The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

It was a calm morning.

Even that day, Elma, who grabbed the cooks' souls in the kitchen, polished the hallways at a speed that left no remnants, and finished the vegetables in order of sugar content, was summoned by her colleague Irene as she tried to make silverware of the national treasure level while polishing them.

Everything was summoned from Felix, the new king.

Elma and Irene floated into Felix's room with troublesome light in their glasses, but opened the door and leaned their necks.

In that area, lined with luxurious furnishings, King Lucas, who was supposed to be training with the Knights, could not see the key Felix as a natural sight.

"--Where did His Majesty the New King go in fear?"

"The sun is beautiful, so she sleeps on the roof of the castle. Well, I don't know what the real purpose is."

When Elma asked, Lucas, who had been kneeling on the couch in his room earlier, replied with his shoulders raised.

But he would have been summoned too suddenly - evidence that he remained wearing the shirt the Knights wear during training - and his expression was unusual, if not frustrating.

Instead, he shook the postcards placed on the small desk beside him as he waited for Elma.

"Glad to hear a lot of wine from the Frenzel Territory saying 'A sign of friendship'. They're all of the highest quality."

Eh?

Irene, who was very reluctant, sparkled Lucas' words.

She likes alcohol, though not as much as Lucas.

The wine region is particularly rich in red wine, especially if it comes from Frenzel, which is regarded as a "drinking gem (ruby)".

"Yonas-sensei does something nice, too. Would you like us to leave it with your partner?

"Oh, for some reason (...), dozens of them have been delivered to me personally."

"Well, Your Highness, you and Jonas were very close at some point."

Irene and the others are unaware of Lucas' "contract" with Jonas.

When he simply looked impressed, he noticed a large wooden box being carried by the sofa and turned to look at it with expectations.

"Hello, is that the wine over there?

"Oh, it's for me personally. The message to my brother-in-law was too large, so I sent it to the castle reservoir. Incidentally, my brother-in-law saw too much wine to drink. I mean, I'm free to deal with anything personal."

The person who behaves and the place where he drinks, "What do you want me to do? It's yours," Felix said, so Lucas didn't hesitate to call the Elmas.

The king's chamber is the perfect place to bathe in the finest wine, no matter who.

"Well, think it's my work. You can drink as much wine as you like. But don't talk to the maids."

"Of course!

Um...

Elma tends to hesitate to raise her voice behind Irene, who is motivated and starts to wrap her sleeves around.

"I'm sorry, but my feelings are enough."

Yes, she was unconscious when she drank alcohol, and she couldn't drink wine with a lot of strength.

But when Lucas heard it, he smiled at it rather than at it.

"Oh, I thought you said that-- Here."

What I gave you was a bottle that was smaller than anything else.

The contents are a dense purple liquid, which at first glance looks like wine.

However, the bottle was treated like a crystal reflecting light, and a beautiful coloured ribbon was wrapped around the cork, creating a gift-like atmosphere that was so luxurious and elegant.

"What is this...?

"It's grape fruit water (zaft). But I was wondering if you could drink this."

The special treatment that you can smell to an unstoppable extent is just like the look of a colored man.

"If you pour this into a glass, you'll be able to taste the wine. It's lunch today. I forgive you. Let's drink."

…………

On Lucas's proposal, Elma revealed an unusual, glamorous color even with glasses.

People in Shimodo remain, but they can't drink alcohol and would rather participate in a booze shop.

"I... have never had a drink with you guys before..."

And it seems that drinking and drinking with someone who was comfortable was actually one of Elma's "normal list of shabbas."

Elma stretched out her hand as if it were a whirlwind and carefully held Zaft's bottle in her chest.

Thank you, Your Highness.

"No."

Lucas raised one eyebrow pleasantly.

"If you're so happy, it's worth it."

Rare, colored men are showing their skills.

At that time, Irene, who was peering into the contents of the box, found something and raised her voice.

"Oh, it's not just wine, is it? How clever of you to have dried cheese, grapes, nuts...

"Oh, that seems to be Miss Deborah's concern. Evidence, here."

Lucas returned to the sofa and rested his hand as he rolled the sticky note and shook a twinkle.

"Miss Deborah also sent me a message. It's an unnaturally polite text... but I wonder why this is only addressed to Elma..."

Once again, Lucas dropped his gaze on the sticky note and stretched his hand to the box beside him, picking up the parcel and handing it to Elma.

"For the time being, you can keep this. They say it's a buttercake made from dried grapes. Somehow... if someone other than you is eating, I even feel like I'm going to be attacked by a cake. Eat it right now."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey Elma, can I just tell you about the letter!? I feel mad about being polite... what kind of writing is that?!

Irene, who appoints a representative of the common sense, peers into Lucas's hands with momentum.

