The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The Countess of Deborah von Frenzel was called by a maid and woke herself up from her bed in a mood.

The closed curtains were opened, and a bright morning sun poured down into the widely taken room.

The sacred light that warms the earth and nurtures life reveals at the same time Deborah's relentless face, so she quickly strayed from her appearance in the mirror in her usual habit.

"... I'll change my clothes myself. Get out of here."

Drive away the maid with a low voice.

Are they familiar with Deborah's attitude as well? After bowing without expression, they quickly left the room.

The servants of this mansion treat the lord's daughter politely, but their faces and fingers are always cold to touch.

When Deborah snorted her nose, she slowly changed into a dress, then raised her eyebrows and reflected herself in the mirror.

Loose limbs on straw-colored hair that is not glossy.

Brown eyes are cloudy as mud, rough skin is pale, and jaw flesh is heavy.

It's the usual "ugly lady" that makes you feel indifferent and careless.

Deborah leaked her tongue in disgust.

"----I can't help it, I can't get out of the Mansion"

When I look at this figure, I always think.

I wonder how unhappy I am.

The Frenzel realm is a proud land where sacred liquor is made while fighting monsters and monsters attracted to the rich nature, even when the demons once flourished.

Having spent a long time with the Devil, they have acquired greater resistance to the Devil than nature and the inhabitants of other lands.

There are many anecdotes to the vineyard keeper that the magic beast's nail poison has not arrived, nor has the temptation of the Succubus worked.

The Frenzel family, the lord, was particularly strong, bold and brilliant - but at the same time, like its rebellion, children like Deborah, who were not resistant to the devil, were born from time to time.

Those children, called "weak," literally wanted to be weak in the spirit of the devil.

For example, when Deborah was a child, she only touched the scales of Eel, which were faintly left in the leaves of the grape, and was exposed to high fever for three days and three nights.

Even in modern times, when the demon tribes were destroyed and the signs of demons were completely diminished, the Frenzel landscape was still filled with monsters and beasts.

Deborah, who was very weak to the anger they emitted and occasionally drifted in the wind, was rarely able to go out.

"Oh, if my mother had lived, she would have loved me pitifully."

Turning her heel from the mirror, she moans.

Unfortunately.

Totally unhappy.

As such thoughts swirled and her chest became painful, Deborah picked candy from the pot beside the bed and cheeked.

Sweet confectionery is a heart stabilizer. She relieves and gently envelops the wretched heart of her angry sleeping.

Deborah sat down on the bunk as she continued to grab some of them.

Oh, unfortunate.

Since I lost my mother quickly, who gently comforts the understander, I feel lonely, sweet and comforting.

Her mother Eliza lost her life at the birth of her brother Kevin.

Eliza, who was also known as the Frenzel Sun, was beautiful and lovely.

After losing her, the house actually completely drowned out the sun.

As a wise lord, and as a loving wife, her father, Jonas, rarely talks in front of his family, hanging in his room or wandering around the territory at night.

My mother's brother, who gave birth in exchange for life, is not weak, but sick. He is constantly relentless in his personality when he falls asleep, and his body reservoirs energy to see it.

The eyes of the people who poured on the dark, unhealthy and unhealthy lord's family were cold, and Deborah was forced to suffer a great deal just because she spent her days on the land.

"Ah, I wish I'd been in King's Landing forever....."

Deborah murmurs as she wipes the sugar on her lips.

The other day, I went to the King's Capital for the first time to attend the dance of the reign of the new king.

All the buildings were magnificent, the air was free of signs of drowning, and everything that was seen was beautiful.

Above all...

"His Royal Highness Prince Lucas.... No, I think we should call him His Royal Brother."

With a soft touch, Deborah now heads to the shelf and gently opens the drawer.

There was a picture of King's brother Lucas in circulation in King's Landing, and she stroked it many times in love.

Lucas von Rudendorf.

Rouden's most colored man walks through women one after the other as a brave knight.

Deborah was completely taken away by the tough man he saw at the ball.

"The dance is gorgeous... and I'm skillfully leading the opponent... you're really here, aren't you?"

Speaking of being really there, the beauty of the girl who was playing the opponent was also boring.

After all, King's City, so beautiful and so beautiful and so beautiful a girl will exist.

In exchange for Deborah and others, he completely turned upside down to the first king's capital, the first ball, and as soon as their dance arrived, he returned to the room to which he had been sent.

Speaking of which, was the Marquis captured shortly thereafter for the heinous crime of attempted assassination of Prince Lucas?

Deborah was neglectful of politics and, by the way, did not benefit the servants of her hometown, who told me the details of the incident at hand, so she remained in such an ambiguous understanding.

(You tried to kill everything with poison? Thank you, Your Majesty! But I wonder if the opponent's daughter was able to protect her... oh, is she safe?)

Anyway, I was more worried about Lucas, and when I only confirmed that he was safe, I didn't pay attention to the rest of the information.

It was Deborah who tilted his neck now that he had been poisoned instead, but after thinking about it a little, he maliciously fished up the edge of his lips.

If that's the case.

It's too blessed to be a beauty, to live in King's Landing, and to be a royal opponent at a ball.

Besides, if a man saves a crisis, Deborah becomes jealous and manages.

That girl needs to know a little bit about the world's spiciness.

"It feels good. God balanced me for me."

That's how Deborah got close to the window this time.

From the large window you can see the vast vineyards of Frenzel territory.

Peaceful hills, loose blue skies, and rich forests.

This land has all the beauty of nature.

At the same time, ugliness.

"... I hope the wind doesn't blow from that creepy swamp today."

There were marshes in the lush forest, and further afield, up the slope, were the cliffs and the sea.

The swamp is completely contaminated and cloudy, and a prison called "Hell of the World" is built on the edge of the cliff.

Both of them cast a dark shadow over the hearts of the inhabitants of Frenzel.

However, for the weaker Deborah, the swamp is the more problematic of both.

There, the devil breeds and breeds, filling it with stench and air.

And Deborah scornfully distorted her lips.

Because I remembered that the servants repeated their names and called it "Deborah Swamp."

"... it's terrible. It's too bad. I wish everybody had disappeared."

Unfortunately.

What a misfortune.

God is far too lazy in his work.

If this being is truly merciful, we should punish all the women who are held only by beauty, and prepare for the pathetic Deborah to marry Lucas. I would if I were you.

For a while, Deborah was playing with the fantasy of teasing a beautiful girl and being dictated by Lucas, but she finally sighed.

Nevertheless, this border area.

By mistake, there is no opportunity for King Lucas and his brother to exchange words.

That's what I thought.

――…………

Then, Deborah blinked her eyes when she noticed that a sleazy carriage stopped outside the window overlooking her.

It is unusual for an unfamiliar carriage to come to this mansion.

(Even though tailoring is awkward... the sound of the wheels was smooth, and the horses were quite splendid... I wonder if they dare to make them look poor?

I was somehow worried, and I put my forehead on the window and checked it.

After a smooth, petite, plain maid emerged from the carriage - it doesn't matter how intensely - she suddenly began to raise her voice when she saw the person who had stepped down on the ground.

――…………

The person who is pulling the blonde girl's hand off the carriage with the technique on the board.

Rich black hair, tough face, supple long body.

Somehow dressed in plain merchant-style clothing - Lucas, the only colored man in Luden.