The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

What Elma thought, pushing the nanofiber umbrella that she had against the candidate in the back, she walked towards the harmful spirit.

"Instead of thinking, look before your eyes. The attitude of putting more emphasis on practice than the theory on the desk is that of the leading candidate of the sacred magician."

"Eh?"

"After all, from brain simulation, field training. I would like to experience dialogue with the harmful spirits (...) and experience what dialogue is."

"What?"

While Raul can only pronounce one syllable, Elma starts and approaches the harmful spirit.

"The first step in the conversation... walking by..."

And she whispered, and avoided the flying dust, and the flames, and the fools with dexterity; and she came before the evil spirit.

"Step two... self-disclosure!

Boo! I spread my hands.

Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!

Soon the harmful spirit opened his mouth wide and unleashed the wind with an incredible roar.

But Elma puts them down a little. Even when the mud that was hanging on the stage was rounded up in a dumpling form, it was thrown into the sky one after the other, and it was made to be a foothold (...), and it was even closer to the harmful spirit that vigorously waved his face to the left and right.

"Step three... listen and imitate (mirroring) the opponent!"

Come on!

Put a handmade loudspeaker (megaphone) to your ear quickly, and Elma gently lays her eyes down.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

"'Phew... ahh'. I wonder... is this..."

Therefore, I listened seriously to the voice of the stealthy harmful spirit that even disrupted the mental equilibrium, and began to decipher his voice (...) while imitating himself.

Gyuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Doaa... aaaa...!

"'Gooey'... no, 'gooey'?" Door "is" it "? Or are you just gonna say," I did it "?

"Gaaa... ahhhhhhhh!

"- Oh, I see. Because you're screaming, all the vowels are pulled to the A stage from the middle. So, this is the" z "... no, the possibility of" s "...?

Hey, hey.

With his feet, he kicks the mud dumplings and floats in the air, and his face sincerely chases after the harmful spirit.

Elma stuck to the face of the harmful spirit and absorbed his language while watching, while effortlessly realizing the unthinkable behavior of ordinary people.

Ghhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Beard or Ke. It's characteristic of the vowel nuance. ― Hello, is it Yaderoud?

On the way, I tilted my neck and switched to Yaderoud.

Seeing that there was no response, she ran into the language that came to mind one after another.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

[Or Lahiet?

Gwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Or Galbarian?

Dwaaaaaaaaaaa!!

It's the ancient Dazu language system.

In the second half, it was too minor for anyone to understand anymore.

The roar of the harmful spirit also sounded only terrible roaring around, but Elma spoke sincerely to the harmful spirit as if she were aware of signs that the other person was approaching.

No...

On stage, the other one.

Only Raul Pavarini, who was familiar with sacred arts, looked at him as if he had felt the change of the harmful spirit.

"Ancient..."

Elma murmured small, and then she put her hand on her lips as if she had noticed something.

Hello...

The next thing she chose were Raul and the candidate who was watching for the stubborn spit, a faintly understandable word.

Ancient Aurelian......?

The response of the harmful spirit was remarkable.

Soooaaaaaaaaa! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Dory, that's nice... deiiiiiiiiiiiii!

The candidate annoyed the audience.

The roar of the harmful spirit is as meaningless as ever.

But it was no longer obvious to everyone that it was not just a threat or an attack, but a "language" spinned with some sort of intent.

The harmful spirits kept screaming with anguish and anguish as they were tormented by the flames and cachets.

Dwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Sand and dust, scattered with the wind, screaming.

But yes.

It didn't sound like a cursed attack, but rather a sad scream.

"Let's interrupt the Sacred Magician's Department! All cadets, abort the attack! Cardinal, the following management team will ensure the containment of the harmful spirit and the safety of the cadets!

And because of the peculiar state of the harmful spirit, he is concerned about runaway, or the facilitator Chelsea announces in a voiced voice.

The girl with glasses nodded before they entered the stage.

