The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

It was a sad full moon night.

The moon, which symbolizes a complete circle, pointed its pale arms toward the ground, but in the lush forest, it was almost sunk in darkness.

The young man leaked his tongue in disgust when his feet were taken off by a cypress plant and his balance was broken for a moment.

"Disturbing plants. Shall we bake him with nitric acid?

A youthful voice that still retains its teenage tension.

Together with the color of intellect, somehow cunning and seeping eyes.

The man who was cruising the lantern and exploring the woods was the Holst of the young days.

He used to look around with a sword-like look on his face, usually with a playful smile.

"Elma! Elmer! Where have you been? Get out of here!

That was because his dear "sister" Elma never came back to jail, even though the sun had set completely.

"I'm totally unfamiliar with [bulimia], but when I take him out... A cute little girl like Elma gets lost in an instant, so I told her to be careful, but she's hiding in the woods...."

Monologues mix impatience and frustration equally.

Of course, all the irritation was not with Elma, who had to mobilize the prison to search and rescue - because it was very healthy for a child to really play hide and seek - but rather with Isaac, who neglected to supervise his guardianship and, congratulations, lost her.

Since Hydemarie took control of the prison, "seemingly ordinary" members, such as Holst, Morgan, and Riesel in men's clothing, have routinely escaped and enjoyed shopping and gathering information.

Isaac rarely goes down to Shaba because he's been an eye-catching giant, but he wants to move his body around in the woods for a long time, so occasionally if you leave Elma to her, this is it.

Thanks to this, Horst, who left Elma's guardians to himself, has been wandering the woods in search of Elma for more than three hours.

--Ki... nh.

And the legs of Holst touched the thread that was stretched between the branches, and a hard sound echoed around them.

Acknowledging the identity of the sound and the sight behind it, Holst raised his eyebrows.

"... did you come out to Frenzel?"

Frenzel Territory.

Land on the Luden border, bordering the northwest coast with Walzer prison.

Although it rains in winter, the climate is mild throughout the year and is known as a wine region.

At the same time, however, it was also a tough land surrounded by a carefree sea and a forest inhabited by beasts, and this "ringchain" stretched along the border was one of the wisdom of the tearful life of humans living there.

The high sound when a polished iron rod is sounded is that it wipes out the monster.

"... well, I don't think it's a bad idea. At a time when Elma might be intruding, it feels like it's as effective as it can be."

The secret of Elma's birth in prison, which only knows [lust] and [anger].

Horst, however, was present at the birth and still seeing her frequently afterwards, so he had a faint understanding that Elma's constitution was different from ordinary people.

For example, strength.

For example, intelligence.

Immune structure, tough skin, different learning abilities.

Elma's is far away from any man Holst has ever seen.

"It's totally fine, but if you're fine and cute, so..."

Holst snorts his nose lightly and cleans it up.

There was nothing wrong with the fact that the girl he sheltered was too healthy and sturdy when he saw his sister who had been connected to the beds and magic stones ever since the thug attacked her.

The problem is with the Frenzel territory.

"I'm going to build a demon, a sake keeper."

A drink dedicated to God, wine.

Even in the era when the demon tribes once flourished, they still consume monsters and continue to make sacred wines. I hear that they are faithful and hate things connected to the demon.

Elma gets lost in such a place - what happens if she finds out about her "nature"?

Unconsciously, Holst noticed something rolling on the ground at that time, sparkling back the lantern light.

Rush over and pick it up.

A delicate hair accessory with jewelry embedded in the shape of a butterfly.

It would be rare to see it in King's Landing, but the other day, on Elma's fourth birthday, a fashionable and noisy [jealousy] presented it.

Hmm, with his eyebrows raised, Holst walks around thinking.

And he glanced, and admitted to the tree that was easy to climb near him, and to the nuts of the eating tree that fell at his feet, and breathed deeply.

Here's what he guessed when he learned about Elma's behavioral trends.

Perhaps she came here exploring [bulimia] with an extraordinary physical ability and wisdom that she could not have imagined at the age of four.

However, I was bored because I couldn't find it for too long. No, I may have become anxious.

So she remembered the teaching of Holst, "If she gets lost, she stands still in a high place." She climbed this tall tree, which was one of the highest in the forest, and ate with the nuts whether she was hungry or not.

As he hangs his feet, he looks down at his surroundings with excellent vision.

(If you're in sight, you might have started to light a fire, rather than a prison in the dark.)

Holst took out his own small telescope and snorted his nose.

Across the soft vineyards, far beyond the winding path, you can see a much bigger light. Probably the lord's mansion.

"... if anything happens to Elma now, I'll burn this land and [cannibalism] to death."

With such a light mouthful of anxiety, Holst gently distorts his lips.

Then he walked around the ringing chains, making a sound with Keen, and walked through the woods in an undisturbed step.

--Behind that, a magic moth that could not be stepped in in fear of the sound of the iron was repeatedly slamming its wings with resentment.