The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Fairy... fairy..."

"... let me write it down as a melody and say 'Utah'..."

"Overwhelming... sense..."

Everyone is shaking their shoulders on the table and knees.

Even Morgan, who was supposed to have been in trouble earlier,

"... you're numb."

He was quietly distracted and trembling.

Heidemary shrugs her shoulders to nothing while giving her social death in the name of shame.

Then, as there was no Poem earlier, I returned to the conversation.

"You gave her poems, jewels, and mansions. A safe house with no one to hurt her."

"............"

"Did you foolishly ask for a king's power because you wanted to give her the throne? You want to give her what her beloved wife once wanted but never got?

"No... I love her..."

Clement, who was relentlessly exposed to her shame and upset, still shakes her head.

But when Hydemarie looks at a stubborn child,

"Hey, Clemens."

I did so with a gentle voice.

"We are not judging you. Because we are criminals, and you are here because you have already been (...) tried in the first place. So..."

--Nobody will hurt her when you admit your love for her.

Clement sighed and took a breath at Hydemarie's continued words.

――…………

A moment of silence.

That was all the truth Clement was hiding.

Hydemarie gracefully spread her hands and lifted one eyebrow and smiled.

"--Power struggle, principle of action, life. That's not how you end up in love.... it's lovely."

Clear, obvious.

After a good repetition, Hydemarie stroked Clement's cheek mercifully.

"Romantic, cute Prime Minister. I really like you. Please, take off the last piece of the true clothes with your hands."

――…………

Whilst saying that, I don't want to leave any more imaginary armor in Clement.

As she first proclaimed, he is kneeling before the prison queen with all his possessions, his social authority, his hidden truth, now naked and unreliable.

At last, Clemens surrendered.

"... my wife..."

And he admitted his love with a trembling voice.

"My wife... she's a good, pathetic woman. I was caught up in the convenience of my surroundings, and I married twice, as I was told, and experienced two separate marriages. It's just that I asked for it, so I'm a poor woman who's been branded a criminal's wife. So, I don't know..."

He took Heidemary's hand without cowardice, and pressed his forehead to beg for mercy.

"... just give her... the land that was unfortunately my wife... and let it go!"

Shhhh, the silence that seems to hear even the sound of the needle falling is full.

Eventually, Hydemarie slowly lifts up her beautiful red lips.

And then...

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Sweetly, I retreated from my plea.

In a merciless reply, Clement looks up at her desperately.

Instead of a sofa, she fell to the floor and even tried to lick her feet, but the beautiful whore smiled and smiled.

And I said something unexpected.

"I mean, Clemens, it's going to be easy for you to get on your feet.

…………

Next to Clement, who raised her face in suspicion, she gently bent over.

Then he gave out his thin and glossy arm and woke up the elder Marquis.

"Even I'm in jail, and there's so much rumor going around that it's so easy to find out. I'm just trying to put it under a different name, and all of a sudden if she gets Tremmel's land, I doubt anyone's background. If you escape, you die in Tremmel. Instead of being sympathized with, it will be judged to be your favor, and the land will only be confiscated. As a result, Fine is losing more and more of her land of memory."

"............"

Even though there was love underlying it, Clemens, who was drunk for the first time, felt relieved.

"That's why," she added, watching a foolish and cute drunk with a pleasant look.

"So we will set up an alternative land for you. It's a beautiful place where [laziness] once rolled up and [jealousy] washed (laundered) properly."

"... it's too much land for him, but do you think it's going to be fun just now?"

Wow, I'm coming.

Morgan and Riesel seem to have nothing in common with Hydemarie's arbitrariness.

Looking at Clement with a faint smile.

Soon after the conversation failed to swallow, Heidemarie raised her finger like a white fish to the dazed former prime minister.

"Another point. I'm not separated from your wife."

"----what?

He raised his eyebrows as if he didn't understand the meaning, and the queen retrieved the first letter again.

"Continued earlier. Fihne-sama, who was heading for Tremmel, said she was going to put everything there and offer her prayers. That's how you rinse your sins. A terrible sinner in a prime ministerial position, but an irreplaceable husband to himself."

――…………

Clement was gloomy.

What I was told didn't immediately penetrate my brain.

That's strange.

For my wife, I am the opponent of political marriage.

In the light of common sense, husbands who have committed great sins should be separated from each other early and hidden from the public eye.

That said, that's why I was anxious to prepare a land to tie up a hideout anyway.

"... I thought you said 'ex-Marquise'."

"Isn't that the" ex-girlfriend "? You're not the Marquis anymore."

The barely narrowed objection was easily contained by Hydemarie, who then continued to smile.

"Poetry is wonderful. How much you have denied and silenced your love for your wife today, because it was devoted to your young days, to speak eloquently of love above all else, and to make your wife run for devotion."

…………

Clemens won't say anything.

However, when I woke up, I leaned out of sight.

Whether the hidden eyes in his hair were moisturizing for the first time in his life--

Fortunately, there was no innocent person in this prison who took the trouble to confirm it.