The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

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"Ki, kyaaaaaaa!

Kevin opened his eyes slightly, and Deborah, who was weak, bluished and poked his buttocks on the spot.

Green wings that are twice as big as regular moths and depict a tragic pattern. Chest and touch covered in cilia.

And a lot of scaly flour that flutters like snow.

It was precisely a swarm of moths that scattered the powder with vibes.

"Hmm, why are so many moths...?!

"Apparently there was a huge crowd in the nearby swamp."

Elma explains calmly as Kevin mutters.

Next to that, Deborah trembled against the hem of Elma's clothes.

"Alright... please help me! Wow, my body swells up and swells up just from a slight bath of that scaly powder in the past...."

Her eyes began to burst into tears.

"Even if you don't feel weak, if you bathe in this amount, your skin will become sore and your lungs will rot... if you get stabbed by a needle, you may die instantly...!

Irene trembles at the horror and look of it.

"That's right, if you say such a thing, how can you come here in such a large quantity...?!

But the clouds covered the sky with too many moths to escape.

"Cover your body with clothes for now! The herd will be dealt with by me and Elma. Elma, can you do it!?

Lucas draws Irene and Deborah, puts on his jacket, and then asks Elma sharply. Elma answered immediately.

"Yes, of course."

So I stared at the universe of moths and somehow held my throat down.

"Hi... nh, come on, it's coming!

He raised his eyebrows and looked back at the young scream that echoed behind him.

It seemed as though Kevin was panicking at a moth that was getting out of the herd and approaching us.

Kevin, whose lungs are weak and psychologically fragile, stretches his whole body and pokes his buttocks again.

He was sufficiently disturbed to hyperventilate, and whispered in his ears during his breathing.

"Ku, don't come! This is ridiculous! Come on!

However, as if the moth had a habit of reacting to high sounds, or rather attracted interest, several moths, and several moths approached Kevin.

A swarm of dull moths crumbled from one corner and attacked Kevin, and Deborah raised her screaming rage.

"You idiot....!

In this way, he kicks the jacket he's been wearing and stands up despite his weak body.

"Shut your mouth!

Behind her words, she covered her brother's body.

"Sister..."

"Shut your mouth! Hold your breath!

Kevin stares at her unexpected sister's behavior.

However, he saw the moth approaching just about an arm's length from Deborah's back at the tip of his open gaze and threw the ring he was holding.

"Don't come...!

Perhaps it was his first action to protect someone other than himself.

But I don't even know if it should have been because it was rusty, or if it was superstition that the silver would scatter the devil itself, the moth wouldn't even be alert.

Rinsed along the trajectory of the ring and smoothed himself, the herd tried to attack Kevin and the others.

Scale flour also falls down with the quick movement.

In this state, the fluffy demon powder, or the poison needle hidden in the hair of the demon moth, touches both of them!

--Zah....!

At that time a wind broke out.

Soon, Kevin's vision suddenly became brighter.

I found out the reason later.

Because the moths that flooded the sky like dark clouds were wiped out of the sky by the scales.

"Eh...!?"

Kevin groans.

I didn't know what was going on right now, even though I should have opened my eyes.

At that time, in the corner of his vision, something was glowing, and he quickly turned to you.

There was a small maid playing sunlight with thick glasses.

For some reason - she carries two huge cloth bags in each hand.

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Kevin started moving his thoughts, which had stopped completely...

She's got a huge bag.

I wonder what that is.

It's really swollen, no, by the way, it's like something (...) is bumping and shaking from the inside, and... it's like you can hear a feather sound...

――…………

"Elma!! You caught the moth!?

It was at the same time that Kevin understood the contents of the bag and Deborah raised her fearful face and shouted with joy.

Deborah threw her brother away and looked up at Elma with her hands together on the spot.

"Ahh! Ahh! Thank you! Thank you! Wow, I can't believe I put one of these in a bag without leaking it! That's Elmael...!

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Elma does not move a single eyebrow, even though she is fully honoured by the noble Countess of the Frontier.

It seemed like it could only be expressed lightly, and I handily tied up a bag containing a magic moth.

"That's right, Elma...! Thank you so much! But where the hell did that bag come from?

Huh? Normally from the bag.

"... why were you carrying such a big bag? Like, why did such a big bag fit in that little cloth bag? That must be a stupid question....."

"Huh? Normally, when you're walking in the mountains, don't you carry it with you, a big bag?

…………

Irene shouted with gratitude at first, but chose silence with the same amount of Elma.

What are you carrying with you two bags that are robust enough to trap a moth, and that are big enough to tie together enough sleeping bags for human use?

Lucas also opened his eyes for a moment, but he turned his head and called Elma to say that it was true that he had been saved.

"Thank you, Elma. But let me do my job a little bit. Can you lend me some holy water after you burn the moths in bags? I'll do the rest."

Huh?

However, Elma frowned rather suspiciously at the words, which were full of responsibility.

"... are you going to burn it? How did you catch him?

"... you captured me to exterminate me?

"No way. If you encounter creatures in the mountains, it is the mountain code to first hope for a gentle exit, and if you still can't, then consider how to take advantage of them. I just followed it."

"What line of the world are you talking about?!

The story of the mountains in prison.

Lukas shouted with his hand in his head, and Irene blushed again.

"Or, and to make use of it... I don't suppose the moth is going to drink too...!?

Huh?

Elma pulled her chin in disgust.

"No, don't you usually drink magic moths? I'm just boiling the cocoon balls to make silk."

"The idea of boiling the larvae of a moth is no longer normal!

By the way, it was Irene who didn't want this friend to say "normal."

Now, speaking of Kevin, who was rescued, he's been watching the conversation in a daze.

It was completely left behind in the conversation.

"- So, Kevin and Deborah. May I borrow the mansion's cooking area and pot? And the wood to build the hut."

Elma, who held the bag, turned around and stared straight at us, and he returned to me.

"Ah... no, uh..."

I returned it, but the words didn't come out.

Are you sure this little maid took out that amount of moths?

No, if you look at the stupid bag in front of you, is that possible?

It seems harmless, but is she still magical?

Or boil it, bring the moth to our house, use it even in a pot, wow, I don't want you to use it twice...

Thoughts burst out, circling around the back of the brain.

As a result, Deborah whispered softly to Kevin, who just stared at Elma in silence.

"Kevin, come on. At least you know Elma saved you, right? First of all, thank you too. And apologize for being rude."

"Ah......"

My sister told me to finally start moving my body.

Unconsciously, he searched for the ring that was supposed to hang in his pocket - and then he opened his eyes.

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Nothing.

Yes, the silver ring just threw at the moth.

Kevin took a breath and hurriedly scratched the surrounding bushes.

It's not on the ground.

Not at the root of the tree.

Neither in the shadow of the leaves, nor at the feet of men.

The ring probably fell through the universe where the moths were flocking - to the other side of the cliff. A terrible wave rises above the shoreline.

"Ah... my mother's ring..."

Kevin blushed and moaned in despair.