The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Chelsea was incapacitated and tried to shout something at Elma, but was bit by a monkey with a sprawling vine faster than that, sealing off all speech.

"I've been on standby to make sure you're always on your way."

"What is that? Yeah, yeah!

Together they screamed amicably for a saturated and resolved feeling.

"Sir Chelsea's appearance... even though there was no other way to appear..."

Then Guid saw Chelsea's face turning bright red and suddenly said.

Although it was said to be a terrible condition for the whole body, the gaze was naturally drawn to the head.

A small number of hair should still have shaken the scalp in good health.

And yet, it was sneaking away, as if it had been dragged off the ground or inversely proportional to the lush surrounding greenery.

- Technically, it's not all gone.

Just at the top, where the smooth scalp shined, only one hair, like a symbol of Chelsea herself scratched to the end, swayed loosely.

"Ha... I won't let you go... I won't let you go, you magical bastard!

Chelsea screamed after screaming hard and finally removing the monkey.

But without being spinned to the end, he was struck in the head by a vague, moving vine and bit again by a monkey.

--Pupu... nh.

Is it because of the last blow?

The last hair falls down gently, echoing the quiet Terminator.

Muuuuuuuu!

They somehow lost sight of Chelsea, who seemed to be screaming while her mouth was sealed.

It seems to have been disabled for the time being, and there was a pile of more important targets in front of me.

"What kind of mechanism is this flora working on?!?

Though not wanting to change the subject, Raul convulses his voice when he sees plants that do Elma well without chanting.

Elma leaned her neck as if she had noticed the anomaly for the first time.

"Speaking of which... I didn't particularly take care of you, so why not? --Ah, is the earlier request to" help anyone "(...) still active?"

Turning his gaze around the entrance to the cave, the 100% botanical "moving sidewalk" is still pulsating vigorously, trying to bring in a circle of humans.

Among them were Chloe, who was in a state of panic, and some prominent candidates such as Gino.

Apparently, people who have been judged "helpful" by the plants seem to be gradually involved in allowances.

"Oh... hey! Elma, stop! Abort that wish now! Otherwise, they'll be dragging somebody in from behind the Rouden or the continent!?

"Huh? Ah... I see. Eh... but how do I stop asking for salvation?" Enough "...?

Lucas shouted with excellent crisis perception, and Elma nodded ambiguously and said something like that.

At once, the vine said, "Pei!" Chloe and the others spit out like that, and now it's time to leave.

Elma nodded as she waved at it.

"I see. Seeking help can be interrupted."

"I don't think so!

Lucas sticks his hands into his head, but Elma just does it right.

Meanwhile, Chloe, who was summoned by force, looked around in a daze.

"Eh... Elma Onee-sama...? What the hell is this...?"

They seem to be in a state of complete confusion. Of course, I was worried about Elma, who fell down at the Sacred Magician's Department, and suddenly brought her to this cathedral, where she was going to go to the infirmary to be attacked by a flock of plants.

Chloe stared at the surroundings in a frightening fashion in an attempt to grasp the situation for the time being.

"In the process of being seized, I realized that this is the basement of Mount Cermonti... I can't believe there was such a magnificent cathedral in this place..."

A magnificent prayer cloth on a giant Aur idol like the only one in the main church.

The delicate wall sculpture is colored by plants no less than stained glass.

However, Chloe stretched her face with a "certain thing" rolling in the corner of the floor.

"Ah... is that... the body...?

An ancient altar directly beneath the idols of Aur, with traces of a faint ecclesiastical formation.

In the place where Chelsea stood earlier, the dried human body was rolling, hiding in the blooming flowers.

Skin is dry and almost stuck to bone.

There was no skeletonization or corrosion, but it was unbearable and intact.

"------uhh! Renate!?

The breathtaking goode rushed quickly.

He touched his face with a trembling hand as he hesitated to stretch out his arms to his body in a state that everyone would hate.

"Renato! Is it Renato...!?

The skeleton appeared as it was. Faded hair.

However, like following his best friend's shadow, Goode stroked his face again and again.

Then he gently hugged the whole body of "him" to hide the perforated uniform on his chest.

"Renate....!

The blue-grey eyes were now seeping with tears of remorse.

My best friend who thought that he had broken up with Kazue.

You don't have to forgive me, at least I wanted to apologize.

I wanted to apologize for breaking the vows I once exchanged, and at least show off the students I worked hard to raise so that he could safely change generations.

"Damn it... Damn it...! Renate... why are you in this state...?"

Irene and the others chewed their lips tightly into the tears of the silent man.

Gwide raised his eyebrows tightly, and his face crouched towards Lennart's neck.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...! Renate... even a grudge or a scolding. At least I wanted to hear your voice again...."

Plundering, trembling words.

However, the light girl's voice blocked it.

"Eh, should I ask you something?"

Elma pointed to the area of the old synagogue, where Lennart's body was lying, with a suspicious look.

"This is a technique of detaching and distorting the soul from the body that has been put into a state of parole. Master Renate, he's not dead yet. If you do that, you can't possibly keep harmful spirits."

Instead, she glanced at Gwide accusing him of being "unfortunate," and then turned to Raul.

Hey?

Even if they say, "Hey."

Raul puffed his mouth, but slowly checked the old team and finally roared when he understood Elma's claim was correct.

"What the hell... how can I decipher a team with one glance...? Are you still a fairly holy man and a sacred magician...!?

"So, we don't have that much power. As long as the faction itself knows ancient Aurelian, it can read and write without sacred powers. How much can anyone do to decipher this team?"

