The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

That means Elma sorts things out.

"Does Trinitate still fail this quarter?

Ah.

To do so, Goode responded.

He excused Renate, who was staring around, and then turned to Elma and the others.

"This is a scandal. Trinitate will take the opportunity of this term to abolish the custom itself. Will the Holy Power Holders be exploited by the owners of evil ambitions ever again?"

Glittering blue and gray eyes captured Renate and the teachers as they stopped growing.

As he tightened his expression, he fell to his knees in front of Elma.

And he told Elma in a devout tone, like a knight who sacrificed his sword, or like a vow teacher.

"Elma. I can no longer dedicate the throne of Trinity to you, but you are undoubtedly the greatest Virgin of our time, the swordsman and the magician. After all, you healed your wounded life (Renate), defeated the horrible monster (Chelsea), and returned the harmful spirit to its rightful place."

"Um... is that what you're saying?"

"You must have been sent here for the prestige of Rouden. However, under these circumstances, the award ceremony of the Holy Grail can no longer be carried out on a large scale. If necessary, Trinitate will be abolished, but I will send King Luden a letter saying that you are the real champion of the chalice."

"Um...."

With all of a sudden, dedicated reverence, Elma is confused.

She raised her eyebrows and looked up at her boss, Lucas.

"In this case... will I be able to comply with His Majesty's orders...?

…………

Lucas held his temples silently.

On the surface, the task of "getting trinitate" would be a "failure" - because the system of trinitate itself has been destroyed.

As Elma, it must be the perception that "I followed Lucas's orders to be mediocre."

But she did more to the benefit of Rouden than such a superficial task.

Stopped political opponents from exploiting Rouden and seized the weaknesses of other countries.

It was not a trinitate, but it left a strong impression on the audience and confirmed a substantial Aurelian apex.

(It's about my brother-in-law. At the time Chelsea sent in the request, she must have felt a little stinky. And then he threw us in.... so this is the result of a full score, no, "more than full score")

Really, it's great.

And... that sucks.

Lucas took his hands off his temples and pressed his lips hard against his thumb's back.

(In the end, even in the Holy Land of the Devil, Elma proved herself to be the most capable token.)

Elma, who had the ability to be separated from humans, was thought to be a demonic race.

Since it is safe to work in the sanctuary and drink sacred alcohol, it does not say, "I'm glad you weren't a demon."

Rather, the situation only increased the level of mystery and difficulty.

(It is said that people are entangled like demons, but have no evil magic powers, and freely manipulate animals and plants like saints, but it is not sacred power. Who the hell is this guy?)

It's just that hybrid, and unfortunately there wasn't anything here that could tell you the right answer.

Lucas knows only one thing now.

It is because Elma is absolutely unusual and incredibly beneficial that she must protect herself from the exploitative hand that sneaks up anyway.

"------it's a dialogue."

Eventually, Lucas told him with a deep sigh.

Huh?

"In my life, it's hard to judge. I'll talk to my brother-in-law and decide."

That's right. Dialogue.

Lucas looked around at the people in the cathedral.

Glide and Renate have been gone for thirty years.

Gino and Raul exchanged opinions and confirmed their friendship.

The difference between the two is just whether or not you heard what the other person said.

(Let's discuss it with my brother-in-law)

Instead of cheating on a mission and playing tricks to sharpen your power.

Instead of just rubbing your opponent's stomach into speculation.

It is time to abandon the mask of the stripped "Dodger, Politically Neglected King's Brother" and face his brother-in-law.

I am not just a token danced by his hand. Because you're a willing human being.

"For now, you can dress yourself up. I will rearrest Lord Chelsea."

Lucas picked up the glasses that had fallen near the altar and pressed them against Elma, turning his heel.

Coordinate the information to be circulated externally for the purpose of questioning the circumstances of the arrest and negotiating how to report to Rouden. The things to be done are like mountains.

Elma, holding her glasses to her chest, stared at Lucas as as she moved forward.

"Dialogue....."

I murmured.

Then I look around my neck at what I thought, and I see my friend standing there.

Irene glanced blurrily at the combination of Gwide and Renate, who were once again embracing each other, and Raul and Gino, who were talking to each other.

"Irene"

When he called, Irene raised her face.

In addition to the aftertaste of decay, the eyes had complex colors such as awkwardness and relief.

"... what?

"First of all, it looks like the mission is done. So... why don't you start now? Our Dialogue."

"Dialogue... Oh, yeah... Wait, wait, right now, in this situation?

Irene opens her eyes as if confused.

Looking around, Elma smiled reassuringly at her as she lurked.

"Don't worry. Having had a conversation experience with Renate, I am now able to deeply sensitize the spiritual world in any environment and with any partner."

"What!?

"If you're worried about the state of your body during meditation, I'll get you a ventilator. Or should we still wait for growth until we reach maturity?

"What dimension of dialogue are you looking for!?

Elma leaned her neck to Irene, who screamed unexpectedly.

"Of course... it's a 'normal' dialogue."

"Normal conversations don't start with meditation!

"Eh?"

Elma, whose eyes were rounded, said Irene, "Yikes...! And he looked up to heaven, covering his face with his hands, but when he loosened, he lowered his hand.

