The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

The last day of the chalice, the Department of the Sacred Magician.

On a day that continued to be blessed with sunny weather the previous day, the arena was also full of helpers, meaning that it was the last day.

The audience is aimed at Raul Pavarini, one of the greatest talents of our time, a candidate who gathers ice beauty and pre-reputation.

And in the department of the Virgin and Saint Swordsman, although the victory was given to other candidates, Elma was a beautiful girl who stood out more than anyone else at the venue.

Rather than saying that it would make her ordinary, her attitude of wearing stubborn glasses and simulating an indescribable appearance, from a curious audience, would only add oil to the fire of interest.

As a result, the audience gathered their heads and, above all, looked down on the stage looking forward to Elma's entry.

"... I'm tired from the morning..."

Among the cadets, Elma, who finally stepped on the stage cobblestone, unusually rounded her back and was the most unmotivated person in history.

That's because she spent the whole night collecting rock salt as Irene glanced at the sacred magician's department and tried to reach a steep summit.

The famous peak Cermonti is a mountain that takes four days to return to and from the feet of ordinary people.

It climbed overnight, searching for the most delicious salted rock, turning back in the morning to refine it, and preparing freshly divided meat for fried chicken broke bones even in Elma.

Not in the past, but as soon as I finished, I fell down on the table and drowned.

When she opened her eyes, Irene was already back from the infirmary, picking up the sun from the gap in the curtain, and dropping her gaze on her favorite book.

When she stood up, the blanket that seemed to have been hanging slipped her shoulders.

Elma accepted it with a spinal reflex, and then unconsciously - and gloriously - folded, staring seriously at Irene.

When Irene noticed it, she closed the book and turned around.

Good morning, Elma.

"... good morning"

Young grass eyes have a relentless, stunned, itchy feeling, but no hostility or aversion.

Elma exhaled a small sigh at Irene's expression and the fact that she had called out from the other side.

Elma didn't know what the feeling of a heartbeat she had at that time was called and why it was happening until now without a "friend".

"Yes, we did, we have to fry the meat."

As the blood flow improves, so does the thought.

It was Elma who got up quickly, but Irene took control of it.

Fine.

Eh...

"I don't need it now."

"... are you still angry?

As far as the facial expression is concerned, I don't think so either.

When confused Elma leaned her head, Irene smiled bitterly.

"I'm not angry. Instead, I have to apologize to you."

"Eh...?

"... I have so much to tell you. I want to hear your story, too. We should have a better conversation. But we don't have enough time to do that right now. Dialogue and deep-fried chicken, let's finish the Sacred Magician's Department and finish this mission."

Such an attitude is full of seniority as a maid or as an elder.

Elma retracted her unconsciously demanding frying pan and nodded "Yes."

"I don't have enough time... did I sleep that much?

"Yeah, I couldn't stand to wake you up. We have to get ready."

Irene stood up with a giggle and opened the curtains.

An arrow of light poured down at once - the approximate angle of incidence of the Asahi sun - was measured with the eyes, and unusual Elma forced her face to stretch.

"... besides, the sun seems to be rising."

I see. What time do you think it is?

"... are you sure you want to ask me a question before that? What time was the entrance time for the Sacred Magician's Department?"

"Oh, coincidence. The answer to your question is the same as the answer to my question."

Elaine turned around, bluished Elma, and an Elma alarm clock placed beside the bed gave the answer at the same time.

"Nine o'clock!

(Though it turned out to be in time because of the rush....)

I fell asleep at a strange time, didn't eat breakfast, and I rushed to get dressed, so my head's core blurred.

Following the candidate students in a polite manner, Elma leaned her neck to such a position as she proceeded solemnly on the stage.

Have you ever felt so heavy in your body?

I don't think so.

However, if it has a similar feeling, I feel that I have had it in the past.

That's when I drank strong alcohol or smelled bad flowers.

Fluffy thoughts, sleepy.

Something is sinking deeper and deeper. No, on the contrary, something is stupid deep inside your body.

Elma concluded, listening to Cardinal Chelsea declare the opening again, just like the first day, after entering and arranging in a vague manner.

(Must be a cold)

It was a miscellaneous conclusion that corroborated the fact that thoughts were scattered.

Elma tightened her mind that she had to think about what would be "dialogue" more or less than that.

After all, Irene is my first friend.

I'm looking for ordinary friends every day, but if I don't know, I'll have to do my best.

Until now, Irene's perception of herself as a foodie had preceded her, and she thought it was friendship to serve her a delicious meal, but she wanted dialogue.

In other words, you should experience the best dialogue technology you can think of and come to it as a friendship.

Dialogue.

... dialogue.

While thinking hard about the two characters, Cardinal Chelsea explained the issue and opened the pot with an exalted manner.

Suddenly, an incredible wind wound up, then gathered in the sky to the dark clouds, and the surroundings, including the candidate students, screamed.

Elma had begun to consider the definition of "dialogue" in her head, avoiding the clumsiness of breaking and crushing the cobbles while blowing through the stage.

The wind roars.

Shattered fragments dance.

In the center of the cloud-covered, dimmed stage, there was a huge amount of dust and a huge human face appeared.

(Dialogue. Dialogue is…)

--Ghhhhhhh!

Your face roars and your huge mouth opens.

Suddenly, an unprecedented amount of wind blew from the spot, and several candidates were knocked on the edge of the stage.

"Wow!

"Hyi......!

It's a trembling roar and shock to your heart.

Many of the candidates distort their faces and scream in fear.

Elma casually echoed them, reflecting on the practical three-step of "dialogue."

Wow.

The pseudo-state is perfect.

The shock waves emitted from the giant's face were subtly absorbed while Elma dived back into the sea of thought.