The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Ah, watch out."

Heidemarie rushed out one hand when she saw a knight-like finger doll fall off the table in the night wind blowing from the window.

The soft white hand jumped the doll close to the ceiling but managed to get back to the dining floor plan on the table.

Hydemarie carefully repositioned it on the depicted part of the table, moving and balancing the other dolls.

"... hey. Don't bend too much in your belly."

"Thank you for your concern, Telesia. But if you don't take it, your delicate doll will break."

Hydemarie smiles and strokes the knight's doll.

It's time for tea, and moving the doll around the pictured area of the table looks like a quiet girl.

However, Telegia unconsciously frowned, feeling an unusual atmosphere from her who smells and manipulates the doll.

(What is it, this woman...)

At first glance, it's just a beautiful, stupid woman.

However, if you think you've choked back on a whore, you'll show some elegance like a noble child, and you'll start playing with the doll innocently like a toddler.

The behavior was indescribable and gave Telegia an instinctive vigilance against confrontation.

(When I look at this woman... I feel something terrible and uncomfortable (...)...)

Telesia pulls her chin and examines the opponent standing still.

Loosely tied silver hair, white magnetic smooth skin.

Beautiful eyes without feeling filthy were, strangely enough, similar to her unknown sister.

Beauty that makes you feel even sacred.

(Do you really care about the atmosphere...? Or is there something else...?

I don't know what I'm reacting to, and I'm staring at my steep face, and all of a sudden,

--Ooh... nh!

The explosion sounded from the outside, so Telesia raised her hips aggressively.

"Nh...!?

Oh, you're so excited.

But the woman in front of me didn't even pretend to care.

As expected, I took a lazy look outside the window, and then for a while, I blinked my eyes for some reason.

"Did you know Telesia? The dragon is fried chicken and the salt is" normal ". I didn't know."

"... what?

"Fufu, excuse me. I heard something that bothered me (...), so follow me."

She apologized slightly and the wrinkles between Telesia's eyebrows deepened.

I don't know why the explosion and the dragon story are connected.

Besides, there are only Telesia and her in this room, and they are quiet, but what do you mean, "I heard you"?

But even with those questions,

"I'm very deaf."

Heidemary just smiles.

(Suppose you picked up a conversation somewhere - from a different dining room?

Surprisingly, she felt a cold sensation in her spine, and Telesia stretched her face and saw the high demeanor.

Without realizing it, the beautiful queen is eagerly rearranging her finger dolls.

When she asked to speak with Telesia, she seemed indifferent to her opponent's movements.

"Oh, I'm in trouble. I want to tie the princess and the knight together, but the arrangement of this seat really gets in the way. How do I arrange them?

She seems to be troubled by the seat of the finger doll at the moment.

I think it would be nice to arrange such things properly, but she said, "This is a hospitality training. We need to be careful about our relationships so that all our guests feel good."

Hydemarie sighed as she sat next to the princess dressed as a doctor, rethinked and moved, and instead put the witch's doll next to the knight.

"I can't. Everyone's love for the princess is too strong to be beaten."

Telegia stares at her, who seems to be mourning seriously, looking at something strange.

Hydemarie glanced up and smiled ill.

"I'm sorry I let you go and fell in love with me. But as a parent, I care about my child. If I mistake my daughter for a doll, I feel like she's going to be unhappy... If you're so kind, Telesia, you'll understand.

Unfortunately, Telesia is not the owner of a young spirit that confuses doll play with reality.

But there was something more I didn't like, and she said back.

"What the hell are you trying to say to my mother just now?"

"I just want to say that Telesia is a loving person."

"What do you mean?

Telesia deepens the wrinkles between her eyebrows.

With a sharp glance, the power and the temper are combined, and most of the opponents are bluished.

But the woman in front of her was just shrugging her shoulders in trouble.

"Oh, you don't recognize me? 'Cause that's right, you're a very loving person. You will take the evil that has befallen your loved ones like yourself, and you will keep your responsibilities and your secrets until you go down the path of the barn."

…………

The tone of Hydemarie is a detour. Still, it was enough for Telegia to breathe.

"What do you... know...?

"Everything."

The answer is short and unshakeable.

Hydemarie stared at Telesia with her blue eyes shining like a cat.

