The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Lucas thought we'd check the situation again.

He was sent to prison on suspicion that his half-brother was not the father's son.

I got caught up in it and went to jail. The prison was Taoyuan Township.

I thought the prisoners had invited me to dinner, but somehow the spirit had changed to Lucas's.

Right here.

(... no. It's messed up from the first line and I can't catch up with my understanding.)

Even though it was quite shocking that Felix was caught in the crossfire, the shock that exceeded it lightly in the last few hours is hitting Lucas on his feet.

Lucas looked around (...) the dinner venue with his dead fish eyes.

The dining room was originally a solitary confinement room.

It's quite spacious, and the walls and furniture are well cared for, and the quality seeps into it.

Until recently, there must have been a huge table in the middle, but as soon as one of the great sinners snapped his fingers, a straw and an army of prisoners rushed in and instantly set up the venue again.

When I opened my closed eyes, there was a huge arena (ring) in the middle of the room and a viewing seat on the wall, which turned into a space that should be called a tournament venue.

Incidentally, the great sinners are on the other side of the ring, and at some point even Elma sits in a confused face, sandwiched by them.

On the other hand, Felix and Irene were sitting in the audience seat in front of the ring at some point, staring at Lucas standing in the ring with a face that could not swallow the situation.

"Felix, Your Majesty.... I often wonder what happened to me...."

"Hmm, that's right. I don't know.... oh, the grill of the Phoenix just now is arranged in a canapé to make it easier to eat while watching. That's nice."

Irene talks to Felix like she trusts him, but he doesn't seem to be at all interested in his half-brother's plight.

I'm sure Telesia still feels more empathetic.

Looking at Irene, who chewed her anxiety in solitude, Felix gently grabbed the snacks prepared near the audience seat and told her to relax.

"Well, this is their home, and we have to follow their way, right? Lucas, but..."

He glanced at his half-brother standing alone in the ring with joy.

"It's a very funny and inspiring development that a colored man who didn't take anything seriously is being blurred by his parents for a girl he likes. Let's keep an eye on that struggle at best."

It is subtly assumed that Lucas is unilaterally persecuted.

Lucas wanted to disagree, but before that, the person in the ring came up.

Pioneer - Morgan.

"Now, what we're going to do - excuse me, but the rules of the Liver Trial are as explained earlier. From now on, we men ask Lucas von Rudendorff about your aptitudes and abilities in each field. If you respond well to that, we will gladly accept you as my daughter's 'friend', and if not, unfortunately, you will be corrupted by a servant. Are you sure you want to do this?

"... no, it's too radical to be a friend to a servant."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Morgan went through the objection splendidly.

"We have great expectations for you. After all, they decided to respond immediately to our challenge."

"... you must have just led them."

Lucas answered at the top of the Buddha.

Yes, it is.

When he was challenged to "try the liver," Lucas, of course, initially tried to decline. The development is too sudden, and I generally feel attracted to Elma as a woman, but I don't want to deepen "friendship".

But Morgan raised one eyebrow and told him, and the next word set him on fire.

"Oh, you're declining? No, we will never force you. I don't think a man who can't make a start line with a relationship called a friend can be a lover, but it's only personal freedom to take a liver test."

Even so, Lucas is a man who was not always disadvantaged by women, and who has survived being distanced as a royal in the Knights with his natural sociability.

There could have been no acceptance of words that directly denied his love and communication skills - that is, Lucas's few dealings.

- Watch this.

When I noticed, the word "I will" popped out of Lucas's throat.

(... if you think about it, it doesn't even feel like it's on their palms...)

But there's nothing you can do about the game you've taken.

I will do my best.

Lucas focused his eyes on Morgan as if he were a dead fish.

So, what am I supposed to do?

"That's right...."

Morgan, who climbed up to the ring with his elegant behavior, slapped his chin with his fingers.

The superior aristocrat butler behaved uncomfortably, and he cheated on the riot from behind.

"Compete on how much money you can get from the treasury in a limited amount of time. Or compete for how much money can be laundered within the treasury holdings of a particular country. Which is better?"

"I don't think either is good!?

"I see. Indeed, times are more real estate than cash. Do you want to target the land?"

The conversation doesn't mesh.

"Anyway, if you're in trouble with a friend (Elma), you have to be worthy of offering a bundle of gold and land immediately."

Yeah, Morgan nods alone, but he doesn't seem to be joking at all.

Lucas matched Morgan's name against his guilt in one corner of his head, twitching his face.

A rare con man who broke the treasury by himself.

In his case, it was a natural idea.

(Love... is heavy...!

And the great sinners,

"As usual, it's so naughty....."

"I agree that money is important, but [laziness] is always too much to talk about."

"For my part, I think I should teach a lady how to stand up without relying on money."

They whisper to each other.

Apparently, not everyone is off-track in all directions, but each has unusual values for a particular area.

Nevertheless, when I found out, there was no salvation for Lucas today.

Well, this time, land fraud and laundering confrontation...