"- Okay."

She stares at the distorted face of the harmful spirit in an atmosphere of seriousness.

Then he slowly spread his hands in front of the harmful spirits of flames and winds.

"A little more in-depth dialogue (...) is needed"

An unprotected pose, as if you accept the other person unconditionally.

When she was a saint, she even seeped into mercy.

--Ohh...!

However, it was in the form of a bump from the front into a mute and violent harmful spirit, and it was violently jumped into space.

The little girl's body jumps like a hammer, making a dull noise and hitting the cobble.

At the same time, the harmful spirit stopped moving as if it had suddenly fallen asleep, making a noise... and fell into sand on the spot.

For a moment, the stage was filled with silence that seemed to hear even the sound of the needle falling.

"----ooh"

As she lay on her back, she saw a girl who couldn't move at all and leaked a rumble that someone in the audience had twitched.

"I won't get up...!

With that as a trigger, the audience seat, the waiting room, and the stage where the candidate was sitting made a fuss like a beehive.

"Oh, my God! She's dead!?

"A match!?

Elma!

A bluished Lucas tries to jump over the wall and jump onto the stage.

But as he raised his face softly, he quickly looked back at Irene.

"Irene, what about you?"

A quick question.

Normally, if you hit a hard ground from that height with that amount of momentum, you won't be hurt badly.

If Irene had turned pale every time Elma was indifferent, she could have fainted just by looking at the wound.

There's a problem.

"- Don't underestimate me"

Irene grasped her fist and replied quietly.

"I decided to believe Elma. No more indiscretion, no more guns, no more anger, no more throwing at her."

Looking closely, the fist trembled against him.

I'm still worried. It's scary.

I can't laugh and accept that my friend is in danger.

Yet Irene decided to accept it.

"So... of course, I'll go too!

Quickly, she shook the hem of her maid's clothes and started climbing the wall herself.

With the help of Lucas, I managed to get off the stage.

And he rushed toward Elma without shaking his side.

Elma!

Elma had already been evacuated to the edge of the stage by the cardinals and cadets who had boarded ahead, and had begun to be embraced by Chloe and the rescue team who had also rushed in.

"Onee-sama! Elma, Onee-sama! Please hold on!

"I'm unconscious... I can't breathe!

"Pulse!?

There is no trauma, including head.

When Lucas took Elma from them, he quickly gazed all over his body, then took his wrist and even put his finger on his neck.

"The pulse..."

But he looked suspicious there.

…………

"What about Elma!?

As Irene asked sharply, Lucas was silent and returned Elma's wrist to her hand.

Slowly white Elma's hand.

For some reason, the hand is circled with the thumb and index finger, and the remaining three are all loosely bent.

Both hands.

Slowly carved heartbeat.

And deep exhalation, slowly enough to think of apnea.

Taken together and concluded, Lucas looked to heaven quietly with a heavy sigh.

"... I'm meditating."

"Yes!?

With distant eyes under his glasses, Lucas explained to his surroundings as he answered back.

"I've seen monks on the southern continent meditate in this style. She... seems to be diving into a deep spiritual world."

"Yes!?

In other words, that's what happened.

Irene, who managed to catch up with her understanding, collapsed on the spot when she came.

She was desperately pushing in the rising anger, vagueness and penetration with the two letters "ready".

"I knew it... should be said...! I knew it, but... I knew it, but... if you're okay, that's a good thing..."

Lucas gently placed his hand on the conflicting shoulders of Irene.

Rather than "a picture of a colored man and a beautiful girl," there was an interest in "an intermediate veteran management position and a picture of a young man who recently learned about the suffering of management positions."

"Excuse me. I would like to take the candidate, Elma, to the infirmary. Looks like you're safe, but we can't keep the important candidate from Rouden on the stage."

And there are people who tend to talk reluctantly.

Turning around, it was Chelsea, the cardinal led by his pro-Rudential client on this mission.

