The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Far lower than usual, Elma realized she was in a dream.

Trees that lush leaves far above your head, stars that appear far away, the voice of beasts that sometimes scratch your ears, and the breath of the forest that you feel.

I'm sure this is what she actually saw as a child.

When was it?

(... but I've been trying to stay out of jail a lot, so... the forest is probably... a few years ago...)

As he grew up, until he could defeat the dragon with a single blow, Isaac, the father of [Conquest], often took him hunting and swimming, so it was probably then.

--No, but the perspective is too low for that.

Longer ago, when Elma was even smaller.

(... that's strange... Oniisama said you shouldn't go out with little ones...)

Unusual and vague memories.

But, of course, my brother Holst was worried about himself, and when he was little, he wouldn't let me out.

(... why were you so worried?)

The question I remembered quickly spilled out of the net of thought, like sand.

I can't remember, but, well, that's fine.

I mean, it's always been Horst's concern.

Being his closest family, he always acted with Elma and took care of him more worthy than anyone else.

The overprotective advice he has given Elma is incalculable.

Don't walk outside alone.

Do not put strong alcohol or fragrant flowers in your mouth.

Don't show your crying, angry, or sleeping face to anyone but your "family".

Don't show your eyes in particular.

If there are others at those times, count ten in your mind and then open your eyes.

There was also a saying that I wondered at a young age why.

However, if I was told that it was "normal", I would just nod to it.

"- Come on, it's okay now."

And I felt like I heard a nostalgic voice, and Elma looked around.

There's nobody here.

However, the voice echoes gently, enveloping Elma.

"It's okay to get up now. Open your eyes. It's okay, I'm the only one here."

A nice, funny voice with a bit of a smile.

Ah, Elma sighed with relief and slowly lifted her eyelids.

"Dear [often]..."

When I opened my eyes, I found my nostalgic brother there.

Behind the red-black sunset, she is smiling down at us in her usual, clean white coat.

He was supposed to be in jail, and he thought with his vague head why he was here, and eventually came to a conclusion.

I see... I'm still in my dreams.

Even in a dream, Elma smiled softly, delighted to see her loved one.

"I'm glad."

Holst gently nodded as he gently stroked his sister's forehair.

"Me too, Elma."

His thin fingers, which showed a delicate slut, stroked Elma's eyes.

"I've been so worried about you."

Her eyes, which were supposed to be dawn colours - like a dripping sunset - were stained with deep redness.

Horst covered Elma's eyes with a gentle hand and told her in a tone that the child could hear.

"Here, princess. You're relaxed a lot, aren't you? Now, close your eyes and count to ten."

Elma honestly counts ten and lifts her eyelids again.

What appeared there were still thick, but purple, dark blue eyes, as usual.

――…………

"Did the drug strike for detoxification and sedation work too well in the relaxation direction? It's unusual to forget your eyes. After all, it's better to take him home and get a hint around [jealousy] than to" tell him "me...."

――…………

Horst frowned as he watched Elma wandering blindly, always dreaming.

When he quickly concluded that he would grab it like this, Elma murmured.

"... oniisama"

"What, Elma?"

Again trying to kidnap her and put her under house arrest, he overprotects, but hears back with great kindness behind the policy.

No, in fact, for him, both are actions stemming from his love for Elma.

I treat it gently because I think it is important.

Because it's important, I can lock it up.

But Elma continued,

"Am I... a demon?"

He could not answer the question immediately.

"... why did you do that?

"I... am strong... I feel like I don't like alcohol or... the smell of herbs and flowers that I use so badly... as a raw material for holy water..."

…………

Holst kept quiet.

Rather than him, the truth that Elma's mother had concealed was slowly breaking down.

Understanding it, he felt a slight upset and a strong frustration with his surroundings.

Oh, my God.

Elma - his precious sister should always be in this warm cradle.

"... if that's the case, I'm... a child of sin who must be destroyed... so maybe your mother will be imprisoned..."

"--fufu, that's funny, Elma."

But Horst didn't give up those feelings and laughed happily.

"If you are weak to alcohol and have flowers you hate, then the world is full of demons."

Clearly, it will be broken.

At the same time, as soon as I got home, I began to calculate how to get laziness and jealousy to reinforce their suggestions.

We need to get Elma anesthetized on the spot and bring her home, and first we need to tell them who Elma is.

No, more than that, I have to tell Hydemarie that I know who Elma is.

Or is she so foresighted already? And you're just leaving it?

While she was busy thinking, Elma, who was still dreamy, continued to say "but".

"... that might be good."

Huh?

"Because..."

She was smiling small.

"In that case, don't worry about oniisama..."

――…………

Holst opened his eyes wide.

"... what?

"Because the demons are strong. Because it's not easy to die. In that case... oniisama won't be saddened by [greed] anymore... right?

…………

Completely pointing at him, Holst lost his word.

Elma gradually reduced her voice with a gentle smile on her face.

"In that case... if I'm fine... then oniisama's 'sister'... will be replaced..."

She should be able to do it, so before she could tell her words, she wooshed back into the world of sleep.

Holst stood stunned by his bedside.

Then he slowly lifted his palm and covered his mouth.

"--------------"

Zero laughter trembled slightly.

Instead.

She did say so.

They were seeing through.

Tell her that Holst is laying with her own relatives.

Horst sees her not as "Elma," but only as a "fragile sister to be sheltered."

