The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Nyau. Don't be so depressed."

"Don't you dare raise your face. Look at the window, the sky is clean."

Irene and Lucas said words of consolation that they didn't know how many times it would be.

A quiet farm path under the clear autumn sky and between the vineyards that hang in the air.

It is a carriage that leaves the house of Frenzel and returns to King's City.

With the speedy completion of the King's decree, the harvest festival is still closed for about three days before returning early.

True, the air in the carriage is a conversation full of accomplishment and liberation.

"---... even if I say so..."

Ever since we left the Mansion, there were more people sinking into their seats with dark clouds on their backs.

Whoever it is, it's Elma.

Her attitude had actually continued since yesterday's harvest festival.

"Oh, what a beautiful figure! Beauty beyond the realm of man!

"Hey, you're making a lot of money! It's not unusual!

"It was you who turned the moth into a beautiful butterfly? Wow, that's a hundred-yearly (...) miracle, a great feat, that looks like a Bible ride!

Yes, it is.

This was because she spent a few hours that could only be described as a shock, because of the festive air, Elma's overwhelming beauty and excitement in the face of the people of Erich, who even continued to be praised for their "anomaly".

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Kaaaaaaa! Did you hear that, guys? This humble heart of an angel!

"Oh, Erich. You really have to thank the angels. How about you build a bronze statue with all that money?"

For you, the people who had already been bathing in wine say that in Nori.

"Whoa, that's good! Build it in the middle of my vineyard!

"Oh, that's not inconvenient for us to go to worship. More like a church, we have to build it in the middle of town."

"So, naturally, it's a place where people gather every day and yearn for it among the people, right?

"Well, that's what makes me complain, 'Meet me in front of the statue of Elmael today.'"

"A letter calling for a confession is waiting in front of the statue of Elmael."

"When the child plays tricks, 'Elmael-sama is watching'!

Spread your delusions and laugh.

The people of Frenzel, who had left the threat of the moth, were cheerful, carefree and tea.

Among them, the only expression that only Elma had attracted was on her face.

"... I wonder when I've done enough to be nicknamed and build a memorial for you..."

Elma's expression of remorse in the carriage was as dark as ever.

If you think about it, it would be like having a poem written on your forehead at night and showing it to whoever gives it to you.

Irene and Lucas turned to sympathy.

"Well, in the end, I'm glad His Highness managed to prevent it from being built."

"Oh, it was pretty close, because Deborah had already drafted it, Kevin was deliberating it, and Lord Jonas was about to pass it."

The enemy was with him.

"I apologize for the inconvenience....."

Elma dropped her gaze more and more softly.

Incidentally, she now says to Deborah, who is to be escorted, "Please let me burn your face in my eyes so that I can reproduce Elma's face in my brain without going crazy." I was relieved - I was exposing my face.

Long eyelashes drop a pale shadow on white cheeks, and sad dawn eyes draw people's eyes with unspeakable depth.

The breath leaking from the pale lips is distressing, and the fallen shoulders are curled, and it is a pity that the breasts of those who see by the side are about to be tightened.

If she were to murmur "mercy," it would have been a devastating sadness for about half the people on the continent to rush over with their purses fully open.

Lucas and Irene whispered to each other in a small voice.

"- Hey, Irene. Can't you handle it? This figure has been attacking my spirit with the harshness of the finest beast."

"Compared to a smile on your face, you can tell yourself that your vision is about half violent."

There is no longer even a sense of solidarity or friendship between members of the Elma victims.

In a quick exchange of sights, Irene coughed up, understanding that "I am the leader here."

Skew your feet and peek into Elma's face sitting next to you from the front.

Then, I barely cut it out.

"Hey, Elma. It's selfish, but I'm also happy that you couldn't be" normal "this time."

"'This time too'......"

"Please don't hang there. It's a fact, so it can't be helped. --But thanks to you, you're still with us. I'm glad to think so."

Irene's voice was gentle, mercilessly blocking Elma from trying.

She told me with all her heart that you are a dear friend to herself and that being next to you makes at least one person happy.

"What makes you think you're not going to get a" normal "tattoo? What are you flying about? You will always be my proud and beloved friend. I'm so happy to spend the rest of the Harvest Festival and the days ahead with you."

"----Irene..."

