The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

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Now, it feels like this angel-like beautiful girl's blossom-like poor lips have spinned an unbelievably cynical word.

Looking around the rigid perimeter, Elma continued with an obviously angry voice.

"Diseases mainly manifested in women with poor limbs and rigid stenosis of photoreceptor cells. In my knowledge, it is classified as nematode disease. Because it's not a germ, it's not the wrath of God, it's a parasite planted and planted by a faggot."

"Parasites...?

Elma continued fishing for a rag in front of a dazed audience.

"Normally, the parasite that lives in the rectum of livestock, such as sheep and goats, parasites and grows through the male genitals and into the female body due to the deviant sexual preferences of the faggot. It's only natural that you can't heal with healing. The image that is said to be indispensable for the activation of magic is very different in pathogens and parasites, and basically sacred power is the ability to nurture life. How much of the body has been restored by healing, and the parasite can't be killed."

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Clearly figured it out, and together they were utterly silent.

Elma saw Luana quietly.

And as soon as I heard the name of whore's disease, the audience showed disgust for Chloe.

"Perhaps your mother... she was the only one who knew the cause. But I endured without saying it publicly. There were no victims other than her because she did not negotiate with any other opposite sex. Is it normal in this country to call such women" prostitutes "or" deviants "?

"............"

The color of the people around you changes.

Especially for Luana, it passed through the blue and became as white as paper.

If Elma's claim is true - she's not the victim, she's the perpetrator's daughter.

In a tense silence, Elma turned back to Chloe.

Then he gently opened his eyebrows and looked like the Virgin Mary.

"Master Chloe... it was hard for you."

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Chloe's eyes are moisturized again by the work of unexpected people.

However, it was a completely different kind of tear than before.

Elma gently brushes Chloe's hair and puts it on her ear.

And he took Chloe's arm, and touched the bowl that was before her.

"But don't worry. In fact, my brother was developing a cure for the disease, and I know the recipe."

"Eh...?

"The main ingredient is oddly this Arrow tree. React this sap with acid, crystallize, and separate to get the drug substance."

"Eh...?

"For your convenience, here is the completed one."

"Yeahhhhh...!?

I don't know where to start anymore.

Chloe stood up with her eyes round in front of Elma, who lifted the vial out of the cloth bag.

And then I just stared at the girl in front of me.

An unexpectedly beautiful girl with the overwhelming ability to manipulate plants with pleasure, cutting Chloe's troubles from the roots and offering her even a special potion.

I guess I wasn't the only one who thought there was afterlight in that figure.

"Well... why... are you helping me...?

While asking, Chloe began to cry on her cheeks without knowing.

"There is no connection or connection... why do you think of me as the head of a rival from another country...?

A miracle.

This is a miracle.

Feeling the powerful weight of the vial handed over, Chloe wondered if she could really accept this fortune.

"Why...?"

It's a trick fee.

"... yes?

And confused.

I feel like I've heard a word that's out of context.

Chloe was left with a refreshing smile as to what Elma thought.

"Excuse me, please think of it as a lesson fee. There was a lot to learn about you."

"Wow... from me...?

"Yes, you taught me the importance of organic... nature."

I don't really know.

Is it true that this miracle girl will learn from her behavior?

Chloe thought desperately in confusion.

No, or maybe it's an antonym.

Without even protesting the irrational situation, I saw myself spending time killing emotions and recognised the importance of behaving naturally.

(I always... pushed and killed a lot of things and pretended not to see them... because that's all)

Well, I remember the conversation I had with Raul and the others last night.

They spoke kindly of Chloe. Even if the vessel is large.

But I know better than anyone that I'm not like that.

(I was just... timid. I didn't really like it, but I was afraid to argue, so I just kept quiet.)

"Um..."

Chloe never raised her face.

But before she opens her mouth,

"- I'm not kidding!... this is bullshit, it's a scam!

A tall woman's voice echoed through the arena.

Luana.

She shouted, pointing at Elma and Chloe with her face twitching.

"Everyone is being deceived by that Luden woman! I mean, isn't that right? It's true that she took your father from your mother first. She's a dirty whore! You are the perpetrators, and we are the victims! That's an unshakeable fact!

Burning eyes, powerful tone. Even though her face is strong, she is more powerful than a girl of her age.

And Chloe was always overwhelmed and silent.

If only I endured, I was immersed in self-pity, and never tried to fight.

"Luana, hey...!

Let me tell you something.

Raul and Gino, who had changed their blood phase, are now back in front of Chloe again.

But for the first time, Chloe controlled it by her own will.

"Wait a minute."

He glanced at Elma, then looked at Luana and took a breath.

For the first time, your cheeks became hot with a trembling sensation of your heart.

"- Master Luana. I... hate you."

In addition to thoughts, the voice resounded.

Luana opened her eyes slightly at first, as if a weak little animal had suddenly bitten her, and then she exhaled in the form of a giggle.

"----yes."

"I hate it. The humiliation that hurt a few of my friends, the cursing of my mother, the reluctance to buy money around me, the cleverness, the narrowness of my vision, the hysterics, all of it."

From Luana's point of view, I wonder what happened when my concubine's son hated me.

