The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"............ ah"

Elma leaked a little whisper.

The shock I felt earlier was so much that I wanted to scratch my chest.

Now that I've had enough pain to stop breathing - for some reason, I suddenly feel lighter.

"... ahh..."

Feel the warm, powerful flow of blood inside you.

The force returns to your fingertips.

Some hand that was holding my heart seems to be loosening.

My strength rises.

Weight disappears from the body.

It's going to float like this.

Both the body and mind were dominated by an uplifting sense of rejuvenation.

I've never felt this way before.

Elma licked her lips unconsciously with her red tongue.

It stings.

Then, in the corner of her sight, she frowned, as her body remained tied to the altar in chains.

Innocence.

There must be no such thing as depriving yourself of your liberty.

"--Step aside (...) please (...)"

With a quiet tone like a queen, the "surroundings" moved.

Signs of water drifting in the cave converge around the chain.

It corroded the iron while looking, and the chain itself melted itself in obedience.

While she blinked her long eyelashes several times, the sturdy iron chains broke with a brittle sound.

"Thank you."

Elma wakes up relaxed in a natural manner.

Her hair slipped on her shoulders as if she were chasing it.

Long hair that waves loosely.

I could always say that it was normal to cover my slender shoulders abundantly, but there was only one decisive difference.

Elma's hair was dazzling golden, as if she had gathered sunlight and spinned it.

She picks her hair silently.

And I tilted my neck.

I snapped my shoes and got off the altar.

She reflected herself deep in the cave, where clear water was accumulating, and when she saw her whole body, she deepened the angle of her neck.

Blue (...) eyes, like a winter lake, on rich, wavy golden hair.

Her lips are red like roses, and her supple limbs exudate fragrant aromas.

The color of her hair was different, and she acted like her mother, Hydemarie.

…………

Elma remained silent for a while.

In the corner of the spirit that boiled with exhilaration, I was in a state of confusion.

However,

"Blonde, not silver. It is not an odd eye, but both eyes are discolored.... Safe"

Somewhat later, she made a safe judgment on herself with a magical face.

"It's not normal at all to turn into" Silver Hair Odd Eye "! She was worried about what Irene and the others were shouting.

Apparently, she was "awake" like the protagonist in the novel, but she stroked her chest down because she was happy that it was "normal".

--Unfortunately, there was no one here who could penetrate the argument.

Elma looks around.

A suspicious altar in a dim cave, the remains of what was thrown away on the floor.

Despite the harmful atmosphere, there are many things that hold the light of God, such as sake, fragrance oil, and statues on the sword.

All of them were equally pleasant and approachable to Elma.

No, especially now, is the latter preferred?

Elma noticed a bottle of wine lying next to the altar and picked it up.

Remove all remaining liquid (...).

There was a burning sensation in my throat, and then from inside my body, an uncontrollable feeling of joy and pure power came up.

"Fufufu... uh, fufufu"

Lick off the drops on your lips with a plain expression.

Then Elma began to giggle, covering her mouth with both hands, in the form of the high demeanor itself when she was young.

Such is pathetic, relentless, and free.

There is an unspeakable penetration, like an innocent girl, and like a mature woman, who entangles all who see.

The smile that reminded me of the cat that rang my throat was even a slut.

― ― Hydemarie's predictions were correct.

Because although the blood of the demon tribe brought a heterogeneous ability to Elma, it also gave her a serious nature, but the blood of the Virgin (Hydemarie) brought not only a peculiar ability, but also a enjoyable nature.

If Chelsea knew that she had awakened her opponent's potential as a result of drinking alcohol in an attempt to stab her in the end, she would surely be bald and scattered even with less hair in shock.

The mysterious specification that the expression of the Virgin's blood would be more of a demonic behavior has now exploded here.

Dohn

Somehow it became so much fun that Elma turned her index finger towards the statue of Aur God.

Because I felt like I had been winked in one eye.

Mirumi, the material is synthesized from the surrounding rock walls, and the stone statue is fully restored.

Fufu

When you're in a mood, I'll point to you one after the other.

The snoringly shaped lake became a beautiful fountain, the boneless rock wall became a delicately sculpted stone wall, and bright flowers began to bloom from nowhere.

"Hmm...."

But there's not enough light.

Elma sharpened her lips slightly - wastefully and excessively pathetic - and then glanced up at the ceiling of the cave, which was no longer a majestic cathedral.

Dohn

Raise your index finger toward the diagonal ceiling.

Soon,

--Suu......

Like butter with a hot knife, a part of the ceiling was smoothly pierced and an arrow of light poured down all at once into the cave.

If it is magic to dominate and attack things, holy power is the power to call for shelter and call for "spontaneous" cooperation around you.

Therefore, when pure and ultimate sanctity is activated, there is no roar or destruction sound.

The earth and stones that fell in a circle fell silently to the ground as if they had been stationary in the universe for a moment, drawing the shape of a natural altar.

As Elma approached, she looked up at the sunlight pouring straight into her eyes and narrowed her eyes.

What a pleasant feeling.

Just getting on a little bit, Elma gently lays her hands over each other.

Normally, if you don't take advantage of the teaching of [convulsion (Isaac)] and punch him with your fist, you won't get a hole, but now the rock wall will pierce just with your fingertips.

