The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Unbelievable."

A choking decline and a sign of elegance.

An old man shook his voice in a dimly lit corner of the room where they stood in thickness.

"Impossible. It's a blasphemy. I won't forgive you."

Gray eyes and clergyman appearance on white hair enough to cover shoulders.

He was Clement, a man who used to be the prime minister of the great power of Luden.

Having become a prisoner and acquainted himself with this strange space, he held onto a book in one hand and laid down himself on that day.

"What's the matter, [ornament]? If you have a number you don't know, just ask [laziness]."

"Oh, even though I was a former nobleman, I didn't think there would be any such thing as deciphering books if I were a prime minister."

"Did you find the decoration, just the [decoration]?

Rezel, Morgan, and Horst were the three people who spoke on the sofa, each calmly.

Clemens turned around with the momentum to make a sound.

"I don't remember forgiving two such embarrassing names!

And barking sharply, Holst, who was sipping tea,

"Forgive me, Clemens."

I shrugged my shoulders with my tongue out.

Yes, it is.

In the case of his wife, Clement, who was stripped of all appearance and social authority, was given two names by the prison facade that liked him and, as Heidemarie predicted, became their toy altogether.

Decoration - The name of an old evil that was temporarily counted as the eighth great sin.

Clement was given a standing position like the "Seven of Prisons" assistant, leveraging his experience and knowledge to manage the inmate's accounting.

However, despite the fact that his nature has already been revealed, he is playing hard to protect the former Prime Minister's cowardice.

"Absolutely, when I looked at the (...) books in the table, I thought there were some scammers who could read numbers, but... what is this bullshit 'book'?"

"Ooh, the ex-Prime Chancellor has a sweaty face, such as a compliment. On the front page (...), I was aiming for a book worthy of" Hell of the World ", but didn't it seem uncomfortable in the eyes of the experts?

"Hmm, I hated it so much that it was a notebook. On the contrary, it was suspicious. It's not the young tax officer I'm checking, but if I were you, I'd step in and investigate in less than six months. The pig guards I sent in here said it was a sophisticated ledger that could never be managed."

The tone was throwing up, but there was certainly something there that seeped like praise for a good colleague.

Clement was originally a prime minister from the accounting field.

Instead of loathing incompetent tokens enough to spit them out, capable humans have a tendency to forgive themselves.

Inevitably, as a former fraudster, Morgan and I seemed to be in control of the prison economy, and from time to time they had conversations that they didn't know whether they were getting along or praising each other.

As for Morgan, although the origins of the former aristocracy are on his nose, he seems to have noticed the sharpness of Clement's numerical intuition, backed by experience.

"If you can praise me so much, what's the problem?

"Don't bother me. This was handed over as a back account. What the hell is this?"

It was a scratchy notebook that Clement once again revealed her anger.

On the cover page, the characters and the year of "back-office books" are filled in with dignity, and if you flip over, there are scattered words that trouble interpretation, such as "Clear late October North 1, West 3" and "New South East 1" in different languages.

Not only that, but sometimes even words that were clearly not in the books appeared on the paper, such as "hungry", "hair cream (honey ver) concept design during May" and "the package before the abrasive (boxed Bernstein Chamber of Commerce)".

"Is this a diary? Business notes? Shopping list? What is the unit, is it income or expenditure? If you spend, you can write items in product names instead of directions, classify them, unify them in Lutheran, not in the perception notes placed in the travel accommodation, and don't spin them!

Together we shrug our shoulders to make too good a point.

And then...

"--Checkmate"

A beautiful woman who had kept silence until then raised her sweet and intimate voice.

Loosely wavy silver hair and distressing blue eyes.

My ex-husband, Hydemarie.

As she passed through the thrilling Clement, she gently smiled towards Isaac, who was holding her head in front of her.

"I'm already [eating]. It's boring to lose so quickly."

"I know I'm weak to chess, and you invited me..."

"Because that's how I felt."

When she answered without fear, the prison queen stared at the face of the token.

"-5 north, 2 east. It's... about the end of next month. It must be a very rainy day."

"It rained five north, two east, and at the end of November. Go on, write it down."

"What do you mean?

When Clement answers, Holst sighs "That's why."

He continued slowly in a tone that explained to the poor student.

"Since you say 'what the hell is this', [lust] kindly tells me. The meaning of the words scattered in the back books."

…………

Clement raised her eyebrows in suspicion.

As far as teaching is concerned, Hydemarie is simply replacing the checkmate's position with that of the north, west, and south.

