The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

What is ordinary was Elma's recent question here.

It's normal for everyone to do the same thing.

Alternatively, it is normal to be average.

In other words, normal is like a cloud with no grasp.

Because Elma is doing the same thing as her "family," which is only natural in prison, but the Shabaab people are just surprised.

Elma used to train too hard and say, "Is this really normal?" and "family."

But they were so magnificent that they said, "What if I can't do this much?" I knew it was right.

Morgan, the father of Laziness, taught me how to read people's expressions and brew delicious tea.

My father Isaac taught me how to cook and hunt.

From [Greed] 's brother Holst, the mystery of the human body, [Jealousy] 's sister - who claims to be her mother - and from Rezel, the desire to be a woman.

Gilbert, Elma's favorite father, didn't actually inherit any special technology.

However, he always watched Elma gently, smiled, stroked his head and praised her.

Perhaps he taught me the most about "father."

That's why Elma only calls Gilbert "Father."

And Elma's birth mother, Heidemary, she just calls her "mother."

In fact, Elma doesn't know exactly what that beautiful woman is thinking.

Even a slight facial expression.

She looks terribly complicated when Elma teaches dexterity from her "family."

It's surprising, anxious, no, relieved, interesting.

However, Elma understood in her skin that she seemed whimsical and ruthless, but was truly surprisingly loving, and she wanted to protect what she said if she could.

--Look at the world what a "normal girl" looks like.

Don't come home until you know it.

Heidemary told Elma when he was told to "release" him from prison.

And Elma thought it was easy. I thought so.

But opening the lid made it much harder than expected.

It was my first day at work, and I was surprised if I made a little tea.

If I dared not make too elaborate a dish - and the winner gave it away! - I was impressed by the cooking method.

I was surprised to do everything by myself, and when I asked the Saint Doctor to finish it, he said that he was still shocked.

I finally savored my insanity around here and borrowed a book from a common sense man and a reputation dilk, but when I fought my rival on "Royal Road", Prince Lucas taught me not to hunt down more people.

He scolded me for the second time.

For you, if you only danced at the ball, it would have revealed a conspiracy in the flow.

I made the accusation based on my own sense of justice, and I didn't regret it - none of the nearly 100 "teaching books" I've read so far came out of the main character who speaks of the killer in three seconds.

After all, I must be a person who lacks the abilities of a "normal girl."

(It's so hard to be normal...)

It was as if I felt bitter on my tongue.

No matter how many times you do it, it won't work.

The harder I try or think about myself, the more I get idle.

He was pretending to be flat in appearance, but the truth is, every time he was pulled out of his surroundings, he felt a fire coming out of his face.

I wanted to dig a hole and fill it.

It was the first setback of my life.

"Thank you. Send me to jail."

Grab the rope and mysteriously lend out your hands in the next pose.

I thought I'd go home.

(I'm sorry, Mother....)

If true, I wanted to understand what a normal girl is and wave my big hand back to jail, but I raised the white flag instead of the brocade.

But - still, in prison, "that man" is waiting for me.

I'm sure that loser will accept me warmly.

So I have to go home.

I felt painful that I couldn't be normal. I ignored my mother's orders and used any hand.

Elma's brain is mixed with words that aren't hers.

But he kept putting out his hand without realizing it.

"... um"

Felix opened his mouth with a subtle expression.

"Hey, let me check your claims."

"Yes"

"I was born from a whore in jail- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Maybe there was a traitorous whore who went to jail about 15 years ago. So, even though the career part of your claim is true... wow, you grew up in that Varzer prison? Seriously?"

"Seriously. That's what I've been saying."

As Elma nodded with her face, Felix slapped her jaw with an interesting expression.

"When I stripped you of your career, it was supposed to be the distant daughter of the maid in-law - hah, I see. Oh, well, Lucas... hmm. Don't let my network distract you from protecting you."

As he murmured, he seemed to be matching the information with great momentum.

The appearance of fastening the line of sight to a point in the universe and quickly thinking also leads to the holster of [greed].

Elma thought to herself that perhaps he was as capable of processing information as he was.

"--in"

But he loosened his hand on his chin and flipped it like he was confused.

"I don't understand what you're saying until you're raised in jail."

