The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

――……

Everyone who was there forgot the situation and breathed deeply into the voice that jumped into his ear.

It was such a beautiful voice.

--ahh... ahh... ---

No lyrics.

There is no melody like this.

However, even though they were raising their voices one by one like voice practice, people felt the pleasure of being deprived of consciousness, like sailors who were perplexed by the voice of Serene singing.

It seems, of course, that humans are not the only ones affected.

When Elma's voice struck a certain sound, the swarm of moths that had twitched and distanced themselves wobbled as if they were upset.

--ahh... ahh... ahh...

The voice gradually increases in height.

However, there was no strange and unexpected armor height. Instead of blurring my voice, I began to have a clear feeling like water and a powerful feeling like a burning flame.

--ahh...!

Fu, and.

The voice suddenly disappears from the ears of the people who were following the music level.

The remaining audience looked around bewildered.

…… Has Elma stopped singing?

"No...."

Jonas answered Irene, groaning with a strange face, stunned.

"Her voice crossed the human audible range."

"What is that!?

Irene's cry was oddly the voice of the hearts of all human beings on the spot.

――………… ………… …………

The voice Elma spins no longer reaches anyone's ears.

It's just that the moths are staring at Elma like they're eating, and with that, people realize she's "singing."

No...

"... Elma... are you having a conversation...?

There was only one person who could hear the sound waves emitted by Elma.

It's Kevin.

Slow Growth - Conversely, maintaining his child-specific delicate tympanic membrane, he was able to capture Elma's voice in the ears of the adults around him who had already grown up.

As he was floating in the heat, he glanced at Elma and at the swarm of moths she was facing.

The clearer my ears were, the more I felt that the light of will I had never felt before could be read from that creepy moth swarm.

(... yes... I feel it... Moths have will and words.... They're having a conversation through this sound that goes through Keen's ear a little bit earlier....)

That abrupt understanding shocked his world.

Kevin now seemed to be starting to look more like a gathering of intelligent leaders and tightly controlled soldiers than just stupid and clumpy moths.

In other words, yes, it is that big, fine individual who dances at the head of the herd, with fine hair, who is perhaps the king of the devil moths - no, the queen from the point of view of trying to protect the eggs.

The queen is a highly educated and lonely man.

The stretched tactile sensation stretches gently in spite of the wind, making you feel the spirit of Sutera.

The majestic queen suddenly met her destiny on this day.

That is the human youth who opens his hands loosely in front of his eyes and looks at him bewildered (...).

…………

Kevin slapped his cheek at his own idea.

Why did you think you were a young man about Elma now?

However, the images that are freely tied in the brain by listening to "singing" certainly present a scene during romantic opera (melodrama).

The characters who appeared there were the queen of beauty who anthropomorphized the butterfly and the slutty young man with the half-hearted peach blossom eyes.

A young man with a glorious smile whispers to the queen of the moth to invite him.

The emptiness of his raw flesh that leadeth the flock, and keepeth the eggs, and killeth and devotion himself for the sake of his family.

The joy that is sought after as a woman, just as a magic moth.

We had a burst of emotional friendship.

(Hmm, why do you think of all these stupid spellings, I...!?

Kevin felt as though he had been pointed out for his hidden sexuality and shook his mind about the situation.

But in the meantime, the sweet opera of Elma and the queen of the moth continues.

The strict queen, who was unknown to the world, gently lowered her heart's armor and shamed her wings to the love song that the beautiful young man clamoured.

His half-life rises like a running horse lamp in the Queen's double eyes.

The day I was born with my destiny as the apex of the herd.

Everything was soft and warm during the Silkworm Age.

Eventually, the despised, the betrayal of trusted friends, the fierce succession struggle, and the glorious seat seized.

But along with that, his mind was frozen away sometime.

I have led the moth as queen, its responsibility and pride.

Its noble role in protecting and connecting the lives of the next generation.

Oh, but now I want to throw it away and burn myself in this flame of passion.

The queen of the moth trembles her chest's cilia and slowly starts playing her soul's screams with strength.

--Love... it's a burning flame... Lara...

(Some kind of magic moth started singing!?

Kevin shook his shoulders and stared at the moths with his eyes wide open.

The herd stays above the head with a large moth and does not move slightly.

Eventually, the opposite Elma nodded to welcome him and spread her arms even wider.

--Love... it takes everything away, gives you a flash of light... lulululu...

(Answer song returned from Elma just now. Ahhhhh!?