"... that's enough. I'm prepared to take time."

Phew, you're drowning out a deep sigh.

Then I pulled up the edge of my lips and smiled bitterly.

"You're trying to be normal."

…………

Elma opened her dawn eyes and shut up.

"I'm sorry, but 'conversation', which requires meditation, is not the kind of conversation I'm looking for. Let's change the time and place again. - Well, we can't just let our men work for His Highness. I need some help."

Irene tries to turn her heel back, shrugging her shoulders.

"... um..."

Elma grabbed her friend's arm as she tried to stay away.

"Um, wait."

Huh?

Irene looks back surprisingly on her smooth skin.

Unusual, worried about what to do with her, Elma muttered again, licking her lips unconsciously.

For some reason, I felt I had to tell her something at this moment.

"Heart rate increased by 10% more than usual, blinking rate increased by 20%, gaze diverted, memories dramatically increased, and the daily average was plus 3.6 times more than usual."

"... yes?

The context leaves Irene with a confusing look.

Elma put her strength in her arms and spinned words that went on in haste.

"This is Irene's state change since she arrived at the academy. I didn't make a direct point because it seemed like I was going to hide it, but I often had so-called 'excited states' or 'mentally unstable states'."

"Is that so...?

Probably because he stood on the stage of his favorite novel and saw a real model of his favorite character.

Not sure how to react, Irene nodded ambiguously.

"Well, you've been watching...?

"Candy made from the liquid of a cannibal tree has the effect of calming down the mind and relaxing the tension in the body. So on my first day, I was wondering if Irene would be happy with me, and I made it."

…………

Irene's eyes opened to unexpected words.

Elma stepped forward with her strength in her arms.

"Plants that grow up listening to singing are more nutritious than normal. It was in the Virgin's department that the plants were grown with the intention of being used for cooking. Deep-fried Hydra has a powerful nourishing effect. That's why... Irene said she loved eating so much... I made it to please her."

Elma glanced straight at Irene's face and said with a front-loaded look.

It was desperate.

Face with glasses off. The usual hidden dawn colored eyes are relaxed with rustic tension and shaking loosely.

…………

Irene raised her eyebrows unconsciously.

Otherwise, tears that I don't know why would seep.

"I'm ashamed to say that the 'normal' way of interacting is still unclear. However, by diving into the spiritual world with Renato-sama, who became me and became a harmful spirit, I intended to train."

Elma kept talking with a fever.

I didn't even realize that my squeezed hands were trembling slightly or that my cheeks were dyed slightly red - so desperate and nervous.

Just say the word.

Whatever crap you do, whatever shameful it is, you have to put your honest heart on sound and tell it to the other person.

I was thinking about that.

Perhaps that is what Renate, despised by the harmful spirit, has been wishing for for thirty years.

"Always cheerful Irene makes my eyes and heart beat unstable, and I feel dull in the blood flow behind my chest. Simulating Irene's pleasure shows that the frontal lobe activates. That's why... you were going to work hard on me."

If you're upset, you're worried.

I can work hard when I smile.

Elma doesn't know those words.

Because it was an emotion that wasn't in prison.

After all, Elma worried about what she continued to do, and once she sighed, she lowered her head deeply.

"I'm sorry I don't know 'normal'. I'm really sorry that Irene gets angry every time I mistake Normal. I'm sorry for worrying you all the time. It's still going to take a while to get to know" Normal "... but I don't know..."

Be a friend.

The last word was about to disappear.

"... stupid"

Irene murmured briefly.

I didn't think I could let the other person feel the tremor in my voice.

"Stupid... both of us"

That's how she smiled bitterly.

Stupid, really.

I can't believe we were worried about each other, thinking about each other, not messing with each other, blaming ourselves for that.

"... what a pain in the ass, friendship."

It seems that the monologue was too small to reach the other person's ears.

Elma said, "What do you mean...?" Irene shook her head with a smile.

"Uncle Shota's friendship and the friendship of the blue fruit are both troubled by the mugnets."

"Uncle Shota...?

"Come on, Elma, let's help His Highness get this place cleaned up! We have a lot to do."

Irene grabbed Elma's arm back and pulled her lips up like a prank.

"Yawn? I won't say it again, so remember it once. Once we've 'cleaned up' the situation, we'll pull everything into the dorm room. Take a shower, take off your makeup, and when you're in your most comfortable nightgown, lie down in bed and pick fried chicken."

It's just like the first day they met.

But right now, Irene's mission was so small, silly, and intimate.

"I'm full, so listen to my apologies until you're full. Once that's done, let me fight over the rose chemo's conjecture, play Derby in the new magazine, and talk enthusiastically about the difference between the secondary and tertiary routines."

"Yes...?

"I have to go out with all of you. I'm stubborn because you're my best friend."

Daring to speak arrogantly, Elma opened her dawn eyes wide.

"The best..."

"Let's go!"

After that, she became embarrassed, and Irene turned back her heel.

The cathedral was in a hurry.

From the ceiling of the cave, which had a large wind hole, a powerful sun was pouring down a light of blessings.