The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

For Elma, mother was the world itself.

The prison queen Heidemary is more beautiful, more powerful, proud and loving than anyone else.

Elma was more than happy that she gently stretched the fiber toward herself, and she undoubtedly swallowed any words she directed at herself.

If you sing, the earth moves, or if you look at it, people fry, so it's "normal".

Because that's what my mother said.

(But....)

Elma shook her eyes as she quickly put together the vines that were about to break through the wall without sexual punishment.

"Mother, is this a 'normal' situation...?

Behind her gaze was a mother sleeping with her eyebrows raised.

The plants surrounding the room were properly "treated" by Elma.

Specifically, the strength of the Mad Warrior pulled it off, put it together, or, like Dr. Mad, weakened the momentum of growth with medication.

Surprisingly, whispering to plants to imply some obedience.

In the end, Elma stood beside Hydemarie lying on her bedside, staring at her mother's face while her arms were fiercely attacking the plants.

"Mother, I... I don't understand."

It is an unusual sight, such as the abnormal growth of plants surrounding the high demarcation, but in light of the mother's words that "hopefully the mountain will grow", maybe this is also the scope of "normal".

Either way, seeing her face for the first time caused Elma's anxiety to get worse.

"Mother, what should I do? What am I supposed to do?"

When she finally wetted her eyes like a abandoned child,

"... El, Ma"

Fu, suddenly Hydemarie lifted her eyelids.

Mother!

"... hey, listen.... actually, I was surprised to hear that it's normal for me to take salt from a dragon."

"... I wonder if that's the right thing to confess by waking up and shaking your voice, Mother."

Elma was confused.

At the same time, however, this mother who was completely unconcerned with the surroundings and the situation felt like her usual mother and was strangely relieved.

Hydemarie scratches her forehead like nothing happened.

While lying down, she looked up at Elma like a prank, as if she were embarrassing a small child who had sneaked into the bedroom, and glanced lightly with a smile.

"Why are you looking so worried? My lovely eyes are moist."

"That's because...."

"Hey, don't worry. This is a common occurrence. It's normal."

The voice rang the bell.

The tone also restores the usual smoothness, and does not make you feel any shards such as being in a corner.

Hydemarie lightly spinned her words before her daughter could say anything back.

"That's right. Speaking of confessions, one more thing. You know, I was actually a candidate for the Virgin Mary. And even more sacred powers run wild because of pregnancy, and they're dying soon."

Elma was suddenly stiffened by a gap between too casual and shocking content.

"... eh?

"And then, you really are a demon tribe... and more specifically, the daughter of the demon king. If you wake up or drink alcohol lightly, your eyes will inadvertently turn red, so be careful. However, if you drink too much, the blood of the Virgin will run wild this time, so you should be more careful."

Hydemarie talks cheerfully.

There was no sad story of the past, no detailed explanation of the circumstances.

She just briefly stated the facts, and when she saw her daughter stunned, she smiled bitterly.

"... I'm sorry. I've never had the experience of leaving anything behind on the floor of death, so I can't figure it out. The plan was to die without your help. Actually, I'm a little upset."

As soon as she heard the words, Elma had the feeling that the thin thread that had never been conscious before would lead to a single thread.

"... Mother. Did you know from the moment you got me out of jail... that this was going to happen?

…………

"So, you said you shouldn't come back until you know Shaba's 'normal'...?

Hydemarie laughed loosely and did not answer.

But if Riesel had been here, he would have been breathtaking.

--Even a king with wealth and power can't beat life. Parents can't live longer than their children.

The motive for Elma's exile, as Hydemarie once told us.

I wonder if it was due to such a clear "prediction" rather than just imagination.

Hydemarie blinked slowly and eventually looked up at Elma straight.

"I don't like tearful goodbyes. So just let me tell you what's coming."

While asking for permission, it is a substantive order.

After all, Hydemarie spoke smoothly in an open tone to the queen.