Raul turned into white ash when his own team, who was supposed to be familiar with contemporary sacred arts, was criticized for being difficult to decipher.

Instead of a useless Raul, Elma moved on to action.

She first took the holy water out of the cloth bag, dipped her fingers in it, and rewrote the formation.

"First of all, rewrite the words that separate the body from the soul."

Suddenly, the wind roared, and a large amount of sand - the soul that had become a harmful spirit - was drawn into the body of the Guy's arm.

Then Elma took out the vial and sprinkled it on Renate's body.

"I will rely a little on the power of science here, but by adding a chemical solution that revives [greedy] 's brother's direct transmission and cells, while trying to shorten the time"

Mirumi, the dried body of Renate has begun to reclaim the body's natural luminosity.

And finally, Elma smiled at Chloe.

"And finally, if you can show me Chloe's cultivation singing... Yes."

"Eh...? Eh, uh," Light, that's a prayer for a hungry body "...?

Confused, Chloe snorted.

"............ uu"

Renate, who had completely recovered, lifted her eyelids loosely.

Besides, it looks like a boy who was sealed off 30 years ago.

"Wow... am I...?

"Nah...!"

The goode glanced and half-opened his mouth.

The shock blew away a lot of tears - but it quickly moisturized my eyes again.

This time, tears of joy.

"Renate....!

Goods embrace their friends with a strong force, and a smiling picture unfolds that the suffering opponent leaks a scream.

Chloe and Gino were stunned, Lucas was distant, and Irene watched it with the rotten eyes of "Uncle Shota may be an ant..."

For some time, the scene was dominated by a mysteriously mixed air of emotion, confusion and decay, but eventually Gino slapped Raul on the shoulder, realizing that his best friend remained silent forever.

"Hey... Raul. Are you okay? You've been quiet for a while."

"... there's no reason why it's okay..."

Slightly, Raul put his hand on his forehead and responded with a tone of weakness.

"How can a man like me stand up to the miracle and the destruction of values that attack without succeeding in his breath...."

She is no longer breathing constantly.

Because he is proficient in sacred arts, he is now able to understand how unusual this state of affairs is.

"The power to move the earth with one voice... that's not magic or normal sanctity, hidden power...? Solve the formation structure at a glance, rewrite it with a swing of your finger, and revive the human body with a swing of the chemical solution.... This is so fucked up... she's an on-parade, a common sense destroyer..."

Raul crouched on the spot and bowed his head between his knees.

"... what have I been aiming for..."

Among the destroyed values was his long-standing dream of trinity.

The yearning sacred magician's identity was nothing more than a presence to be fed by a powerless cardinal.

Even the trinitate's ambition to move the corner of the country even with the lower aristocracy of the Trinity was nothing but a trick prepared to move Raul and the others conveniently.

Moreover, the mastermind who was supposed to have pulled the thread behind him was exterminated lightly, and now he is stupid without strength.

Trinity was the first dream I had that I was supposed to have to walk a boring life.

It was the first time I had the will, and it was the first time I had the will to fight. Just like my friends who always shine their eyes.

And now - I don't know what to believe anymore.

"The pride of being the best sacred magician of our time, and the ambition to move this country... I'm... it's all ridiculous."

Everyone turns a sympathetic eye to Raul, who has no power.

In that context, the person who broke his spiritual pillar shouted loudly.

"What are you saying? If you want to take control of the country's hub, isn't this your chance?"

Elma smiled gently at Raul in an innocent tone.

"Sir Chelsea is forced to decline in this case, so this is where Raul, the young sacred power of the ages, comes in. If you follow this scandal, you can enjoy it all - you - can - at school and in the religious world. After abolishing the mysterious customs of trinitate and other secular relationships, you can dignify into Aurelia's power base.

With a refreshing tone, what you're saying is awesome.

However, Raul blinked his eyes as if he had been presented with a possibility that he had never imagined.

――…………

I thought the junior nobles would have to use a flying tool called Trinitate to climb up in Aurelia, but there was a further flying tool development that made them famous as heroes who blasted the scandal.

"If so...."

There, you tend to hesitate.

Turning around, it was Gino who scratched her cheeks.

"That's... good, right?

He put his hands out as if he were explaining himself to Raul, who was silent.

"No, I mean, if you don't have to be a trinitate and you get what you want, then you should be able to spend the rest of your life without getting cut off."

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"Me. I thought I didn't care about that humid hometown or my parents... but lately I thought there was something nice about it. I knew I wouldn't be equal to you or Chloe if it wasn't for Trinity Tate... but I knew I had something to be proud of."

Gino continued to unconsciously stroke the sword that remained on her hips.

"Even if I'm from downtown, I'm the one. By the way, whether you're a concubine's son, Chloe is Chloe, or a grain-crushing trio, you are. Even if we don't have the backing of our identity (Trinitate), we have the power to be ourselves, and yet..."

Your nasty face smiles like a little bit of light.

"We've been together forever, even if we don't have to hold on to our identity.

…………

Raul almost cried for a moment.

Why did I stick to trinitate?

Of course, it was a power or a dream for the first time - simply because I wanted to "stay with" these friends, which is why I came to think of it now.

If we become trinitates, we'll be together forever.

(... even at that age...)

The bitter smile leaks.

"... that's right."

Raul crouched down and smiled like a weepy laugh, then raised one hand.

"That's right."

Gino laughs and pulls Raul up.

The two facing each other gently lifted the edge of their mouths and hit each other with their right fists.

From Irene's mouth, there was a murmur saying, "Honorable..."