The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Bright morning.

Lucas, Irene, and Elma, in the name of "walking," carried their feet to the depths of the forest, beyond the French realm.

The forests that rise gently from the vast and graceful vineyards are better described as steep mountains at the back.

From the side of the Beast Road, there are occasional cliffs peeking, underneath which dark waves are shattered by rock skin and splashing.

Gentle and gracious nature and rugged and threatening nature loosely adjoin each other - the hallmark of Frenzel territory.

Irene screamed at the unfamiliar mountain walk and offered to take a break. The scenery under the cliff in front of her shocked her spine.

"But... I can't believe I stepped out of the woods and it was already the sea... if I fell off this cliff - oh no, I just thought it would freak me out."

That's right.

Elma, who sat down next to Irene as she was dating, nodded as she stared straight at the edge of the cliff.

It's a very intense wave.

Then Lucas, standing on the side of the cliff, slightly covering the women's side, raised one eyebrow while moisturizing his throat with water.

"Oh, Elma. But do you ever tremble on a rough wave?"

"Of course. A trekking is a battle against the waves. Just thinking about how to forgive the waves like a horse and how to swim out, I'm thrilled."

"... what?

The conversation between the two seems to have meshed for a moment, the fruit of which is a deep disconnect like a trench.

When Lucas and the others felt unexpectedly gloomy, Elma continued with a nostalgic voice.

"I missed an opportunity this year, but when it comes to swimming, it's a summer epic. When I was a kid, I could only swim about 200 miles, but it's also a good memory that I sometimes slightly increased my distance each year while playing with Clarken and Leviathan."

"Going beyond exclusive economic waters!?

"But, what about the Kraken you once ate!?

Both shouted loudly.

Elma, however, stared at the tip of the cliff in a deafening manner.

"Looking at the rock that looks like a gate under the cut cliff at the start point... so nostalgic."

Beyond the gaze is the summit of the mountain, which passes through several peaks. It was the deepest part of the forest, showing the most gloomy and harshest expression.

A steep perimeter overlooking the highest cliffs.

Only a few dark buildings peek into the walls from among the darkly foliage trees during the day.

Outside of Frenzel territory, the steepest spot - yes, there is a Valzer prison that gathers felons from all over the continent.

"Elma...."

Irene shakes her eyes to a friend who doesn't stray from a distant prison.

She felt nostalgia from Elma, who hid her face with her glasses, and gently touched her arm.

"You miss it.... that's right. Prison is your home, though. If you look at it, you'll miss it."

"No, I've hardly ever been out of prison, so I don't think I'd miss the look of the prison."

If you ask me, yes.

"--Wait, did you say 'almost'? Does that mean he escaped from jail sometimes? That's what we're talking about, right?

"Strictly speaking, rather than jail, every time you look down from the mountain, you'll remember the nostalgia. Why on earth is this?"

"Hey, don't ignore me."

Lucas, who is falling into the common sense position, slips in, but Elma doesn't hold her head tilted.

Irene, who basically prioritized Elma over her employer, also failed to heed Lucas's words and put her hand on Elma's arm to work.

"I'll tell you. That means you're suffering from homesickness. When I first went to King's Land, I was nostalgic when I saw everything associated with it, not the landscape of my hometown."

Really?

Elma nods honestly when Irene tells her to.

Irene was heartbroken by seeing her so pure.

Elma.

This all-purpose, pure and mysterious friend.

I hear that prison is a bad environment, and that all the episodes that come out of her mouth are sour, but for this innocent woman, prison is home and home.

As a friend, Irene asked, just as she was about to be torn in half by her desire to retain Elma in a "proper" environment and her desire to go home as she wished.

"... you want to go home?

Next, you unconsciously pull your friend's sleeve.

When Elma leaned her neck, she was small.

That's right.

and replied.

When they heard that, Lucas and Irene quickly intersected.

It was because I remembered my guilt - and, by the way, my concern that if Elma was aiming for a dynamic homecoming, it would destroy only one country.

"- But I can't go home now. After all, if you don't get the" normal "inscription, it's more than you decided once."

"That's...."

They both nodded ambiguously, worried about the hammer.

