The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Hey, [lust]. You'll tell me, won't you?

When Liesel asked, Hydemarie smiled slightly and shrugged her shoulders.

"No, you don't have to tell me. You're more familiar with it, aren't you? The positive position of the Sun means success, blessings. Elma and her surroundings are waiting for a happy fate."

It was a natural tone.

But Rezel already knew about it.

She behaves as naturally as she hides something, and smiles as beautiful as she lies.

"- Don't underestimate me. Did you think that if you could get rid of your [laziness] facial expression and your partner's [anger], you wouldn't be able to spot your lies?

Hydemarie opened her eyes slightly.

Yes, Liesel understood that the earlier behavior, which seemed to be only the usual selfishness of the whimsical queen, was actually taken on the basis of elaborate calculations.

It is always a woman who sees through a woman's lies.

Rezel gently lifted the edge of her lips.

"I can't read my facial expressions, but come on? Women are many times more sensitive than men to the gradient from pink to purple. With my superior color sensation, I can read your complexion."

"Wait, Liesel, you're a man..."

"And your face tells me you're hiding something.... now, spit it out."

The calm penetration of the Hydemarie was blocked, and Rezel turned to the Hydemarie.

"In general, I don't like the fact that you're about to reveal your past to your newcomer, Clyde, instead of us. What, the Virgin? I'll have you tell me everything you need to know."

"... 'If a woman wants to go back to her room, it's a man who can quickly pave the way and see her off'..."

"Because I'm a woman, I'm Nakan. Of course not."

After all, Riesel is not dissatisfied that Hydemarie is hiding something and that other men are about to find out about her past instead of herself.

Is that what [jealousy] is?

Hydemarie sighed silently and turned her back.

"Hey, where are you going?

Go back to your room.

"Wait, we haven't talked yet..."

"Yeah, so let's continue in the room."

As Hydemarie looked back and smiled, Riesel remained silent as if she had lost momentum.

Then, with a blurry expression, I followed Hydemarie with great care.

Eventually, upon reaching the deepest part of the prison - the widest and most elegantly constructed queen's chamber - the two fell into their respective positions, without saying anything in particular.

Liesel lowered her hips on the sofa of the cat's foot, and Hydemarie stood beside the bedding and began without hesitation to remove the ornaments.

"... what, are you really going to sleep while inviting people?

"Yeah, I told you. I'm very sleepy. You don't have to leave anytime."

Flush the wavy silver hair over your shoulders and remove the earrings.

Necklaces and bracelets are also thrown onto the shelves, and elegant shoes are thrown away near the beds.

Though she turned her back on Riesel, she suddenly had luxurious shoulders and breathtaking white feet.

"I'll tell you what, I won't let you sleep until I hear what you want to hear."

"Nh, I'm not persistent anymore."

Then I'll take off my dress too.

Smooth curves from the peeled back and constricted waist to ankle were sufficiently fantastic to stop breathing.

"... please be a little embarrassed."

"Are you a woman? Besides, your body is just a commodity. Except in front of my loved ones."

She smiled over her shoulders and Riesel wrinkled her nose.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Heidemary laid down her hips on the bed with a sigh of sigh.

"Okay, can I talk to you? I'm sorry, but let me lie down. For me, it's a boring story that only deserves a bedtime story."

Quickly, I quickly lowered the canopy on my bedside.

She took something out from behind the veil and wiped her face, apparently removing her makeup.

Rezel waited quietly for the conversation to continue, as she understood the woman's desire not to show her face to others.

"----I see. I wonder what to tell you. I was born in a very small rural town outside Aurelia. The season is winter. The last meal my mother ate before she realized it was an apple. It's winter anyway. With snow just falling and white snowy skin on top of Mount Cermonti and shiny hair that seems to have trapped the light, I feel like a snow sperm or an angel..."

"I can't pull it at the beginning. It's good to have a good depiction, so speed up the deployment."

"... rumors of angelism, the church killing my parents and abducting them."

With the dramatically accelerated development, Rezel was slightly distracted.

"What!?

"At the same time as I was born, I felt the expression of a great sacred power. Many people in white came and took me away. I was too young for the church to seal or manipulate memory. However, whether it was the influence of holy power or not, there was a sight engraved in my brain. That's what happens over and over again, so when I realized what was going on, I knew exactly what was going on."

Pure white snow scenery.

The hands of a woman who fell without strength, a bright red apple rolling towards her... blood.

The men who surround themselves.

A man holding a gold coin in his hand.

Until the very last time, I was healing myself - my father.

The next memory was already empty from the depths of the church.

Clean and serene space.

Education and eyes that spare no effort.

