The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The aroma of warmed garlic fluffs and tickles the nasal cavity, and both of them snort their throats unexpectedly.

And I felt so confused about them.

Because this is Hydra.

It's Hydra, who exhales terrible flame poison in the form of a horrible snake.

Thank you for waiting.

Deep-fried chicken, which Elma had drained gorgeously, was placed on the leaves of Arolo instead of a plate.

On the table that had been set up at some point, more than a hundred people noticed fried chicken.

"Deep-fried Hydra. It has plenty of flavor, but if you like, salt, etc."

The delicately cut meat is fluffy with oil, and the thin clothing proudly bounces back the sunlight and sparkles.

But Hydra meat.

This is the flesh of a beast. You could die if you eat it.

Gino, who was completely hungry in the battle, managed to suppress his right hand, which quickly stretched to the plate, with his left hand.

"Please be assured that the poison has been thoroughly treated with each magic bag, the smell has been eliminated with sake, the knife has been hidden in the parasite control system, and it has been heated up sufficiently."

... you may not die, but no, Hydra.

It's the flesh of a beast.

I'm sure it's intense, has a strange taste, and it's not exactly eaten.

"As you know, as a very poisonous and protective organism, you are very soft and juicy."

... maybe it's juicy, but no, still Hydra. It's Hydra.

It's a creepy, snake-shaped... snake thing...

I'm sure it's a mess...

"If you bite, the gravy juice will overflow at once, so please be careful with your cat tongue."

"I'll take it!

When she noticed, Gino was cheeking her first Hydra fried chicken.

…………

And I saw heaven.

The first thing I feel on my tongue is the feel of a thin, salty coat.

If you break it with your teeth, you will immediately hit the juicy meat and the whirlpool of gravy.

My tooth tip feels good because of the heat.

The texture feels like a chicken.

At the same time, it has a rich taste like a fatty fish.

The more you bite, the more rounded fat and salty gravy juice mix together, spreading into your mouth.

Gino tried to reach out to the next plate in a state of selflessness, but Elma quickly took control.

"Please wait. The second is with this sauce."

With an incredibly powerful grip on his arm, Gino unexpectedly moans in despair.

What is the sauce? I don't even want salt now.

I'd rather have the next bite, sooner, sooner.

I want to feel this wonderful taste on my tongue and deep in my throat!

Gino, who no longer looked like an addict, devoured by forcing him to steal fried chicken sprinkled with "sauce".

And then...

"Ah...."

I leaked a trance murmur.

What is this?

(In your mouth, the meat is melting...!

It was a miracle texture that had never been experienced before.

The meat, which was supposed to be light, loosened from the sour sauce.

The fibers of slowly dissolving meat were like gentle maidens lying on the beds.

Sakukukura's clothes and melted meat.

The sourness of the refreshing sauce and the sweetness of the round fat.

A moment when conflicting elements are in touch and laughing at each other.

--That's exactly peace. Or a miracle.

Elma nodded with her face to Gino, who had no choice but to open her eyes.

"It is a sauce based on holy water. Hydra meat, which leaves a trace of magic, melts by spraying holy water, so you can enjoy this texture."

Gino put a lot of sacred energy into it, and wanted to slash and kill herself, who had ruined the meat (Hydra) all at once.

"I... oh, my God...!

Elma gently lays her hand on Gino's shoulder, regretting her work.

"You didn't know how to eat normal (...) Hydra, did you? Failure due to lack of common sense often happens to me, too. Please don't be so distracted."

…………

No, eating Hydra isn't normal in itself.

Gino, and the gallery, unite their minds again.

However, there was no opportunity for the cliché to be spinned as a voice.

Because,

"Fu... fumeiiiiiiiiiii!

"Damn it...! It's my first texture... and I really miss it..."

"Mother, come on, ahhhhh!

After Gino, the other candidates who did not suppress their appetite and interest and ate deep-fried chicken began to cry one after another.

They were first aid on stage sleeves, then caught by the smell of fried chicken and crawled back to the stage.

No matter how wide a swordsmanship is, there are no other candidates from downtown like Gino.

Nevertheless, beyond their origins, there was something that reminded them of the taste of home, such as the fried Hydra and Elma's knife.

And that wasn't the only thing that touched them.

"Something... awesome is coming out...!?

………… Hydra's burns are healing...!?

Yes, it is.

Hydra meat, which was poisoned by the removal of magic bags, and even a very small amount of residual magic by holy water, was only a lump of nutritionally powerful ingredients characteristic of the Magic Beast.

The cadets were stunned by her body, which was recovering from the healing of the Virgin at a pale blue level.

They slowly looked back at Elma, and there arose a color of intoxication.

"... I knew it was a saint..."

"No, it's the goddess...."

"No, that incredible knife... She is the goddess of war, both in charge of battle and healing....."

The title is steadily evolving.

Some of them glanced up at Elma, even those who until a few days ago had slapped the back of their mouths and harassed them, but now they were all enslaved by Elma so that they could not even feel the shards of such a past.

Gino smiled bitterly at the candidate.

It was not because their sudden change of heart seemed ridiculous.

