The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Force, Positive Position"

In the luxurious, but somewhat degrading, airy room, the voice of a woman echoed in secrecy.

High-demary gracefully flipped her tarot and raised her eyebrows like "Oh my God."

When she traced the card with her white fingertips, she smiled deeply.

"You made a wonderful gift, Elma?

"... what do you mean?

Clement, who was peering, asked with a gaze.

A picture of a woman in a white costume trying to close the lion's mouth with her bare hands, smiling gently.

Unfortunately, Clement, who was not bright in fortune-telling, could not understand the meaning of the card or the true meaning of the murmur.

Hydemarie nodded gently and slowly opened her mouth.

"This is a card called Strength. But it doesn't mean physical force like violence or power. It means putting the lion, which is a metaphor for rough spirits and instincts, under control, facing things that are inherently uncontrollable."

So, in a positive position, it means strong will, restraint, courage, execution.

In the reverse position, it means retreat, trust, indecision, etc.

Explaining this clearly, Hydemarie picked up the "power" card and dropped the kiss.

"And the fact that this card appeared in the 'Giving Around' means that Elma gave someone courage and a strong will. I'm so proud of my parents."

"Oh no...."

It's kind of fortune-telling and stupid.

Clement spoke aggressively, but it was never spinned as sound.

Because sooner than that, the other prisoners spoke out.

"What are you talking about? I'm almost the one who taught Elma. You should be proud of me first. Brainwashing is the best way to give others a strong will. They must have used my brainwashing skills."

"What are you talking about? A lion is a symbol of something out of control, right? I'm sure it was using the medical science and technology I gave you to bring an otherwise uncontrollable life under control."

"... no. After all, because it's called" power, "it's possible that I showed you pure horsepower by crushing my building....."

In turn, it is Liesel, Holst, and Isaac.

Isaac immediately said, "No, I'm telling you, it's not a physical force."

Incidentally, Morgan and Gilbert also have facial expressions that show that they think it's a result of their own education.

"Yes, yes. I owe it to everyone who is a much better teacher and parent than I am."

Hydemarie shrugged her shoulders and told her to squeal. Reese thought for a moment and snorted her nose.

"... well, I think you're my next most influential mother."

These two tend to compete with each other, but Rezel is a former tutor in the past and does not just deny people.

"Influence, what? It feels like your dominance, right? It was also shaken away in a magical direction."

Nevertheless, it doesn't seem to go far enough to say honest compliments.

When I evaluated whether Rezel was praising or demeaning, Holst said nothing from the side.

"It's more like magic direction than magic direction. I can't believe Marie sang that every creature, animal or plant, would grow explosively and become excited."

"Oh, that's so funny. Normally, singing affects both the body and mind. Besides, it's whores who get excited with songs."

"Can every creature obey like a slave?"

Hydemarie replies, Morgan disagrees gently. When he glanced at the garden from the window, he shook his head as if it were a tragedy.

"It's great that the flowers in the garden grow at the same time when you sing [Sexual lust], but it's difficult to say 'too much at the same time'. I thought the eastern garden was a little more important to play with, but it became like a straight line shape that was pulled by the ruler."

Yes, it is.

Her singing, which seduces every life and invites growth and obedience, always results in over-coordinated groups of life.

Described from the surroundings, Clement quietly stretched her face.

I knew this prison was full of deviant abilities, but I can't believe it came to this woman.

(No... others only extend the ability of humans to acquire medical knowledge, such as mindset control, power, and negotiation, but only this woman - obviously, does she not deviate from the scope of humans...?

Beautiful woman, always surrounded by men, who seems to be protected in the deepest part of the room.

Luxurious, calm, physically weaker than anyone here, but powerful enough to make you think you'll never win.

Clement doesn't know what her previous origins were, even though she heard of the former prostitute.

The more luxurious the prostitute, the more the former daughter of the aristocrat, so perhaps the woman in front of her also had a proper identity.

Clement narrowed her eyes gently.

"Absolutely... your aptitude is more like a serene or a demon king than a singer."

And beside that, Morgan is still sighing.

He loves tea and the elegant time to enjoy it, and he also loves the care of the garden.

Hearing that, Hydemarie pointed her lips slightly recklessly.

"You're rude. But I've been called a Virgin before.

"[Sexual lust] is the Virgin! It's a masterpiece."

"I've never heard such an obvious rub before."

A joke, a laugh, a statement.

…………

But Clement - the man who had been seated in the bishop's seat in the past - stared seriously at the high demeanor in front of him.

"Well, it's Elma more than me. The next card -" What you get from the surroundings "... oh, well."