There was a sacredness like a Virgin and a strange power to take words away from the opponent.

"I told you, I'm very deaf. That's why I heard the screams and voices that were scratched off by the rain that day. Even if you don't understand the meaning at that time, if you focus on playing like this, everything will be connected to one thread."

"Nah... give it to me..."

Hydemarie stood up gracefully, feeling sorry for Telesia, who was overwhelmed and pulled back.

She slowly approached us with a sad expression on her beautiful face.

"Hey, don't be scared. I just want to ask you."

"Please....?

"You're the only one here who realizes what rain means. I won't tell anyone about that rainy day, so I don't want you to tell anyone about the rain that's coming."

Hydemarie gently grabs Telegia's hand and sits next to the sofa like a close friend.

The fragrant scent rising from the other person, and beautiful eyes that melt the core of your head just by looking.

Telesia blurred and simply rebuked her words.

"Rain...?

"I won't say it forever. Well, until it stops raining... until dawn. All you have to do is keep quiet. As always, if you don't trust anyone, keep your secrets quiet inside you."

A silver hair that flickers back the wavering light of a candlestick.

Telesia took a breath when she saw her complex tied hair rubbing back into her shoulders.

You instantly wake up and realize the identity of the discomfort you were holding.

"--No way, you...!

Outside the window - in the dark blue night sky, thin rain grains began to fall.

(Nfu, you're not such a good man.)

As he watched Lucas without hesitation, Rezel lifted his lips inside.

Sweet mask and tough body.

I fell in love with the swordsmanship I showed you earlier, and my voice was rough and my mouth was rough. I also had a high score for the good product and the unexpected care.

Blueness is also noticeable in that it has only just become twenty, but considering Elma's "friend" - and hence the age equilibrium as a lover candidate - it can also be said to be acceptable.

(Although it is gentle and bold to behave without worrying about identity differences, at the same time, I feel that I am carefully calculating my standing position and the distance from the surroundings. It has good guidelines and strength enough to hide them on the outside. Men like this are so dry in nature. My younger brother. Gemini, if you say astrology)

While smiling at the gavel, he thinks of such a thing in a frustrating way.

Because Liesel is a woman (...), she tends to enjoy applying people to divination, but at the same time, her personality analysis is sharp.

You will comprehensively gather information about your choice of words, tricks, gaze movements, and how to sit, and grasp the nature of your opponent while you look at it.

The con artist Morgan was skillful, but Rezel was more dynamic by adding it to the unconscious element of "women's intuition."

(Woman habit... is quite appropriate. However, I can feel honesty. While you're a lover, you're the type that spares no effort. I mean, "while I'm interested in someone else," but... that might bother me a little.)

Within a sip of wine, Riesel was struck by Lucas's approximate history of love and the cause of the end of love.

Probably a boring personality.

In addition to the original nature, you can truncate the opponent without hesitation, without dragging emotions from the arrogance that has always been on the "side of choice".

"Daughter (Elma)" raised by herself with hand-salted salt, I don't know if she will get bored early like those ordinary girls, but even if it is possible, it is heartfelt that she wants to wipe it away.

(If you play with my lovely Elma like those women, I will twist and crush her from the inside. Still... if you crush it clean, you might as well be my slave.)

There was no contradiction between the father's relentless attempt to defeat the man who approached his daughter (...) and the desire of a woman who nodded in front of a good man.

Now that Lucas has wine in his mouth at the same time, he is certainly beginning to forgive Rezel more than he did earlier.

It's time to move on subtly to his own topic.

Listen and admire the story, and first raise your favor and trust.

There is no such thing as a smooth brainwashing or implication that draws out a man's desire.

If Rezel wants it, everybody on the continent will crawl beyond gender and reach out for love.

(--If there was only one person who couldn't reach out, it would be that woman.)

There was a glimmer of a proud whore behind her head, but Rezel wiped out her thoughts without blinking.

What we have to deal with now is the colored man in front of us.

You may whisper the words of love, or you may propose for fun.

(Elma, do you get shocked? But that's a necessary lesson. I'll comfort you later - about you and Lucas)

Inside, the witch lifted her lips gently, but only gently on the surface, and Riesel shook the wine glass with "delicious".