The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Silence is considered affirmative."

In a luxurious but dimly lit room, the voice of Reese crawls.

When he saw that there were no answers, he let go of the hypemary he had grabbed and shouted his tongue in disgust.

"... around. I missed you, Hydemarie."

The hands that touched the prostitute's skin rubbed against her clothes as if they were dirty.

The make-up almond-shaped eyes were now overflowing with contempt.

"Once upon a time, when you took over the prison, you said, 'To create a comfortable environment for children with stomachs.' I was impressed. I thought you were a big girl, that's why I helped you. But what is it? Elma was nothing but a token to you?

- Fuck!

From behind his back, he kicked up the sofa vigorously.

As slender as he was, the heavy sofa swayed heavily with one kick.

"Oh no, you don't qualify as Elma's mother. Arrive? I'll take Elma's mother's seat. She will come back to this house and live happily with us. And I want you to leave."

"... Elma's not coming back..."

"No, I'm coming home."

Rezel quickly blocked Hydemarie, who finally opened her mouth.

Then he put his hand on his back again and cheeked Hydemarie from behind.

"You said to her," Don't come home until you know what a normal girl looks like. "It's a terrible story - we can't make her normal.... but it's okay. I followed you."

"... what is it?

Hydemarie glances back.

When she finally saw a sharp expression on her doll-like white face, Rezel laughed.

"I said, 'Tell me.'" I thought I'd be normal. "" Ignore Marie's orders. "" Use any hand. "Welcome home."

Printing - it means that it has been implied.

Acknowledging that Hydemarie was clearly frustrated with her cat-like eyes, Rezel began to smile more and more.

"It's not my mother's business to throw my baby away. Even children who aren't familiar with the world are warmly welcomed. It's my mother's idea to create such a place!

But the end of the sentence was burned by a sharp male.

"Ouch! Ouch! Damn, what the fuck!

"You just sprayed perfume, didn't you? In the eyes."

"That perfume that came out somewhere!

It's the valley.

After a quick answer, Hydemarie shrugged her shoulders.

"If it were a brandy, I might not have been blind. I'm very lucky to have a perfume that only contains light alcohol."

"I don't want to say that with utmost carelessness!

When Liesel screamed while holding her eyes, the door to her room opened, wondering if she had heard it.

"What's wrong? Are you in?"

Gilbert, who was absent from his seat.

"No, I'm just upset."

Hydemarie answered with a flickering raise of one hand, and then added with a little reticence.

"[Jealousy], it will completely deny my mother and the whereabouts of the bet."

"That's..."

An interesting color comes to mind on an intelligent face that includes toughness.

Gilbert lifted only one of his neat lips and slightly tilted his neck.

That's reckless.

"What are you...?"

The pain in her eyes finally subsided, Rezel glanced at them with a handkerchief while holding her bloody eyes down.

"You think this woman has enough motherhood? It's a bet."

"It's a bet that Elma will come home amazing. By the way, I'm betting everything on" not coming back. "Because I believe in her."

Ha?

Hydemarie smiled little at Riesel, who didn't hide his suspicions.

"And I've never lost a bet before."

"... in connection with that bet."

And there, Gilbert cuts out.

He had a postcard in one of his stubborn hands.

"According to the letter we received from the Guardian, there will be a new arrival in this prison soon. Attempted royal murder."

"Oh, it's been a while."

"- So?"

Heidemarie quietly asks as Liesel blinks her eyes.

She put her hands together on her lap and stared at the chess board on the table.

"I wonder who's coming."

Ah, that's...

Gilbert glanced at her and then barely opened his mouth.