Inside, it was a pencil that was not only thoughtful, but also serious.

I would like to congratulate you on your growing prosperity (e).

Thank you very much for coming to your territory on the other day (Le).

On the contrary, it has become a form of saving our family and our own territory. As long as it is very difficult (E).

However, it was a wonderful and irreplaceable recollection for (Le), our family (Ma) and everyone in our territory to welcome the three parties to their own territory and have a fruitful harvest festival (e).

As a small thank you, (Le), I will send you some wine matching items (Ma).

Especially, the butter cake made with dried grapes is a pride of your own, so I hope you can laugh at it (Elmael!!).

"... it's true. For some reason, I feel a crazy love for Elma so much that the body doesn't get into my head."

"Am I right? The text is rather abrupt... what is it?

Subliminal effect.

Both Lucas and Irene leaned their necks, but somehow felt compelled to do so, causing Elma to open the buttercake wrap on the spot.

"... it seems like it has a unique scent"

Elma leans her neck with a clever wrap open.

"Really?... oh, there's more to the letter. Everything seems to have been arranged by Miss Deborah on the original recipe in pursuit of the taste that the" Almighty "deserves. --But why, the more you read this letter, the more your spine will weaken....."

"It's strange... But I feel like I have to read more....."

You gave it to me first.

Both Lucas and Irene read the letter from Deborah carefully, correcting the note.

When Elma flushed it gently sideways, she cut the cake and put it in her mouth with a graceful and bold hand.

――…………

It was at the same time that she opened her eyes silently and Lucas and the others arrived at the next sentence.

Suitable for the glory of the "Shining One", the dried grapes have been immersed for a week in the highest quality and highest number of brandies in their own territory, resulting in a high aroma.

As a result, it is quite a deviation from the strength of alcohol to describe it as a buttercake, but compared to my love for Elmael-sama, it is also a soothing dust, a breeze.

I hope you enjoy it.

--Love Infinity Eternal Believer Deborah

"Why did you write that at the end?!"

"Why is it that the most important handling information about Elma has not been conveyed? Hmm!?

It's already too late for Lucas and Irene to scream.

At the point where they turned around,

…………

Elma, holding her cheeks with both hands, stood there blurry with a soft atmosphere.

"Hey, are you okay?

"Eh... Elma! Are you okay!?"

The two quickly lengthen their arms and get ready for Elma's fainting, but Elma herself has no sign of falling unexpectedly.

Instead, she

"It's not being communicated...."

When she murmured, she stared at Irene.

Apparently, the yelling of Irene just now touched the line of the heart.

Elma took off her glasses somehow with her fluffy hands - roughly to their usual slow movements, Irene and the others were stiff with cold sweat.

Soon, it became clear whether it was the alcohol or the smoky dawn eyes and the slightly flushed angelic beauty.

"Nh... why don't you take off your fucking glasses there, Elma...!?

"When you talk about something important, keep an eye on it," said the maid maid.

Apparently, it was because I remembered Gerda's teachings piecemeal.

Strangely serious, she kept her gaze on Irene with a firm eye.

"I'm going to tell you something important."

"Eh... Elma, I see, just the glasses...! Ki, distance...!

With beauty so close to stopping your breath, your breath is almost stopped.

I don't know what to do, the language brain is already crazy.

However, Elma did not feel as if Irene was upset, but rather squeezed her confused hands.

"Irene, you are my first friend."

That, a slender hand.

Seriously, just a few beautiful eyebrows.

The eyes, which are half-empty and seductive, moisturize and weep, and the slightly colored lips leak a faint breath.

Elma told her to whisper.

Daisuki

"Ugh...!!

In a moment, from Irene's throat, an unexpected double bass scream burst out from Second Girl.

It was because the words, which were as straightforward as ever and left only a little childhood, haunted the brain and heart.

Irene collapsed on the spot, holding her heart in agony as she continued to breathe.

Next to that, while being upset by the incredible power of drunk Elma, Lucas hesitated to say, "Hey...".

As he reached out unconsciously, countless thoughts came to mind and flowed away in his brain at that moment.

What a destructive force. Is this no longer a charm similar to violence?

No, now is not the time to get into trouble, we should stop this girl who has turned into a perfumed radioactive harmful organism, no, more life-saving.

Yes, now that Irene's heart is in danger, it is not the time to take this stream and ask Elma some questions -

"- Hey."

But if he noticed, Lucas was asking.

"... what is it? Do you... have anything to tell me?"

Self-control and common sense were the moments when I shoved my knees in front of curiosity and instinct.

"Eh...?

Elma, on the other hand, is still blurry.

Slowly raised his face and tilted his neck slightly as he went out with the collapsed Irene and flexed on the spot and stroked his back.

