The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Hey, Gil. I wonder what the hair looks like. Does this dress look a little pale? Let's make it a red dress."

Elma crashed the same values just before she was incarcerated.

On the top floor of the prison - in the queen's room - Hydemarie peered into the mirror.

The silver hair that usually flows loosely on the back is clearly tied up, and dresses that are as exposed as negligee are replaced today by simple indigo dresses.

However, when she dressed in an abstinent fashion, it was still her fault that the freshly overflowing fragrance seeped.

The dress is squeezed just below the full-bodied chest, so it doesn't squeeze a big, swollen belly.

As soon as I saw it, I looked back on the heavy belly, but Hydemarie didn't notice. I tried to change my clothes quickly, so Gilbert, who was polishing the sword beside me, rushed into a stop.

"Wait a minute. It's clean enough as it is. Your hair is perfect and you are beautiful no matter what you wear."

"Really? Really? Just by looking at it, is it beautiful enough to burn my present figure into your brain in the future?

"Oh, it's beautiful."

After fifteen years, my wife nodded her boneless gill belt.

So I sat down and laid my hand on Hydemarie's back and gently led her to the sofa.

"Nh, gil already. How many times have I told you that pregnancy is not a disease? If I don't move a little, I'll get fat."

"Even if you're fat, you're beautiful. [M] Elma and her friends and bosses will agree. So just calm down a little."

Hydemarie sighed down to her husband, who told her to sit down and lie down.

These attitudes around her have continued since she finally became unable to conceal her tummy swelling and confessed her pregnancy.

"Nh, everyone, if you open your mouth, you can rest, rest. They're having a festival every day, and it's not good."

"I don't think you have a festival."

"It's a festival in the alley to cut down the world trees and make a cradle, to use sacred artifacts to make an amulet, and to invest in a national annual budget for this child."

As Hydemarie scratched her hair slowly, Gilbert leaned her neck strangely.

I see. I didn't notice it because it was bigger in Elma's time. Rather, when we were two, we also had some kind of habit, and we thought about it every day that we weren't excited enough. "

"... well, it was even more amazing when it was Elma."

Hydemarie also admitted a little bitter smile.

But I put back the story that I almost missed, saying, "That's it."

"Today is a long time ago for me. This is the first time she's brought a friend or a boss. We need to give her the best impression that she won't be bullied about us."

Assuming that Elma, who plays an irreplaceable role every second, was also bullied on the grounds of the "family" of the prison, it would be a very fierce man.

However, Hydemarie was trying to impress her daughter as if she were a normal mother.

"I'm not the only one. From Elma, when I get home, I get a letter, and when I'm in prison, I forget about this kid, and I don't pass."

By the way, it wasn't just Hydemarie that was in the mood.

As she points out, Gilbert also distorts his mouth by saying, "Well, indeed."

So they began to remember the day the letter from their beloved daughter arrived.

That was three days ago.

Those called great sinners were relaxed in the room on the top floor that day, while paying the utmost attention to the physical condition of Hydemarie.

Prior to the birth of their second child, they spent a meaningful time designing their finest clothing and developing an ergonomic bouncer, but not as festive as Hydemarie said - they thought.

They were still stronger on their shoulders when they were Elma's first child.

"I'll already be born this month....."

I wonder what she looks like.

Well, any kid would be cute.

That's right.

Experience creates room.

For those who have already had one child, the second child is closer to the grandchild than the child.

Any kid is cute. Everything is fine. All right.

They were no longer in the realm of enlightenment.

The overwhelming affirmation is a bit like abandonment.

Fifteen years ago, they were all collecting childcare books from all over the world, but this time they were calm enough to throw "Bring the relevant books from the library" to Clements.

They sip their herbal tea lazily while Clement carries a large number of books in frustration.

It was then that Gilbert showed up with an envelope.

"Look, Elma sent me a letter."

"Excuse me!?

"Eh, this is my first time!

Together, they glanced at Gilbert.

In the handwriting of a lovely girl, the sinners opened their eyes with a cool look when it said, "I'm just on my way to jail (...), so I'm taking my friend, boss, and family home."

The girl they raised with salt comes back to this prison.

Bring someone you know in Shabaa.

This is a huge event for them who have monsters named Boredom.

Together, they excited themselves and continued reading.

Phew. 'A woman who tried to overthrow the state and her son were sent as caretakers until the trial.' You've prepared a good building. That's my Elma. "

"'Telesia, the mother of King Felix, is being charged not only with infidelity, but also with placing the son of iniquity on the throne of the king and aiming to overthrow the state.'" ― ― After all, isn't it just an affair to overthrow the state?