"Please wait"

When Morgan tried to move forward, leaving Lucas's will behind, a reluctant voice was heard.

It's Elma.

She chewed her lips hesitantly and then challenged Morgan.

"Um, should the challenge of liver testing be so different?"

"Weird? Is this it?"

"Yes, I've been observing His Majesty's micro-expressions for a while now, and I can see feelings of fear, agitation, and disgust in response to the challenges that [laziness] 's father presents. Given the context, it seems that this was accepted that the challenge was too different."

It is unusual for Elma to say something decent.

Lucas and Irene looked at Elma in surprise.

She, who was supposed to be insane, shook her hands together as if nervously, spinning words desperately.

"Actually, I heard the maid chief murmuring 'I want to clean up the back mountain of my parents' before, 'and I wanted to organize the mountain with intricate interests, so I set out for laundering. But at that time, it was desperately stopped by everyone, including the maid in charge. I mean..."

So Elma stared straight at Morgan.

"Land laundering is not 'normal' in Shaba. I don't think the challenge is normal, Father."

Lucas and Irene unexpectedly warmed their hearts to Elma, who spoke eloquently.

It's very detour.

Though I don't think you can read my facial expressions there.

(Elma... understood "normal"...!

There was a warm emotion, like watching a child who wrote a simple formula over and over and then erased it and finally got to the right answer.

There's a problem.

"So - I wonder if it would be appropriate for His Highness to come to the marriage fraud confrontation in the name of [laziness] 's father."

"... what?

The impression was quickly shattered in the next sentence.

To Morgan, who opened his eyes, Elma continued with a heartless or delicate expression.

"Marriage fraud is the act of giving the opposite sex a sweet dream and making it look better. Isn't that right? Then I can assure you that there is no one to the right of His Highness in Shaba in that field."

"... uhh"

"Communication skills that smoothly spin sweet masks, tough body wear, escort craftsmanship, and unpleasant rapport. I'm sure we can cross each other with [laziness] 's father - no, maybe we can beat him."

Really?

"Ha, Your Highness, you can go with the international romance scams that prevailed yesterday... I have seen His Highness interact with a variety of foreign dignitaries, but I am convinced that His charm is common throughout the world."

"Ho ho."

You seem to be praised, but I'm not happy at all.

So, what kind of brainwashing education would make fraud more positive?

Elma shook her hands in a hurry as to how Lucas perceived his face as convulsing.

"Ah, no, in the first place, the superiority of His Highness may be so obvious that such a confrontation is not necessary."

There seems to be something being followed, but the direction is as if it were a misunderstanding.

"In the first place," Elma said, showing more care there.

"Actually, I still don't understand the need for what your fathers call a 'liver test'. I wonder if it is necessary to take the trouble to try the person who offered me friendship... even if you don't do that, Your Highness is definitely a proud friend..."

The second two rows decimate Lucas' heart with exhilaration.

A small Morgan erupted in front of Lucas, standing silently.

"Really... cum"

He looks down and trembles quietly.

Then he quickly regained his neutral expression and saw Lucas calmly.

Well then, let's stop.

"... what?

"This' Liver Trial ', for the time being, I will give you the win against me."

Almost as Morgan kept track of the progress, it was just a proclamation.

To Lucas, who was stunned by the sudden change of events, Morgan let go.

"It was too pathetic to try you, who Elma had already concluded was a 'friend' - excuse me, I thought it would be troublesome."

Has the rudeness improved before and after I said it again?

Morgan shrugged his shoulders with shamelessness in his laziness title.

"That's why I fully recognize you as a 'friend', so I'll leave the rest to you. Next up... is around [bulimia [Isaac]]."

The expression was only mild - no, there was a clear pity in the young grass eyes.

Lucas understood.

Morgan didn't just throw a match because he got in trouble.

I realized that it would break Lucas' heart, so I pulled back while repeating the word "friend."

Unfortunately, his reading was quite correct.

(What the...! This unspeakable misery...!

Lucas pulls his face and grips his fist.

How about this humiliation, if you fight fairly and be beaten, you can stroke your head with a smile containing pity.

Where should I put my fist?

"Your Highness, it seems that everyone is already recognizing you as a 'friend', so may I ask you to decline now..."

"Mm...? Should I stop, too...?

When Elma told him to teach Lucas, Isaac murmured confused.

But Lucas declared to block it.

"No, thanks."

"Mm...?

"There's no need for warmth. Do it if you want to. Whatever comes, whether it's a fight or a sword fight."

Lucas wondered if it would be pulled as it is.

I'm sure Isaac is a formerly powerful warrior. The confrontation he is preparing is probably due to fighting.

I wanted to refrain from economic brain battles and confrontations that also stain hands with crime, but if it's a martial arts, Lucas has some training as a knight.

It was impossible to think of Lucas as a crawling bug or something, and at least not to reward those who turned to pity.

(It's not about reason or common sense. This is already a matter of my loyalty and the tickets.)

People call it a burn.

Oops, Lucas offered to start World War II against the watchful sinners.