The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Holy shit....."

As he lay on the bed with Elma's body tight, Lucas exhaled his fatigue.

A time when the sunlight is gradually replaced by the darkness.

This is a room addressed to both Elma and Irene.

"I've never had so much trouble carrying one of my daughters to the bed...."

Lucas spilled slowly and slapped Elma's forehead, sleeping quietly.

Elma fell down for about two hours.

Lucas rushed to check Elma's pulse and breath, perhaps just sleeping, but Kevin, who was constantly seeing doctors, distinguished between loss of consciousness and sleep, was in great disturbance until he returned to the Mansion.

Firstly, Kevin, who thought he had fallen because of himself, was almost disabled by shock.

On the spot, he stopped to apologize to Elma, and next to him Deborah shouted.

Irene was just for the second time and seemed a little cool, but still worried about her best friend, she looked around a lot, so she almost got her feet all the way down the mountain.

After all, Lucas, who was the only member of the group who remained calm, picked up a bag full of moths carrying Elma and scolded the Frenzel sister and brother, who sometimes began to carve poems of mourning, and somehow arrived at the Mansion.

After all, the matter of the swamp, which seems to be swarming with moths, remains untouched.

Today I will focus on Elma's care, and I will have to go back to the mountains after tomorrow.

Incidentally, Elma, who was wet with sea water, was wiped and dressed by Irene and Deborah, but the two people whose faces turned bright red said, "I'm going to open a new door...! Lucas, who was also dressed, took the place of nursing because he jumped out of the room.

"Don't make a scene until you're asleep. What are you going to do with the allowances and the seduction?"

Even though he is a man, Lucas snorts his nose as he is somehow being seen as Elma's "protector."

But, of course, the girl who exposed her bare face and spread her long and glossy hair to the pillow had something to strongly appeal to even Lucas, who was familiar with the beauty.

That little white face looks a little bluished.

Lucas frowned unconsciously.

"Why did you fall down because of the smell of grass, even though you can ride the beak and follow the serine..."

For example, if there were allergies, he knew and had seen the horrors, but Elma's symptoms seemed different or slightly different.

Somewhat like being intoxicated by a very strong alcohol - yes, just like the other day, when I fainted over a distilled liquor.

The rhythm stopped turning, your thoughts blurred, you fainted, and then you fell asleep.

"... weird guy"

Kevin's rushed attending physician hasn't arrived at the Mansion yet.

Lucas stopped anxiety and anxiety and stuffed Elma so gently.

Elma.

Strange girl.

An annoying daughter who has the ability to deviate from normal trajectories, an unexpected beauty, and enchants everything she meets.

Yes, let's admit it.

Lucas couldn't help but be attracted to this surprisingly honest, but always overwhelmed, box-like girl.

To him who is interested in the unknown, a woman is like a book.

A beautiful cover painting, a touch that sticks to your fingers, and a pleasant feeling. Reach out with your heart.

This woman turns the page excitedly about her personality and what kind of thoughts she has, but when she finishes reading it - if she understands it, a feeling of whiteness comes quickly.

But in Elma's case, every time he flipped the page, an unexpected side appeared, never letting go of his mind.

It's still in its preamble.

I can still turn back.

However, I even had the feeling that if I stepped in a little more, I would fall in love with this girl.

"... how can I raise a woman like you?

Lifting the edge of her lips in a mockery mockery, she asks.

No, I'm sure you know the answer.

"I was raised in prison."

Connect Elma's stories so far, and speculate.

Beautiful because she's the daughter of a beautiful whore.

There is also a sense of justice because I was raised by a former brave man.

You can defeat monsters because you've been trained by mad warriors, you can operate because you've been taught by mad scientists, you can brainwash under the influence of kidnappers, and you can read micro-expressions because you've been taught by fraudsters.

But no matter how much they taught me, I wonder how many girls could have acquired that ability.

(He still has some secrets...)

It was not speculation, it was certainty.

Maybe if we go to jail, we'll find out the secret.

But...

(Just because you want to know the identity of the woman you care about, a man stepping into his parents' house, right?

Lucas believes that if there is someone who cares about that personality, it is Lucas' belief that it should be heard from him.

Not to mention that Elma has committed some sin, but rather she has just been saving her surroundings. How about accidentally investigating such a girl?

(Not all Walzer Prisons are heterogeneous criminals. Only six of them came out of the story and planted all sorts of things in Elma. Their stunts (...) should have been showcased publicly - just like that, there won't be any more flying skills)

People call it a flag.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders and then gave Elma her sleeping forehair.

"... wake up quickly."

Sleeping face is a beauty you'll always want to see, but it's still no match for her charm to wake up and do something unexpected.

Moreover, if she stays asleep long enough to confront the tuna, she becomes worried that she is really okay.

When Lucas leaned all over Elma's mouth to see her breathing,

--Con, Con

The door was knocked and a voice rang.

"Is Elma sleeping in this room?

The doctor finally arrived.

Lucas got upset and woke up in a hurry.

"Oh, yeah."

The young man who opened the door and entered was wrapped in white and wearing thick glasses.

Around the time of the year, it was a little more than Lucas.

Doctor, it is quite young to be the attending physician of the Count of the Border.

After staring seriously, the other person leaned over to hide his face with his long forehair.

"Well... I'll see you soon... There are occasions to relax your clothes, so if you don't mind...."

"Ah-ah, I'm sorry."

Lucas nodded calmly at what the young man said.

It's a wilderness for a man to attend a girl's examination.

Well then, let's call my coworker's maid.

"No... it may take some time... and I don't think that's going to happen..."

"Well, I'm in the next room, so give me a signal when you're done," added Lucas, reluctantly.

Then, after giving Elma a thoughtful glance at the sleeping Elma, she finally left the room.

――……

The remaining youth breathes quietly, fu.

Then, basically, I looked around the room.

A small shelf sits next to a large sleeping area.

Silver figurines placed there, such as water, towels, perfume oils of awareness, and prayers for recovery.

Knitted decorations with holy water, sympathetic flowers, and prayers.

By the window are bright flowers that inspire the viewer.

Everything is prepared to care for fallen Elma.

He looks at them all the way.

"--Not at all."

and murmured.

"Are these people still doing this kind of prehistoric nursing?"

Sooner or later, he chooses from the living flowers a strong fragrance, and throws it out of the sardines and the windows, with his undisputed hands.

Furthermore, after smelling the fragrance oil, I threw it away without expression.

I also smelled the holy water and decided to leave it here.

The grandiose attitude has no signs of depression.

He looked at the girl lying with her eyes closed and stroked her hair with love.

"Really... I can't believe you're trying to nurse my demonic daughter by smelling her sacred scent."

He then removed the thick glasses and scratched up the forehair on his eyes, tilting his neck and asking.

"Normally, when a girl falls down, it takes more treatment (operation) than trivialization."

That naughty smile and cunning eyes like a boy.

I came to this room in the evening, and he was...

"- Isn't that right, my sweet Elma?

It was Horst.