The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The night of the first day of the chalice.

In essence, the circular arena was open to the people at this time, when the festival was positioned on the eve of the festival, and there was literally a festival riot.

Drink the sacred wine dedicated to God, sing hymns cheerfully, and clap their shoulders with their neighbors.

In Aurelia, where there are many pious believers, these acts, which are day-to-day frowned upon, are all permitted only for the duration of this chalice to show gratitude to God.

The chalice was such a special ritual for them.

On the other hand, the candidate students - most of them will return to the dormitory after the opening ceremony in preparation for the fighting that will begin the next day.

They were prepared for the next day, and many would fall asleep early, so the dormitory was quiet when the date changed.

In the meantime, there was one person walking in the outer corridor with a thin candlestick in one hand.

Irene is a blonde girl who walks in the dark without a thing.

She eventually arrived at the firewood shed off the property and checked the third door from the right and quietly knocked it out.

"What if the firewood in the room runs out, making it difficult for my husband to nanoclean his glasses?"

"My glasses. That's tough, right now."

Mixing the words "glasses" into the text is what Irene and the others decided to say.

Lucas, a clerk with glasses who could not be seen right away, opened the door, so Irene slipped into a room in the woodshed.

Then I put the candlestick on the floor nearby and bowed respectfully to Lucas.

"Would you like to see me, Your Highness?

"Even though I was afraid to take it and put it on. Okay, I don't need a changed word anymore."

Lucas took off his hot and bitter muzzle and his glasses, and scratched his hair up, and finally lowered his hips to the pile of wood as if it had settled down.

It is the sudden appearance of a beautiful man.

In the closet, there was a situation where two colored men dripping with water were alone, but after all, Irene said, "Fuu! after laughing at the opponent.

More than once, I felt touched by the vibrant bifour-after-sales after seeing it many times, releasing a bite and sigh.

"Really... what a powerful pair of glasses to render everything beautiful and ugly meaningless. Could this be the world she's looking at?"

"... don't you dare point to a terrible possibility?"

Lucas lowers his voice slightly as he is pointed out that his sweet mask may not work at all with Elma.

But when he shook his head lightly and quickly switched his mind, he opened his mouth with a serious face.

"Well, I'm sorry to call, but I need you to do me a favor."

"Leave it to me. If it's Elma's three-size, I've already heard that. From above..."

"No, wait, what the hell do you think I am?"

Lucas looked up to heaven, surely controlling Irene, who had taken out the memo.

Then he told Irene to lower his hips with a face like a bitter bug, and he stared firmly.

"I'd like to ask you something else.... I want you to help me not to let Elma play the role of today at the chalice that will be live from tomorrow."

"Help me not to be active....."

Lukas nodded and added explanations to Irene, who repeated them with suspicion.

"Specifically, I want you to stop abnormal situations such as the culmination of all three departments at the Holy Grail. Regardless of the results of the Holy Grail, I would like to stop things like today that leave a strong impression on people, if possible. Can you help me, Irene?"

"That's, um..."

Irene, staring straight at her, replies with a faint glance of confusion.

"You disobey Your Majesty's order to 'get trinitate'... right?

…………

Irene shook her hands out in a hurry to keep her mouth shut to Lucas.

"No, because His Highness says, there may be some circumstances, and I would rather obey His Majesty's orders than His Majesty. So today, while I thought something was wrong, I synchronized with His Highness on that occasion."

That was when I told Elma, "Don't win." "Instead, let everyone do it."

After all, Irene nodded confusingly to Lucas, who glanced up.

"At that time, I wondered whether we, the foreigners, should not get Aurelia's symbol, or whether His Highness was taking such political considerations into account. Or is it possible that if she takes it seriously, there will be damage that will not be the Holy Grail, so His Majesty the Hardship Slight Receiver will have to stop...."

"Wait, what is this magical attribute like a spell?"

"That's why I followed you... but..."

Regarding Lucas's penetration, Irene shook her hands together once.

Then she looks up.

"It is strange, after all, to try to avoid winning until you disobey His Majesty's orders. Instead of winning, His Highness insists on avoiding the activity itself. If possible... could you tell me why?

Then he stared straight back at the opponent.

Lucas took his gaze and closed his mouth for a while.

The sound of a jinx and a candlestick shaking between the two of them.

"---... can you swear that you will never divulge what you're about to say?

Eventually, Lucas cuts out with a low voice.

He looked terribly serious.

Irene subconsciously rang her throat and replied, "... yes," realizing that her voice was trembling, she rushed back.

"Yes, I swear."

Rouden's most colored man.

He is a feminine, carefree, and has recently been prominent in all his struggles, but he seems to be reminded once again that he is still a young man who binds the Knights Squadron and a member of the royal family who binds the people.

Lucas wandered his gaze to look for words for a while, but eventually he scratched his hair and quickly told him with a sigh.

"Elma is probably a demon."

…………

Irene breathes.

When Lucas put his feet together, he slightly lifted the edge of his mouth.

"Technically, it's either the Devil's survival or her daughter. Overwhelming beauty, strength, ability. Until recently, she had often been described as' I don't think I'm human ', but the other day, I finally decided that Elma was a demon. When the former Marquis of Clement pleaded not guilty, he washed each one of the prisoners' sins to see if they were true - but a whore named the most sinister," The Son of the Devil ". Because she turned out to be truly guilty."

