The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

As she lay on the sofa, Deborah, devouring herself to baked confectionery, finally raised her face when she realized that her fingers stuck into the plate and touched the soft bottom.

"... no, Kappa"

When did you finish eating?

Often frustrated, the amount of snacks increases proportionately.

Licking the grains of sugar left on her fingers, Deborah sighed briefly.

"Oh, I'm going to pee."

It was already the fourth monologue.

It was yesterday that I was able to encounter King Lucas, who thought I would never see him again.

Convinced that this must have been God's guidance to make good friends with poor self, Deborah was in some sort of maneuver because the shame prevailed to push a single man into his room.

That means waking up very early and waiting for Lucas to wake up.

She hasn't been up for nearly a decade, but she still fights hypotension, leaves her bed, dresses and makeup by herself, and goes down the dark hallway.

It was then that I found a girl gently coming out of the next room I was looking for - that damn fuzzy cat room.

A girl who looks one or two years younger than herself is wearing a tailored maid's clothes and carrying laundry in a pale look.

Apparently, he's trying to help with the laundry while being a guest.

Deborah seemed to be a very talented daughter, and she readily understood how impressed she was with the diligence of the civilian maid, but at the same time, she was angry with Irene because she only let the civilian maid work and she probably slept peacefully.

You shouldn't call yourself a beauty because of this.

It's laziness, arrogance, and bad character.

With guesswork and assumptions, the opponent is greatly clogged.

With that momentum, Deborah took her imagination a step further.

Why is Irene asleep?

Maybe I stayed up late at night.

For example, with His Highness?

When I thought so, I was getting more and more angry, and my nails were eating into my unconscious palm.

I get angry. Oh, I'm angry.

I hate beauty.

Simply putting clean skin, big eyes, and glossy hair into sight makes your stomach tickle.

Because they're just there and they look like they're laughing at themselves.

Yesterday, when I saw the girl accompanied as Lucas's lover, Deborah instinctively began to burn her spirit of struggle.

I grew up in King's Landing with a beautiful face and a slender limb. Everything is negligible.

Their beauty gains love from their surroundings just by saying they are beautiful, and they can easily go through their lives eating only delicious things.

And that aversion burned even more fiercely this morning at that moment, convincing Deborah to act.

That's how she got into the room to make a list of harassment.

"I tried to push the amount I couldn't handle and shake it so hard... it was a terrible miscalculation."

But the harassment that was supposed to clear her mind didn't actually work.

Because if I was wandering around the house trying to make things difficult, I would rather see people doing the perfect job.

The floor was polished faster than she was heading, the flowers revived, the skin peeled, the silver polished, and the clothes organized.

And it was all accomplished to a high standard that I had never seen before.

When I realized that even Dob Pond in the backyard was as clear as the blue sky, I wondered if she would collapse.

(This is the beauty, no, the quality of King's Landing...!?

No, it can't be. That goes beyond the realm of human intelligence.

The servants of the Mansion must have helped Irene and the others get out.

But if that's the case, it makes me angry.

That fox seduced the servants, and the servants betrayed Deborah.

"It's warm enough to ruin your clothes and stop you, so you could just beat the bastard so that His Highness realizes what she's really like."

Deborah bites her nails harshly because she ran out of confectionery.

As a result of avoiding chills and staying in the mansion without sunlight, my body has become more and more full lately, but my emotions are shaking loosely and I can't calm down at all.

Anyway, I was angry about everything and couldn't help it.

When she couldn't even stand in one place, snuggly walked around the room and happened to want to pass in front of the door, she heard a very disturbing sound.

Gashan.

Something cracks.

It appears that someone from the servant dropped it in the vase.

"Elma! Please, Elma, calm down!

The girl's plea echoes like chasing a sound. It belongs to Irene.

After a short while a civilian maid called Elma answered something, Irene's voice made her even more desperate.

"- Yeah, that's right. That's right, you're calm, that's right. So... please, calm down! Put your glasses on at least! Put your hair back together! Cover your face, it's a violent sight!

Gatorade!

Now it sounds like you've dropped the mop.

Looks like we're getting closer.

"Look!"

I heard Irene screaming.

"You're causing a lot of trouble to the breathing and hearts of intolerant people!

What is visual violence?

Judging from the context, the civilian maid Elma is turning to us in a terrible way, breaking out of Irene's way.

So the servants who witnessed it are upset?

In front of Deborah with her neck tilted,

"Excuse me."

A beautiful voice sounded and the door opened at the same time.

"----------------"

The moment he admitted the person holding the knob, Deborah was struck by a blow.

There was a beautiful girl there who looked like an angel.

The long, gently wavy hair that was a residue of the knot shines in black.

Wet eyes melted into the sky at dawn.

A tiny face perfectly symmetrical to the left and right, a subtle limb with a hint of colour, leaving a little toddler behind.

It's a shame that the color of the skin as a whole looks dull - no, Deborah noticed that her arms glittering from the rolled up sleeves were so white and clear.

"Ah...."

Lost speech throat and thoughts rush around with your head.

I have seen this girl somewhere.