"Shit, you're guilty."

However, the large scandal that someone who was not the king's natural son had inherited the throne seemed particularly noteworthy to them.

Values skewed their attention to a sentence rather than reading the outline of the throne robbery that was disturbing the alley.

--This is the first time we have invited people to our home, so I hope you have a good time.

At last, can you help us with our family's hospitality?

"Hospitality....."

Cooperation?

They didn't have the idea of treating the outside world politely, but the request from the precious girl shook their hearts a lot.

And so Clement came along with a lot of books.

"Hey, I got it. Let the elderly do this kind of work -"

Opening his mouth began to complain the most, but he murmured as bewildered on the way.

Because all the great sinners who would normally smile lightly or play games with boring faces had serious faces on their faces.

"... what's going on?

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Looking back, Rezel looked at the book Clement had stacked up to the height of her nose and leaned her neck suspiciously.

"What are you doing?

"No, you guys are going to have to gather some childcare books."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's enough."

"What about it?"

The obstructed Clement exclaimed at the words that followed.

"Bring me some hospitality books from the library."

Rezel shouted without fear.

"All of it."

"……………………?"

What happened and why?

But not only Liesel, but also the other sinners started turning their shoulders.

"... alright. Let's go hunt the main dish alone."

"According to fairy tales, it's normal to give a souvenir a spell of Elderly Medicine. No. Age enhancers? We have to hurry up."

"We need a special budget to entertain our guests. Do you want to crush the country?"

"The other sinners in prison will want to meet, so we need to set up a tight timetable...."

Each of them snorts his fist, flips his white coat quickly, laughs thinly with his eyes down, and carries his sword, leaving the room in a very stylish manner.

Later, the only thing left was Clement, who remained flustered, and Hydemarie, who sighed silently.

"----what is that?"

"His Majesty King Felix and your mother, Her Majesty Queen Tai, are about to be imprisoned, so take the opportunity and Elma will return."

Huh?

The amount of information in a sentence is too much, and Clement strengthens his face.

That is, before he understood the status quo, Hydemarie smiled at him to shake something off.

"I mean, for now, you just have to bring me books about hospitality."

"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ah, let's review it again."

Hydemarie takes up the book placed on the side table with a serious expression.

The cover had the words "First Home Party - 100 Hospitality Ideas".

Everything is said to be a very popular book with a compact summary of practical hospitality techniques and appendices with finger dolls for flow line simulation and floor plans for a typical mansion.

Hydemarie moved her finger doll, who looked like a princess, with a mysterious expression, to see what was happening today.

"Elmas is coming for noon, so while we wait in our rooms... we'll meet at dinner, so try not to run into each other until then... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

A knight, a king, an old queen, a maid. And warriors.

Seeing each doll as a real person and manipulating it like this is serious.

"I've had quite a few meetings with Elma since the news of my return home, but... there's still a limit to how I interact with them using pigeons. These tiny parts are undecided."

"Still, I would have had a meeting with a hundred pigeons to exhaust them. We did our best. Please, just relax without pushing yourself."

Gilbert begged, and Hydemarie frowned in a reckless manner.

"Nh, you worry too much already. Even today's dinner, I wanted to be there until the end.... hey, I guess I can't?

"No. Excuse me, but please cut it up for me and my belly boy. When it gets high, it will be noisy until midnight, and [convulsion] is turning his shoulders, so at that rate, the dragon may be dismantled on the table. It's dangerous, and you said you'd want to drink it if you had a drink in front of you."

"I haven't been drinking a drop lately."

"Still."

Gilbert won't give up even if Hydemarie makes a sweet voice.

After several round-trip negotiations, Gilbert, full of love and paternity, persisted in not changing his opinion, so Hydemarie finally raised her eyes and hands.

"Okay, that's enough. I'll secretly evacuate you at the moment that everyone is having the most fun."

"... I'm sorry. I can't help worrying."

I'm sorry for lowering my eyebrows to my husband, but she smiled comfortingly.

"That's enough. It might leave a better impression on each other."

Then she raised her face and stared out the window.

Beyond the lush forest, sudden dark clouds began to gather around the French realm.

Holst launched the drug and stimulated the rain clouds to produce it.

Looking at the preparations for steady "hospitality", Hydemarie narrowed her eyes like a happy cat.

"Now, you have to have fun with this limited time. Let's make sure we have the best possible hospitality."

At the same time as the first lightning fell over Frenzel, a large fireworks circle was launched into the prison sky.