The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"― Greed . Hey, [greedy]."

Repeated by his elegant voice, Holst gently pushed his eyelids up.

――…………

Luxurious chandeliers and luxurious tapestries.

Delicately crafted large table and perfectly arranged tea set.

There's nothing funny about it, it's the usual "inmate".

The woman sitting diagonally raised her stunned voice as Horst leaked one of her shortcomings.

"Nh, it's so unusual that [laziness] has brewed tea for me, but it's getting cold.

A beautiful woman with glossy silver hair on her shoulders wearing a negligent dress.

He is the queen of this prison, Heidemary, a former whore of the leaning nation.

"That's fine. The honeysuckle I prepared today is a delicious brand even when it's cold."

Even today, Morgan, a former con artist and [laziness] who stood up like a celebrity butler, calmly engraves a smile.

Next to that, their companions had already put their mouths on the cup of tea in their own way.

"What do you mean? You've been experimenting all night again?

Lizelle, a former kidnapper who specializes in brainwashing, raised his narrow eyebrows to make fun of him.

"Somehow, there was a disturbing bedtime rumor leaking."

Next to Hydemarie, Gilbert, the former brave man's [anger], put his feet together and turned his impressive pale eyes intriguing.

And without joining the conversation, Isaac, a giant who even sprays a scone with clotted cream, is devouring it.

"... no, just a little. It was about ten years ago. Looks like he remembered what happened when I thought I'd burn him to death."

Hmm?

The Elma Lost Case is all under Isaac's responsibility within him.

Remembering the impatience and frustration of that time, Isaac raised his face suspiciously as he groaned angrily.

In the face of the vicious but ruthless - a terrible contradiction - Holst snorted his nose and consciously changed the subject.

"Well, that's fine. It was too late. --Besides, have you changed the cushions on this couch lately? I was so comfortable sleeping."

"Well, have you noticed by now?

As she presses her palm to see how the sofa feels, the high demeanor across the street shouts.

She then shrugged her shoulders to show off her delicate clavicle.

"I told you before. There was a little" extraordinary income, "so he said," so he's going to renovate the furniture in the prison. "

"Extraordinary income?

If I tilt my neck, Rezel will now give out a stunned sigh.

He laid his hands as beautifully as a woman and told her not to be treated.

"No, Marie. She was in the lab the whole time she was in prison with Clementine."

"Clemens....?

Eyebrows at unfamiliar names and manages to remember them.

A clear mind pulled me out quickly with less interesting information.

Former Marquis Clemente von Rotner.

The former prime minister was sent to jail the other day for attempted royal assassination and human rights abuses due to grievances.

Morgan and his colleagues explained to me sooner if I thought about why it was tied to extraordinary income and I was blurry in my head when I woke up.

"The new king, who took office this time, politely sent a letter to the" victim "in prison, who had been wronged by the former Marquis. I'm going to release you with a pardon and make things easier for you to live on, but you asked me what it would be like, so I asked for the Queen's opinion."

"I appreciate your feelings, but even if you're released now, you'll be in trouble. Our fun home is already here. I didn't want to go back to Shaba, so I left it to [laziness] to tell him well."

Then Morgan showed his shameful work to the former con artist.

That is, "Though I am deeply grateful for the kindness, I will no longer return to the lost years, and I do not intend to cast a shadow on the reign of the new king, so I would like to secretly tie up the temple near the prison and finally live. As a matter of fact, I would appreciate it if you could only pay for the expenses."

To put it simply - a claim for compensation.

"... how much did you get?

A little curious, Holst asked, and Morgan smiled gently and raised three fingers.

I don't know how many digits are at stake... but I don't have to ask. He must have raised a considerable amount of money.

"... that's right, [laziness]"

"No, the new king of Rouden was a merciful man. And then he wrote to me that he could do whatever he wanted, and he even gave me a gift."

"A gift?"

"Yes, it's a toy - to soothe boredom."

That was Clement von Rotner, who was chewed by monkeys and dressed in bad clothes.

Normally, a person in a noble position, no matter how many prisoners he or she is, is guaranteed the corresponding human rights.

But King Felix tried to ease his grievances by throwing him into the victim's nest.

Write down your eyes, your arms, whatever you want.

It's truly unimaginable, interesting - and ruthless.

But Holst just raised his eyebrows with an interesting look.

