The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Clement von Rotner?"

Listening to the name of the new prisoner, Rezel opened his make-up eyes.

"Ah, that's who you're sending false reports to the pig guards, right? You're in charge of this prison. Why are you doing this again?"

"Attempted royal murder and the imprisonment of innocent people in various countries in exchange for power. For example, a whore imprisoned as an adulterer through a demon tribe for refusing to be summoned by a king of a country."

Gilbert drops his gaze on the thick letter, and Rezel blinks at the long lashes.

"Was it the Prime Minister who sent innocent people to jail, not the King of Rouden...?

But Hydemarie, who is supposed to be a party, doesn't seem to care about that information at all.

I just looked at the chess board on the table and asked Gilbert.

"Where's Elma?

It was a seeping voice of caution.

"He's not coming back here?... I wonder if you're doing well."

Ah.

Gilbert's response included laughter.

You might say bitter smile.

"Anything, it seems Elma is the one who accused this Rotner Household. While washing the Marquis's remnants, it turns out she was ahead of the trap he was trying to set, and Elma is now a little hero in the castle."

The letter was sent to the guards by a young Saint Doctor named Dennis, who was to temporarily assist with prison duties on behalf of the captive Clement, but he described Elma with much less paper space than he did with the information about Clement.

"Elma is totally popular in Shaba.... congratulations, Marie. You won this bet."

"... I'm glad."

As Gilbert celebrated, Hydemarie gently took off her laughing hands.

Then I tried to sink it into the sofa and repeatedly irritated it.

"I'm really glad."

Behind Hydemarie, who was clearly relieving tension and had a happy expression on her face, Liesel was completely left behind in the conversation.

"What do you mean? Winning the bet... what makes me so happy that she won't come back? I mean, Rotner is your vendetta, right? Shouldn't we just go through there lightly?

He was confused.

I thought that Heidemary's imprisonment would be an unjust crime, but I was a little surprised that the main perpetrator was not the king but the prime minister, and it was strange that the opponent was caught but showed no reaction.

No, but if you think about it, Heidemarie never tried to clear herself of her grievances before.

All she was obsessed with was setting up a comfortable living space.

Yes, it is a slightly uncomfortable hypothesis that Elma is now being used to plan revenge.

Hydemarie laughed at Riesel, who completely lost confidence in her self-commentary and looked like she was halfway there.

"Hey, Liesel. I'll give you special answers. You know, I'm grateful to the Marquis Rotner."

"... what is it?

I can't see the story anymore.

Lizelle raised her eyebrows and Hydemarie woke up from the sofa with a gentle smile in contrast.

"Suspect hanging on me. Through the survival of the demon tribe, he dwelt his son. That's the truth."

"... what?

Hydemarie leaned gracefully, pointing out to Rezel, who answered with a soft voice, "Oh no, low voice."

Then he reached out to the chess board and picked up the glossy black pieces and kissed them with the perfect shape of his lips.

"Isn't that amazing? Because that's not how I first came to this prison. You and everyone else must have trusted Elma halfway with the devil's son."

"No, that's... 'midway' or half-hearted..."

Often, Elma's diligent talent had a feeling of indispensability. However, because there was a "family" of the masters who went through more than that, I thought, "I can do this in humans."

Either way, Elma was drawing the blood of the demons in the prison where those who were out of the way were gathered, but that was nothing but a few things.

That's why Rezel and the others didn't expect to pursue Elma's true nature.

Pointing to that, Hydemarie nodded "Exactly."

"That's exactly what I wanted."

"What did I say...?

"In the woods if you want to hide the trees. If you want to hide the outsider, you can hide him among those who have lost their way."

She stroked the black pieces with a touch of love.

"Elma's father was the last survivor of the demons. You must have a terrible name for a demon. He himself was a much gentler and calmer man than those human men. I've been ravaged since I was a child by the demons, and I've been breathing... just a man who's a little clever and powerful."

The unbelievers.

Threatening presence.

Regardless of its nature, if it turns out to be a demon tribe, if it is a heretic, it can retreat and throw stones.

And when he dwelt the Son of the Devil whom he loved, Heidemary feared his malice, which would descend upon my son with joy.

And I came up with it.

Ensure a robust cradle.

Hide a strange child among the strangers and raise him with "normal" love.

Hydemarie gave Gilbert a glimpse and smiled like she remembered a long time ago.