So, what happens when you put your hands together and hold your strength? [Greed (Holst)] The intellectual curiosity of concession was throbbing.

This will make it easier for us to escape.

But then, a voice in my head came back to life.

---... why are you always so reckless?

It was Irene's voice.

Her voice, as she remembered it, was plundering as she thought.

- Elma, I am. Your... your... your...

I wonder what she was trying to do then.

I don't know.

I don't know, but to compare and test the scolded experience to date from various angles, she probably felt angry when Elma tried to solve something "alone" or "without relying on her surroundings."

…………

I looked down at the overlapping hands.

For example, half-destructing this cave and escaping to the ground is a reasonable choice for Elma, but it is an act of "alone" and "not relying on the surroundings".

I thought maybe this would also buy the anger of Irene's people, and suddenly I felt like my shoulders fell down.

Don't do that.

Elma shook her head slightly and changed course.

Escape on your own is NG.

Let's scream and wait for help here.

(... fortunately, I can still "call for help")

There was still a young man's voice in the corner of his head.

Elma lowered her hips on the earthen altar and slightly touched her throat.

It's the first time I've asked someone for help.

I get very nervous.

Softly, first, gently,

"Help me."

I tried to murmur a little.

But, cover your face with both hands and shake your neck.

I haven't thrown away my lights, and I don't feel sad or nervous. Not now.

[Morgan] will surely look stunned.

"Ok... help me..."

Then she gripped her hands together and meditated her eyes to push and kill her hesitation.

Looks pretty good.

But should I call him by name?

Or would it be more urgent to say "someone"?

After a moment of patrolling, Elma decided to adopt both and shouted with all her might.

"Irene....! No, somebody....! Please, help me!"

A feathered, emotional scream.

If this had been a scoring competition, it would have been a pretty ideal scream that would have hit both the technical and acting scores.

However, Elma lacked recognition of what would happen if she spoke so softly of her "wish" in a state of enormous sacred power.

Technically speaking, she was completely "drunk" with the power she had for the first time, and she didn't even understand that she was now exerting her sacred powers.

Result.

----------------n

At first, only the aftertaste of "screaming" spread inside the cathedral.

It also looks like a scene where "screams" cannot be heard, and only cruelty and silence respond.

But of course not.

In other words, it was a phenomenon in the process that the tide pulled once before the big waves approached.

Elma's voice fills the cave, dissolves in light, and runs through the sky in the wind.

And the clouds swayed, and the seas swayed, and as they passed through the hearts of creatures, they spread out into the world in an instant.

----------------n

The activation of the Holy Power itself is only - quietly.

However, it (...) happened suddenly, as the pulled waves pushed back into the border with a fierce momentum at some point.

Somewhere in the world, swarms of birds flock together.

Volcanoes erupted, calm river currents turned into turbid currents, and in the woods animals began to rush in one direction while shaking the earth.

The wind blows.

The clouds tear apart.

In the vineyards on the border, the trees suddenly began to groan, and the girl with the long ponytail raised her face.

The lady who took down the teacup was surprised by the sudden burst of fire, the cook opened his eyes to the disturbance of the patient's pulse, and the musician whose cheek was played on the broken string looked up at the sky without a doubt, all the people remembered the chest disturbance.

Something pure and fierce was roaring for a place.

--Ghh....

Far away, low and dull sounds.

--Gogo-go....

It echoed all over the place, with a volumetric shaking of the earth over time.

--Gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogo!

No, it's not like shaking the earth.

In fact, the earth is shaking.

The ground around the cave rises all at once.

As a result, "disturbing" trees and buildings were wiped down, and now the sea water came through one point.

The waves, however, turn back while watching, and instead large numbers of animals rush through as if they were making a road.

Now the plants crawled and stretched the branches and the vines with great momentum.

Yes, it is.

The cathedral of the cave - with Elma's location as its destination - is now the world itself causing crustal fluctuations (...) and making its way.

Elma, who was sitting on the altar, suddenly opened the space in front of her and watched with a calm expression as a bright green carpet appeared.

The green path that stretched from the ripped rock wall finally reached its feet, so Elma stood up smiling to welcome her.

As always, the whole body was filled with exhilaration.

But the moment she raised one hand with all her heart - her eyes were cloudy.

I used too much sanctity at once.

Her eyes, which were moist in indigo color, regained the usual purple dawn color, and her hair returned to black from the tip of her hair.

Relaxed from his body, Elma sat on the altar fluttering.

Keep your eyes closed or lie down.

Sleeping with her long eyelash shadow on her white skin and her rose lips slightly open, she's beautiful, like an angel or a fairy.

But at the same time, it was like a drunk and high person suddenly fell asleep calmly, exhausting his destructive actions.

"Ki... ahhhhhhhh!

"Oops, don't let it get you out of here...! They're gonna blow us off!

And there, the vibrant screams of men and women echo.

Because of the voice that I knew very well, Elma, who was lying about, opened her eyes instantly and stood up against the scene.

When they rubbed their eyes, they saw Irene and Lucas.

For some reason, they were wrapped around their bodies by phytoplankton, transported in the fury of anger on the "road" that had just been made.

If you look closely, behind them are Raul and Goode.

………… Elma! "

Irene and Lucas, who were at the forefront, raised their faces when they found Elma.