Kevin aggressively hit his head against a nearby slab wall.

I can't believe the sight in front of me anyway.

I was unable to hear the ultrasound, and I noticed that the surrounding air, which was completely left behind by the situation, began to drift into the swarm of magic moths that could only be said to be unusual.

It seems to them that there is simply silence lying between Elma and the moth.

But in fact, there was a magnificent rush between the two, with the full orchestra just ringing.

The herd is now playing chorus at a loud volume and playing a fierce soul refrain.

--Love...! Ah, burning, stealing everything, terrifying fury...!

--Love...! Oh, a painful prayer to recover and give soul fragments...!

Elma lifts one arm and stretches her fingertips to the moth.

Even though one was an insect, Kevin certainly saw a beautiful man and woman reaching out to each other and intertwining their gaze.

--Paaaaaaan...!

A high pitch sounds like a powerful beating of a cymbal through your ear.

It sounded strangely like Kevin's ear was screaming "Love...!"

At the same time, it makes a rough noise, and the flock dances in the sky at once.

"Nh... what...?!?

Forgot even to cover himself, and in front of the slightly peeling people, the swarm of moths scattered in all directions.

A large number of moths that have lost complete control.

The blue sky and sun, which had long escaped the cover, revealed themselves, but people remained scared and convulsed.

However, the magic moth mysteriously painted a fluffy and drunk trajectory, but only drifted around Elma in a nostalgic way.

The movement doesn't feel aggressive towards people, fields, or, to put it another way, interest in eggs.

Together, they raised their eyebrows suspiciously.

"Moths... show more interest in humans than eggs...?

"Yes, I've tempted the herd leader to wake up to something more important than eggs: love."

"What is that!?

The people screamed, but a few of them leaked a confused murmur, realizing that something strange was happening in the magic moth dancing through the universe.

"Somehow... the wings of the moth are changing from a poisonous green to a clear emerald color..."

"Yeah, love cleans up women. The larvae produced by the moths in this condition will definitely produce the highest quality silk thread."

"So what!?

It is explained lightly, but I don't understand.

However, as the reality in front of me, the magic moth spreads glossy wings that I would rather call butterflies than moths, and continues to fly gracefully.

Instead, it makes you feel adorable, such as plump cilia on your chest or crushed eyes with multiple eyes.

Moreover, the thread that can be taken from the worm's cocoon balls is the most beautiful.

What the hell is that?

Isn't it just a beautiful, beneficial, very handsome benign worm?

People honestly felt the beauty and were bewildered by themselves.

"That's Elma... that charm transcends both sexuality and race...!

For one thing, Deborah had a heart in her eyes.

Nevertheless, the biggest threat to the arrival of the moth was easily eliminated by Elma.

People gradually understood it and at the same time started dyeing their cheeks with excitement.

"... I can't believe it... I suppressed this whole swarm of moths all by myself and transformed them...!

"That singing... if you calmed the demon's heart with a healing singing voice like an ancient Virgin...!?

"No, I was just distracted by the suppression. It's not just a healing voice, it's just an ultrasound."

Elma corrects by pulling her chin a little, but the excited don't listen.

Instead, it was influenced by the suddenly revealed beauty, and began to degenerate Elma.

"It's a miracle...! What a miracle! You must be the descendant of the Virgin who once protected Frenzel from evil!

"It's impossible to just suppress a magic moth and turn it into a beautiful butterfly like such a heavenly use...! Ah, there it is....! Arigatai....!

Um, so...

Elma pulls her chin more and more.

The perfectly shaped eyebrows began to look a little moody.

Anyway, for her, a rating of "outrageous" or "impossible" is a word of disapproval with all her efforts.

Ah, no, I thought Irene was listening.

"I didn't do brainstem surgery on each one of them, I didn't squeeze them to dust levels in a flash, I just used ultrasound to lure them in. Don't tell me you can't do that.

Elma told her with a slight slackening, and then looked up at Jonas as if she had trusted her comrades.

"Yonas-sama, if that's all, you think it's 'normal', right?

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In an instant, Lucas and Irene quietly looked up at Jonas, who had turned white ash.

Without hesitation even from the people, Jonas spent more than a decade trying to get rid of the magic moth and arrived at an ultrasonic technique that did not materialize.

Elma's remarks, which produced ultrasound in her own body and, rather than simply driving him away, brought out complex psychological manipulation to subjugate and transform the other person, and even called it "normal", quietly and boldly determined his mind.