"So, where did you go with that Clementine? I can't seem to see you."

"That's..."

Morgan laughs and spreads his hands in a little trouble.

"When I was sent here, it was so pleasant that I was treated by [jealousy]."

"What's that?

Horst's question was answered by Riesel himself, who gracefully sipped tea.

"Somehow, it seems that my good teacher brainwashed a little too much, and a few head screws flew. My body was always swinging to the left and right, and I was excited when I saw the string, and Marie looked at him and said," I don't want this toy. "I was driven out."

Liesel is often caught up in the high demeanor for trivial reasons, but he is basically friendly with her and seems to like being relied on.

I don't know, but that's the so-called "girl's noli."

Horst nodded and pardoned.

"Are you okay?

"Of course. Brainwash your brains so you can follow my orders in an emergency. Well, for some reason, I'm a little worried that my mouth gets a little heavy when I try to get people to talk about some information."

Rezel frowned with her index finger on her lips, feeling a little dissatisfied.

His brainwashing is based on "everything, harsh, subtle".

It is his aesthetics to grasp everything about the subject and thoroughly control him to obey even the order to die, and usually not let him understand it either.

Nevertheless, there are still signs that you will try to resist even if you order me to "speak." That was why I wasn't happy with Rezel.

"Oh, something unusual. [Jealousy] But does brainwashing ever fail?

"--Be careful how you choose words. Who failed? It's only natural that the degree of servitude varies depending on the target area, and because my checks are twice as detailed, you just notice the difference that people don't notice. To tell you the truth, it's a rather delicate technique to manipulate your consciousness so that you don't even have the memory of the person you met."

Her girlfriend (...) and her rival, Hydemarie, made her frustrated Rezel snap back and forth.

Then I smoothly returned to Clement's current state.

"Fufu, in fact, it's become a lot more lewd, intelligent, and even more priestly. I wonder if the type is similar to [laziness].... ufu, but the black feelings at the bottom of my stomach are slightly soaked up, so much more cute than [laziness]."

"Excuse me. I didn't expect you to admit that I'm full of cuteness."

As Liesel laughed, Morgan shook his chest up beside him.

Gilbert, who was listening to the conversation quietly, spilled a dull smile.

"Sure, the poker face is better than the laziness. He... Clemens seemed to be quietly looking for a chance to escape. Soon, we might even start drawing to scratch our heads."

While saying that, he raised the hair of the Hydemarie sitting next to him.

"This place is going to be busy for a while."

He seems to welcome the entertainment offered to the woman he loves.

Oh, I see.

Hydemarie puts a knife in her hand to help her devotional lover sort out the delicious pie.

raised his face as if he had noticed something.

--Bin....

Then he waved his right hand for nothing and threw a knife behind his back.

The polished silver blade made a dull noise and pierced the door in the back of the room.

"----but, Gil"

She glanced at the door with her eyes down and slowly raised her lips.

"It doesn't look like it's going to happen, but it's more accurate when it does."

Pressured by the momentum of the knife, the loosely open door is beyond.

There was Clemens staring at the stabbed knife right in front of her.

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"I miss eavesdropping. Please don't hesitate to come in."

Sealed with a smile by the upset former Marquis, Hydemarie gracefully pointed one hand indoors.

When Clement, who was immobile, signaled Isaac to drag her into the room, she slowly deepened her smile.

"Welcome, Clemens. We welcome you."

Speak with a sweet melted honey voice.

Alert but not screaming or pulling her back, she narrowed her eyes with satisfaction and said, "Here's your tea. Let's talk slowly," he suggested.

"---... what are you going to do with me---"

"Please relax your shoulders. This is a very quiet, comfortable and boring place. Please be a little with us."

Hydemarie casts a puzzling gaze on the prostitute herself, asking Clemente low.

She stared at Clement, who was so calm that she tilted her head.

"Do you like cards?

Looks like you've come up with just the right amount of play.

Her decision is in accordance with the rules of this prison.

When Hydemarie looked at him with a smile, that was all, the men who enjoyed tea in distress woke up.

A con artist, a kidnapper, a mad scientist, a mad warrior, and a corrupt brave man each stare at Clement with an expression that does not reveal their true intentions.

――…………

Hydemarie gracefully smiled at him, who was overwhelmed and lost his words.

"--let's start a new game"