To put it straight, Elma takes a little breath and opens her eyes.

…………

However, after a while of silence, he had a stubborn expression and murmured.

"... but I wanted to go back to jail during the Harvest Festival."

"Elma...."

To be honest, Irene lost her words.

A harvest festival where families gather and enjoy fruit.

Convinced that children who are not adults naturally want to go home, at the same time, in one way or another, they still have enough to retain Elma, and their chests hurt.

"... you really wanted to go home."

"That's enough."

The gavel nodded back and the pain intensified.

There's a problem.

"I wanted to take Irene and introduce her to my family."

"Eh...?"

In unexpected words, Irene opens her eyes wide.

To her neatly, Elma said, "Huh? '", he pointed his lips slightly.

"Irene told me. On Harvest Day, families gather to look back at the year, dance, open new wine barrels, and introduce close friends."

――…………

Elma didn't think she remembered it, and Irene was stunned.

Such a friend seemed unaware of it, and Elma whispered with a stubborn expression.

"I wanted to try 'buy small things and give them to each other in the city'... but after all I couldn't shop in the city... and the flower crowns weren't there."

――…………

Irene finally understood.

Elma once wanted to go to the city because she believed in her theory of a "harvest festival" and could not do it foolishly.

That's why I was confused when I wanted to go out to the city wearing a flower crown, even though I was offered a large number of flower crowns from around me.

She didn't just want a flower crown.

I wanted a flower crown with Irene and her first friend in Shabaa.

Because that's the "proof of friendship".

"... Your Highness. Can you change the destination of the carriage to the east?

With a feeling of dizziness that was kind of hard to describe, Irene raised her hand with her face.

"Don't go back to King's Landing, spend the rest of the Harvest Festival at home. Homecoming. Yeah, homecoming with a close friend. Boss, Workplace, His Majesty the King, no matter what anyone says, will anyone disturb you!

"Allow"

Irene's proposal with a sense of rift was fortunately granted immediately.

"That's right, it's not as wild as forcing the King's Capital to return."

"Eh...?

Elma was more confused.

She was so obsessed with blurriness that she was left completely unfolded, and she said, "Well, that means...?" He gazed at his friend strangely.

Hold Elma's hands tightly, Irene says.

"Elma, let's do it, Harvest Festival. I'm the daughter of a worthless baron, and I can't afford a room as big as a house in Frenzel, but I can afford to sleep with a very close friend."

…………

"So, do everything I said before. Introduce you to your family as your best friend, and then we'll all look back at the year, dance and open up new wine barrels. Even Neumann will be in the city. Buy small items, exchange gifts, and put on matching flower crowns. Arrive? This is a decision!

Elma opened her eyes completely as Irene ran out of breath.

And then...

――…………

As he slowly escaped from Irene's hands, he gently pressed his cheeks with both hands.

"... I've never been invited to a friend's house.... I'm happy."

Like the first rose in bloom, your cheeks are slightly flushed.

Dawn eyes tenderly intensified the redness and moisturized as if the sun had shot them, and the white palms on both ends of the mouth still did not completely hide their frayed lips as if they were happy and unbearable.

Her true expression is visible because she has removed her makeup and glasses.

The more you breathe, the more pathetic, the more you tease your chest.

"----------------!"

Both Irene and Lucas are babbling! and pressed his chest and squatted on the spot.

"What a direct attack...! I just saw my illusion of inadvertently putting my hand on a new door...!

"Hang in there, Irene. It's a demon waiting for the door to open...! Dammit, I was about to hug a creature out of my common sense here."

Elma raised her eyebrows in suspicion as they fell into the carriage seat.

"... what kind of pose is that?

"What kind of pose do you think it is? Put your hand on your chest and think carefully...!

Elaine replies with a hint of surprise, and Elma leans her head more and more strangely and says, "Is this a common technique?" he put his hand honestly on his chest.

Tranquil farm roads and simple yet comfortable carriages take a relaxing approach to King's City in the autumn sun.

In the comfortable seat, there were three men and women who put their hands on their chest.

Elma gazed at the person who had been squatting for so long, even though nothing was going to happen.

Eventually, take off one arm and mutter softly.

"... it's really hard for Shaba to say 'normal'."

Instead of the path that spread before her, her journey towards "normal" seemed still steep.