"There is a great amount of holy power swirling in my body now. Some of this stuff is overflowing. If you touch me, I'm sure your sanctity will also 'awaken'. So don't touch it as much as you can."

It's as if it's a faint word that explains how to handle a product.

Eyes have strength, voices have tension.

But - Hydemarie hasn't been waking herself from her bedside for a long time.

No, Elma's the only one.

She can't even get up.

"Now... I don't know what you mean, I'm holding back my strength. I don't want you to look different. But I'm sure that's until dawn. My body is at its limit, where I can become an old woman and cut it off."

So Hydemarie smiled beautifully as if the flowers were broken.

"But that's fine. So we can finally finish this runaway and get the baby out of here safely. I'd really like to rip your belly out right now, but... even if you cut it, it'll be blocked by the side of the cut."

The light voice tone is behind the abdomen, and the indigo eyes have an abundance that only those who have decided to prepare.

She gently reached out to Elma, who couldn't say anything.

"Because you were magical, I survived your birth. After that, I've enjoyed my life for fifteen years. Lucky woman, isn't she?... hey, don't cry. Don't be anxious. It's okay, it happens all the time - it's" normal. "

But your fingers never reach your cheeks, as you said.

Elma's cheeks, where tears began to spread, returned quietly to the bed without following her white fingers.

"It's 'normal' for parents to die before their children. The fact that they still lose their lives in childbirth. I often hear that a dead mother was much older than she thought she was. So Elma, don't be afraid."

A calm voice, a beautiful smile.

The world my mother speaks of is always gentle.

If she swallows the "normal" she has just shown here, as always, Elma will be saved.

But...

"Mother..."

"Well, you can't help but be surprised. I am also very surprised whenever I find out that the 'normal' I thought was different from the surroundings. The dragons, the salt."

"Mother."

"That's why Elma, don't cry. You've been surprised to see all sorts of" normal "things out there. Along with that. You may be surprised, but you don't have to be anxious, because it's 'normal'. Trust me, accept it. Then your mother will praise you a lot."

Every time Elma showed off the "normal" she wore in Shaba, she gladly narrowed her eyes.

I'm sure she would gladly close her eyes if Elma had honestly accepted this "normal" - her mother's death.

With the most beautiful smile in the world.

Even on the floor of death.

"Mother...."

Still.

The moment Elma squeezed her fist, the door to her room opened at the same time.

Elma!

Lucas.

He shouted with a light of hope in clear blue eyes like the sky.

"Come to the library immediately! I'm sure we'll find some help to save your mother!

Lucas tried to devote his time to explaining how he had travelled through the vast prison.

Running in the hallway together at night, he opens his mouth carefully.

"Her Majesty the Queen Wang Tai's insights have made it possible to foresee your mother's symptoms. You may not believe this, Elma, but your mother actually..."

"You were a candidate for the Virgin Mary, right? So, a huge amount of sanctity created a state of over-recovery due to pregnancy, which is still happening. I just heard from him."

"I see. So, as a countermeasure, I decided to use a huge amount of magic to sharpen my sanctity. So, Elma, your cooperation is essential, but why you..."

"Because I am also the daughter of the demon king. I just heard that."

"Did you hear that!? Or was he a demon king!?

Lucas' concern to convey the origin of the impact to the softest possible way was thrown away by Elma's pale gavel.

Lucas glanced at Elma's side as she couldn't see the upset shards, but she just pulled her poor mouth and blew off the hallway. That's all, it's chopped up.

Still, we managed to find a solution.

Then, in a library packed with wisdom from all over the continent, you can quickly discover the method of magical awakening by using the deviant "search function" to link books.

Elma and the others rolled in and opened the library door.

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

However, when I saw the great sinners who had arrived earlier with uniformly difficult expressions, I cut off the words halfway.

"... what's wrong...?

"Elma, wait a minute. We're all thinking desperately right now."

Horst, who noticed Elma, answered on behalf of him.

However, his condition as he gradually flipped the books and scratched his hair in a frustrating manner showed that the situation was urgent.

