The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Everything that happened in the next hour was far beyond Deborah's imagination.

Rather, it went beyond the scope of understanding of all the human beings present.

As a result, by the time the civilian maid quickly shut the curtains in the room, set up a light that smelled sleepy, peeled Deborah into a piece of chemise, and knocked her down on a bed sprinkled with oil and rose flowers, everyone had just stared at it and could not take a single move.

No, I was sitting tightly in a visitor's chair that I had for a while.

"Wow... what are you going to do to me...!?

"Drain the increased and worsening Dosha and Arma out of the body to restore Tri-Dosha harmony."

"Ha...?

Even though the impeccably dressed Deborah finally questioned weakly, Elma declared herself too grand to be meaningful, so she was distracted.

Without knowing what she was about to do, she was just swallowed by the girl's urge to let go - by the way, the girl returned to her dumpling glasses, saying, "Because cleanliness is the first priority for the practitioner" - and the opponent shook a small glass.

"Drink this first."

Deborah looked at the glass with her body pressed against the bed and sweating cold.

Now, where the hell did this come from and when did it come from?

In the sudden appearance of the glass, a thick green liquid is shaking.

It also has a refreshing lemon scent, but the blue smell like grass juice can't be deceived.

The concern that it wasn't poison overshadowed Deborah's face in a hurry, but to the horseback rider girl,

Come on, keep going.

I was able to tilt the glass economically and swallowed it reflexively.

"----------------!"

At that moment, the bad smell and taste of my hair are attacking - surprisingly, my mouth is sweet and clean.

It was no exaggeration to say that the refreshing flavor of vegetables was delicious with the acidity and sweetness of honey, lemon and apples.

And on the aftertaste, there was a strange finish that I had never tasted before.

Deborah drank everything unexpectedly before asking.

"... what is this?

"It is a special detox enzyme juice. It increases metabolism and promotes the discharge of old waste. Ingredients include carefully selected green and yellow vegetables, apples, honey and lemon--"

"Surprisingly ordinary ingredients."

And then there's the beetle.

"Bufuoo!

Unexpectedly blows grandeur into words added to nothing.

Elma lifted the bridge of her glasses.

"It was gushing in the pond, so we collected and processed it. Is it a good environment or is it a very good breeding experience?"

In a very serious tone, he praised the quality of the Frenzel family beetle.

"Mi... Mido, Midori, you made me drink insects...!?

"Well, it's a bug... well, it's a bug. It's a creature that wanders the boundaries of plants and animals, and it's because of the environment of the pond, and for these beetles there's even a trace amount of air, and it's troublesome to define whether it's a normal bug."

"Nh...?!

Deborah lost her complexion as Elma leaned her head carelessly.

If the weak self ingests worms, that is, demons, it is life-threatening.

She bluished and hurriedly tried to spit out the contents of her stomach, but before that Elma murmured "well" and pushed Deborah's forehead down.

"Now, let's move on to the procedure."

――――

Strangely enough, Deborah's body stopped twitching as if she had been sewn to her bedside, even though she was pushing her forehead with her fingertips.

"Nh........."

"Surgery depends primarily on the procedure. This time, in order to achieve the effect in a short period of time, I think that the positive reaction will also be developed as strongly and rapidly as possible, but they are all meant to produce old waste."

"Nh... that's... someone...!

I have no idea what this maid is saying.

I don't know. It's horrible.

Deborah finally pretended to ask for help.

---su......

Elma stroked her body with a hand that was nothing but smooth.

Suddenly, as if the algae sticking to the bottom of the lake were being pushed away by the stream, the ugly memories that were tickling in my heart subsided.

--Su, su....

Every time you gently stroke your muscles along the skeleton, your body relaxes.

"Ah...."

It feels good.

Deborah remembered that the thick ice melted away in the warm sun.

The stiffness that I always felt somewhere in my body melted away.

The irritation, the impatience, the faint nausea, the weight swayed the contours.

(It's so warm....)

Here's your hand.

Your palms are warm enough to keep you warm, even though you're supposed to have a slender little hand.

It reminded Deborah of her mother's hug, which she felt on her younger days.

Mother, called the Frenzel Sun.

That era when she was always smiling happily, hugged, pulled back, and believed that everything in the world was shining.

