The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Oh, my God.

A refreshing early summer breeze blowing through the window drowned the finger doll, and Hydemarie shouted quietly from the bedside.

When you try to bend over with your hand on the floor to pick it up,

"Hey, Marie. How many times have I told you to stay asleep?"

When I rinsed from the side, my tight arm stretched out and was taken away first.

It is a gill belt that holds the baby in one hand.

He raised his finger doll with the other hand, whilst pampering the child with a completely familiar hand, which was actually attached to the board because he had spontaneously embraced it for more than a dozen hours each day.

"My eyes get tired when I stare at such a fine thing. Let's get this over with."

"Oh, I thought I'd make it a Baldo toy."

"I'm worried about accidental ingestion.... and I feel like it's going to be kind of a magical play."

Gilbert, the prison's most dangerous predictor, quickly threw his finger doll into the bottom of the shelf, whispering a sleigh and disturbing murmur.

Hydemarie sharpened her lips, but it was only the one in the prince's costume that was taken away, so I decided to finish.

The only prince I disliked was his face, which was so dark.

Instead, she decided to arrange the remaining dolls neatly on the floor plan.

Slowly approach the crowned king doll and the black queen doll on the balcony.

Otherwise, the colorful dolls come to the interior of the house with manners.

The knight and maid doll will be released into the pleasant garden.

She was worried about whether to put the adorable princess doll inside the house or in the garden.

"... you decide."

Hydemarie whispered softly and finally decided to let the doll stand at the front door.

"Did you just say something?

"No, I'm just talking to myself."

"Really? You try to confine yourself to something important. Wouldn't it be a spell of world annihilation that I missed? Or a whisper of love for your beloved husband?

Gilbert, who once lost his wife, is now quite suspicious.

Hydemarie smiled and looked up at her husband, who stood still and shook his chin.

"I don't think so. I don't need a spell to destroy the world, and the words of love for you are what I whisper with my eyes."

"... is it not a will that gets you mixed up in your own words?

Seeing an exploratory expression, Hydemarie turned her smile into a bitter one.

Apparently, I've hunted down my loving husband a lot.

She gently took off her hand to get her chin and grabbed it back.

Pull your arms and let your husband sit on the bed with his son named Bardo in his arms.

So she hugged her husband with her slender arms.

"... no. I have no reason to die anymore."

Gilbert is staring at us.

Hydemarie buried her face in her shoulders and closed her eyes.

His neck hits around his cheeks and feels a powerful pulse.

A gentle early summer breeze.

Sweet smelling baby.

A close husband.

A picturesque, "normal" sight.

"... I'm dying again."

I survived.

"I see. I see. And we're going to keep this miraculous time that we've inadvertently won as a" normal "day."

Her voice was always taunting and somehow distressing.

However, for the first time now that the values that lay at the root of her abandonment of life had collapsed, there seeped a pale color of fear.

"... can I be forgiven?"

Little voice.

I'm sure she doesn't want to be forgiven by the gods of Auruism.

Gilbert, who knew his opponent, nodded "Ah" thinking of his (...) straight smile behind his eyelids.

"Of course, that's what he was like."

"... I see."

Your muffled voice answers.

Slightly, Hydemarie woke up and stared at my child, who was sandwiched by her parents and slept quietly.

Don't know, smile spills.

Bardo.

A name with the meaning of God's blessing.

Only myself, my husband, and Elma know the identity and name of that God.

While stroking the soft baby's cheeks, Hydemarie once again whispered, "Yes."

Life that could not have been connected.

Time that could not have lasted.

Daily routines that were supposed to be interrupted sometimes turn upside down with incredible luck, sometimes hiding the connection with a lie or a false paint, and then continue flat next to it.

What miracles are built on the fruits of the days that seem to be solemnly spinning?

"Oh, really, what do you mean, 'normal'?"

While stroking the baby's cheek, the little whisper melted gently into the early summer breeze.

About the same time.

Just the opposite of Felix's victorious Balcony Square, there was a sneak dive through the servant's little back gate.

It's Elma.

She stepped into the royal castle for the first time in three weeks for the day today, but when she saw the success of the operation, she was about to leave the castle with only a small cloth bag.

Two people stopped her from behind.

Wait, Elma.

"Hey....! What the hell is this?

Lucas and Irene had a keen look on their faces.

Breathless Irene was holding the royal castle pass made of copper in his hand.

Elma left it in the dorm room.

"Why... why are you leaving this!?

"I'm sure I'll never come back here again."

Elma's answer to the question is faint.

"Why!"

and aggressively blocked Irene's voice and quickly regained her maid's appearance as a dumpling hair. She leaned her head in trouble, hiding her expression with her glasses.

"I don't care why... This time, it became known to many that I was a demon race, or that I could even become a demon king temporarily. A demon tribe is a person who can throw stones in Shaba. It's up to the fool to think that it's 'normal' to stay here."

"No, not now! I mean, even if I knew you were a demon, I still liked you, so a lot of people helped you!? In fact, there is no one who calls you a demon and turns his back on you!

Elma leaned down as if confused to Irene, who immediately replied.

"That's because [laziness] 's fathers obscured the situation.... If I am clearly recognized as a demon tribe for some reason, I think the people who helped me this time will eventually fade to its gravity."

Apparently, it was her behavior as a result of thinking about things like common sense and public annoyance.

