The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The deep autumn sky is clear everywhere, and the slight breeze gently strokes the cheeks of excited people, just on the morning of the fighting day.

Irene was already exhausted behind Elma's feet as she walked gently into the arena to reach the swordsmen's quarters.

"Elma... really, you are... you are..."

Little monologues are no longer as vain as people who have shredded their souls.

Yes, Irene has taken every measure to stop Elma from talking to Lucas until this very moment.

But if you try to keep the room dark and make it sleepy, Gentle will instead wake you up and present you with a mysterious development that says, "I invented an alarm clock, please."

In an attempt to delay and delay breakfast, there was a reverse drama of being served yesterday's full course of macrobiotic food, made with abnormally grown vegetables.

Incidentally, the watches were made with great sophistication and beauty, and the food was delicious that was likely to ascend lightly.

In addition, I tried to persuade them, threaten them and forgive them, but on the contrary, they wondered how desperate we were and retreated on the way.

Got fucked up and said, "Ah, my stomach hurts! If you think of me, decline the chalice and take care of me nearby! When I went back and forth, Elma, who could not grasp the cause at the clinic - naturally because it was a pseudo illness - became a real face and began to prepare for general surgery, so Irene said," It's healed! "I had to raise my hand.

As a result, Elma is now trying to get around the entrance to the stage as if nothing had happened in particular.

Unlike the Virgin's Department, the stage is a dangerous space where sword moves are displayed, so only the candidate enters. Servants and maids wait here.

Elma, who noticed Elaine's gentle gaze, looked back.

"--Irene"

"No, what!?

Now that Irene had shrunk her shoulders with spinal reflexes, Elma put her hands on her shoulders like she was doing it.

"It's okay. I don't want to play swordsman with me for as long as I can. The goal is" normal "." Normal "only. Please stay on the big boat."

…………

Irene was rather anxious to be confident.

I wonder if that big ship is actually a mudboat.

"Hmm, you're really aiming for 'normal'? To tell you the truth, it's not" normal "for swordsmen and heroes. You don't have any legendary weapons or anything. The challenge seems to be to defeat the Beast this time, but don't defeat it with a single blow. Really? Really? Really?

Elma nodded mysteriously and listened, but when she saw something soft around the "legendary weapon", she quickly removed something from the sole of her shoes and threw it in the corridor of the arena.

From what I saw, it was a dagger that seemed to be made of rare metals such as mythrill, and it was obviously a dagger with a sense of obviousness.

"Of course. Leave it to me."

"What did you just throw away!?

"... no, but if you're walking around, you'll encounter a lot of excalibur brothers and swords."

"That's it, Elmer!

Elma apologized as she shook her voice, "I'm sorry."

"I was alarmed that the main weapon had been collected in advance and was supposed to be handed over during the match. I didn't know it was a self-defense knife that was going to get out of the ordinary."

"Rather, even a small weapon means an Excalibur class! Hey, are you sure you're okay!? Do you really not want to instantly kill a beast or win in seconds!?

"It's okay. Leave it to me. I am a maid in the first place, so I can only do what is right."

Elma only undertakes quietly.

Irene tried to step one more step, but because they were too noisy, the other candidates near the entrance gate started scrambling.

When she realized it, she panicked and restrained herself and urged Elma to go to the gate.

Looking at it, Lucas dressed up as a disgraceful clerk also stood a little further away from the stage.

As I approached here, I heard the voice of my heart - in fact, my glasses glowed sharply - and Irene gently dropped her gaze on the floor.

Not knowing that such signatures were being sent behind each other, Elma proceeded straight to the stage.

In a division called the swordsman, the candidates were different from yesterday, and there were many men with musculoskeletal problems.

Among them, Elma, who was still small with her back stretched out, was eye-catching just by walking, even though she had incredible glasses.

No, most of the candidates and audiences here know her face.

It seemed that because I hid the beauty of the world with glasses, I was still attracting interest, "Do you want to take off your glasses today?" and "When do you want to take them off?"

"At least let me take off my glasses and put on a plain face makeup..."

Chloe, a college talker sitting in the audience seat, and she became a believer. As a measure, Irene bit her teeth when she admitted that Raul was still staring at Elma.

What the hell were you doing?

I was eating all the macrobbies.

It's too late to regret it.

It was Irene who had no choice but to resent her appetite and her colleagues' culinary skills.

And all the candidates are on stage.

The last person to enter was Gino, who was rumored to be the lead candidate.

He comes from Shimomachi and is in a delicate position at the Academy, and as soon as he enters, other candidates distance or have a white look on their face. Some of them flew "pig stink."

On the other hand, there seems to be a significant number of fans who have a tough figure, a nasty look, and a good martial arts technique to make him do so. As he steps on the stage, a yellow voice rises from the audience seat.

Seeing them, Irene tightened her face.

Looking at Gino, he turned to the audience seat.

