The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Oh, my God, our queen is generous."

The cards ran out, and the tired prisoners left the room three or five times - and Clement disappeared with Morgan and Riesel to handle the land takeover, by the way.

There were only two people left in the rough room.

It is a young man with a playful expression, Horst, and the prison queen, Hydemarie, who never ceases to smile.

Prior to his captivity, Holst, who was only known as "Dr. Crazy Boy," seeped into his eyes with such a hidden cruelty and sipped tea with his shoulders shrugged.

"Clemens is the one who put you in jail, isn't he? I can't believe you just gave him the land for his wife or let him know you're not separated and make him happy."

"Oh, the Emperor is supposed to give two of the most unwanted cards to the poor. The countryside, and the thoughts of a woman, have nothing to do with me. That's why I just gave it to you."

"Oh, so what did [lust] get from him?"

Loyalty and entertainment.

To Holst, who asked ill, Hydemarie responded gracefully, without loosening it.

"Those hands are vulnerable to shame. I've broken all your heart and nose pillars, so I'm sure he'll be a very good pawn. Besides, that poetic talent is hard to throw away."

"... sure."

Remember the poem I showed you earlier, Holst shook his tail.

Then, instead of saying that this story was over, I put the empty cup back into the saucer and just got up on the spot.

Remove a large amount of equipment from the cloth bag that was near the sofa.

Hydemarie raised her eyebrows with interest as she moved to the window and started to assemble the garbage and something.

"What are you doing, [greedy]?

Hmm? Hey, let's assemble the telescope. Height and angle, we can't see from here. I wonder where the city, the city and the central city of Frenzel are... I'm going to open these curtains a little bit. "

"Ah, dazzling."

Hydemarie shouted blame at the holster, which had begun to assemble early and open the curtains and install the telescope.

From the gap in the cloth, the sunlight plunged in, slightly diminishing the weariness of the air and darkness.

"What the hell do you want from the city of Frenzel?

"--fufu. The truth is, it's part of the outlook."

To the Queen, who asks in a subtle manner, the last shard in prison is returned as usual.

Suddenly, noble cat-like eyes sparkled, so Holst was convinced that she knew she had escaped from prison and met Elma in Frenzel.

Basically, there's no secret before this beautiful whore.

He said, "Yes, a souvenir." He handed over a basket of beautiful winged moths and turned around to focus on the telescope.

"You know that, right? I'm here to see Elma. You, anyway, knew that she was coming close to this prison, and by the way, that she was in a bit of a crisis, right? And then I kept quiet. Because you're a bad person."

"I mean, if you say so, we'll definitely all go to see her at once."

Asked with the intention of wearing a sickle, Hydemarie admitted it unexpectedly and lightly.

Then, the holster peeked into the telescope, pointing his lips slightly out of mood.

"You know what? It's a nest, a nest. I don't care too much about my sister. My brother hates me."

Is it too much? As proof of that, I didn't bring back Elma who passed out, I didn't forcefully remove any worms, and I came back peacefully. I think it's normal to look at things from a distance, sneak a few years around Elma, specifically Lord Frenzel's diary, and see if there's a bud of disturbance around my sister. "

"Whatever you do to reveal the lord's privacy, don't peek at an old girl. You don't have common sense."

It is a moment when the question of common sense and common sense is asked.

But while saying that in my mouth, I'm still talking to my mother about Hydemarie.

The trend of the daughter seemed to be worrying, "Ah, I found a tent that Elma seems to be producing," or "It's a big boom," she asked the holster whispering, gazing at the moth in the cage.

"--So, what do you think? Does he blend in well? Are you floating or being bullied?

"Hmm, isn't that right? It's surrounded by a lot of people. --Ah, everyone started kneeling at once. In other words, I began to offer prayers and crowns with all my strength."

"Oh, don't worry."

Not to mention that her values are also greatly skewed.

Hydemarie nodded with satisfaction and spoke to Holst, who was seriously peeking into the telescope.

"I was worried, but she doesn't seem to be melting into the world as usual. [Greed] It's time to start with that kid..."

But he always beats the gavel agile and immediately mixes up people's stories, and he rarely says anything.

Hydemarie wondered, "... [Greed]?" and raised his face,

"----not at all"

Horst, who was walking out the window and peering at the ground, murmured with astonishment.

"I think it's important, but why can't I cut it out? It's hard to understand."

"Oh, you mean Clement?

"No, it's not... yeah, he is, too. I love my wife, so I kept my mouth shut and kept it away. I don't know what that means."

Behind him was Jonas and Kevin, who hugged him tightly.

Holst shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the high demeanor.

"I don't know why you're the lord of Frenzel, but I think you believed in your son as a demon. Is it because you're too stunted? It's rude, even though someone took it away. --Whether to tell the" truth "or not, no, more than to make sure that my son is accepted by the people, that's just what the diary says."

