The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

She kicked a wooden board that no longer functions as a door and stepped into the room with that momentum.

"Is it true that you, Prince Lucas, as the perpetrator of the attempted assassination, are about to be dressed in wet clothes?

"What about it?"

Elma screamed as she came.

But before I could say "what-", several more people came into the room.

"Elma! What happened?! You're being forced to confess to being a murderer!?

"Hey, Elma, I can't believe it! Who's listening to Yota talk that you were foolishly murderous!?

"Wow, what a weird case you're in, Elma. You have an important job to do tomorrow - no, today - to help you prepare for today's inaugural dinner party."

"Elma! I was fooled by the Marquis, but I can't believe you got caught up in this! What are we going to do if we don't clear up this suspicion?

Muse! Don't let this happen to you! Even if God forgives me, this is what I forgive!

In turn, they are Gerda, former Princess Juliana, Chef Georg, Doctor Dennis, and Yoran.

Behind them, speaking in their native language with excitement, is Mark with a sense of clarity in front of them.

All six of them, apparently provoked by their princely surnames while sleeping, were dressed in their own clothes, with only burning anger and fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Ha...?

Elma had a bad feeling about the way they were struggling.

Unusual for her to stand up without saying anything, Irene and the six of them quickly surround her.

He then put his hands on his shoulders, took his arms, and hugged him.

"I can't believe it. You can't pretend to be an innocent man and send him to the infamous Walzer Prison. The Marquis of Rotner who makes it is a man who looks down."

"Um... notorious as it is, Walzer Prison is my home..."

"There it is, Elma! You were insane, weren't you? But it's a ridiculous idea that I grew up in jail, so it wouldn't be a problem to be guilty! When I asked you, you were threatened that there was no future for anyone from prison!?

"Eh?"

Juliana and Irene unwittingly stopped thinking about what was going on.

Taken together, it seemed that Elma was "released by amnesty where she grew up in an unfavourable prison, but threatened by the Marquis who knew her origins that 'there is no future for you from prison', forcing her to commit the crime of attempted murder of Lucas".

What is that?

"No... well, no, I really wanted to go to jail by my own volition... and I also used the Marquis to commit murder, the mastermind of this situation..."

"Is that the Marquis scenario? I can't help but say that it's absurd of you to bother using others to commit murder."

"Eh?"

"That's right. How much do I underestimate you if you have the ability to instantly kill someone like Lucas?"

In mysterious disagreement, Juliana and Gerda sealed it up quickly.

Apparently Elma said, "She can't do such a bad thing! Not in the context of" she doesn't do such a bad thing! It seems to be trusted in such a direction.

Remembering a little vanity, Elma remained silent for a moment.

"... no, if you bought me so much, why did you use me by the Marquis...?

"'Cause your head looks good, but it's really off!

"You, common sense, that's right."

"I thought you were going to jail for no reason."

Muse. Your Lutheran is terribly musical. "

When I tried to stick to it, Irene, Georg, and Dennis made me disguise Elma's "normal".

By the way, I wonder if Yoran is an artist's skin, and I am making a statement the day after tomorrow.

Elma felt the ruthlessness of the world and chose silence again.

and there,

"It's okay, Elma. I'll make a defense team for you. As the ex-husband of this country, no, I'll use Rutland's connections to secure a good defense attorney and bring your innocence to the world."

Juliana nodded forcefully with confidence.

As it was attached, the men on the spot began to raise their thumbs one after the other.

"Even with all my strength, I can move as far as the lower aristocrats in my heart. Let's show them the power of the lower aristocrats, who have a reputation for the lightness of footwork."

"If you want to root for the young maids, leave it to Irene."

If only the women sparkled their eyes.

"I'm also holding the stomach of this castle. Everyone, I'll make you a defense attorney. The Montenegrins are on the side of the beauty."

"I have a good face for the Knights. I'll mobilize all the patients I've treated."