"Besides, it's still very difficult to deal with this way of saying 'it was everyone's early birthday' while you provided me with blood... For one thing, I think it's normal for you to leave Shabaa purely as a joke."

The tone is slow, but full of determination.

Seriously, she must have thought through and come to this conclusion while holding her thoughts forward and twisting them three and a half times.

"It's not all that bad. My brother Bardo is really cute, and I don't feel like I can go back to the royal castle with too much back hair just from the holidays that His Majesty has admitted. After retiring properly, I will take advantage of the experience gained here and raise my younger brother" normally "and honestly... it would be very happy if I lived those days."

If they smile like that, Irene and the others can't easily say it back.

However, the only question that really bothered her was that she had to bump into a colleague.

"... just in case, what does Elma think of 'normal' parenting?

"Huh? It's not big at all, it's really normal. If you can properly secure the ingredients from the upper mantle with your own strength, and remember to respect the person in front of you and to lead and take care of the people in the continent, and say thank you in 50 languages, first of all, can you do that? She's not even a year old."

"Idiot!

Then, it turned out to be a screaming feather.

"What insane creatures are we going to raise? Elma, you still don't understand" normal "at all!

--hey

As Irene shook Elma's shoulders violently, Lucas, who had listened before, opened his mouth.

"Just to be clear, what are you trying to do to get back to Valzer because you think it's normal for the Demons to leave Shaba?

"Eh?...... yes"

As she approached, Elma pulled her chin slightly.

Lucas lifted up the edge of her mouth and took her arm, gently mouthing her white fingertips.

I see.

"Ah, you know, if you take such action, I don't want you to tunk-"

"I thought I told you before... well, if you don't teach me again and again, it's hard for a fool like you to get into 'normal'."

"Idiot?

Without answering the shocked Elma, Lucas whistled with Puy.

"Together, gather (Dumont)!"

--How much.....

From afar, the sound of the earthquake will sound, and it will gradually approach us.

Looking at the sound, Elma opened her mouth softly.

Elmael-sama! Please don't abandon us because you are a demon!

At the beginning, Deborah.

"Wait, Elma! I don't have to admit why I'm leaving this castle except for my retirement!

Don't move, Elma! I can't believe you, the demon tribe is too unexpected about who you are!

Shortly behind, Juliana and Geolk are in the direction of the backyard and the kitchen.

"Elma, please don't go!

You're a good demon too, Muse!

"Would you be interested in taking this opportunity to lead the Holy Magic Agreement, Elma Sister!

Dennis, Joran, Chloe and Aurelia students appeared behind bushes and pillars one after the other.

They were all breathing on their shoulders how desperately they had been running.

"Eh... what kind of mechanism is this...?"

"Hmm, do you understand how we feel about everyday life? I just came running normally."

Lucas smiles like a naughty boy.

Then he leaned his head in a rude manner.

There's more coming.

"Yes...?

"They're only the first. The man who wanted to hold you with the whistle just now is still running towards us admirably."

"Eh...."

Looking at a glimpse of Elma, Lucas turned his expression back to being serious.

He held back his hand and whispered.

"Still can't believe this?

"I, I...."

"Everyone has long accepted that you are slightly outside the realm of man. Still, no, that's why I want to be with you."

I'll be clear.

Lukas is now stuck in Elma's complicated repetition of "a slight deviation..."

Remove the glasses and gently stroke the temples.

"Ah, uh, Your Highness, there's a personal space..."

"Can you please understand? I like you, whether you're a demon or a sinner's daughter. And..."

He squeezed Elma's white hand firmly and smiled invincibly.

"When someone you like leaves, it's normal for Shabaab to do everything in his power to retain them."

――――

I was told not to let him escape, and his dawn eyes were wide open.

However, unlike the last time we were held together on our way home, the big eyes now seeped with emotions other than confusion.

"... um..."

"What is it?"

Some time after Elma was born, the nickname Heidemary gave her was [arrogance].

A prisoner princess filled with overwhelming love and distorted values.

I felt emotions other than the love my family poured into me, and I was so proud that I was able to learn about Shabaab's normal and correct his arrogance a little bit.

(It hasn't healed at all.)

Elma murmured as she felt her cheeks slightly feverish.

"... I'm sorry."

"Why apologize?"

"Because... I'm so happy."

I can't believe I'm glad they're keeping me, even though it bothers so many people.

It's like testing the tolerance and love around you - what an arrogant woman.

Ugh, I chewed my lips and stirred up Elma's hair with lucas.

"Six months."

…………

"In fact, it's true that there aren't enough women in prison. So I'll give you back six months. But I won't admit it any more. After six months, you will definitely come back.... and show me your brother."

…………

Elma raised her face in surprise.

Lucas gazed at Irene and received a bronze pass, pressing it against Elma.

"Don't forget."

"... yes"

A slender finger touches the fearful pass and eventually grips it.

Elma pressed it into her chest and nodded.

Yes, Your Highness.

All the people gathered have serious but warm expressions.

Far away from the balcony square, you can hear the crowd cheering.

Now that a few more people were seen leaving the square and heading towards us, Elma bit her lips in the face.

Oh, I've been blending into this place so much.

(I thought it would be difficult to live in Shaba.)

I would have known where I was.

People who accept existence and reach out like they deserve it.

"Ordinary" days piled up without knowing how troublesome they are, and

"What a lovely thing..."

Elma, who moisturized her eyes and looked up at Lucas, muted herself.

After a beat, they cheered.