He never tried to tell Elma that he had lost his real sister once.

"... you've been hit, this is..."

He was smart enough to instantly guess what Elma felt when she was young, not by herself, but by constantly being able to overlap others.

Loved, cherished, and stared at - but it's not about you.

Someone else slipped through me.

You didn't cut it, you were vain.

And yet she even cared about such a holster.

Let me make a proper replacement.

"... who's the guardian?"

Holst engraved a self-ridiculous smile.

Heidemarie once told me Elma was no longer a baby.

Exactly.

His precious girl, who was young, walked far ahead of Horst and even reached out to protect him.

--You 'd better leave Elma alone.

Fu, the conversation I had in prison just before resuscitated.

--I didn't expect to forcibly take Elma home. Because I believe in her.

…………

Holst bit his lips slightly and stared at the girl lying on the bed.

Elma.

His precious "sister".

It's only been two months, but the face with closed eyes looks a lot older than when we last met.

No, I've been doing that for a long time, and maybe I just didn't realize.

Slowly staring at his face, Holst eventually sighed.

"----okay, okay."

Then I raised my hands with flickering.

"I'm not taking you home this time. I believe in you, too..."

Lifting one lip and telling him, he put on the glasses he had taken off and again lowered his forehair back to an unforgettable appearance.

Then, regrettably, he stroked Elma's smooth cheeks and then left the room.

And, recalling what Lucas had said, he turned around a bit and knocked on the door next door.

Immediately after coming out, Holst told him a few words.

"Done"

"Oh, I see. Thank you. How are you feeling? You're gonna wake up soon, aren't you?

"Yes, I feel like I just smelled a bad smell where I was originally tired..."

To tell the right thing, Lucas leaned his neck in suspicion.

"Really? I don't think I'm going to faint because of the smell, and I think I've been asleep a long time."

"Hah... It is a rare case, but it is also a kind of anaphylaxis. Allergies are usually expressed by oral or percutaneous inoculation of particulate powdery ingredients, but in her case it seems that certain fragrance ingredients are appropriate. If you have experienced similar symptoms in the past, it is not strange to show more intense symptoms in your body's defensive reaction after the second time. Besides, she seems to have an extremely good sense of smell. Did you understand that?

I get in trouble and make a quick bubble.

Though there was no theory, Lucas, the foreigner, seemed convinced.

"... well, I understand that the structure of her body seems very special."

As you distort your mouth, you feel a little irritated by the gavel of your face.

I can understand what you're saying.

In general, I was angry at the fact that there were these feminine pests beside my precious Elma, from Holst's perspective.

(Well, it wasn't because they were making noise in the woods near the prison that they noticed Elma)

At a glance, I remember how I got here, and for a moment I thought about that.

From time to time, Holst was changing his mood and observing the forests where he was in prison and the ecology of the beasts that lived there.

This time, when I was "walking" through the woods to dispel the frustration during the game, I saw signs of moths flying at once.

I was curious and hurried to the scene, where I found Elma carrying Lucas down the mountain.

No encounter.

But I'm not the Horst who hesitates.

That's why I quickly turned back inside the prison and prepared everything - including medicines to stun real doctors and cloud their memories - and finally rushed to the Mansion.

"... I wonder if this is because of Frenzel."

"What do you mean?

Lucas raised his eyebrows to a dull murmur that he couldn't hear.

After staring at his fierce face, Holst opened his mouth wide as if to say it again.

And then...

"If she falls next, I'll rip your eyes off without anesthesia."

And he intimidated the earth with a crawling voice.

…………

The opponent opened his eyes slightly.

Horst laughed with a smile and put the tone back on.

"--Please be assured that I treated you with such vigour..."

"... ah, ahh...?

Lucas is pully.

Before being pursued, Horst turned his back on his leg and heel.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Then, leave the room immediately.

Having decided to beat Lucas, he was slightly refreshed, then finished some wilderness work, and by the time he returned to prison, he had regained his usual calm.

"--oh, welcome home, [greedy]"

As soon as you turn your foot to the top floor room that is becoming their stack, Hydemarie will notice and raise her gaze.

She was just sorting out the tags she was holding, spreading the cards fan-shaped in her left hand and tapping her lips so that she could think about them with her narrow index finger on the right.

"Oh, well, as usual, it's your lucky card, [lust]."

"Oh, it's not luck. It's a gift of effort and strength."

As Holst peered up, Hydemarie, sitting on the sofa, glanced at him naughtily.

Instead of showing a glittering movement, Horst stuck her fingertips in the valley of her chest.

Ahn

"Is it true that putting a strong bill on your chest is an effort?

That said, he glanced at the cards.

Joker.

It's the most powerful card.

"Hey, Marie! I knew you had it in you!?

"Oh [Jealousy], you just took care of it and didn't use it?

"Hiding cards in parts of your body was a problem in itself!

Rezel barked, but Heidemary didn't seem to care.

I thought the new Clement would react the most intensely, but it didn't.

He had long lost his tranquillity and stared at the card in the face of the chased.

There is no trace of reason left behind.

(Oh, well. It seems to have been taken away for a long time without me.)

In a pathetic manner, Holst laughs ironically.

Then I told the beautiful thief to at least be fair.

"There's only one joker in the game. Let's pull in the wrong card and play the watchman, huh?"

Then he tore apart the deceiving devil's (joker's) tag.