Lucas put words of consolation in his mouth, such as, "If this mission is carried out safely, you should get a note from your brother-in-law right away." But at that moment, Deborah's face, dramatically bifour-afterwards and transformed into an Elma believer, pulled it in.

Early on, I can't say "I can do it safely" with confidence to the person who started the beauty revolution and enslaved one person.

I mean, when I multiply it, that is, I even feel like a flag.

By the way, from yesterday onwards, Deborah was all over Elma like a wet fallen leaf - that's why Elma couldn't go to the city after all - and she wasn't here because she was the first to be sprayed by Elma herself this morning.

"... well, do your best to have a 'normal' day."

Ultimately, with restraint in mind, he said that without difficulty.

Then Lucas turned to the two of them again.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm immersed, but prison sights aren't the focus of the day. There must be a swamp up ahead, nicknamed" Deborah Swamp. "According to the rumors of the people, even the mudslides are drifting."

Yes, he was just using the information he collected yesterday to visit some place.

Lucas spared no effort in his fierce appearance, and this is what Lucas learned from the town's women's team.

Frenzel lord Jonas used to be a brilliant priest who invented a tool for ringing chains when he was only ten years old and chased away the moth.

The long-earned wife Eliza is a woman who combines beauty and cheerful personality, called the "Frenzel Sun", and said that the reputation of the lord's family was strong and the future of the lord seemed bright.

The situation changed a decade or so ago.

Eliza ends up dying in the birth of her son Kevin.

And Jonas, who was his beloved wife's house, was silent as the man had changed; and his son, whom his wife had bartered in exchange for his life, was put in the house as if he were hiding from the people, and he set himself apart.

Daughter Deborah turned into an arrogant ugly lady with the symptoms of weakness, and her son Kevin also dragged herself into the Mansion without participating in the management of the collar due to his weakness.

In synchronization with the decline of the lord's family, occasional sightings of moths resistant to ringing chains in the fields caused anxiety among the people.

Frenzel is an independent land that does not even depend on the King's City.

Normally, I would complain to the lord and try to settle the matter, but I can't rely on Jonas now.

At the end of the day, Jonas has exited the mansion every night for the past few years, heading deep into the woods.

Behind the woods is the realm of the devil, where the beasts trek and drift.

Instead of killing them as lords, Jonas knelt down in the swamp at the bottom of the forest, drawing the moth to him, according to the testimony of the man who followed him secretly.

It's as if you're performing some kind of ritual by drifting the scales of moths around you and soaking your hands in the swamp to pray.

It didn't take him long before there were rumors that he was about to sign a contract with the devil to try his dead wife's soul.

"I had to honestly hold on to various intrusions, such as that the demon tribe would have been destroyed already, or that witnesses could ask on the spot, but the root of the problem was rather anxiety about the people's demon moth. They are worried that the moths will not eradicate their precious grapes, and they are looking to the lord's family for a way out of their anxiety and discontent."

Lucas calmly analyzes and says so.

"And it is the swamp that is the source and symbol of the anxiety of the people. They even suspect that the lord has a magic moth in the swamp. Nevertheless, it was originally a people who hated demons more than anything else. You can go and check it out yourself, and the result speculation calls for speculation, and it's like this."

"Yesterday morning alone, you often bought so much information. That's right."

Irene exclaimed, and Lucas slightly distorted his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

"Thank you very much."

Femininity is a bit bad, but after all, he is a serious and capable man.

Lucas glanced at Elma, but didn't have any particular comments from her, so she had a slightly insufficient look and turned again towards the edge of the cliff, in the direction of the swamp.

"- Nevertheless, I've been listening mainly to the town's daughters, that is, the people. If I were to be fair, I would have listened to the lord before I saw the swamp, but this is my fault."

By the way, he is also a tough man on his job.

Lucas quickly mapped out his plans for the future.

"If Miss Deborah misses Elma that much, we'll sneak her out here soon."

And when she groaned, Elma stood up.

"Yes, sir."

"What about it?"

Looking at Lucas with a strange face, she snapped her fingers.

"Dear Deborah, Camon!

Then the nearby bushes swayed, and a figure jumped out in front of Lucas.

"Thank you for waiting, Elma!

It's Deborah.