Horst does not think that he is the cause of the parent-child crack.

"Well, it looks like we've just settled down," he pointed to the telescope and snorted as if he was making a fool of himself.

"I don't understand the significance of the distress. Neither did the lord or Clement. If you care about the other person, you don't have to worry about them, just tell them that."

"--You were afraid that telling the truth and your true feelings would hurt them."

"That's why I don't know."

As Hydemarie quietly pointed out, Holst sharpened his lips more and more relentlessly.

"If your wife can be seen as an accomplice and throw stones by telling her love, you can take her away and stay in prison with her. If telling the truth makes your son troubled and persecuted, you can confine him to his room and spoil him so much that there is no gap to worry about. That's what you mean when you care about people, right?

Holst is a man who once gave up his life because he lost his sister because she was destroyed.

It was no wonder he believed that it was love that kept his loved ones locked up and protected them thoroughly.

In fact, his tone does not resonate in an outrageous manner.

It was only because I believed in it from the bottom of my heart that there was euphoria and innocence.

No...

"Hey, don't you think Marie would?

His narrow-eyed questions contained a very small amount of unforgettable accusations against Heidemarie, who had banished her precious Elma.

At the same time, it's a metaphor that you know Elma's secret.

And the frustration with the high demeanor that does not try to cut out the truth to the person and the surroundings.

I shouldn't have let him out of jail if I had to tell him who I was and what to do if I hurt him.

With this safe and robust cradle, I should have cherished her and kept her safe.

That's what Horst's pale eyes said.

Unusual, breathless silence falls between the two.

However, Hydemarie still did not disintegrate.

"Young man."

By blinking slowly, she relieved the horror and frustration of Horst and quietly smiled.

"Hey, Holst. That's what you're talking about. That's prison theory."

Then he slowly stood up and gently blocked the telescope's peephole with his white hand.

"Hey, you've been in jail too long. I'm staring at all the cuts from the little window, so I think so."

"... you're dragging yourself even further than me."

"That's right. That's why I want her to know the outside world."

Even if sharply contested, Hydemarie will not give up.

She stood in the horst and looked out the light from the small window of the prison.

"I've been a cage bird (whore) since I realized I was a prisoner. Shaba, it was always a world without me. I was watching the dazzling world through the cut windows."

…………

"But that's why I walked around the world with Gil for the first time on the night I took control of the prison... and I felt so terrified and excited about its breadth and endlessness."

Hydemarie gently closed her eyelids as she remembered.

The evening breeze feels as if you can still feel it.

The thick trees smell like choking back.

The stars were spreading all over the sky. The earth was wet and bumpy.

The unrestricted and unmaintained space was filled with nostalgia and strength she didn't know.

And the lights of the house overlooking the cliffs of the prison.

Like the stars on earth, the gloomy and pale light was so beautiful that it shook my chest.

"If you were told not to entrust your child with your parents' wishes, that might be the end of it. But it's okay. Whatever they say, I think it's best."

When Hydemarie was clear, she took away the cage of the moth that was on the table and raised it near the window.

"I love her enough to keep her locked up. For this I have set up this prison.... but now, because I love you, I want you to touch the outside sky. I want you to be free, powerful, and open the sky with your own wings. That's why you don't need a cage or the truth to get in the way."

Then I grabbed the door of the cage with my fingers and opened it up towards the outside of the window.

--Bass bass bass.....

The moth fades into the air with a feather as it makes the green wings clear to the sun.

After watching the figure completely disappear from sight, Hydemarie looked back and smiled towards the smell and holst.

"Hey, don't you think so?

It seems to have just flipped the conversation.

Heidemary's puzzling smiles contain a very small amount of accusations against Holst.

Ever since, Elma has been treated like a baby, and accusations have been levelled against Horst, who has lost his sister.

--It's time for you to stare at Elma.

High-demary indigo eyes, like a noble cat, were more eloquent than anything else.

"----yes"

After a while of silence, Holst sighs briefly.

Then he smiled bitterly and opened his hands with flickering.

"We are no match for the Queen. You're right. Anytime."

Hang the telescope while squeezing your shoulders.

In my mouth, I was murmuring like this.

"Yes... I know, too."

Behind his head was an Elma with a much bigger expression than he thought.

Elma.

His precious, precious sister.

But she's not a substitute.

He is a man of will, emotion, and a man who goes up the adult stairs every day.

If you truly care about her and want to respect her - instead of locking her up in jail and spoiling her around, you should leave her alone and trust and watch her grow.

That's why I decided to leave on that occasion.

"Locked up for love, let go for love, hey...."

After all, if you're biased towards one of them, you won't have any trouble.

The scales attached to the telescope lens were exhaled, and Holst smiled bitterly and looked at the high demeanor.

"Love for Shaba is such a boring thing."