She held her fist so as to suppress something, then shook her head and turned back to the stage.

We're almost at the opening of the Sacred Swordsman's Department.

Around sixty holy swordsman cadets lined up on the stage.

Even if you have only a small amount of sacred power, it seems that if you are superior in martial arts, you can make up for the sacred power with weapons, and the number is higher than that of saints and magicians.

In the center of the stage are two holy magical groups, and in front of the candidates are boxes each sealed with sacred cloth.

Two beasts were summoned in the formation, and the cadets' weapons were supposed to be released.

The cadets use only pre-registered weapons to defeat the Beast.

If you defeat the Magic Beast brilliantly, you will be given the Sacred Swordsman's seat. Conversely, if you have a bruise on your hair, you will be disqualified if you are injured.

If there are more than one candidate left at the time of the defeat of the two beasts, they will decide the Trinitate directly with their swords.

First, to defeat the Magic Beast, everyone was staring at the Holy Magic Team with their fighting will.

"--Now, let's start the swordsman's section."

Eventually, the Cardinal, in the middle of the stage, who was standing right next to the Ecclesiastical Circle, said so with a loud voice.

Today's facilitator, unlike yesterday, was the anti-Luden leader, the Goode.

"The summoning beast is Hydra's turn. Anyone who refuses sends a signal to the servant for the time being."

Speaking in a low voice, he raised his right hand.

"Now, bless the candidates. Saint Swordsman's Department - Begin"

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Together with the cue of the Goode, the box containing the weapon and the formation emit light at once.

The cadets watched the team closely as they quickly retrieved their swords.

It was Hydra, a monster with a creepy figure, who appeared as if he had gathered and stuck together several giant snakes.

On the stage, both stupid and stupid drooling from the seemingly ferocious moose, revealing hostility.

It seems that the body fluids are also highly poisonous, and I found that the mouthwatering floor could be shredded with a loud noise.

Shoo, shoo, and an intimidating voice immediately engulfed the entire arena in tension.

Irene, who was watching while he was waiting, frowned at the viciousness of the beast.

"I can't believe I summoned such a terrible beast...."

If you look at the records of the Holy Grail in the past, the beast that will be summoned is at most Class A, enough to be defeated by a few great priests. That's the strength of S-Class - skilled Knights and Grand Priests in bundles.

Of course, the audience, as well as the candidates themselves, especially those who knew the nature of Hydra at all, forced their faces to face the difficulty.

Hydra is a monster with nine heads and a poisonous flame.

If one head is cut off, two are regenerated from the wound, and even if the exhaled flame grabs through the cheeks, you are immediately attacked by pain that burns your body.

It should also be called the swordsman's natural enemy.

Some were swallowed by signs of their overwhelming strength, and could not even take out their swords.

No, about half the candidates are completely rigid.

"Uhh... uhhhhhh!

And one of the candidates got rid of his anger and started rushing toward Hydra.

The surroundings are also calm, and they run to the line one after the other.

"Elma....!?

Irene, and Lucas, who was right next door, stepped forward and saw that Elma had finally put her hand on the weapon box.

"That's it... that's it! A movement that feels a little late! Nice!"

"You're doing well."

They held their breaths tightly and held their guts in their handrails.

In particular, Lucas watched Elma on the stage with a smile convinced of victory, as if he knew what was coming.

Behind her gaze, Elma lifts the lid of the box with a slow motion - she looks scared at first sight.

She then inclined her head strangely.

"Sorry, Elma. The weapons in the box were replaced by other artifacts."

"Eh!?

The next Irene looked back slightly.

I suppose you're wondering how far we'll go. Looking at his jade eyes with a strong sense of astonishment, Lucas shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a necessary measure. After all, if we don't replace him, he was going to bring the Orihalcon caliburnus flatly."

"... Caliburnus...?

"A sword that should only exist on legends."

Lucas used his authority as an agent to examine the contents of Elma's registered weapon, explaining that it was an incredible substitute.

It also means that the descriptions of "weapon history" were flying again.

"Everything is said to be a 'sword my father picked up while walking'. At the deepest point of the harsh forest, I wonder how to pull out a sword pierced by a giant rock protected by a dragon while walking, but it's Elma anyway. I thought if it were true, I'd replace it."

"... I see."

Irene simply stopped nodding.

I wonder what happens if even a strong Elma is given such a legendary sword.

The result is more obvious than looking at fire.

And Elma stopped moving as she put her hand on the lid of the weapon box.

Crouching down, the audience began to groan at her while her head was tilted.

Irene asked Lucas next door as she stretched her neck toward the stage.

"So, what did you replace it with?

Ah, that's...

While Lucas opens his mouth, Elma removes the weapon from the box after rinsing.

Seeing it in the air, the audience stopped at once.

"Blade Knife!?

Yes, it is.

It was a bladed knife that was always available in both households, without any aberration.