He lowered his head so hard that his unreliable hair would be shaken off from the beginning that he asked and looked at us.

"For the treatment, I will send a fingerprinted Saint Doctor in Aurelia and a student who has been appointed by the Virgin....! Please tell His Majesty King Felix that the candidate from your country has fallen due to the runaway of the harmful spirit...."

As a parent Ruden, I suppose he wants to eliminate any element that could damage Felix's mood.

Understanding the political considerations and the fact that Elma cannot be left in the arena as it is - in fact, next to them, other cardinals and candidates are still confronting the sandy spirit with a steep face - Lucas and the others accepted Celso's offer.

Chelsea then moved Elma out of the arena with a speed like a butterfly.

Lucas and the others tried to follow suit.

"Elma... where is Elma going!?

Looking back at the scream from behind.

It's Raul.

He was about to cut out the numbness around him without decisive movement for ever, and shook the sacred magic and pushed the sand of the harmful spirit into the pot.

Although it was already in the form of sand, Raul was the only candidate who succeeded in containment of the harmful spirit.

In other words, I should have liked to insist on the sacred magician, and his face should have been full of a sense of accomplishment, but he had a terribly steep expression.

Cardinal Chelsea is on his way to the infirmary.

"... I see."

Raul nods in a small number of words as Lucas responds while maintaining his formality as an executive.

With that, Lucas turned to the infirmary and looked suspicious.

"Where to?

"To the infirmary. The harmful spirit no longer uttered any 'words'. Then I have to ask her."

Ask?

Lucas answers, but Raul tries to leave the stage with the momentum to shake it off.

And there, a cardinal, Goode, who seemed suspicious of a schoolboy trying to leave by himself, came with his eyebrows raised.

"Raul, what's wrong?

"Sensei... I have to go."

"But now that Lord Chelsea, who is the best at dealing with harmful spirits, has left, you are the only one who can keep the pot safe. Look, neither the cardinals nor the candidates can get close just by looking at the scary pot."

Embarrassed, I only have the brain of a sword, but when Goode twisted his lips, Raul raised his face.

"I will go to Lord Elma to find out who that spirit is."

"What do you mean?

Lucas' low voice echoed the voice of Goode.

"His Highness Raul Pavarini. What are you talking about?

…………

Raul pulled his lips together for a moment as he was on a tour, and then he talked as if he had decided to spend more time worrying, turning back to the Goode and preparing himself.

"Elma measured the response of the harmful spirit by calling it in various languages and eventually succeeded in his' conversation 'in ancient Aurelian."

"Ancient Aurelian? Written by the Ecclesiastes, that language?

"Yes, ancient Aurelian is the sacred language used to build the formation. Only a priest who is so familiar with sacred arts or a student like me who aims to decipher it by himself can decipher it. There can be no such thing as an" evil spirit that ought to exist "who knows a sacred language enough to use in a conversation."

The ghoud who was listening nodded with a difficult "yes indeed" face.

Next to him, Lucas cut it out in a careful tone.

"... so what did the harmful spirit say in ancient Aurelian?

"... I don't have confirmation."

Raul raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes to follow his memory.

"If only we could connect the sounds that Elma had picked up. It was probably like this." Ta, "" Su, "" Ke, "and" Te. "If you want to connect and translate it into our language, it's..."

- Help me.

The surroundings breathed quietly.

When Raul nodded to Lucas, he turned to the Goode again and continued.

"From the moment Elma spoke in ancient Aurelian, the roar of the harmful spirit was clearly changing its nature. It was an uninterrupted, intentional 'language'. Elma said that the cries of harmful spirits are susceptible to spoilage of vowels and cloudy sounds. With that in mind, if you interpret that sound, his... cries of the harmful spirit will probably mean something like this."

The next time he heard the word he was told, Goode lost his face.

"Help me. Deceived. I..."

- I'm Trinitate.