No, I can't forget.

She was exactly the beautiful girl who was dancing with Lucas at the ball.

The daughter in front of her opened her mouth as the question now crossed her mind why she was here.

"Dear Deborah von Frenzel, Why did you do that?"

Low for a girl, it's as cool as a clear lake.

After a while, Deborah finally realized that she was being bullied by her, rebelling against the vague spinning of her voice, as if she were entirely fascinated.

Apparently, the unspeakable civilian maid is the beautiful girl in front of her, and she remembers her anger at herself for harassing Irene.

"... I don't know what you're talking about."

Deborah scolded her convulsing throat and managed to cut her temper.

Even though it's beautiful enough to stop breathing, it's just a maid, isn't it a civilian?

It is strange that I should atrophy.

The opponent, Elma, shrugged her eyes with a sword.

I see. The fingerprints attached to the debris and the twelve fingerprints detected from the cup of black tea that Deborah had eaten the other day match exactly. Calculating from the angle of incidence of the gauze marks left on the scene, you can see that a man 5.4 feet tall, weighing 170 pounds, with average arm strength, swinging down from 5.3 feet high to 32.78 miles an hour, but still not surprised. "

"I have no idea what you're talking about!?

I really didn't know at all.

Is this beautiful girl possibly making fun of herself?

If so, how rude it is to be a civilian.

Deborah forced her fears to turn into anger and stared at the girl.

"Nh... what are you doing?! It's not rude to say that I broke a vase!

"I didn't say anything about a vase."

Yes!

I got caught in a sickle like an example.

Deborah squeezed her mouth as she shook her fat body.

No, I can't.

I can't think calmly.

From the moment I peek into these mysterious dawn eyes, my ability to mend and lie, which was supposed to be a little better, doesn't work.

"I didn't get an answer."

Then, Deborah panicked even further until her eyelashes touched her.

"Why did you harass us and prevent us from participating in the festival?"

"That's not true...."

It's because I was jealous.

Without losing sight of the other person, Deborah, who had become stiff, said the words that came to mind the most from the uncoordinated thoughts.

"When I look at a beauty like you, it's so hard to breathe that I accidentally want to screw someone up....."

I'm surprised at the harshness of the content that overflowed me.

But when I tried to say it, I realized it was the truth, and Deborah continued to float like a fever.

"Beautiful, isn't it? That's all they love, bless, and people come closer. It's just that the face is different from the ugliness of one piece of skin. It's not that unfair."

That's right, that's right.

Deborah was always dissatisfied with it.

When she heard the disturbances, she put into sight the maids who had rushed into the room.

Those maids would have liked to compete if they were as beautiful as this girl.

"It's terrible. What's wrong with me? You think it's my fault I'm ugly? You can't help it, you're weak. My whole body is swollen, my skin and hair are rough, and my complexion is bad. It's all because of my constitution. I don't want to float in this territory. And you blame me for being so pathetic?

When Deborah was a little girl, she was quite a lovely girl, similar to her mother, who was called the Frenzel Sun.

But one day, in a vineyard in the realm, I happened to touch a moth that emitted energy, fell asleep for three days and three nights, and my whole body swelled up.

Since then, the skin, hair and style have gradually faded away from the ideal.

Oh, that's pathetic.

You're pathetic.

"I shouldn't do it because I don't pay enough attention to you. Poor me, I can only walk out of town on days when there is no wind, and it's insensitive of me to come and have fun with you soon!

Deborah became more and more convinced of the correctness of her self-explanatory statement to the person who seemed to be listening to us.

"Yes, you can't! Compared to your arrogant, insensitive behavior, what have I done? At best, I wet the baron's daughter's clothes and, well, I guess I broke the shameful flower crown..."

"- Shut your mouth, meat!"

Deborah was literally stiff at the shock of sudden shock.

"---... smell...?

Behind the girl lies the maids! Covering his mouth, he began the endurance tournament.

"--Bu...! Hey, Elma, that's how you say it...!

"Yes, I have considered using offensive language to verbalize my anger, but I am calm, so I have chosen a euphemism to blame."

"It turned out to be the most critical word choice!

Irene seemed to be embarrassing the girl in front of her, but she didn't even hear it.

The beautiful girl quickly approached and whispered to Deborah, who was stunned.

"To summarize Deborah's assertion, you are weak - that is, unbeauty is due to your weak body, and unbeauty is natural to harass beauty, right?

"Ah... uhh..."

Something.

I want to say something back.

However, before the violent remarks and this violent beauty, the body seemed completely paralyzed.

As she stares at the mysterious dawn eyes of the girl, she even feels like her head core is numb and her words are melting away.

"Very well, then I will cover that claim from the bottom up."

A beautiful girl cut her throat.

Then she lifted up her thin arms and put her hands together, barely starting to snap her bones.

--Ouch! Gokyukyukyukyukyuk!

"Hih...!

No way, I'm going to raise my hand against myself.

It was Deborah who covered his face with his arms, but the expectation seemed to be off track.

Because,

"We are now starting Deborah von Frenzel's total detox treatment."

That's why she started putting on her glasses again.