Felix carefully traced the trial history of the prisoners held in Walzer Prison besides wearing the mask of a dull king.

Testimony of the time, evidence submitted, circumstances. Work on things more than fifteen years ago was extremely difficult to navigate, but he nevertheless took the time to examine them until he was able to ascertain the truth that convinced him.

The prostitute who fought with the demon tribe - the town doctor who went to the whorehouse to see the stomach of Hydemarie. Colleagues at the time. The royalty of the kingdom that Hydemarie put on her sleeve.

Others thought to be related were brought from one end, and the situation was reproduced using confessions and hypnosis.

And it was concluded that she had an evil mole in her belly - she really had the Son of the Devil.

"In light of her age, her belly is Elma. If it is said that the devil race has special physical abilities, it will be explained. I mean... Elma is a demon, not a demon, and a relative of the demon."

…………

Irene muttered in silence.

"Something like this...."

Then I continued with a subtle expression.

"I don't know what that is... wow, don't you feel even better now? Like this... Elma was actually a demon! Even if you say that, uh, after all...? It's like I knew...."

"... don't say that. I agree."

When Lucas turned into a melancholy face, he nodded his head in both hands poking at his knees.

"If you think about his work so far, you're not surprised at all that he's a demon... rather, he's a demon, so it's a relief to fall into his heart... I just feel paralyzed..."

"That's right...."

Mysteriously, Irene nodded, and Lucas woke up.

"The sensation seemed to have passed paralysis. We know he has a good spirit, but from the point of view of the general population, the Demons are still the object of fear and the object of attack."

"... when we find out who it is, you think Elma will be persecuted by the people?

"No...."

Lucas had a bitter expression and rubbed his lips with his thumb.

"Rather the opposite.... Elma will be thoroughly exploited by her brother-in-law."

"Exploitation...?

Scared by disturbing words, the shadow of the flame sways loosely.

The continued voice was also a source of anxiety.

"... my brother-in-law is on that street. My own subordinates, even if they are demons, may be the vengeance of their parents, but I am not interested. There's only one thing I'm interested in. Whether the opponent is beneficial to me - or to Rouden."

"Beneficial..."

"Ah. As long as it goes on, the Demon clan's subordinate (Elma), who has the ability to withstand and has a strong body close to immortality, will be preferred. In fact, my brother-in-law has just given me a futile assignment after realizing Elma's usefulness."

Lucas' expression grew steeper and steeper as he remembered the many missions that Elma had been involved in.

"The results are always good. My brother-in-law is very satisfied. The same is true of profiting from a mission, but perhaps at the same time, he is calmly verifying (...) it. How far can Elma be beneficial?"

"Oh no...."

"Then Elma turned out to be the daughter of the demon clan. Then, I don't know where the verification is going. What happens when you throw yourself into the enchanted territory (Frenzel)? What if we throw them into a sanctuary called Aurelia? - Yes, this mission will probably focus on its validation."

Irene's eyes were wide open.

"Burn away the magic... Because Aurelia is a sacred land?

"Oh, Aurelia is the birthplace of Auruism. There are so many cathedrals in this country that they are not comparable to Luden's."

"And there are many holy swords and instruments that once drove the demons to extinction.... That means a powerful sanctuary."

Irene hammers while pulling out information about Aurelia.

Lucas nodded quietly, surprised that she was surprisingly familiar with Aurelia.

"Exactly. And the closer we get to the sanctuary, the greater the load on the devil's body."

After hearing the explanation, Irene put her hand on her lips as a dress.

"Speaking of which... she's strangely ill today..."

Lucas also makes his face steep.

And I went on.

"On my first day at the academy, this is it. If you stay for a few days, your condition may get worse."

"Besides, the Trinitate awards ceremony will be awarded on the last day in the most sacred cathedral, using powerful sacred tools. If Elma touches it... does that mean she could even be chased away...?

"Oh, we must avoid that at all costs. And what I want to avoid more than that is to prove that Elma can also be active in the sanctuary."

Irene understood what was ahead of her.

"Even if you are full of creativity, if you can work in the sanctuary... that is, with considerable adversity, you intend to carry out further 'verification'?

"... it appears to him that Elma is a weapon in the form of a girl. Ultimately, he seems to be trying to throw himself into battle. Elma is smart, but strangely unknown. Even if you can decipher facial expressions and act, the roots are pure. It's quite possible that your brother-in-law will accidentally deceive you with a" normal "trump card and use an unpleasant hands-on manipulation.... I want to avoid it anyway."

"... is that what I was arguing with you about before we left...?

When she noticed Irene asking for help, Lucas slightly turned away and replied.

"... I just hit him once."

"... wow"

"Is there a knight who would be happy to see a woman he likes thrown into battle?"

A straight face floats like a plump face.

It seems to be a short-circuit behavior - perhaps that's what makes him admired by the people and the Knights.

Irene finally nodded when she smiled secretly.

"I see. I mean, I just have to do everything I can to make Elma feel better after tomorrow."

"Oh, especially you, as Elma's forgiving friend, I'd like to ask for persuasion and imprinting. Can you do it?"

Lucas asked and Irene raised one eyebrow cleverly.

"As a member of the Royal Palace, he betrays His Majesty's orders and stands ready to fail in his mission. What kind of woman, other than me, can you say such a mean and terrifying thing?

In the light of the candlestick, the green eyes of the cat sparkled.