Then he pulls his mouth down, slightly moves his knees to change the angle, and turns back to Lucas - it doesn't matter, but he thought the sequence of movements was futile and damn cute -

Lucas was also bending toward Elma, so they sat on the floor and stared at each other.

Looking at the overwhelming beauty from the front, Lucas's heart beats a little faster.

And Elma smiled.

――…………

It's like a broken flower.

Like light pouring in from a gap in a cloud.

Unfortunately, I forgave my heart, but I smiled colorfully moist for the sake of alcohol.

With a melting smile, Elma slowly stretched her hand to Lucas.

--Pompom, gu.

Somehow, after I punched my shoulders, I smiled and thumped up.

Nh

"Nh, no!

Unexpectedly, Lucas screamed without putting in his hair.

A series of coloured air disappeared somewhere. Did it evaporate?

But the moment I heard such a rush from Lucas, Elma fainted her expression, and then her eyes widened, muttering little by little.

"Nemui"

"Freedom!!

"Good night."

"Hey, wait, don't look down! Don't rub it! Stupid!!

For you, did you think Lucas' chest was a pillow? It was a treatment that pushed his face tightly.

Your body temperature feels high because you are drunk.

The fineness of the hands pressed against the fabric of the shirt.

The smell of the nod that approached in front of her was slow, but it was still incredibly aromatic.

Lucas poisoned herself inside as if she had been upset as if she were a first-time boy, even though she couldn't fit into both hands, such as a woman leaning on her chest.

I'm totally out of my mind.

However, without considering Lucas's mood, the pathetic and annoying tempter in his arm murmured with a slightly mixed honey voice.

"... I don't smell perfume today..."

Hey...

Lucas inadvertently raised his voice.

It may be because I was anxious for this girl to fully grasp the evil of previous femininity, or because I remembered that I had been trained by the Knights earlier.

Lucas, who was able to dictate a woman, couldn't bear to be filthy in front of the girl she cared about.

"No, don't sniff..."

"Skin and the smell of the sun"

In a hurry, she grabbed the girl's shoulders and tried to stay away, but instead she turned round, stronger, and pressed her face against Lucas's chest.

"This smell is kind of very..."

Then I suddenly fell asleep.

"Don't hang up there, by the way!"

Do you feel safe?

Is it tasty?

... you smell of sweat.

Lucas, who lost sight of the words to follow, could not help but shake Elma as he screamed.

But no matter how much you call, no matter how much you rub your shoulders, Elma doesn't tingle.

I closed my eyes tightly covered with long eyelashes, and I just slept in a coma with a pleasant expression that made me want to scream.

"Hey, Elma! You, in this situation....! What a nuisance...!!

Lucas, who was shaking his head and Elma, realized that she had turned into a woman who would definitely fall asleep. Eventually, he blew the color of sadness at the end of the sentence and looked up to heaven.

"That's a lie....!

I hate the body entrusted to me as if I had forgiven my heart.

Slow hips, unprotected necks, and lips in front of you - even if you see something like that, there's no way you can handle it in this situation.

Eventually, with a heavy sigh, Lucas managed to get rid of his misgivings and carefully pulled off Elma's body, where he noticed the buttercake wrapped next to him.

…………

Unexpectedly, you look like you've bitten a bitter bug.

Deborah, make it look like a live one.

"Hey, Irene."

"... hah! Yes...!?

Irene, who had all the SAN values in Elma's "Daisuke" attack, finally returned to me with that call and stood up immediately.

Beyond his gaze, he understood the "misery" that was falling on Lucas, and he had an expression that could not be associated with upset or sympathy.

Beyond the boundaries of being a man and a woman and being above and below their stature, they nodded without a doubt after staring at each other for a while.

"The buttercake."

Yes, let's dispose of it.

"Even if you're wrong, don't let the leftovers fall into Elma's hands."

"It's an incineration without even a single grain of flour. I see."

It can be said that Ahun is breathing.

Silently, Lucas lay on Elma's body on the sofa, Irene picked up the cake, and the two turned their backs and said, "Bye."

"Wait, one mouth..."

"Um, just one mouth-"

She turned around at exactly the same time and looked at each other without trying.

The blue eyes that contain sweetness and the emerald eyes that tend to fish are intertwined for a while.

In the other person's eyes, they acknowledged their own shallowness and improvisation, and distracted their eyes at the same time as they were frightened.

"... I asked you to dispose of me so I wouldn't leave a single mouth behind."

"... yes, I will dispose of it so as not to leave a single mouth behind"

It was a moment when they barely stepped into the area of "caring man" and "friendly friend".

Lucas puts her jacket on Elma, who turns round on the sofa, and Irene sighs as she walks down the hallway with a vigilant attitude like that of a bomb.

Curiously, the two shouted simultaneously in a distant place.

This girl wonders if this friend can't get drunk "normally".