Nothing is missing from me. I just look around proudly at the leaves of this sacred vineyard, like my mother in front of me.

(I miss it... I'm going to fall asleep...)

As you dream, you're really about to be invited to the world of sleep, and Deborah's fat neck flips over to the bed.

At that time, the door opened in a hurry, and someone stepped into the room.

"Hey, what's going on!?

Lucas had a serious look on his face.

He turned off his information-gathering once in the morning and tried to return to the room to which he had been sent. He discovered that there were a few servants in the hallway who had left their hips behind, and he sensed the emergency and came.

Despite being trampled by a longing knight and a pair of underwear, Deborah, who was in a trance, no longer cared about it.

(Ah... the world is... warm...)

Lucas opens his eyes slightly when he sees the Countess lying with her open eyes.

When he found Irene among the corps of maids who were sitting and completely rigid, Lucas shook his shoulders and asked sharply.

"Hey, Irene, come on! What the hell is going on!?

"----hah, Your Highness...!

Irene, who had been watching the situation for a while, returned to me.

With her hands on her forehead,

"Um... Deborah is restoring Tri Dosha's harmony to cover up Deborah's words with gauze marks on the vase..."

After collecting and explaining the thighs and words, Lucas cut it off with a chaotic look "I don't know at all."

However, he also demonstrated adaptability and demonstrated a fairly approaching understanding of the situation, having been in contact with an organism outside the common sense (Elma) for a period of two months.

"... I don't know, but is it true that Elma, who was angry with Miss Deborah for some kind of behavior, is massaging Miss Deborah for something?

"That's it!

To summarize with the word massage, Elma's behavior was sudden, and Deborah's expression was too carefree, but Irene nodded for a moment.

Because things changed a lot while we were talking to Lucas.

Loosely, Elma was gently stroking Deborah with a hand that was about to melt just by looking, but at the next moment, when she raised her hands,

"Haah!

--Bwah....!

Along with the shouting, a great wind broke out!

"Haah......!

"Nh...!

Deborah screamed, and Lucas, who had turned into a gallery, waited.

The source of the wind is Elma's hand.

It was supposed to be a human hand, rubbing the surface of Deborah's body vertically and horizontally at a speed that could not even be seen, and the resulting wind was perhaps ravaging the room like a tornado.

No, horizontal and vertical - the motion that seems to have no regularity at first sight is actually carefully calculated, even the protrusion of its fingertips, palms, and joints, without hair strain, along the blood flow of Deborah.

With each powerful stroke, the ones in Deborah that began to melt began to move towards the outside of the body with tremendous momentum.

"Su... incredible wind...!

"Everybody, head down! Get down with your chair legs! Otherwise they'll take it!

Lucas relentlessly flew his orders to the maids who sat in their skirts in a blowing wind.

Covering a few people close to him, he glanced at the bed facing the wind.

As a knight, familiar with eastern and western martial arts and body arts, and blessed with motor vision, he was the only one on the scene to recognize Elma's arm movements and the effects it was bringing.

Behind his head, knowledge of the training methods throughout the continent unfolded, and eventually he was breathtaking.

"Really, that's...."

"What is it!? What the hell is going on now!?

Ayurveda!

"Ha!?

Irene, desperately clinging to the chair, raised her confused voice.

Meanwhile, on the bedside, Deborah was also very confused.

(Hmm... what's going on?!?

Procedures like being in a whirlpool of storms. Deborah trembles and shakes his whole body with an unknown sensation now occurring in his own flesh.

No, this is not a tremor.

Your whole body is waving as if the earth were ringing.

It's like a fluctuation in the crust.

His flesh, which had become a cold, hardened and barren earth - and fat, to say the least - was now shaken by the thunderbolt of God's roaring thunderbolts, and his head was lifted as the thrust of a magma named the hot blood tide hidden inside.

The dark ground that makes it rough - and fat, to say the least - slowly erodes, swallows and becomes fine fragments of the magma's turbidity, eventually turning into a big wave and rushing violently around Deborah's whole body!

When Deborah portrayed heaven and earth as possible in his brain,

- Ooh!

With the speed that reminds me of a flashing comet, Elma now pierces Deborah's secret hole.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Irene stuck to Lucas by the side of Deborah's scream.

"What is it now!?

"Deborah's chakra is open!

"Yes!!??