The beautifully handled hooker flipped the next tarot with a light eyebrow.

The night I finished the Virgin's section and greeted her again.

Also on this day, in preparation for the next day, in the corner of the academy, on the outskirts of the site, there was a supply shed that sneaked up on the door.

"Doctor, I'm coming in."

A face that reveals a nasty personality to your habitual black hair.

A young but well-trained boy with a dagger - Gino.

He walked into the cabin looking around to get used to the darkness.

--Shh...!

Suddenly, the sound of a sharp sky cut resounds.

Gino jumped in the back earlier than she thought, and when she understood what had left the space in front of her, she whistled.

"Even without touching the blade, just the wind pressure will tear the iron pillar apart. Is this the rumored sword of Saint Glaide?"

"... to be precise, the swordsman is falling apart."

Low, the goods murmur.

Then, the steel pillars on the shelf containing a large amount of equipment slipped diagonally while showing the cross section, just as they finally understood that they had been cut.

Gino rushed across the section to prevent the shelf from collapsing.

"I don't know, heavy! Wait, what am I supposed to do with this, Doctor!?

"I didn't think about it. Just hold on to it for now."

"Yeah!?

Gino shouted unexpectedly at the slightest remark.

But Guyd said, "That's a lie. Let's do this," he said, throwing wood and cloth for reinforcement.

"I was worried about the rust around here. I'll have the clerk do some serious repairs, so fix it for now."

"Er... Am I supposed to be called for this?

"And one more thing. I'll do this for you too."

Guyd still throws something pale.

When Gino understood the identity, he even let go of Tie Zhu and accepted it with both hands.

"Sensei, this is...!

An instant later, the unsupported equipment shelf collapses entirely.

However, the iron pillars, the ceiling, and the equipment fell on the floor as they slipped and raised the dust, but hardly made a sound.

A dark armory where only bluished moonlight is inserted through small windows.

In the trajectory of dust playing through the moon's light, it exuded a divine, pale light.

It was the source of his strength and the sacred sword, the Wind Sword, that Guyd sent over.

With a diminished gaze on his right hand, Guyd looked straight at Gino.

"I'll do it for you. So tomorrow. You can win whatever you want."

…………

Gino grabbed her mouth in trouble and scratched her head.

"... no, I'm so honored, but I don't think I can fight without this..."

"Some Saint Swordsman cadets have that Ruden girl. I can't believe it was sacred today, but if it were, it would be a great sacred power. I recognize your swordsmanship. But if there is so much difference in the sacred power that can be put into it, it will be a pretty tough fight."

A swordsman is the culmination of a man who fights with his sword.

Those who have much sacred power and skill with a sword of strength can be part of the Trinitate.

Although Gino controls the best swordsmanship of his generation, the sacred power is a modest amount suitable for "the boy from Shimomachi had it with him".

But if you use a sacred sword with plenty of sanctity, you can make up for it.

Gino told the teacher repeatedly that he was reluctant, replacing his sword with the sword of the wind.

"... but I usually exercise with a cheap sword, so I might not be able to hold it well.

"This is still a legendary sword. You can freely change the shape and weight according to the owner's wishes. With that in mind, you will be able to wave your sword with your usual senses."

Guy wouldn't pick a way if Gino and the others were going to trinitate.

The black eyes, which appeared to be honest, now clearly reflected only the light of hard will.

Looking at it, Gino pulled the wind sword out of the sheath that he lowered to his waist and shone it against the moon's light.

"... if I become a trinitate, it'll be the first pleasure of downtown."

Poof, murmuring.

Gino stared back at the goode who looked at us silently.

"I heard that the trinity region will be named after the saint.... if I become a swordsman, that shitty town won't be called a" pig-stinking slum "or a" nest of the poor ", but a cooler, cleaner name, right?

"... ahh"

"Even Chloe, who is the Virgin, and Raul, who will certainly be a saint, are worthy of standing alongside each other... I can be a human being, right?

The goode shut up for a moment.

It was easy to get into it, but even without a title, they already knew that Gino was being admitted - because they were worried about embarrassing unnecessary self-inferiority as mentors to guide their students.

But Guy also knew that Gino had a strong complex about her origins behind her cheerful words and deeds.

This problem will not be solved unless the person is satisfied, no matter how many words the surroundings repeat.

In the end, Goode nodded quietly.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'll do it.

Gino's response was no longer hesitant.

"With the teacher's sword and sacred power, I will definitely win the sacred swordsman's seat. I'll get the identity to say I'm their friend."

When a large hand grasped the sword at the age, the forged holy sword drifted with light as if it were responding.