That's not true - in less than an hour, I painfully realized the difference between Elma, who had revamped the arrogant surroundings, and myself, who had been in college for nearly three years and could not completely screw them down.

(Those who have harassed me have beaten me, and I have beaten the opponent in any duel... but after all, the eyes that despise me won't disappear. If you turn him on, he'll get enough respect from his heart.... I wonder if this is the difference in origin.)

While kneeling before strong swordsman cadets, there was a naturally noble atmosphere in the appearance of a girl standing in a small body that also passed through her friend Raul.

After all, she is a talented and noble girl who has been ordered to take Trinity from Aurelia.

That overwhelming skill.

Beauty.

Aura that obeys others.

No matter which one you take, you are invincible.

Though somewhat rough, Gino, whose heart was straight, admitted to losing.

"... surrender."

Huh?

The girl looks back with a suspicious face.

Gino shrugged his shoulders and laid on the floor the holy sword entrusted to him by his master as proof of the loser.

"I'm no match for you. I'll give you the Sacred Swordsman's seat."

Eh? No...

"You're late. I'm Gino. Gino Marge, son of a worthless butcher in downtown. What's your name?

Intercept the puzzled girl and ask her name.

I missed the Sacred Swordsman's seat, but at the very least I wanted to be a proud swordsman with a fair name.

But the girl leaned her neck more and more confused.

"I don't have a last name...."

"What? Ah... orphans? No, but if you go to school or church, you get your last name there, right?

"No, I've never been to school or church... or had no family register in the first place..."

Doubt your ears on that valve.

In Aurelia, even the lowest people of the slums are baptized by their teachers at birth, given their last names, and their family registers are created.

If Rouden were a few steps more powerful than Aurelia, it would undoubtedly be more integrated into society.

And yet the girl doesn't have a family register, and if she asks, she hasn't even gone to school.

That means she wasn't born noble, and furthermore, she didn't even know anything like a normal family or a normal society.

(And yet...?

When Gino was stunned, Elma nodded convincingly, "Leave me alone."

"Gino was so relieved by the butcher shop. I fell deeply in love with it because of its rational, vivid and delicate nature."

"... is that you?

In Aurelia, where religious colour is strong, Gino's father's job of dismantling the meat of the beast is considered a lowlife labor.

Gino was puzzled by the strange and beautiful expression of her origin, which was despised as the "son of the pig hut" at the academy.

"Yes, I've heard from several cooks around me that Aurelia's meat processing technology is several times better than in other countries. The technique of cutting off the head under a single dagger, not crushing blood vessels and muscles as much as possible, and the rational carriage of blades according to anatomy... I wonder if a sincere attitude to life will bring those techniques to fruition."

"... no"

I wonder if such a thing happened to that downtown or to my father.

But...

"Please be modest. Gino also put in an excessive sacred force earlier, but I am impressed by the technique of identifying the trajectory of Hydra's head and piercing the evil head under a single dagger, which is the spirit of Aurelian meat processing."

As Elma pointed out, Gino opened her eyes unexpectedly.

- Okay, Gino. This is the liver.

Suddenly, my father's voice comes back to mind.

--We take precious lives, that's our job.

So, whatever the pig you're dealing with, don't scare me. Don't make me suffer.

We don't need time or hesitation.

Soon as you think about it, you'll have to slash it.

When I was hit by a product in town. When people laugh at the smell of pigs.

Faced with Gino, a young girl who wanted to regret stepping on a dumpling, his father kept telling him that and dropping the pig's head.

In Gino's eyes at that time, it looked like a run away.

There's nothing else my father can do to despise me.

He tells me something unfair the day after tomorrow, and he is deceiving himself of his impudence by immersing himself in his work.

But...

There is also a stench that can stand in.

And the eyes of the world who despise it as a dirty job.

If you refuse them all together, I'll chop them up. Slash.

His back, covered in the filth and blood of livestock and sweating at cheap labor, was indeed full of strength and pride.

…………

For some reason, the back of my throat became hot.

I didn't think there was anything I could learn from my pig-stinking father in that humid downtown.

But that's not true.

Instead, the teaching I learned was firmly rooted in the middle of me.

(I see.....)

Gino finally understood.

The reason why I couldn't twist down the slander to my homecoming at the academy even after three years.

That's because he himself (...) was ashamed of his birth.

(Instead, I should have been proud of it.....)

How about this? This is the sword of the butcher's son downtown.

A powerful sword that fills the stomach and keeps people alive.

Gino sighed and laughed.

At last, the trinitate seat and the surrounding eyes for the birthplace were all better.

(I mean, even if it's not like that, I'm... me)

From the audience seat, Raul and Chloe are in sight, just looking at us without getting out.

After answering them with one hand raised slightly, Gino whispered in her heart, "Yes."

Well, I'm me.

I have enough qualities to stand alongside those glorious friends, regardless of Trinity's identity.

"... I'm awake. Thank you."

It seems that holding her shoulders with gratitude was unexpected, and the little girl is a bit stiff.

"Oops, evil!... but you're really farewell anyway."

As she glanced and told her, she shook her head with confusion, saying, "No...", but then a low voice sounded like she was carrying dark clouds from behind.

"Excuse me...!

It's Lucas.