"You think it's reckless of a woman to take control of a prison? But I had Gil. A kind hero. When Gil realized that Elma's father, the Devil, was simply being bullied by humans, he put down his sword and made a friendship, and when he died, he declared that he would take care of his wife instead.... but that's why Gil was robbed of his hero's name."

"... is. That's what happened."

Those with wounds on their shanks dared not tread deeply into each other's past.

It was not until the details were told that Liesel nodded ambiguously.

When Hydemarie only answered "yes," she dropped her gaze on the chess board again.

"Surrounded by a loving and unique 'family', Elma was able to live without feeling strange or persecuted. Perfect cradle. I was satisfied. I was grateful to the king or prime minister who put me in jail. But when I heard that King Rouden had collapsed, I realized."

Sad breath leaked from my beautiful red lips.

"Even a king with wealth and power can't beat life. Parents can't live longer than their children."

Too common a fact.

But while I was living away from common sense, I completely forgot about it.

If you die, someone in the "family" will take over this cradle.

But what happens to Elma if he dies?

After spending most of your life, you suddenly throw yourself out into the shadows and try to mix it up there.

Or do you secretly hold your breath in a cradle with no one in your family?

Neither future did Hydemarie want to forgive her daughter.

"Besides, what about her [arrogance]? I don't try to understand others deeply, and I think that my stakes are absolute. It's because we've been pouring in a lot of love and values."

Family affection poured out. Excessively.

However, an environment that was unilaterally too loved deprived her of interest in others.

And even though the love of the family was devoted, there was no man or woman in this prison, nor any person who poured friendship.

Build relationships while exploring.

Know not only the kindness of love, but also the fear and annoyance.

Understanding that your "normal" is different from the "normal" of others.

After all, they can only be learned outside the cradle.

It's too late for a man named Elma to finish.

Release her from her parents now and let her learn "love" and "normal" different from this prison to blend into the circle of people.

That's what I decided.

"I don't care how you curse me, whether it's selfish or shallow. But that was the best I could come up with. Let her go and pray that she will be safe and acceptable to the people."

Hydemarie puts a black queen token in the middle of the chess board.

That's how I won the bet.

Then he gracefully extended his arm to Gilbert, who had been keeping silence for so long.

"--Sorry to keep you waiting, Gilbert. This is the end of my bet. There's nothing to miss now that Elma's nest has been safely delivered."

The moment I told her, Gilbert took a breath.

After staring seriously at Hydemarie, he asked him to whisper.

"... high demerit. Then....."

"Yes, I accept your proposal."

For Gilbert, who was standing still and unable to take off his arm, Hydemarie took a step closer to herself and gently laid her groovy palm on his bony hand.

"Fifteen years.... I'm sure he'll forgive me too."

Gently lift your hands to see the temperature of the skin touching you and kiss your nails.

It was a naturally loving technique, like a couple who had been with us for many years.

It was Liesel who got left behind in the conversation.

He alternately stared at Hydemarie, who smiled calmly, and Gilbert, who was so emotionally speechless, "Huh? Eh...? I put my hand in my hair.

"What is that... you guys used to be nervous a long time ago? What? Does that mean that Gil, you were helping to take control of this prison for Marie, who wasn't even your own woman?

Ah.

The seriousness of Gilbert explained to Riesel with a mysterious face, perhaps with a high demanding hug.

"I saw Marie at first sight, but she was already my friend's wife. Even after her friend died, she had a step-in-law to her friend, and she wanted to prioritize being a mother, so she was discussing it with her until Elma was alone."

"I was going to postpone and run away. This has been going on for fifteen years. I'm going to tie you up."

Beautiful prostitutes smile bitterly as they embrace.

While gently forgiving Gilbert, who held her strength in her arms, she gazed at Riesel naughtily.

"Hey, Liesel. You said you were 'stubborn and unable to save' me, but don't you think this lust of his (Gilbert's), or love, is less likely to save me?

"... that's right. I thought Gil was the plain one of us, or the real one, but I'm going to change my mind right now."

With a face like a lump of common sense and morality, I would never let a woman who is not my wife abandon her heroic title peacefully and reign as king of prison for fifteen years.

Liesel shrugged her shoulders.

Gilbert, who was branded untreated by the two, challenged him with a complex face.

"... what's wrong with trying to persevere in getting your favorite woman? Love is a virtue to be honored outside prison, and it's normal to keep liking what you like."

Hydemarie giggles and laughs at her muffled, confused voice.

Then he groaned and sang with his face in his chest.

"If so, how hard is it to call Shaba 'normal'?"