To the pieces of contradictory memory, Hydemarie chose silence and kept thinking about the truth in its inner appearance as a silent girl.

It took years to understand that the church was an elegant cage and that it was a cage bird.

"It seemed that the Church intended to make me an obedient Virgin. I guess I wanted to brainwash myself until I actually grew up a little bit, but sooner than that, the time for the chalice came. If you show your presence there, the status of the Virgin will be unshakeable. That's why the other trinitators - the swordsmen and the magicians - gave us an early appointment and began to focus on how to perform the appearance of the Virgin who was too young."

Renate, a candidate for sacred magician, and Goode, a candidate for sacred swordsman, were promised a seat of Trinity for the church's convenience.

Heidemary had been drawn to them for months before the chalice.

The two who had already appeared at the academy seemed to be best friends who recognized each other and studied together, regardless of their occupation or origin.

However, the attitude towards Hydemarie was quite different between the two.

As a person proficient in sacred arts himself, Lennart seemed to have learned his instinctive vigilance - which can be called aversion - to Heidemary, who had an unknown sacred power.

He has attacked her with clarity, saying that he feels even a magical element in the power of the Hydemarie, which entangles the viewer.

On the other hand, it seems that Goode had little vigilance for the High Demary because he was a swordsman who placed more weight on martial arts than on sacred powers themselves.

Behind her vague words and deeds, she said that she was like an old sister, and she loved her.

"Renate often attacked me, but he never dragged me off the Virgin's throne. Because I knew that if there was one missing, the Trinitate wouldn't work. He dreamed of supporting his country as a flourishing trinity, along with his best friend, Gwide. They even took an oath of friendship."

However, alongside the murmur, Aheka's breath shakes the canopy.

I didn't see her through the cloth, but she seemed to be smiling.

"... the day before the chalice, I had a terrible dream. That's why I don't like being a saint anymore. So I said," Please, "and I ran away from the church."

Originally doubting that a young girl would be trapped in the church and even end her life there, Goode helped me at the end of the patrol.

It was Lennart who was furious.

Not only did the Virgin escape, but the Holy Swordsman who helped her was also missing. Trinitate does not work with this.

There must have been a feeling that Guyd had betrayed me rather than swearing an oath to himself, giving priority to sympathy for the later Hydemaries.

Then Renate took the seat of the saint alone, and went into the church.

It seems to the public that this is a consideration on the part of the church, but perhaps the Lenate side actually wanted it.

It is his own intention to make his dream come true even without the goodies, as a return of interest.

"By the way, the Goods are being accused of aiding in their escape and have been tamed in a school run by the church. Speaking of which, I finally knocked on the door of the whorehouse, playing a little escape play."

She had too much beauty, given education and the power to captivate her surroundings on her own.

I can't live with my village daughter now.

Then she thought to herself, "To a place where beautiful, educated, and watchful people gather."

By placing himself at the extreme of the world, he avoided exploration from the priests and sought to rejoice.

And when I actually jumped in, it was exactly where she was destined to be.

"In exchange for my chastity, I have gained freedom and strength.... well, it didn't change being a cage bird, but at least I didn't think I'd be tied to anything back then. I guess I'll just spend it casually, eventually meet someone I care about, learn to fall in love, give Elma, and so on until now."

She briefly summarized how she had come to be associated with the survival of the demon tribe.

Then I lowered the hand that touched my face and showed signs of turning around.

"Delighted, delighted."

"... wait..."

Speaking of which, Rezel couldn't hide his agitation that he had spoken more harshly than he thought, holding his head with both hands.

"I was really surprised that you had a demonic child (Elma) before... What, you're a saint yourself? Is that a rarity? How many bills do you have to hide?"

"It's a doctrine that keeps your hands safe. I just showed you a bill that's worthless to hide."

"The woman who threw away the Virgin's throne because of her bad dreams is wrong."

After poisoning him with a gentle face, Rezel raised his face.

"... what kind of dream was that?"

Huh?

"A dream that led you to escape."

Liesel got up from the sofa and stared at the person with her neck tilted.

"No matter how many nerves you have that are as thick as carbon fiber, and how uncomfortable you have been with the church from the beginning, it's worth having a young girl throw away everything in her life.... what kind of dream was that?"

Husky's neutral voice seeps with simple emotions such as labor and worry rather than curiosity.

Hydemarie sighed and murmured.

"... I love that part of you, and I don't like it very much."

"Yes, I'd be honored to be your weakness. What kind of dream is that?"

When asked repeatedly, Hydemarie remained silent for a while before opening her mouth.

"... in a dark cathedral, penetrated by an evil hobby sword, deprived of liberty, words and power - a dream to become a monster."

It was a harsh, quiet voice.