It happened when Felix and Elma tried to have a conversation behind Clement.

"What happened!

The door was kicked down with a sharp voice.

It was a tough young man in knight's clothes who flew through the door with long legs and a powerful hinge.

It was Lucas with his surname Marc.

The knight and second prince holding the sword opened his eyes lightly when he saw his half-brother and maid standing in the room, and then raised his eyebrows.

If you were going to be athletic, you'd look like, "Wow..."

"That's rough, Lucas. I'll be surprised if you suddenly open the door without knocking."

"But as you play the hinge, the door doesn't seem to have much scratch. It is easy to repair. That's right."

"... Elma above my brother-in-law. As a precaution, let me penetrate... into the suspect's chambers for the royal murder, stun him to the sentry, what the hell?

I only have a feeling that it's not too harsh, but Lucas asks low.

The answer to Felix was vague.

"Well, no. I was thinking of breaking his heart and brainwashing him so that he could be examined quickly before the inaugural ceremony."

Lucas half-eyed at the annoying brainwashing declaration and made a quiet accusation, "Again with such a damn means..."

"What? You're surprisingly calm. Even more so," This stupid and rumored brother-in-law!? I didn't have to expect a reaction like, "

"... I saw that the Third and Fourth Princes and malicious ministers, only those whose interests conflicted with yours, had naturally 'left', and I thought,"

That's right. I knew it. "

Felix also seemed to understand that he was somehow discerning his nature.

"Besides, my brother-in-law always smelled like a sweet, implicit incense that made my chest feel strange."

"I don't know. Even you had a sweet perfume all around you."

When Lucas supplemented, he smiled slightly.

"Well, if you know that much, it's quick. I'm just trying to heal myself, and I'm not going to let you down - unless you get in my way."

"... about the equipments?"

"That was his runaway. So I will punish you."

Well, that's fine.

It seems that the short exchange gave them an approximate idea.

Shrugging his shoulders, Lucas then turned back to Elma.

"- So, Elma. What are you doing?"

"Yes, I wanted to tell the Marquis that I was behind this assassination attempt on His Royal Highness Prince Lucas, and I wanted you to understand."

"... what?

"In that case, I want you to go to jail. If we brainwashed the defendant and the witness, there wouldn't be a defense attorney, and it seemed like we could do anything. He said he was the one who tried to confuse the country by taking revenge on his mother's imprisonment."

When Felix summarized Elma's claim, Lucas raised his eyebrows a little and gave Clement a glimpse.

"... I see. So this is what happened when Elma and her brother-in-law both implied conflicting content to him."

The Marquis didn't interrupt the conversation earlier, but what was he doing?

"All right, everybody, look, Nagana... sharp angle... tread momentum from sharp angle... to me called Clemens of the side swing... impossible..."

I was talking to someone inside me with a bump in my mind and time.

Apparently, the head screws loosened slightly as a result of strong suggestions.

Sometimes I laugh "fufu" and it's a little creepy.

Lucas sighed and threw Marc out of the room, saying something. Looks like someone paid for it.

Then he stared at Elma from the front.

"Elma"

"Yes"

"I don't want to talk anymore about the stupid question of whether you can even brainwash. Whether you have the skill to faint the knight's elite, whether you suddenly descend into the defendant's room, or simply discern the true nature of a country's prince, I just think it's Elma."

"...... yes"

Elma was a little nervous under a faceless expression to the effect that "you can no longer expect common sense or common sense."

Was "normal" a goal too much for me?

Lucas continued with a serious expression as he was biting down on his heart.

"I just want you to tell me two things."

"Yes"

"One thing. Was your... release from prison a nuisance? Was this world just boring?"

In response to the question, Elma raised her face and stared seriously at the other person.

A slightly raised left corner of the mouth with a lowered gaze.

According to [laziness] 's father Morgan, who was a con artist, it was a slight expression of guilt.

"----no"

After some thought, Elma shook her neck to the side.

Indeed, Walzer Prison was comfortable.

Convenient environment with affectionate family and luxury.

It was as warm and gentle as the amniotic fluid that enveloped the fetus.

I didn't want to get out of there if I could, and I wanted to go home soon after I went up to the royal castle.

(But I enjoyed my life.)

It was the first time I had a friend of my age.

