The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Oh, the girl's been eaten...!

"Wow!

Behind their minds is a wretched girl torn apart and exposed to the body.

There may be terrible blood flowing from your tiny body.

Perhaps the neat face I saw yesterday has been ravaged without a shard of skin.

No, it's about the body of the snake and Hydra with that powerful poisonous flame.

Instead of being torn apart by her teeth, the girl may have suffered from being swallowed and dissolved in her body.

"--El, Ma....!

"Damn it...!

Irene could no longer stand and collapsed on the spot.

Lucas also forgot to dress up as an executive and jumped over the handrail and ran up to the stage.

And Gino was just staring at Hydra, who made the head of the snake stupid, just as she couldn't believe what was happening in front of her.

"Cut Hydra's belly! Operation! Cardinal, below, all cadets, back up! Hey, give me that sword!

Lucas barks sharply and tries to steal Gino's sword, the most powerful on the stage.

Hydra had already stopped crawling on the floor to digest the girl and shook her head satisfactorily.

"Hurry!"

"... what do you mean?"

But Gino doesn't even listen to Lucas's screams, just stares at Hydra with a suspicious look.

- No, I don't.

Not Hydra, but the girl in her belly.

"Why was she whispering, 'Looks delicious'...?

"……………………?"

The words are not immediately understood and Lucas hears back unexpectedly.

However, rather than Gino answering it, the anomalies that occurred in Hydra played a role in the answer.

--Bububububu... bubububu...

Increase the number, and the head of a snake that doesn't fit in twenty trembles.

It seemed like a foolish act of joy - no, if you look closely, Hydra's eyes are completely flipped and the so-called white eyes are peeling off.

Hydra was having a spasm.

"What the hell...?!?

Even the audience who noticed the anomaly hesitated to ask questions at that moment.

- Roll, roll, roll!

A small shadow popped out of Hydra's mouth with a sound of something peeling off with great momentum!

"Ah... ah, that's...!

The shadow rises high in the sky, rounding both knees in the air and crossing both arms in front of the chest.

Her eyes and the tip of her right hand sparkled with the sunlight.

"Ruden candidate!?"

It was glasses and a blade knife.

When Elma landed on the stone stage, a girl who turned brilliantly as she came around in the air raised her arms in a Y-shape like a conditional reflex.

On his slender right hand, there was no strange blade knife.

And on your left hand, you're cleverly hanging from a huge spherical shape with a pink, unspeakable texture.

Leaving an unshakeable gallery, she gently laid down a razor blade and placed something spherical next to it, and stood up again.

Even though he was swallowed by a highly poisonous flame of Hydra, none of his injuries appeared to have occurred.

Strangely enough, however, compared to before she was eaten, she was somehow wearing a loose cloth that covered her entire body, from her head to the tip of her nails, in a viscous liquid that would be the digestive fluid of Hydra.

Elma, who smelled the smell, shrugged her shoulders like she was closing her mouth.

Then he threw his glasses and loose clothes around his stiff surroundings and revealed his beauty - surprisingly, neither his hair nor his skin was wet at all - and began to relax the collar of his uniform.

"E... Elma...!?

"Yah! Onee-sama...!?

Suddenly the strip show starts, and the audience starts hovering.

Irene, who returned to me, set out to wait, but sooner.

- Boo!

Elma took off her uniform and exposed herself to her surroundings.

... the maid of the royal palace.

"I can't believe I'm wearing it down there!

"Chikushiuuuuuu!

Both women and men scream equally.

It was a scene of sadness.

Either way, Elma, who had regained her usual maid appearance, made a thumbs-up decision with her face toward Lucas, who was silent.

"I understand your concern that you cannot leave the strange king, Hydra, to be wiped out by his sacred powers, this Elma."

"... what?

"Cooking from combat. A razor blade instead of a legendary sword. A maid rather than a swordsman. That's what it is, isn't it? I would like to take your message seriously and confront this Hydra as a (...) maid."

"... what?

I don't know anything anymore.

But as Lucas pierced the gap for a moment, Elma opened her eyes to Gino.

"--Isn 't it that Hydra, whose head you've increased to twenty, has been ruined? Next time you make the food worse, we'll lose Gino's share."

"............ yes?

Elma snorted, unusual to Gino, and then turned to Hydra.

Hydra, torn from the inside straight through the largest part of the sickle, trembled like a carp on a plank.

"--Balzer Stream is mysterious....."

Elma leaned back and slowly held the blade knife in her right hand.

And then...

"Wise Fallen Demon Shelter (Please) -!"

As I jumped high above the sky, I shook it down to the first letter!

"What are you doing, Elmer?!

"You just wanted to say the name of the special attack!

Irene and Lucas shouted with their hands in their heads, but it was already too late.

The razor knife, which was thrown from Elma's slender right hand, roared and cut through the sky.

Hydra dances her giant body up to heaven, where it snaps and stands still.

"Hmm, I can't believe this..."

Ah.

Lukas nods with a low voice as Irene murmurs when she sees what she sees one day.

"... you're too sharp to realize that Hydra was cut..."

"I knew it....!

The two began to see each other in the distance, and at the same time they began to arrive at a vague understanding of the development to be received in the future.