No, there is extra information about the date, time, climate, etc., but what the hell is that?

"Game record?

Record or prophecy?

"What..."

When Clement tried to pursue it, the door opened and another "great sinner" came in.

A tough look on your body.

An ex-husband with rich dark hair and deep blue eyes.

It is a Gilbert.

He had two seals in one hand.

"Good news. The bargaining gold I had previously received from the new King of Felix - as well as the consolation money I had been given - if I had operated in the northern gold pulse and the western silver pulse, both of them would have unearthed new mineral veins. One in the North, three in the West."

"Ah, north one, west three."

"Name Answer"

As Gilbert gently lifts the edges of her lips, they cheer together.

When Rezel, who was nearest to him, took the back books from Clement, he erased "late October, clear north 1, west 3" with a bar and added "25th".

Hmm, I think I hear the roar of gold.

Clement was stunned in front of Riesel, wondering if he would renew his wardrobe.

What the hell is this?

When the brain refused to understand, Holst explained to me how to accept it with a stunned face.

"That's why it costs so much to maintain an environment that satisfies us and our precious princess. That's why I sometimes manage my funds according to [lust] advice (...). The interest rate is rough... how much is it? It's too much to calculate. Every day, money rolls in like an idiot."

Morgan nods quietly.

Besides, nobody here seems to remember any doubt about the ever-increasing amount of money.

"What the hell...?"

Clemens is a former prime minister.

I know with my own hands how difficult it is to realize a single income for ten expenditures.

"Every day," "like a fool," money rolls in.

"Even a war treasurer would be a reward if he could increase his funds slightly for five consecutive years. Do you think that the interest rate calculation is so unusual...?

"Yeah, well. If you sprinkle the money just like Sex Greed said, the rest will increase as much as you want. It's hard to grasp."

"In the old days, [bulimia] used to dig his fist for gold pulse, and [greed] used alchemy to turn stones into gold, but there was a more lucrative taste at that time."

Hey

Horst and Liesel are having a little conversation, but they don't even hear it.

In the unlikely event, Clement simply had to stare at the sight in front of her.

(Speaking of impossible...)

Your gaze goes to someone who's trying to attract you.

The deepest part of the luxurious guestroom.

Beautiful whore with her back on the sofa and cheeks on the shoulders of her husband Gilbert, who is still in a slutty outfit today.

Who the hell is she?

(Eyes and voices that forcibly attract passing beauty and interest. And... behave as if you were looking to the future or the truth)

Clement had felt a strange force seeping out of her slender limbs since she first met her.

Plus, the power she occasionally exerts, like a fortuneteller.

(Ha.... Too upset. A sacred force that is not strange to be counted by the saints, such as seeing the truth. If you are prepared for a prostitute, it must be a suspicious trick to deceive people at best)

No...

Looking at Hydemarie's wet, indigo eyes, Clement thought.

There's one more possibility.

A demon tribe that flirts with human souls with evil power.

"What's the matter, Clemens?

Clement took a breath when she spoke as if she had read her mind.

"Are you touched by the sharpness of my intuition?

"Guess...."

"Yes, it's a woman."

Clean up strange abilities with a word of conjecture.

As Clement stood up without saying anything, Hydemarie slightly shrugged her shoulders to show off her delicate clavicle.

"I see. I'm a little good at divination."

"'Divination'......"

"Yes, it's a feminine play, isn't it? I wonder if it's a boring topic for you."

Rather bored herself, she leaked a small yawn and smiled "rude".

"I'm tired of chess. I'm going to sleep like this. Hey, Clemens. We should start a new game."

"New game....?

"Yes."

The next moment she nodded, the white hand was holding a bunch of cards.

Do you know Tarot?

"Where did that bundle of cards come from now!?

It's the valley.

Hydemarie fainted Clement's question and began spreading the card to the table without waiting for a reply.

I see. You don't seem to like card games, so instead of competing, try divination. What do you want to divine? Your future? Our past? Or perhaps now, my dear child.... "

Fools.

Magician.

Demons, stars, sun in the pope.

Beautiful and golden cards line up one after the other.

It's old, but it's as if each painting is expensive.

There is no discomfort even though it is said to be a secret of the Royal Palace.

It's like a prostitute has a gem like a national treasure, but it's also a daily mess in this space.

Hydemarie cut the cards, pick out the five cards and lay down on the table in the form of a cross.

Then he raised his face barely and asked with a quiet voice that even made him feel sacred.

"Come on, which card should I flip?"