the surroundings believed her accusations lightly because of various physical evidence from Clement, who had been seized.

For example, a ring with a poison needle.

The same needle that I put on the bottom of the inferior man's shoe with the same ingredients.

The letter you used to threaten the inferior man.

In addition, the surroundings testified one after the other to fold it.

For example, the Marquis often threatened servants or took horseshoes out of the First Prince's room.

I was once ordered to steal the maid's brooch, or did I seem to be meeting with an exotic musician alone?

Each one is a trivial rumor.

But when they are combined, people find immovable "truth" there.

When all the people in the royal castle, regardless of their status, gather together, and the witness starts testifying together, the situation starts to move at once.

This was originally a sketch that Clement was supposed to draw in order to make the "Felix Mastermind Theory" a fait accompli.

However, if I open the lid, the inscription is about to tighten my neck.

"Why....."

The most inexplicable thing was the smooth progress.

A prime minister deceived the king's first prince and tried to kill him.

It was also on the eve of the inaugural ceremony.

However, as far as it was discovered, the surroundings were not really confused, and they handled the task of capturing and judging Clement.

(It's as if... someone had set it up beforehand...)

Isn't it strange?

There are only foolish princes at the top of this country who can do nothing without themselves.

Felix.

A shallow prince who is ill-headed, irritating and unable to make any realistic arrangements.

But yes.

Immediately after the maid pointed at us, he ordered Clement's capture.

Without any confusion or hesitation, it was so pale.

"Hi, Clemens. How are you feeling?

At that time, Clement shook her shoulders with a loud voice without any premonition.

Standing in the blue shadow of the moon was Felix, the person he had just imagined.

But something is different than usual.

With a strange heartbeat in mind, Clemens noticed.

Your spine is tightly stretched.

"It's almost dawn. The instantaneous formula starts at 10: 00. But I want to get rid of all the old dirt before my new era begins. [M] I've decided to screw your interrogation before that. [M] I mean, it starts at dawn."

Clement was stunned to hear Felix speak smoothly.

Yes, smooth.

His tone is not sweet at all.

As he approached step by step, his face was tightened, and his eyes peered with unbeatable intelligence.

"I don't want to wake up too many people, so I'm going to conduct the interrogation on the inside. I don't want to mess with the people. Don't you think such kindness is important to those who stand up?

And horrible cruelty.

"---... ah..."

Your mouth is pounding and murmuring leaks.

But I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

Felix laughed with a smile at Clement, who stared at her with his hips off the sofa.

"What's wrong? Surprised?

…………

"That's right. You made me a prince of all fools, because you were a useful man."

He walks like a graceful cat.

When she came to Clement, she pressed her chest with her fingertips.

With that alone, Clement immediately felt as if her legs had melted and collapsed into the sofa without much force.

I see. You seem vulnerable to sudden emergencies, so why don't we reward you for everything you've done and explain how you'll be waiting for us in the future?

The prince still has a strange scent of sweet flowers.

The moment she inhaled it, Clement felt a dull numbness in one corner of her head.

"I don't know where to start.... yes, I knew that you had made your father king a pawn and enjoyed all kinds of power honey. Compared to the king's children, I decided to take care of them with the greatest ease. The third and fourth princes were expelled from the country."

Felix talks calmly, but the content hardly gets into his head.

Clement just looked up at him, stiff as an idiot.

"But as for me, it wasn't a problem. You'll automatically push me up if you spend some time alone. You don't complain, do you? However, if you go up to the top, I won't need your work anymore. And you... tried to kill Lucas with my horse tool. It was a little too much."

"... Lucas, Your Highness..."

"Yes, I'm pretty good at buying that guy. He's kind of like a wild conjecture. He's been realizing my nature for a long time. A man like that can be tied up with a woman or a parent, but I definitely want to keep him with me. I can't let you do that."

While listening, Clement was vague and wondering how long she had been mistaken about the nature of this prince.

In the days of his ancestors, Clement, in the name of "counseling," gradually poured his sacred powers into his head and brainwashed him.

I should have treated Felix the same way.

- No, it's not. When I talked to him, it was usual for me to get all irritated and disgust me first.

(Yes... when I talk to the prince, I always get upset... and I try to kill the prince... quickly... quickly...)

I wonder why I chose the bold strategy of killing royalty over emotion.

Even if there was a failure, he barely even rethinked the operation and tried to carry it awkward.

In a position of power, the musician is used to kill with wine and a poison needle.

At that time, I certainly thought it was a great plan, but now I don't know why I took such a sloppy and man-hour method.

But... yes.

I feel like I decided to do this just after I had a conversation with Felix.

Looking up, Felix gently narrowed his eyes and nodded.

It was just that.

"Well, I'm going to interrogate you, but I'm going to do the same thing you used to do when you threw inconvenient people into jail. In other words, if the accused makes a 'confession', he will be sentenced immediately. Witnesses will be prepared by the judge, and defense counsel will not be prepared unless there is a candidate. Looks like it'll be over in five minutes. Because you're going to make a confession right away."

