The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Lucas, who rushed to the jungle fields with the completely poisoned men, took a breath of sight of the tragedy spreading there.

"This is...."

There was a grotesque sight of weak people and women who might faint.

Normally, grapes that proudly spreads branches and leaves and makes their cells more fruitful rot in just that area.

The chambers collapsed into the ground, the leaves withered, and the branches broke everywhere, wrapping up an ugly, bumpy tumor.

"Unlike regular moths, magic moths grow and hatch with great momentum. I wasn't supposed to have any eggs until last night... but you probably had them this morning, and in a few hours they were all different."

From the tumor was overflowing with eggs shaped like hair, and from there, something like a sticky thread was loose and wobbly.

It seems to be a mucus to protect the eggs, but it itself corrodes branches and rots like a mycelium.

Though it is disgusting to look as if the eggs of a fine bug stuck firmly to the branches, the people are not blinded, and they are pulling their mouths together to prune rotten branches.

I cut down the branches and stuffed them in a bag without touching the eggs of the magic moth - I was almost moaning at the fact that the mycelium was eroding the branches at a much faster rate than expected, but I was holding on to it.

They have no time to despair.

If we don't process the eggs as soon as possible, once a day, they will be attacked by a habitual moth that comes to see how the eggs are doing.

Moths do not show interest in eggs that have died, whether they are affectionate or not.

However, if a living egg is attacked by an external enemy, it will be extremely aggressive.

It is fine if there are only a few.

But if the angry moth were to attract the herd, it would not have endured.

"Erich! You gave me permission to fire!

And the men who were processing the eggs noticed and waved.

I found that most of my body and face were covered with cloth, and that they were delighted.

I was so eager to get permission to use the firearms - that is, to signal an offensive against the moth.

Behind the men called Erich, they admitted that there were Jonas and Kevin - and then some beautiful girls with huge tits, I don't know - and Lucas, and they had a look of confusion and relief.

"Lord, are you helping yourself....? Um, who's your colored man...? Besides, isn't there a beautiful daughter who resembles Eliza-sama...?

Apparently, the situation is not grasped.

Lucas and Deborah

"I happen to be here to visit the King's City. I heard that the eggs of the moth had appeared, and I came to see if I could help."

"Brandon Deborah."

Each of them briefly introduced themselves and quickly moved on to dealing with the moth.

"On fire, but my uncle decided not to allow it. Moths deal with it in other ways."

"I'm going to hit you here, so you guys stay back. Thank you for your hard work."

It was the people who had been fighting the eggs until now who made their eyes black and white.

For an instant, they rushed their expressions as they watched, and they ate the family of lords in front of them.

"- What does it mean not to allow the use of fire!? You know exactly what this is like!?

"Of course, Father, we both know the situation. However, before setting the fire to mischief, I first tried to deal with this method of direct human transmission from King's City to drive away the magic moths."

"Shut up, kid! You're a sick, breathtaking, desktop theory. We're suing the lord for the field crisis right now! Don't do anything, you pussy lord!

Kevin's arbitration was quickly ignored.

On the contrary, the men shouted at him with their teeth peeled out, abandoning the respect for the hard-won ruler.

"Hurry! As soon as possible, we need to burn the eggs before the moths notice! You know, my lord!?

"Or is that rumor true!? Are you going to feed our fields and reclaim Eliza's soul!? Don't be ridiculous... let me!

"Um..."

Even though Jonas didn't say anything back, the men became more and more frustrated and roughed up their voices.

Along the way, a small maid raised her hand secretly, but they were so excited that they couldn't see it.

"Oh, that's fine! You stay there and watch! Whatever you're not allowed to do, I'll set fire to you right now, no matter how heavy taxes you're going to levy!

"But remember, incompetent and lazy lords will be truncated from us...!

"Um..."

Excitement finally turns to harsh will and determines men to revolutionize.

They even made the signs that they were swinging their hands as weapons.

"Jonas von Frenzel, the glory of the Frenzel family, who has guided us as guardians of the sacred vineyards, is here today."

"We see you as a sinner possessed by evil, and here..."

"Um..."

"Fufu!?

At that moment when they tried to declare their disconnection from the leader with a sword-swallowing line - but the rough mouth was blocked with a cool hand.

When she glanced at the owner of the hand, a little girl who couldn't hold her back there shined her glasses with her face.

"You're already doing it all, while you're chatting like this -"

She lifted her hands, which were blocking the men's mouths, and rinsed them with her index finger.

Moth, I'm here.

along with rhymed pointers,

----Zaah.....

