The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Ahn

In a dimly lit prison room during the day - a luxurious room located on the top floor of the room - there was a sudden sound of something falling and a light scream.

"It's falling apart."

It was Heidemarie, a former prostitute who was still the mother of two children and boasted a glorious beauty, who murmured in a troubling tone.

Wearing a nasty dress today, she bent over to crush her rich chest and picked up a bunch of paper scattered across the floor.

The rectangular paper, which has spread all over the place, depicts beautiful paintings with golden colors.

It was a majesty that also appeared in religious paintings, but the majority of the paintings were men and women of nobility dressed in dresses and tunics.

Princess and Princess.

Gorgeous palaces, carriages, and wizards.

Yes, this is a world-class paper play that depicts the story in a series of paintings.

"Wow. Unlike books, the page" Nomble "is not shaken. I wonder what order it was."

"You'll just have to line up with the story. Give it to me."

Gilbert, Hydemarie's husband, shouted at her from the back of the room.

He got up from the sofa and tried to help his wife pick up, but he refused.

"Wait. Then it won't be my" training ". Anyway, I want to be able to read" normal ". I have to wear them while they're gone."

Hydemarie lifts her shoulders slightly with her eyebrows in perfect shape.

She deliberately brought paper plays and the like into her room because she was surrounded by the ignorance of the public.

When I was a baby, I was isolated from the outside world as a saint, and since I was a girl, I've been a caged bird in a whorehouse.

She therefore does not know fairy tales, as the mother of the world makes children read them.

Still, during Elma's childcare, she became a girlfriend, connecting information from myths, the Bible, and the Spring Book "The Book of Elos", and deceiving herself about it, but when I tried to tell Balt the same reading, Elma was stopped at the head.

"Mother, I've noticed recently that your mother's reading seems a little out of step from Shaba's."

"Yes, I've never heard of Rapunzel manipulating beautiful hair and killing beasts. Well, that seems good for beauty education, so I left it alone."

"I wondered what happened when I heard Snow White go west looking for resuscitation medication for a poisoned apple. Well, it seems like it would interest me in medicine, so I left it alone."

"I've always wondered if I could hear the glossy reading in my lines..."

And, well, like this.

"That's terrible. Because everyone's reaction was good, I thought this would be good. If it wasn't, you should have told me then."

Hydemarie picks up the paper play one by one as she sharpens her lips and looks back.

Unusual, she was trying to reproduce the story of "Ashenputel" correctly by herself.

"The format of the story (Template) is what I learned all the way through songs and theatre. You know what I mean. Let's start by identifying who the main character is."

Hydemarie put her white fingers on a picture, whispering ashes and ashes.

It depicts a girl dressed in shady ashes facing two wizards.

"I guess the main character is this girl, because it's ashes. But is there such a powerful story as asking a wizard to help you from the beginning?

Heidemary, who had fallen into a whore at times, became the Wife of the Demon King at times, and had always cut open her destiny, leaned her neck strangely.

She looked at the picture for a while and said convincingly, "Oh, I see."

"I'm sure this is something called a mentor. A bond that builds between a girl's struggle and growth, and the wizards that guide her. You have a picture of something like that."

The blue eyes glanced at the painting sparkling.

There, a wizard with a full smile grasped the hands of a shy girl, giving his best regards to his hot blood coach.