The audience, and Gino, are the ones left.

They glanced at the girl who had swinging the blade at a speed beyond sight, and then turned a bewildered gaze at Hydra, who was perfectly stationary in space.

"This is...?

but at the next moment,

--Split, split, split, split!

With such a controlled sound, Hydra's body will slice apart.

No, not "in pieces," but the next time they opened their eyes, Hydra was all split into heads, skins, and meat, beautifully aligned in blocks on a clean cloth laid on the floor.

"What is this!?

Border, religion, gender.

After everything else, the hearts of all the people who were there are perfectly aligned.

Elma thought it was cheer, raised her hand slightly to respond, and then lowered her eyebrows a little unfortunately towards the flesh of Hydra, who stopped moving.

"... after all, I should've increased my head a little bit, and then peeled off my magic bag..."

It was like a housewife's tone, regretting the wrong cooking procedure.

Yes, housewife.

Looking at Elma confronting Hydra, Gino couldn't help but have a strong sense of pre-vision.

(This figure... Even in front of S-Class Magic Beast, he doesn't hold any fighting will....)

The girl in front of her did not feel any of the emotions that humans would have when confronted with such huge enemies as fighting spirit, harmfulness, delusion for victory or craving for life.

Because for her, it's not a battle of life and death.

"Eat or be eaten" is decided.

In this situation, she is the absolute.

Hydra is nothing but food.

(If my sword is a "Saint Sword" that slashes and kills the opponent with a single blow...)

Gino snorted her throat.

(This kid's - "Housewife's Knife"!

I don't feel the level of vocabulary is consistent.

Not all, but it represented Elma's movement more accurately than anything else.

Ha!

Along with a short shout, Elma swirled and scraped off the cloth.

Then the Hydra meat, which was released from the cloth, flew into the sky as if it were a leaf of a tree rubbed in a storm, whirling violently.

With a swing of his right hand raised high, he carved it into a mouthful and thought, one day he would remove the smell with a bottle of liquor that he had brought to his left hand, and then hit something like a herb with his right hand that he had switched from a knife.

Exactly, skilled technique.

But like a professional cook, it's not the kind of job to subdivide each process and do it carefully.

It was, for example, a cafeteria aunt who cooked enough plates at the same time, or a housewife who took care of her husband, children's discipline and dog feeding at the same time, or a royal maid who did all kinds of cumbersome work comprehensively, so it was something with female strength.

(I can see...! Somehow, behind her background, the housewife of the worker...!

From the corner of the arena, Gino had the illusion that the smells and sounds she felt on her younger days would float.

For example, it's a cramped, poor home cooking area.

In the cluttered place, she comes at a pace like a queen.

In fact, she is the queen on the spot.

The noble task of filling her family's stomach while wearing a tight apron always brings a dazzling light to her eyes.

Surrounded by buddies, no, cooking utensils that can no longer be called my limbs.

Food in front of you.

When they cut off her neck and exposed her viscera, there were no cowardly ripples in her heart.

No harm, no fighting spirit, no obsession with victory.

One thing is pride in the work that I do, lying on a pale day.

She rips the meat with her right hand, cleans it with her left hand, and cooks quickly while using it to her mouth and jaw.

Because it's always a fight against time.

Immediately behind her battlefield are the cherished angry ones waiting.

Have you eaten yet?

Just a minute, and then we'll burn him!

Um, I'll grill the moths again.

Next to Gino, who started remembering the conversation between her young self and her mother one day, the audience kept stirring.

"Look...! That rushing sharpening, rhythmic muscle cut from the top!

"I mean, where did that liquor and herb come from!?

"Ah, paramedics! I got it from the paramedics!

In the corner of the stage, the rescue team, which was robbed of strong alcohol for disinfection and the leaves of Arolo, which had antidote effect, could not understand what had happened and was solidified in a soft attitude.

The water they were boiling in large quantities was also well used to rinse Hydra meat.

To take a closer look, the cloth Elma was using instead was part of the sheets they had prepared.

"That's it....! She's quite a fighter...!

The audience trembles at housewives' obsession to get everything done together.

In approximation of the ambient agitation, Elma now poured oil into a large pot and quickly began to heat it up.

"Wait, where did that oil and pot come from...!?

"That's it....! The big one's got a lot of oil, like a sphere that's ripped out of Hydra's body!

Yes. Hydra holds a magic bag that stores liquid in her body and a large amount of oil to process it into flames in order to allow an attack called flame poison. Elma took it.

By the way, the pot was of course taken out of the bag.

Understood, but Tsukomi didn't keep up with the action.

Elma's movements around the pot as she crawled around even looked like she was dancing.

Gino, who was watching Elma on the same stage, noticed her murmuring something.

It's a nose song.

How are you?

So you like it?

Gino remembered the battle in that too tactful attitude.

The pot boils.

Someday, salt, pepper, garlic and flour were entangled - this appeared from a cloth bag - and Hydra's meat was thrown in loud noises.

Fun oil sounds like teasing and tingling.

Hydra meat turns to a crisp, crisp color.

The aroma of fried meat that eventually drifts out, with an unrivalled aroma and a delicious flavor.

At last Gino and the people understood.

"Deep-fried Hydra...!