But for Chloe, clearly "disliked" someone - not hurting them, not quitting, and being prepared for it is a big, very big decision.

"I don't want to die - I still don't think so. But I think you should suffer. Just as much as you tortured me."

I thought it was terrible to want someone to suffer. Sometimes I hate it.

Despicable, cruel, forbidden.

Chloe didn't resist, not because she could forgive the other person, but because she couldn't forgive herself to do what she shouldn't.

But that's no good.

Because, in fact, the anger towards Luana, the grief of being hurt, was stupid in the bottom of his heart in search of a mouth.

When it was forced to consolidate, the situation did not calm down, but only worsened.

Face this anger sooner, confront Luana, and speak up.

Perhaps the cause of my mother's illness was solved sooner.

Perhaps unnecessary dishonor was avoided.

What I needed was not to push violent negative emotions into a hard shell, but to release them properly.

(Like her who controlled violent trees and vines and broke and crushed cobblestones...)

Chloe gently loosened her right fist, which she had unconsciously gripped.

Until now, every time I feel like I'm overflowing, I've been holding my fist.

"Strange, aren't we both the daughters of Mijinko shithead?"

"............"

Luana blues as she understands the fact that the rumours that have been directed at Chloe in the past are doubling and returning.

Chloe slowly woke her thumb from her right fist, even smiling at the stupid Luana.

"Stones thrown, clothes torn, slanderous statements made. I've learned a lot about the hard work of a daughter with a hard parent thanks to you."

"............"

And in front of the trembling Luana,

"So, let me show you the suffering of hell."

Chloe shook her right thumb down towards the ground.

Hyuhh, someone's breathing.

An unspeakable power that seeps from the delicate and slender Chloe.

Irene, who was watching the exchange, whispered.

"What should I do... let's see, the candidate for the presidency of the Virgin... has fallen into darkness..."

She had tearful eyes.

Is that so?

"I see, I see! What are you gonna do, Elma? Such a pure child...!

"Yes, I don't think her heart has changed much."

Elma leans her neck as Elaine shakes hard.

That was because Chloe could only hear the words that Chloe added with a very small voice.

--Let me show you the suffering of hell... together (...).

Chloe understands, as she says, that she is also the perpetrator's daughter.

Compared to before, the gaze directed at prostitutes and their loved ones will be much easier, but some of the accusations and attacks against the contestie owner will be directed at Chloe as well, unreasonably.

From now on, she will fight it - with Luana.

"But something like this... you have the impression that the core has become much stronger than before. Even on a slightly expressive level."

However, with Chloe now, Elma wondered if she could properly express her anger and fight the outside - of course, she didn't think that the cause of the change was herself.

And Chloe looks back and feels Elma's gaze.

She looked up at Elma with a groovy expression on her pathetic face.

"Um... Thank you very much again. My name is Chloe Contesti and I'm late. Thank you very much for this."

"No, I just had extra medicine in my hand"

"No, that's not all."

Chloe's dark green eyes are not as weak as before.

Instead, it was straight enough to eject us.

She smiled like a spill on her face.

"I finally understand. Don't just keep quiet. If you encounter an enemy - you have to step on it with all your might."

"After all, this kid is in the dark!

Irene, who was listening to the conversation beside her, screamed impatiently and shook Elma's shoulders again.

"There's no black-and-white aura seeping out of your treacherous smile!? It's your fault!? Hey, it's your fault!?

"Isn't it because of your mind? Irene, I'll cook you this growing flower later, so please calm down."

"I don't need that... That's it. Okay, calm down."

Elma had a warm expression on Irene, who turned her face and let go of her hand.

"Irene really likes to eat..."

"Ugh, shut up. Eating your food can't help but blow up all your thoughts!

Chloe smiled and stared at Elma while she was interacting.

I feel like I can feel the black aura in that smile, but no, my eyes are sparkling with no clouds.

Irene felt as if Chloe was waiting for Elma's reply.

"Uh, Mr. Chloe, you're here. Apologies for spreading water on your decision, but I don't remember telling you to trample on my enemies or anything like that..."

"Ah, I'm sorry...! After all, it's not enough to trample, is it? More like this, you can scrape it, twist it, and do it. It's embarrassing....."

Eh, no.

While being honest, this sign of even Master "Elma" overwhelming and running away reminds me of someone.

Now Chloe gently pressed her hand against her cheeks in front of Irene, who narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

"I have to work harder. Bring you as close as you can to be a great master."

"Eh?"

"I feel like I've got a lot of strength from you."

I wonder.

It is true when it comes to flapping, but the amount of calories is not enough to fall within that range.

"Elma, right? Elma is a really wonderful person....."

"No, Chloe? Hello?"

Irene, who was observing the exchange, thought, oh.

I found out who it resembles.

"If you don't mind - can I call you onee-sama...?

It's Deborah.

Eyes that are melancholy and fanatical.

Chloe, whose eyes Irene named "Deborah's Eye", looked up at Elma in a position like a believer praying to God.

"Um...."

On the stage of the calming arena,

"It's time to determine who the Virgin is in this case..."

In the meantime, may I ask you all to leave for a moment?

Cardinal Chelsea's pitiful and weak voice rang as the stage progressed.