The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Lucas slightly stirred Elma's hair up slowly, and even drowned out her astonishing sigh.

"You guys think too much so you can do anything. Think more simply."

"Simply....?

Repeating the words, Elma shook her dawn eyes anxiously.

No brainwashing, no fraud.

Destruction and purification are meaningless.

So, what do we do now?

"It's settled. In Shaba, if you have too much in your hands, you ask people to do it."

"Ha...?

Elma was gloomy.

"So, tell me what's going on, keep your head down, and ask me to split the blood from you. Ask for help, not fraud, brainwashing, or robbery. I'll do it. I'll do it. That's the only way."

Elma lowered her eyebrows as she was told.

"Oh no...."

A way to be realistic without too much twist.

I can tell by myself that I've only spent about a year in Shaba. This is not "normal."

"Whether in Frenzel or Aurelia, the demons were the object of avoidance. In Shabaa, is it neglected by the Devil? I wonder why that will help us awaken the demon king... and 10,000 people..."

Elma pointed out that Lucas said, "Really?" and raised one end of her lip pleasantly.

"In Frenzel, you used to make the moth - the head of the devil's family - admit that it was a beautiful and beneficial existence. He solved the hearts of thousands of Frenzel's people, who hated the devil the most in Luden. And I can't believe they're gonna help me?

"That's...."

"It's not just Frenzel. In Aurelia, the most sacred being was Fu. That's not the only person who will cooperate fully with you. My mother, Juliana, a former Lalande aristocrat and a citizen, a Ramadier chef who connects with the nobles and citizens of Montaigne, a Dennis Saint Doctor who has recently been treated in an orphanage, and Yoran Svaldo, a passionate fan from all over the world...."

Lucas named himself Irritable.

All of them have a lot of influence that hundreds of people would be happy to follow if they moved a finger.

It's hard to collect 10,000 blood with seven sinners.

Ten thousand will surely be gathered if they turn to all the close men for help and if they turn to all the surroundings.

Lucas held his shoulders up to the great sinners who started staring seriously at us.

"I'm not ordering you to drain all your blood. I'm just asking you to give me a drop, like sticking your fingertips with an embroidered needle. To save a girl in need of blood before her dying mother. It's a very kind girl, too."

So he leaned his head toward the great sinners who had shown a challenging attitude toward Lucas.

"Plus, it is. There are hundreds of letters exchanged overnight in jail (pigeons), techniques for quickly recovering living blood, and the mysterious power to soften up Elma, your creatures. Even if Elma awakens as the Devil King, she will certainly be able to contain it, as will the Heroes and Warriors of the Ages. Still..."

He lifted his neat eyebrows cleverly and smiled lightly.

"Prisoners can't do this much?

――……

Faces instantly flushed his face. It's not the expression that trembles with shame.

More excitement and a fighting face.

But only Elma was still shaking her eyes anxiously in a vibrant space.

"... is that so..."

"What do you want?

"Well... is it really just a request, not a natural or animal act... that people can help me with?"

This would be an indication of how much she does not depend on others on a daily basis.

The act of unilaterally benefiting the surroundings seems at first glance devotional and abstinent, but its attitude of not expecting reciprocal relationships from the outset is a form of arrogance.

Lucas opened his mouth to object, but sooner than that, the girl's voice struck in one ear.

I'll lend it to you.

It's Irene.

She stuck herself in Elma with a burning expression.

"At least I can help. No wonder my friends are in trouble. I can help you not just with your friends, but with your friends. If I care about my friend and believe in him."

In this situation, she dyed her cheeks red enough to make her feel angry.

"Elma, we - the Shabaab can't do as much as you. We can't, so we can count on each other. Feel free, just like you deserve it. Because it's" normal. "

Irene took Elma's hands and gripped them tightly.

"I've been meaning to say it for a long time. You have to rely on us more. Believe me."

…………

Elma's eyes are open.

Elma stared silently at Irene, telling Lucas, "If you can't believe it yet," in a playful way.

"For example, why don't you bring Miss Deborah here? Frenzel is close to here, and she'll be there any minute. You just have to look at the reaction directly."

It's a confident tone.

Elma bit her lips slightly and then snapped her fingers.

"Dear Deborah, Camon."

"Wow!

"Faster than expected!!

As soon as I finish snipping my fingers, Byrne! And the library door opened, and Lucas of the temple slightly.

Sweat and rain crawled through his full-bodied chest, and whoever appeared breathlessly was Countess Deborah von Frenzel.

Deborah, who arrived flat at an impossible speed, said, "So what kind of mechanism is this...?" Irene moaned.

"Hah, hah... ah, well, since around noon today, I've learned that Elmael-sama is nearby, so I've been pilgrimaging the Holy Land of Elmael-sama, if there may be a call. If you do, you're right!

Deborah scratched up the wet ponytail and proudly boosted her chest.

"I came running in the rain ashamed of Elmael's First Apostle!

"Are you running!? Not a summons!?

"Huh? What other means of transportation do you have besides running?

When Irene slipped in, Deborah straightened her neck.

Well, it is worthy of the title of the First Apostle and has already departed significantly from "normal".

Deborah tightened her expression and knelt in front of Elma, approaching Irene, who was stunned by the character of the first lady she met.

"Thank you for your time, Elmael. What would you like to do today? What can I do for you, you faithful Deborah?"

"Do I have orders? Well... it's going to be a long story, but there's only one thing I can do about it..."

"What an effort... I see, I understand the details."

"So how!?

Irene screams again to the two perfectly connected with each other in a slight exchange.

But Deborah stood up all the time and looked too serious, so she stunned.

Deborah was staring straight at Elma, not with her usual intoxicating eyes, but with her pure will.

"Elma. I'm glad. When Elma is in trouble, you can rely on her like this."

"Eh...?

"As a first apostle, and as a close friend with many fears. I... will definitely respond to your wishes."

She smiled as if to blow up Elma's patrol.

"You have blood, right? As many human beings as possible. Leave it to me. The 2,500 people of Frenzel are on your side."

…………

One quarter of the required number.

Elma was obliged without hesitation to make a big difference in the number of battle stations.

Deborah was watching it with a smile.

"There's nothing to make. In order to cultivate the moths you taught me the other day, people constantly enter and leave the lord's mansion in Frenzel day and night. In the last six months, I and Kevin have interacted with all my people and there are no more people in my territory."

During the idle period of viticulture, Frenzel was a full-fledged promoter of the moth business.

The result is unprecedented profit for all citizens. Now, the moth is a symbol of the future and success, and the relationship between the lord's family and the people is better than ever.

"Did Deborah and the others change Frenzel so much...."

"No, you changed it, Elmael."

Deborah gently narrowed her earth-colored eyes and gently took Elma's hand.

"Six months ago, you did us a miracle. That's why we're just paying you back for that little favor. Proceed on your own."

Incidentally, the number of Elmael statues in the territory also increased to ten, and Elma stared back at Deborah with a smile.

I didn't want the statue to be honest - if you believe her words.

"... can I rely on you...?"

"Of course, it's a small, trivial, 'normal' thing."

Seeing Deborah wink cleverly, Elma finally decided.