"Don't, don't hurt me...."

Above and beyond revealing all his guilt and manoeuvres, Clement was frustrated by the impetus of Felix.

I can't move.

Felix's arm is slowly approaching me with that sweet perfume or something.

"Now, look closely at my palm. Take a big breath. Everything I set up this afternoon..."

"It's me."

At that time, the person with the candlestick suddenly appeared in the space where only the moonlight was supposed to shine, and Clement opened her eyes slightly.

At the same time, he realized that his body, which seemed to have been tied up, was loose and free to move.

"You...!"

In a hurry, he raised his gaze, and Clement was once again stunned.

In the dark, a girl with glossy black hair, dressed in maid clothes, stood with her cheeks against a candle flame.

He was a beautiful maid who accused him at the ball.

"... you said Elma. Why did you come into this room?

I have a candle for the Marquis.

"It's not motive, it's means. There must have been a couple of Knights in front of the door."

"You're asleep."

If Felix calls interesting, Elma returns faintly.

She raised a candle at Clement with a faceless expression of sincerity.

"A room without a light is delicate. Especially if you're caught innocent. With arrogance, we brought the light of hope. Come, my lord. Look closely at this fire. Will it calm you down?

"Eh...?

And Clement raised his face cursorily to the words of Jehovah, who was caught innocent.

And I think fast with my usual habits.

Does this girl think she's innocent and she's here to help?

(If that's the case... there's no way I can't use this one...)

In the first place, the most legitimate question of why this maid called herself the killer was blurred, but like the candle fire, it swayed and retreated.

Because she's here to help herself.

There's such a beautiful girl.

Blend your eyes like the color of the dawn with the gentle kindness and strength.

Looking at Elma's deep eyes and the shaking flames nearby, she felt her head blurrier than when she confronted Felix.

"You're not bad at all. Isn't it? For thou shalt be the prime minister of the glorious Rouden, a pious priest. I'm not the kind of person who gets caught as a criminal. There's nothing you can think of, such as a big crime. You're not bad. You're here because someone set you up. Isn't it?

"Ah... ahh..."

I don't think that's possible, but some of them are telling the truth.

Even so, it's not my fault.

I am a powerful man. A priest.

It's strange to be caught.

I can't think of a crime.

As he rebelled against what was supposed to be the truth, Clement gradually lost sight of the reason.

I can't think of a crime.

Was that so?

As she tried to raise her eyebrows, Elma stared into her eyes and Clement relaxed her body.

I see.

Maybe so.

I'm sure it is.

My head is numb.

No, it's melting.

"Hey."

Now Felix's voice triggered and Clement returned to me.

Turning to the difficult-to-focus gaze, he opened his hands in an uneven manner.

"What have you been doing?"

Brainwash, but something.

"It's not a question, it's a reprimand. What, are you trying to magically alter the confession in front of the judge?"

"I heard that the verdict will be won by those who say so."

The questions and answers seem to be meshing and not subtly meshing.

Felix murmured, "What is it?" when he snorted surprisingly.

"That's why it's such an outsider to implicitly extract a confession!

Does His Highness say that?

The conversation was beginning to look like an insane confrontation.

"Well, I suppose you've discovered Clement was the killer in the first place, but what the hell is happening to cover him? Are you his hideout or something?

"No. Actually, I don't know you enough to stand up. I'm not victimized or hated, so to be honest, I'm less interested in his motives, his true crimes, and whether he'll be executed."

"Eh?"

Clement, who was chasing Larry in a conversation between Felix and Elma as she shook her head, convulsed her face.

But there was no one here to take care of it.

"The verdict is based on confessions. Witnesses are also limited to very inner ring examinations. I mean, if you bring in some of those witnesses and I'm a confessor, I'm a brilliant killer, right?

"... well, that's going to happen."

"I tried to murder the royal family and to impersonate the sin as a prime minister of a nation. I'm not an executor or an attempted executioner, so I can't go to jail for this, right?

"... you haven't even been indicted?

"Yes, so I'll turn myself in and prosecute myself."

Without pressing his wife, Felix raised her eyebrows suspiciously against the defendant.

Elma nodded and pleaded guilty.

"Well, I'm actually the daughter of a whore who was sent to jail by Ruden's ancestor, and I was actually the bone marrow of resentment against Ruden. So I manipulated the Marquis with brainwashing techniques that I wore while I was growing up in prison, killing the second prince I actually hated as revenge, and trying to throw this country into a crucible of chaos."

In fact, around the time of the series, it is a confession with a sense of posterior burr, like forcing the setting to rapidly fold the novel that was cut off.

But Elma put the candlestick on the floor with an even more serious face, and mysteriously projected her hands toward Felix.

"Come on."

Only that pose seems strange.

But on the contrary, everything else was truly grand.

"As a felon, please send me to jail immediately."

It was as if I'd come home to my parents, and it was like a wife pointing at me three and a half times, and I was very relieved.