The sky suddenly darkens as if it were raining.

The men who realized the identity of what covered their heads lost their complexion at once.

"Moth...!

"In such a crowd....!

Beyond his gaze, the green moth was pushing towards him so tightly that he could not see the color of the sky.

"Hih...! Hyi......!

Men scream pitifully at the feathers that seem to feel the heat anymore, and the occasional fluffy scales.

Lucas swung aggressively around, sharply instructing him to cover his body with cloth, and looked up at the sky in abomination.

"That's a huge number....."

It's dozens of times the size of the herd I saw in the woods yesterday.

Even though each one is quite small compared to the Wicked Beast, it was unlikely that even if it was pushed by such a large crowd, it would be able to destroy everything. Of course, packing it in a bag is out of the question.

Deborah, who was weak, and Kevin, who had difficulty with his lungs, were also bluished, but how much they had strengthened their spirits this day, they stepped on the spot in good health, and shouted to the people.

"- Run! Here, we'll take care of it!

"Ma, the moth reacts to high sounds and voices. Bo... you guys kill the footsteps as much as you can and run indoors!

"Dear Deborah... Dear Kevin..."

The men who were sheltered from the unexpected looked at them bewildered.

Weak breath for the weak ugly lady.

I didn't think my sister and brother, who had been rumored about Frenzel's stains, would behave like this.

And when it comes to the devilishly sinister lords, and what they used to curse, Jonas,

"--Everybody, back off."

She raised the temper of her surroundings and looked quietly at the moth herd.

"The moth responds to sound. I have been studying it for more than a decade to reveal its habits. Now is the time to capitalize on that achievement. Even a moth can attack an important grape. Get the hell out of here as quietly as you can."

And his voice was full of piercing as lord, and full of the responsibilities and grace of the family that kept and guided this holy field.

It is precisely he who is the leader of this boundary-rich land.

Everyone on the spot forgot even the hatred he had just experienced, and looked unconsciously at Jonas.

"Elma, did you say that?"

Jonas calmly asks the maid beside him, even though the moth herd is gradually getting closer and closer.

"You said you were going to use ultrasound. Are you aware of the nature of the moth?"

"Yes, ringing chains are the tools to make and chase away certain heights of sounds that moths hate. Also, after applying Kevin's voice to the frequency of the average rhythm level, we confirmed that the moth reacts strongly every forty times, so theoretically, if we maximize the frequency with the corresponding multiple, we can make a stronger appeal."

"I see. I see."

I don't know anything about the surroundings.

However, Jonas and Elma continued the conversation as if they had understood each other perfectly.

"Within the characteristics of the moth, I have long been aware of the response to sound, especially the possibility of ultrasound. But I've been worried for a long time about how to generate ultrasound with enough intensity and particle acceleration, and this year I finally came up with the idea of a piezoelectric effect."

"I see, a Lanjuban vibrator that uses a piezoelectric effect."

"Exactly. But in terms of cell phones..."

From their mouths, meaningless words like hydrodynamic cavitation, crushing, acoustic impedance pop out one after another.

They understood each other, as if they had survived a lot of experiments together, showing Ahun's breath.

"--And, Elma. That dog whistle you have. So you're trying to generate an ultrasound?

"Well, I made this just to comfort you, but it's a spare."

However, the pace was suddenly disturbed.

"... spare?

Jonas stared at Elma with a puzzled expression.

There was a wooden whistle that she was carving while eavesdropping earlier.

However, the whistle is shaped like a fist, and the tip has a handle made by chain-knitting silk threads that are perfect for swinging around.

Jonas raised his eyebrows.

"Aren't you going to produce ultrasound by shaking it around?

"No, you wouldn't normally do that to this emergency, would you?

Questioned with his true face, the lord of the lab temperament flickers with "eh".

Elma looked at it suspiciously and then looked up over the sky.

"Oops, while I was doing this, the distance got much narrower."

Then she jumped onto a small mountain stuffed with dead branches and straw and somehow began to take off her glasses.

"- Hey, wait, why are you taking off your glasses there!?

Lucas, who was left behind in the deployment, asks as yes.

Surrounded by the sudden turning of the maid in front of her eyes into a beautiful girl of the world, she rubbed her eyes a little over and over again, but where was Elma blowing the wind.

"Because it will crack."

"What!?

I don't understand the meaning.

However, Elma, who had preceded the approaching moth, decided to omit the details.

While staring at the herd, she took a deep breath.

As if the performer gently stroked his lover's appliance, he touched his throat.

--Ahhh... ---

Then she began to spread her arms loosely and spin her voice.