The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Late at night, Kevin woke up with sore throats and coughs.

It happens all the time.

Even a sick person can withstand changes in temperature during the day and night.

Kevin rubbed his throat and woke himself up from the bed with a dull motion.

(Hmm, sloppy servants who don't even notice my husband coughing)

The anguish around your lungs is replaced by frustration, deceiving and cursing.

The weak, full-blown environment in the Mansion brought him over age vocabulary and a disgusting personality.

No, let's say it's a testament to childhood, believing that you can gain an advantage by speaking cheerfully to others.

Well, waiting on the bedside doesn't mean the butlers and servants bring you water.

Due to the strange lord and the disliked sister, the number of servants in this mansion has been reduced year by year.

If you want water, you must move yourself and speak to your servants.

Kevin slowly woke up his hot body and headed for the door.

In Kevin's next room, where he often falls, servants are usually expected to wait.

If they hadn't done other jobs because of a shortage of manpower, there would have been someone there who could have brought the water bottle.

(- No, or are you looking after that guest?

Lucas appeared behind Kevin's head.

Luden's proud colored man.

A fierce knight with excellent martial arts as King's brother.

I was also envious to have a beautiful blonde girl at his side, but more than that I was jealous of his sturdy body.

His Majesty King Lucas' younger brother likes colour somewhat, but he also has a carefree personality and a popularity, and walks around freely without being imprisoned.

It's very different from being slapped in the mouth and rarely going out of the territory as a sick breath.

He put his hand on the door with a crunchy feeling, but stopped following the words that jumped into his ear.

"--I 'm really surprised! How could that ugly girl be like this!? What?"

Ugly lady.

About my sister.

Apparently, in the meantime, the maids are blooming with rumors.

Kevin stopped going out immediately and set his ears clear in front of the door.

Summarizing the speaker's maid's story, it seems that Deborah has lost weight and become beautiful in one day.

Although Kevin was a disguised person who questioned whether everything was really the same person, Kevin lightly described it as a female-specific exaggeration.

Similarly, the maid on the listener's side replied bitterly, "Again, that's too much to say."

Then the speaker put more and more effort into his voice.

"You don't believe me, do you? Enough. You can come to Deborah's room tomorrow morning. Then you must fall down to the holy hand of Elmael the Apostle of Beauty!

"What, Elmael the Apostle of Beauty?"

That's a pretty awesome name. Kevin raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and the maid continued to be proud.

"That's why I'm talking about the Patriarch who showed Deborah his miracle. Elma gave Elma the honor of" shining "(El). You look like an angel, right?... oh dear, didn't I tell you about my most important place around here?

Apparently, this maid is a type that doesn't like to talk along time lines. Speaking of which, the naming sense is a bit of an alley.

When she rewinds the story back to where Deborah harassed Irene, it's time to talk about the many miracles that happened to Deborah and the details of the Elma girl who brought it to life.

I mean, under the glasses is hidden the beauty of a heart that stops.

I mean, I have the skill to do enough work with one finger.

As it should be, as soon as the hand touches it, everything returns to life, and it is the owner of the sacred hand that ushers in a time of perplexity.

"Already, it's amazing. It was amazing. What people started at an irresistible speed was" koso juice "created from the algae of a carefree pond, so I thought that the metabolism was Dosha and armor, and the first gentle loosening was satva with the chakra opening from there. As a result, the arrogant and slutty young lady immediately turned into a beauty. Do you understand?"

"I have no idea."

Kevin had no idea.

But there was information in the maid's story that she could not see.

The speed with which people can't help themselves.

[]/(n, vs) (yoji) carelessness/(P)/

The devil.

The people of Frenzel were the ones who cut open the land after the battle against the families of the demons, including the moths.

Now that the demonic tribe has been destroyed, there have been fewer people who have neglected the devil in piety as in the past, but the closer to the center of the people, the more they tend to eliminate things that are connected to the devil and things that are heterogeneous.

As the son of the lord, Kevin had an instinctive aversion to the Elma girl who showed him the "man has to" move.

The maid on the listener's side, who seems to be an ancient student, also felt similar.

She asked with a vigilant voice, rather than synchronizing with a colleague who was in the room.

"Are you okay with that? If your daughter became a beauty with the help of a maid from King's Landing - and if it was too radical, would it be rumored that she signed a contract with the devil?

Rather disgusting, she even snorted her nose.

"To the lord wandering around every night in disgust, to the arrogant and dragging lady, I don't like to rely on you. Even though the family of this mansion is not popular with the people, if there is rumor that Deborah has signed a contract with the devil, we won't be able to go down to the city anymore. It's not like being an angel floats."

"Well, that's right...."

It seems that the speaker has finally come to that.

