The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Looking at the awakened Elma, Deborah narrowed her eyes to divinity,

"If you turn evil into holy... you've embodied the truth of the world..."

I fainted gently with a smile that was about to ascend to heaven.

"Ah, yes... that's what he (...) was like..."

Looking at the overwhelming face, only Gilbert thinks nostalgically.

To his daughter, who had a transcendent atmosphere, he appeared to overlap with his former friend.

"Or... is that you...?

Being too far away from people looks more like a demon king than a girl named Elma has changed her personality anymore.

Gilbert, who had kept his spiritual balance for as long as he could, stretched out his hand toward Elma.

…………

The ancient lost language must be his name.

Gilbert narrated it with a squeezy voice and raised his eyebrows tightly.

"I'm sorry.... this is what happened to your precious woman."

Was the word meant for my daughter or for my old friend?

Elma stared at Gilbert with dark red eyes that made her feel more divine than mischief.

Occasionally, the wind of fluffiness and magic soothes your hair.

Gilbert grabbed his fist and leaned down.

"... will you forgive me? Do I deserve to love her?"

It's probably a conflict that he's kept inside his chest ever since this disturbance happened.

The thoughts finally revealed by the silent ex-husband were gathered in a gruesome voice.

Elma doesn't know what promises were made between her father, who was a demon, and Gilbert.

However, the words to return were spoken naturally.

"... I told you. I believe it."

It was a strange feeling, like my own words, like I was speaking for someone else.

Gilbert's blue eyes open.

Elma nodded with a strange nostalgia in that bright hue.

"I'll help you. So - please do the rest."

It must be Elma's own words.

But at the same time, someone's words.

Rin, gentle - the brave man in front of you and the woman across the door, who loved her very much.

Elma raised her head and stared out the door like she was attracted to something.

As he gently raised his brilliant eyebrows, he stepped out of the tank with his barefoot toes without hesitation.

Red blood dripping from the tip of your finger touches the stone floor and instantly creates a blurry and complex pattern.

Every time Elma stepped on her feet, the bloody pattern spread, and it quickly covered everything in the room.

Even though it is made of blood, there is no harm unexpectedly.

Instead, there was only a distracting beauty, like a sculpture of a cathedral built over hundreds of years.

As if that were the boundary, the pattern of blood stretches beyond Elma's path.

Through the door, crossed the hallway, and put his hand on the door of the Hydemarie room - only then, for a moment, the pattern stopped moving in a frightened manner, but as Elma grabbed the knob, it burst and spread around it.

"Mother."

Quiet, open the door.

Hydemarie lay tightly in a space that no longer displayed the appearance of dense forests.

Gilbert was distracted by the fact that he was away from the side for the ceremony. Without hiding his painful state, he raised his eyebrows tightly.

Still, as Elma's fingertips stroked her sweaty forehead, she opened her eyes and tried to smile aggressively.

"Oh..."

However, as soon as she saw Elma, her lips, which were supposed to lift both ends, slightly opened.

Hydemarie stared seriously at her daughter's crimson eyes.

…………

The name of the man who muttered a little.

When Hydemarie relaxed, it was time to smile.

However, it is not the queen's smile that never shows weakness - it is a childish smile that forgave the heart.

"... you came to pick me up?

"No"

So Elma denies it outright.

I carefully extended my arms to my mother, who was breathing roughly, and then I hugged her with a loose wave of hair.

"I'm here to retain it. To save your mother and your belly."

As soon as I touched it, the sacred power and magic rebounded against each other, and sparks scattered.

The plants surrounding the Hydemarie attacked Elma all at once, and the pattern of blood spreading around Elma also grabbed it.

"------ku..."

The first scream of pain leaks from the mouth of the noble prison queen (Hydemarie).

She pushed her daughter back with strong force.

"Stop... please... Elma, you're going to get hurt...!

"Yes, it's a bit painful."

Elma's white skin, which closely resembles Hydemarie, began to sweat.

"A little bit... quite... quite... incredibly painful..."

"Let go...! Elma....! Listen to your mother....!

Hydemarie resisted, but Elma said, "No!" He shouted, strengthening his arms to hold her.

It was very similar to a toddler who trusted her mother with all her strength - but Elma's eyes, which endured pain, were filled with strong will, not helpless tears.

"Stop it....! I'm sorry I got you into so much pain...!

"Yes, it's painful. Very much, but... this is the pain your mother has been experiencing."

"Elma....?

"Fifteen years ago, your mother gave birth to me fighting the magic of a rebellious fetus. And now you're still fighting the same suffering all by yourself.... please share this pain with me."

It is the Virgin herself who embraces and whispers to those who have let their power run wild.

However, instead of smiling kindly, saying, "It's okay now," Elma offered her mother a tough face.

"And don't pretend like you're going to die alone."

"Elma...."

"Mother, I am arrogant."

Ugh, the blood pattern swells up a lot.

The vegetation, which seemed furious, gradually began to lose momentum, as if pressured by it.

"Mother said. It is' normal 'for parents to die before their children. It's" normal "to lose your life in childbirth and to get old. So accept it. But, Mother. I think..."

Elma's eyes glowed red.

- Bwah!

At the same time, the bloody pattern that was attacking the plants swallowed the room with great momentum!

"This is not 'normal' at all."

"---... ah..."

Suddenly, the rough sanctity that was whirling through the body disappeared (...), and Hydemarie turned her throat over.

The vines that covered the room, the branches, and the flowers all melted away into fragments of light.

Elma firmly held back the body of her mother, who lost her strength.

And I kept whispering.

"Mother, because I learned. The common sense in prison is that what mothers call 'normal' was not 'normal' at all in Shaba. Unlike normal people and normal people... there are only a few people who are" normal. "

Elma's eyes also lost redness and returned to their usual dawn sky shade.

Her breathing became rough, her skin seeped with countless sweats, and her big eyes were filled with tears.

"Mother's 'normal' is not my 'normal'. Because I want to help my mother. I want him alive. So... even if you hate me, it's my" normal "job to help my mother!

Finally, as he shook his voice, Hydemarie slowly raised her face and stared at Elma like she saw something incredible.

A daughter who has always honestly embraced her mother's world.

For the first time in this prison, a twisted, submissive believer in the "normal" of others is about to rebel.

"Elma...."

Hydemarie slowly stretched out her hand and gently stroked her daughter's cheeks, which were still marked by tears.

I told you I'd give you a lot of compliments if you obeyed your parents.

What a wonder.

"You've... grown up..."

I'm so glad to be rebelled against.

Hydemarie turned her slender arm and hugged her body tightly.

"Elma, I'm so glad you're growing up."

"Mother....."

"And that's why I'm asking you right now."

Huh?

Hydemarie responded with a sweaty smile to her lovely, eye-catching daughter.

"I'm leaving (...) in three seconds. Can you take it?

"Eh...!?

Long time no see, my daughter's surprised face.

I've been preached, but we're still the ones waving her around.

Exactly three seconds later, the cheerful voice echoed in the ears of the people who prayed with their hands together.