The male team also smacked his chest with confidence.

By the way, what happens to the payment to me when the Marquis who invited me commits the crime? I'm going to sue through my friend's international defense attorney if I don't get paid to play. "

Yoran is still the only one who talks about rare things - no, he may be more troublesome than the other five to have access to international defense counsel.

Elma convulsed at the appearance of a large, international, and exhaustive defense team that the royal family would not even be able to employ.

Especially "large scale" is a problem.

In the hours leading up to the examinations, brainwashing or persuading this number of people is difficult, even with Elma's abilities.

Speaking of redemption, the opponent seems to be summoning his own people even at this moment with the force of his actions.

"With such a generous defense, there can be no prosecution. Don't go to jail."

Concluding quietly, Elma looked back at Lucas as she faded.

"No, um... you don't need a defense... I just want to go home..."

"Elma"

Lucas blocked Elma's unusual agitation with a really good smile.

"You don't seem to understand."

"Hmm... what do you want me to do?"

Elma sweats cold as she sees the muscles of her eyelids and cheeks slightly stretched on the surface of the smelly Second Prince.

What kind of sign is this fine expression?

Anger, no, excitement, no, joy.

I feel like all of them, and all of them are subtly different.

It was only understandable that somehow I had ignited something like his conductor.

And for some reason, at this moment, Elma remembered the words that Mother Heidemary once told herself.

--Love, Elma.

She distorted her perfectly formed lips into the shape of a bitter smile.

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Once they get tangled up, they'll never let us go.

What were you talking about?

Yes, it was when the topic of who was the worst among the "families" with the name of sin was flourishing.

She was staring at Gilbert, standing a little farther away, smiling as if she had given up.

"Not for Shaba. There is a more insistent and troubling virtue than the seven great sins - love or favor, we call it."

Return to me with the words Lucas told me with a smile.

As he was stunned by the word, which matched exactly what was in his brain, he bent over and whispered his lips to his ears.

"Don't think it's so easy for us to let you go.

Depending on what you hear, it may seem like you're being dictated.

But Elma sounded like intimidation or an ultimatum.

When it was stunned, Felix raised one hand and cut it out to dissolve the air.

"Let me get back to you. It's obvious that Miss Elma wasn't the killer this time, and even if she insists, she's surrounded by a powerful defense team and thick without charge, so can we ignore it now? So, as originally planned, we're going to interview Clement."

It is a meaningless examination at a time when the accused's confession has already been imprinted.

But none of them - including Clement herself - objected on the spot.

"Eh... eh..."

It's just Elma wandering her gaze like she can't accept reality.

Looking at it, Lucas raised one eyebrow saying, "Speaking of which,"

"I completely missed the conversation, but the other thing I want to hear is, Elma. How much do you want to go back to jail and pretend to cover for this guy?

"..."?

Lucas nodded to Elma, who looked suspicious without swallowing the conversation.

Then she stroked her head and sighed, "You're still alive."

"That's what happens when you just look at people's faces and the surface of things. You have no idea what this man, the Rottner Housekeeper, has been up to."

"Ah, I knew it. That doesn't make any sense."

If Lucas is stunned, Felix will hit him like he was good at it.

"What did he do...?

Towards Elma with her eyebrows raised, the two princes nodded back slowly.

"We should search the Marquis' room for this. We'll get a history of all the deals we've had with the countries using jail as a material.... this man has used his position as prime minister and his tacit powers to incarcerate innocent people one after another."

"A whore who refused the king's invitation, a hero who refused to engage the princess and criticized corrupt politics. There seem to be many others... but if your mother is a beautiful whore, he's your vendetta."

Eh, dawn and colored eyes open.

Lucas looked at it and lifted the edge of his mouth.

"The innocent princess avenges her companions and only the bad guys go to jail. This is Shaba's 'normal'. --Don 't you even know that much?

It was time for Elma to have a gloomy face.