The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Lucas watched as Elma was scolded by Irene and put suspicious chemicals in her cloth bag, relieving herself from behind her thick glasses.

(Great, Irene)

Knowing her inner feelings, she turns to Elma's unparalleled blockade, drawing on Lucas's heart.

Even now, Lukas secretly applauded Elma, who was dissatisfied with her medication, as she watched Irene preach.

Elma always makes unpredictable moves.

How much Lucas has used as an employee, and if he uses a force technique such as chemicals, the mediocre plan will be frustrated at once.

(This time... we can't just let Elma be active on this mission.)

Lucas watched the stage, holding the hand rail in his arms.

Elma, who seems to have been persuaded by Irene, nods as if she was convinced by something, staring seriously at the candidate next door - the girl who is rumored to be the Virgin's lead candidate, Chloe.

Apparently, she stopped using chemicals to realize her virginity and decided to sing a song just like her neighbor.

He gently touched his throat and put his hands together toward the bowl.

(Compared to medicine, it's still calmer here....)

Lucas is relieved and watches a series of actions.

It is Elma's voice that seduced the moth herd the other day, but perhaps only this time, it will not lead to results.

(Because... her voice is probably a magical (...) voice that seduces and corrupts the opponent)

Her abilities should be weakened in this academy, where Aurelius, the Lord, is sheltered, and which is also counted in the Divine Realm.

Holding his breath, Lucas looked at Elma standing in the arena from afar.

She stares at the bowl and begins to whisper something.

It turned out that the voice was at a distance from the crowd and that it could not reach this far, but that it would sing quietly.

However, unlike the previous moth, there was no noticeable movement in the bowl.

It was a knight's shame to rejoice at the failure of others, but at this time Lucas was relieved and held his fist quietly.

(All right)

As a matter of fact, the seedlings in the bowl that I gave her with all due respect have their roots.

In other words, the seedling in that bowl is as good as the grass.

Generally, it is said that listening to the song will improve plant development, but seedlings will not grow where Elma is not magical, but where she is exposed to the sound of pure healing.

Because it is no longer a completely dead life.

Elma continues to sing.

Aware of the style of the neighboring candidate, he put his hands together and gently moved his lips and sang like a pure girl.

It must be a beautiful tone.

Irene and the candidate next door listened with a soft expression.

However, Elma felt a sense of irresponsibility or strangely tilted her neck.

(All right, things are going well)

Elma interrupts the song and closes her mouth.

She stared at the bowl and then glanced around.

The candidates, excluding Elma and Chloe, danced and chanted sacred words, describing their intrigue as no longer imminent.

Some of them were shaking their hair, and some of them took off their makeup and wore their costumes.

Still having difficulty controlling their abilities, they noticed that their bowls were not the core seedlings, but the weeds that had grown around them.

Sometimes, you hear frustrating voices like, "Yadayau, I want to grow seedlings, not weeds..."

Elma looked at them and murmured something.

I don't know how to read lips, but Lucas does.

--Absolutely.

It looked like a monologue.

(Overall feeling...?

She suddenly takes off her glasses, wondering what Lucas was thinking about tilting her neck.

――…………

She rubbed her face and perfectly exposed her beautiful bare skin without worrying about the tone of the venue, adding her hands to the dumplings and disturbing it.

In addition, you can put your fingers on the collar of your uniform and disturb it.

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Loosely wavy black hair covering a white neck and thin shoulders.

Wet eyes with mysterious colors, like the sky at dawn. Only the brutally rubbed lips are strangely red in a perfectly organized face.

There was a disturbed girl with hair who couldn't help but catch the eye.

The white student clothes that were supposed to be clear were magical beauties that instead accentuated the perfume that seeped out.

"Wait... you...!"

It's too late to kick a rattle and a chair and rush towards the arena.

Elma looked down at the bowl and opened her hands as if the silent singing she had just done was a lie.

Soon, her atmosphere changed dramatically.

In this way,

--ahh......!

Like a singing princess on the stage, she began to shake her hair and perform a magnificent singing with a huge gesture.

- Come to me. Come on.

No, it's more like a whore than a "princess."

Or like a queen.

A glossy, arrogant and powerful voice that has no doubt about being obedient to everything.

- Come on, come on, come on.

It was a sweet, sweet voice that melted the brain.

---... come on!

The Queen's "orders" echo.

At the same time, the audience, including Lucas, noticed strange sounds.

--Gogo... gogo...

Not singing, of course.

It's not a bluff, it's kind of close to lightning.

― ― Ground noise.

At the next moment,

--Doooooo....!

"Kyaaaaaaaaa!

"Wow, ahhhhhh!

With the roar, the cobblestone breaks apart.

The audience sat down and leaned against each other.

Lucas searched aggressively for his prey, but for a moment he forgot his movements in an impossible sight.

Cobblestone cracked tip.

The surroundings of the beautifully furnished spectator seat.

From that place, where the soil was peeking slightly, all the plants continued to grow with terrible momentum.

The trees, the roots, the flowers, the leaves, the vines.

Like the\ 36528; Magic Beast, it swells at a speed that makes you feel fierce, swallowing the surroundings.

The huge tree roots cross the cobblestones in two, and on top of them crawl the vines with flowers.

Strangely, avoiding people, the plants went all the way as they crushed the cobbles - there was a bowl overlooking Elma.

Growing "summoned" plants surround the bowl like controlled soldiers, where they snuggle and stop moving.

The bowl was still seedling and lying on the ground - it even looked like the remains of an emperor who penetrated silence rather than grass.

When she came there, Elma, who was singing, lowered her hands loosely and barely opened her mouth.

"- No more. I wanted to grow seedlings, not weeds."

Take it off and the glasses that were lying on the floor shine brightly for some reason.

Without heart, Elma's face was proud.

She looks back and raises her eyebrows towards Irene.

The meaning - oh, unfortunately Lucas and Irene understood -

This is "normal", right?

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Lucas and Irene shake their fists with their pure white faces.

Besides, Elma ran after him with a smile.

"When I used chemicals, I was able to grow only seedlings with considerable precision, but it's better if I accidentally grow other seedlings in an organic way that seeps desperately. I think I finally understand. Irene, thank you very much for your constant advice."

They realized that they had taken the chemicals from Elma, but instead made things worse.

However, why do "supernatural" phenomena occur as a result of "natural" methods that do not rely on chemicals?

Do you hate it?

Too much pragmatism, both clogging words.

"----------bah"

What if?

After about three minutes of silence.

Oddly enough, Irene and Lucas raised their souls at the right time.

Idiot-------!