"- Hey, what's going on, Irene?

"That's it...."

When Lucas sneaks up to Irene, who was spreading related books together in the corner, she looks up again with a hunted face.

"Waking up magic seems more difficult than I imagined...."

This is what Irene said.

There are several ways to awaken magic - that is, to bloom the magical culture that was lurking in your body.

For example, a method in which a higher demon tribe uses magic to arouse awareness.

But this is the last demonic tribe that Elma's real father has died, and there's nothing you can hope for.

There is also a way to drive the Magic Holder (Elma) into a trap and force him to wake up.

But this was rejected in that Elma was also the daughter of the Virgin, and in her poor "plight" she would rather awaken her in the direction of the Holy Spirit - a guaranteed case in Aurelia.

That leaves one more thing to do.

"Strictly speaking, it seems to be a ritual to honor the intermediate demon tribe as a demon king....."

So Lukas and Elma, who was listening beside her, opened their eyes to what Irene had told them in advance.

"'I will give the blood of a million creatures who wish to awaken their magic'....?

"Yes. Apparently, the amount of blood can be dropped one at a time, but we need a 'number'."

When Irene nodded with a serious expression, Felix, who was turning the page in a uncomfortable manner beside him, carved a cynical smile.

"Well, I interpreted it as a bloody vote (...). The Demon King will take office in a very democratic way. Incidentally, there is a proper rank in the" creature ", and when one drop of pigeon blood is taken as the reference, it is said that it is specified in detail that one drop of goat blood is equivalent to five drops, and one drop of junior beast blood is equivalent to ten drops. Interesting."

Anything is equivalent to a thousand drops of advanced demonic blood.

Lucas came to terms with his half-brother.

"So - who are you!? How many drops of human blood are there!?

"A hundred drops. I mean, if we're going to get through this alone, we're going to have to take 10,000 people's blood. It's also called" Wishing Magic Awakening. "

…………

Lucas remained silent.

It seems to have been considerably less challenging than a million, but it's still not a very realistic number.

"Ten thousand... By dawn....."

Hearing Elma murmuring in a daze, the great sinners deepened the danger of expression.

Yes, it is.

This condition was pointing to only one of their weaknesses, which was off track.

In other words, there are too few contacts with the outside world.

The first thing to rely on in terms of "spontaneous cooperation" is Liesel's brainwashing and Morgan's scams, which require complex and delicate mental manipulation and take time to accommodate only a small number of people.

Isaac, Gilbert, and Holst will be able to steal blood from hundreds of beasts overnight, but "stealing" doesn't make sense, it's not enough.

They are also putting black pipes on dignitaries from all over the country from this prison, but how much "awakened" blood can they get by using them tied up in domination and fear?

Even with all the help - the absolute amount was not enough.

Unexpectedly, Liesel threw the book and chewed her thumb with a tight eyebrow.

"It's not worth it... Me and [Morgan] can make a puppet of a human with 10,000 people, but it'll be dawn by the time he collects blood."

"Our insinuations and fraud can only be effective if we meet up at most 500 people....."

"There's no way I could have bled out the beast... spontaneously..."

"With my Holy Sword, I will destroy only those beasts who will cooperate in awakening."

"I know how to transport blood fresh, but I can't believe I'm a collaborative target... I don't have any friends."

The great sinners are leaning down with a sad look.

"I mean, how much more amazing do I feel about that skill?"

"I agree, but I also understand their despair."

Felix and Irene whispered to each other.

Yes, it is.

No matter how talented their daily abilities are, it makes no sense if they are not used in situations where they need help.

Instead, they're usually the only ones who can solve everything easily, and now they're even more powerless.

In fact, it was always remarkable in the all-powerful Elma.

…………

Elma made her beautiful face white as paper and stood up without words.

There's a problem.

"I'm sorry."

At that time, a loud voice resonated in the library space.

"If you know the situation and how we do it, there's a lot you can do."

It was Lucas who opened his mouth to wipe out the sinking air.