"But there are no demon tribes in modern times, and Deborah after transformation feels really good..."

And I tried to make a small objection, but I was quickly blocked by a more serious voice.

"The question is not whether there are demons or not, but whether there are such suspicious rumors. You're with Deborah, and you rarely go outside the Mansion, so you don't know, but you're not happy with the territory. Especially regarding the lack of countermeasures against moths these days, I have considerable distrust. I honestly don't think it's funny what happens when you find a moose egg in the field."

Kevin breathes quietly.

He was going to be a little more interested in the territory than in Deborah.

But after all, he tends to come to the Mansion under the pretext that he is sick and weak, and he doesn't have a good grasp of the outside world.

Kevin forgot his sore throat and clutched his fist.

(Perhaps His Highness Lucas has come to confirm this...)

It could have been enough for him to bring his favorite daughter to play in the countryside, but there was still a slight discomfort in reaching out to the land opposite the royal family.

However, if you are visiting the territory at the same time as an outing, it will be satisfactory.

(I've come to make sure... but maybe I've come to shake things up...?

Having learned to stand completely diagonally, Kevin looks up and thinks like that.

Frenzel has a bad relationship with the King's City because of his history.

The people of Frenzel have their own pride in defending their vineyards and their own rules.

The fact that the King's side did not find it interesting was also evident from the small amount of subsidies and the existence of prisons built like bellies at the edge of the territory.

On the other hand, the quality of Frenzel's wines appears to be in increasing demand in recent years.

(For example... if you want wine, let your people and us get in trouble and throw a hole in it and merge the territory, etc.)

I still don't know who the new King Felix is, but in the reign of his ancestor Werner, he was often given such a small talk.

King's Landing is greedy.

--However, my father Jonas never tried to teach my son how to run around, so I don't know Kevin and his insider.

Despite this, Kevin put his strength into his fist-shaking hand.

Becoming a 10-year-old boy, no, because he was 10 years old, he was convinced of the correctness of his sense of justice and responsibility and consolidated his determination that he should protect his territory.

(What do you want the people to do to wake you up...)

I fell ill quickly and grew slowly.

Kevin knew that he was short, not ten years old in appearance, but only eight years old, and that his surroundings thought it unreliable.

But with wisdom.

With this brain, which is somewhat better than that of a boy of his age, we may be able to relieve the dissatisfaction of the people and avoid interference from the king's capital.

No, if it's the Son of the Lord, we have to do that.

(I suppress my anxiety about the moth. I won't let the people's hearts be tickled by rumors of being a demon.)

First, we should find out Lucas's true intentions and put a stop to it.

No, before that, you might want to show the strange movements and behaviors of the maid (Elma) who tried to make strange rumors to the Frenzel family, and peel off her hide.

What a holy hand.

After all, I only put in my sister and applied cosmetics like clowning and cleaned up a little bit.

That sister is prone to being deceived by aggressive behavior.

Kevin put his hand on the chest of his nightgown and squeezed the cloth.

There is a ring hanging from it, which is the image of my mother.

A mother who gave birth to herself in exchange for her life.

Her ring is also a symbol of Kevin's original sin, but it was nonetheless the only thing in the Mansion that made him feel the presence of love.

--Kevin was surrounded by his father, his sister, who was drunk on his pity, and servants who despised him.

(It would be more accurate to say... hate rather than distance)

Kevin feels a rough touch over the cloth, and that's exactly what Kevin thinks.

In the Frenzel domain, it was customary for the ring to inherit his mother's wedding ring as proof of the lord.

Even though I lost my life during childbirth, I learned to practice.

The ring was not buried, but kept by his father, Jonas, and finally handed over a few years ago, until Kevin came to mind - the silver ring was so rusty that he couldn't even read the engraved letters.

Kevin was shocked by it.

Above all, it is a ring that guarantees the identity of the next lord and should become more of an asset to his son.

Even though it never shines as bright as new, I thought it was something that was at least cherished.

In fact, the ring is rusty as if it had been deliberately hurt.

There, after reading his father's hostility to himself - and still wanting to keep his only goodness with his mother with him - Kevin ended up lowering his ring through the chain into his chest without putting his fingers on it.

Kevin thought it was no longer permissible for him to be unable to show his next lord's credentials to the surrounding audience, and he didn't like the small fact that he was stuck in the back of the helpful mansion.

(Tomorrow morning, I will go to visit the territory. Also, a maid named Elma needs to be questioned.)

Father Jonas is terribly reluctant for his son to appear in public or help the lord with his work.

He may have a nasty face for coming out this time, but you know what?

Kevin put a chain in his hand and dropped a kiss on the ring, but eventually he didn't ask for a water bottle and turned back to the bed.