The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Today's main dish is the stuffed (staffed) Phoenix."

"Phoenixooo!?

The bird of fire, which had only been heard of in legend, was indeed in flames. Along with an appetizing, fragrant smell.

At that time, when the flame that ran up his body eventually disappeared, the entangled wire suddenly broke off and the bird began to fall.

Oops... the Phoenix that roars up and falls down quite fast.

As it is, everything on the table is scattered. No, at this size, the people on the table are crushed too!

It happened in front of Lucas, who aggressively pushed the women under the table.

--papapapapapapapapapapa!

The sound of the teeth is so sharp that in the next moment,

"Nh...!

"It's neatly separated...!?

Just to the right of each person, the cross section packed with saffron rice was also beautiful, and Phoenix was being served.

"Here's your replacement."

Someday, Isaac, who appeared in one hand in a giant silver basin, pointed to the elephant staffed Phoenix on top of it.

"Guest, priority. Don't worry about us. Eat up."

"If you're already the father of [convulsion], You said that and you ate the dragon you were supposed to serve alone."

"No... I made it very well, so follow me..."

There seemed to be some kind of gentle conversation with Elma with her stubborn face, but Lucas and I had no idea what was "already" and what was "attached".

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry that you may have been expecting a full course of dragons, a jail specialty. However, Phoenix has nothing to the right of its loose tongue and intense flavor. I know it's a very rare bird around here, so I hope you enjoy it."

"Around here, probably rare all over the world!?

Lucas screamed when he heard Elma explaining what she was afraid of.

The anomaly of grilling the Holy Beast made Irene complain, but now Gilbert saw it and raised his eyebrows with thoughts.

"Elma, Isaac. The guests seem bewildered. There will be more to it than excuses."

Lucas stared at Gilbert with an unexpected grip at the plain words of the common sense man.

A Gilbert named ex-girlfriend.

If he is, will he correct this anomaly a little?

"It is difficult to eat without chopping. I forged a sharp knife with the Excalibur brothers' sword I picked up the other day. He's a valued customer. Eat it now."

"Made by Oliharkon!?

The hand of salvation, a gill belt that smashes relentlessly into a vortex of despair in disguise.

"By the way, as a sign of approaching, I carved everyone's name on the handle. I would be happy if you could bring it home as a souvenir. Please continue to welcome Elma."

With a gentle smile, they handed over a monstrous knife and shouted in their hearts.

Preference is too heavy.

"Hey, guys. The customers aren't confused, are they? This is why fighting is stupid. --I 'm sorry, I was in the dining room, spraying fire and taking out the blade."

And now Rezel grieves.

Turning slowly, he decided to wink as if he knew everything.

"It's insane to give a beast or sword as a sign of approaching. Including that, I apologize."

When he smiled, he threw a vial out on the table.

It fits into delicate glassmaking, and it looks like perfume.

"It's a special perfume (parfum). If you sniff it, you can take away most of the opponent's will and put it under control."

…………

"Elma may not make much sense. If that bothers your opponent, will you brainwash them and escape?

Is that okay as a solution?

When the witch's poison apple was offered to her, she stared at it stunnedly, and Hydemarie, who was guarding her silence, exhaled.

"Not anymore. What are you going to do with the poison on your proximity mark? If you want to give Elma my regards, you have to think of a way to make her feel good."

She gracefully restored her loose hair, which slipped down her cheeks, and stared at the guests with a gaze.

"This is how you do it. Best regards, Elma. This is a golden treat, by the way."

At some point, they were slightly eye-catching on the massive gold nuggets lined up.

"Where the hell is this coming from now!?

Fufu, it's the valley.

Heidemary smiles at Yina. There are no shards in the bad news.

Lucas and the others thought.

A monster.

The Monster Parents are here because of their daughters, their strength, their financial strength, their ability to do everything they can.

Looking at Telesia, she's also twitching her face in a series of anomalies.

Felix is still checking the weight of things like "Hee, it's pure gold," but Telesia's genuine reaction made Lucas and the others feel a little favorable.

"Damn, Mother, Fathers. I'm glad you're trying to entertain my loved ones, but please don't imitate bribery."

And there was a voice that included confusion.

It's Elma.

She complained in a tone that sounded a little younger than usual, either because she was in front of her family.

"May I? In Shaba, handing over gold and silver treasures and rarities in the hope of a smooth social life for her daughter is considered one of the crimes. It's mostly too stupid."

She only proudly presents Shaba's common sense and says, "You know, at school, mothers shouldn't come with us."

Not much, but Lucas and the others were still about to be struck in the chest.

(Elma... is saying "normal"...!

At the tip of her serious gaze, Elma sharpened her lips as if she were stubborn.

"In general, the main purpose of this visit is not only to introduce my friends, but also to help you with your mother's birth. Please tell us more about your mother's recent condition and how your child is feeling."

Someday, even the building where the King was imprisoned accompanied was lightly thrown away.

Holst responded to the allegation that it seemed true and not true.

"It's okay, I'm here. Actually, when I took you up, I was saddened that the obstetric space had not started yet. Since then, I've spread the word in many places, and now I'm confident I can handle any product."

I don't know, but it was part of taking Kevin in Frenzel territory.

But Elma still had a worrying look.

"Any kind of product? Really? I read in a book that childbirth is a treasure trove of unexpected trouble. I don't doubt oniisama, but are you sure you're okay?

"Ah, a lot of weak labor pains, pelvic imbalances and spinning abnormalities."

"And extended childbirth? Soft birth canal toughness, placental dysfunction, oh!... I don't even want to think about it, but do you have umbilical cords coming out first?

"Hey, can you speak in Ruden?