I met someone other than my "family" who would coach me.

I had just failed (...) and my first setback was painful, but there was tension in trying to be "normal". I think so.

When I think about it, I remember feeling uncomfortable in my chest.

― ― Then why are you so annoyed and trying to go back to prison?

(That's because I felt... "I can't be normal.")

Yes, it is.

"If I find out I can't be normal," I have to go back to jail "ignoring my mother's orders" "by any means".

Elma unconsciously pressed her hand against her forehead and told herself.

"Just... yeah. I have to go home. Because I couldn't be" normal ". I realized that I lacked the talent of a" normal girl. "

Wrap your tail around and go home.

In that way, I'll make you a gentle [jealous] sister and have Mother Liesel comfort you.

Elma is starting to feel so pathetic and embarrassed.

"... I'm a labourer... I can't do it like everyone else, just the outsider... Even if you try hard, you can't understand" normal "anymore. Instead, it just keeps moving away. Whether you brew tea, cook, treat or dance, it's a painful woman that brings tea and cold sweat to people...."

Wait a minute.

When I slipped my hand on my forehead and pressed my palm against my cheek with a thicker expression, Lucas stopped it with his face.

"What are you talking about? How could you interpret it so easily!?

"Ah, that's a slight expression of astonishment... did I do something soft again?"

"Understand the context, you idiot!

Lucas drank it, but understood that Elma could read her expression sensitively, so she didn't try to interpret it sincerely.

At the same time, she was so upset under glasses that she couldn't read the truth.

"Idiot... it's the first time I've been told..."

Elma, who took off her glasses and exposed her face, looked much more emotional than usual.

The quietly knocked shoulders are small, and the fallen eyelids are pathetic.

She always had a transcendent atmosphere for her unconvinced voice and glasses, but inside of her, she would have always shaken her emotions like this - and that's why she's like an old girl.

As he unconsciously reached out to Elma who had fallen down, Lucas noticed and told her.

"... what? You're cute, aren't you?"

"----Eh?"

"Apart from self-awareness, it seems like a genuine and ordinary daughter who is worried about 'I can't reach' or 'I'm bored'."

Somehow my chin was tightened and my face raised, and the dawn color was wide open.

"... is that true...?

Her rugged eyes were slightly mixed with vermilion, resulting in a purple color like a jewel.

Her eyes were moist, her cheeks were uplifted, and her pale lips were slightly open. Lucas, who had seen many beautiful women, also looked very pathetic.

"Ah, now you're... cute."

To be honest, it was a bit favorable, and when I told her like that, Elma had a melting smile.

"---...! Your Highness...!

From the side, this series of interactions is a diagram of a man talking and his daughter rejoicing at it.

Felix, who was polite and silent, watched the interaction with interest, but rarely saw the sweet air between the two, but Elma tried to crush it with the next word.

"Then I can shake my hand and go back to jail!

"----what?

Lucas is stunned, but Elma doesn't care. Deep down, she was delighted that the man who had branded herself "abnormal" had received a brilliant "normal" tattoo.

"Oh, good. Very happy. I've chewed so much accomplishment since I defeated the dragon with my bare hands."

Your mood is rising with great momentum.

The misty thoughts that had occupied my head up until now cleared up all at once, and the feeling of teasing and the compulsion that I had to flee home as soon as possible disappeared.

"Hey, what? Dragon...?

"Well then, I'm going back to jail because my promise is going to be fulfilled safely. Anyway, the Marquis is in pretty good shape, and as far as I'm concerned, the real killer will be sent to jail."

Hey, wait a minute.

My heart bounces.

The feeling that I had to run away quickly disappeared, but instead, I was filled with the desire to go home and boast to my "family".

The life of Shaba was more fun than I expected.

New encounters and strong lives were lovely.

But it's still not as comfortable as my parents.

I didn't realize it, but Elma was a pulling temperament from the roots.

Rezel's suggestions were quite powerful in encouraging Elma to return, but even without suggestions, Elma was happy to go back to prison.

Felix also tells the disgusting taste with a slight smell.

"Hey, Lucas. The power to retain your woman is no big deal, right?

…………

Lucas came to his senses silently, but things unfolded suddenly.

- Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Elma!

Irene jumped in with noisy footsteps.