The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Oh, my God, what's going on?

Hydemarie gently put her hand on Clement's arm, who lost her words and stood there.

"An order from the emperor to the poor. Can you expose all the wonderful truths you're hiding?

"... to her... only to my wife..."

"Clemens? I'm telling you, talk to me."

A long time ago, the words spilled by the old Marquis began to seep into the color of the plea, but Hydemarie stunned it.

Her noble cat-like eyes were filled with harsh lights, just as she enjoyed beating mice.

"Remember, you are our toy. Speak honestly, and sing, and dance, and comfort us in our boredom, if thou art commanded. That's why I'm here."

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It was too ironic for him, who once saw only people as pawns and manipulated them as he wished.

Clement stained her cheeks with shame, but she forced herself to drink it and stopped staring at her opponent.

That was because he understood, physically and mentally, that he now had no teeth in them surrounding him, and because he had something he wanted to take precedence over his dignity.

But there was still a man who shouted stupidly at Clement, who had a heavy mouth.

"- Oh dear, how long have you been dating this man's pace, [lust]? It's going to be dawn like this."

I am Morgan, a con artist with the name of [laziness].

He smiled calmly every day and rarely had a cool color in his young grass eyes.

He originally hated the creature nobility because of its origins.

Feeling the swallowing atmosphere, some raised their eyebrows with interest, others glanced at their thoughts, but the high demerit gently shrugged his shoulders.

That's right.

and a puzzling smile came to mind.

I kept using my white, thin fingertips and finally traced Clement's cheeks.

She gently whispered to him that she was about to breathe.

"When I'm dealing with a man who's not my wife, I have to lead him."

Exactly what the skilled prostitute said.

Her indigo eyes now had a choking fragrance, and the words spinned from the lips of the perfect shape seemed like mellow and sweet honey.

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Clement of the monk also strengthens his body.

Still holding his fist, the hooker watched him with joy, pushing his chest with his fingertips.

That's all, Clement's body loses its strength and sits on the sofa.

With his eyes wide open and his cold sweat on his side, Hydemarie sat down gently and spoke slowly as if she were stripping off her shitty clothes one by one.

"Fihne-sama was formally supposed to be 'pushed' by King Werner, but was she really a gift given because you strongly wanted her to be a concubine?

…………

"Despite the strong expectations of her family, she did not conceive the king's son and was chased by the throne of the concubine. She blamed herself a lot, but you let her scared of the second 'first night' and said she didn't need any children."

"Why... why did you...?"

Clarified even private events that no one should know about, Clement stuck her words in shock.

Hydemarie did not answer the question and took the smell and the second letter out of the valley.

"Yes, and behind the statue of the 'intelligent prime minister', you devoted as much passionate poetry as you did every night to Fine, who was closed at the beginning of the wedding."

"No, so why did you do it!?

"By the way, this is my push."

She then recited the poem of passion with a beautiful voice that rang the bell.

Shame on you. You're like a fairy.

Rose lips sing only one shiny melody.

You're singing...

You two were born here like destiny.

Yes, destiny... Distiny...

Yeah... thank you to the world...

Don't stop ~!

Clemens dyed his face with angry vermilion and screamed.

All the prisoners were dead by the side.