Horst's unclear conversation with Elma was broken by a smiling, high-demanding person.

Still, Elma pushed her cheeks with both hands and kept talking.

"Even if you were born safely, I still feel a palpitation when I think about the rest. Do you have any allergies? Does your body and emotion develop well? By the time of the naming ceremony, I'll have an astrologist... oh, before I do that, I'll have to dress up... cotton... no silk... and borrow a magic moth from Frenzel. Ah, if you don't know the gender, you won't be able to talk. What if it was my younger brother... my younger brother? No, even my sister... sister..."

Occasionally, she narrows her eyes slowly, apparently because she is driven by the delusion that her brother or sister was born early.

Looking at the grotesque expression that Lucas and the others had never seen before and murmuring, "Ahhn... fufu", it seemed like she was already refraining from giving birth.

"Yes, I've lost my mind again. Next, we need to go to the world's top three secret baths, secure the hot spring, and prepare gold plates to take bills. Can I cut my nails with Mithrill? And..."

The Todo list is becoming more and more out of order, like tearing the world tree to bed, destroying the nocturnal beast to ensure sleep.

"You took all your thinking resources with you... It makes sense to draw sea turtles."

"Sea turtles? What are you talking about?

"No, anything."

Horst's eyes turned warmly toward distressed Elma as he approached Irene, who had a conversation with him.

"So-so. You don't know what you really need until it's time, so don't worry about it now. Fufu... I miss you so much. When Elma was there, we had a lot of power on our shoulders, too."

I see. I'm sorry for the second person, but after all, it's the first time I've ever had a child, and that's all I can do. "

Horst nodded immediately.

As invited, members of the prison began to present memories one after the other.

Thought it was Elma's first time, at the beginning of his meal, that he defeated the cologne.

"Sometimes I tried to record my growth by marking the trunk of a world tree. I miss it."

"Young Elma loves corn so much that she tried to 'persuade' the dictionary compiler to correct it."

Yeah, yeah, Elma dyes her cheeks embarrassed by men nodding to each other.

"I stopped at that time... but I am confident that if my brother or sister were born, I would do the same."

You're kidding.

Lucas and the others slightly lost sight.

"That's right. Speaking of which, I also used poison gas to kill insects all over Rouden, so as not to sting Elma's soft skin."

Horst's remarks solidify Felix's smile.

"I wonder if that was the year when Black Death was suddenly eradicated....."

"That's right. When I started teaching Elma letters, I also wanted to find out how to best teach them. I've been brainwashing a whole small village and doing social experiments."

Lucas hardened on Reese's words.

"Certainly, about 15 years ago, there was a village where literacy rates dramatically increased and became a topic of discussion, brother-in-law...."

A cold sweat ran on the same back, matching the horrible signs.

The great sinners seem to know nothing about it, and they are thriving with sadness and memories.

I don't know where else to plunge into the tongue demo episodes that pop out one after the other.

Even Telesia, who was supposed to be generous, was rendered ineffective even Felix, the seller, leaving little combat power on the listener's side.

"Kh... when I listen to them, my spirit is about to collapse..."

Lucas soaked his anxiety and put his hand on his forehead.

"Really?

But that's what Irene next door asked, so Lucas looked back in suspicion - and then he shook his shoulders a bit.

Irene had a fairly calm smile.

"I think it's a three-dimensional (real) thing, so it's tough... If you think all of this is a two-dimensional event... there, it feels strange..."

"Please come back to reality!!

Lucas shakes his shoulders to retain Irene, who decides to escape reality in the name of enlightenment.

However, Irene was already deeply immersed in her world.

"Look... I think they're all different types of beauty, headed by Elma and Mother... I'm the protagonist of the story. That's why I have a peculiar ability... yes, I do... living on a different world line from ours... yes, that's right..."

"Hey, Irene! Hang in there...!

"What kind of story? Comedy? Battle? Everything is so beautiful because it's so divided."

The smile deepens, and it becomes something sad.

Irene... stared at the male team, and the great sinners slightly pulled their jaws, just as they felt a sense of murder.

"Macho receives... serious attack... mad drowning attack... S oney attack..."

I looked at my face sequentially as if I were doing flower divination.

"No... I'm not getting enough..." was like a famous ghost in the East Continent who lamented the lack of plates.

Lost focus Irene's eyes grabbed Morgan.

Few misguided remarks were made, and he appears to be a common sense among the great sinners.

With his gentle waist and intelligent appearance, he seemed to have a good story of pure love.

Intellectual…

"Speaking of which, I'm in charge of all the books in prison."

But Morgan smiled out sooner than he said the word "receive."

"I have a new label this time to suit Irene's taste."

"Eh...?

"I've read it because I don't feel comfortable knowing the contents of all the books. I was impressed that Irene had such a bold and novel (...) hobby."

On a smooth mouth, Irene seeps cold sweat.

Damage is a huge difference between combining out rot and being rosed.

Why on earth does this person understand the very personal hobbies of first-time human beings?

"Ah, um..."

"Especially the purple one with the back cover that Irene loves to read. I memorized everything. On average, some scenarios, starting from 40 pages in a full volume, make me want to read the audio and make noise to everyone -"

"Um!

Morgan smiled as Irene stood up just kicking her chair.

What is it?

"I... nh, this story... this much...!

"Yes, sir."

Morgan doesn't step any further and pulls back.

But Irene understood.

There is no one in this prison we can take advantage of.

As usual, it's the end of a roll if you turn it against the enemy.

The table calms down for a moment...

At that time, a beautiful laugh echoed to relieve the silence.

"Fufu. Elma was blessed with a really nice surrounding."

It's a high demerit.