The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

This is the first queen selection meeting in roughly decades in Rouden.

The first day was a fine day when the sun was shining brightly in winter.

"Thank you so much for the full staff....."

Irene, who sat down in one of the audience seats, looked around whispering.

What they had now was an outdoor theater outside the royal palace.

Designed to accommodate large numbers of people, the sound of the bell tower installed just next door is too loud to be used at night at all times.

But this time, the number of people should have taken precedence.

People were packing excitedly in the theater, which had been open for lunch for a long time.

The theater is circular and has seating in a bowl so as to overlook the central stage.

Naturally, it is the relatives of the candidates and dignitaries from various countries who sit closer to the stage. Among them are nobles of high spirits.

And far from the stage, citizens and servants of the royal castle are also allowed to participate on the outer perimeter.

Irene sewed between her duties as a maid and managed to secure a seat.

"There are also food and beverage vendors, and even brochure sales and betting are authorized... Speaking of open royalty, that sounds good, but it's not just a spectacle. I wonder what your Majesty thinks of your Queen's Selection Board."

As soon as she sat down, Irene raised her eyebrows to the voice of the salesman hanging from the crowd.

I don't think it's a royal castle at all.

No, if it had been Irene, she would have definitely jumped her chest, loaded the brochure and circled it with a red pen.

However, I don't think my best friend is inadvertently active, and I can't predict winning the horse with breath.

Thank you for meeting Elma, but I feel that my worries about this hand have increased.

In a brochure that was given to the neighbor, above Elma's name, she said, "Most popular!" I noticed the comment, and Irene frowned.

At the screening meeting, I hear that the audience will count as a vote.

Elma has grown in popularity not only among servants but also outside the castle due to her great success so far.

What happens if their backup pushes Elma behind her back?

The queen would have been better if the biased superior nobles had nominated the superior noble lady in the secret chamber.

"Never be active, Elma...."

"Ahhn, I'm looking forward to Elmael-sama's great work."

And a pleasant voice came from the seat behind me diagonally.

Turning around, Deborah stared at the brochure.

She tightened the bee on her forehead and raised a fan decorated with "Elmael-sama" on both hands, causing the person next to her to get involved and raise the drawstring.

"Hey...! What are you doing!?

"Of course, it's Elmael-sama's support. Yes, Placard"

"I don't need it!

Irene immediately turned down and stared at the opponent.

"Hey, Deborah, are you serious about supporting Elma? What if she really stands back?

That's good again.

Deborah checked the angle of the bee and said, "Fufu."

"I am prepared to pledge allegiance, whether Elmael is the demon king or the saint. What do you mean, you can't fit into the wife of a human king? Though you seem to be stepping in with His Highness Lucas, it is not worth caring about a man whose heart cannot be turned around by Elmael."

Elma First Socialist, she is unshakeable.

Irene was unexpectedly overwhelmed and lost her sight.

In a venue where nobles, citizens, and foreigners are mixed, the elite Knights are guarded.

As she turned away from the stage, she found Lucas standing on the stage sleeve without expression, and Irene raised her eyebrows with regret.

"Because... This is crazy."

Lucas has been with Elma since she came to the castle.

He brought Elma into the castle, he ran to wipe his ass every time he softened his body, and he did all the rude King's orders together.

For Irene, Lucas always had to be with Elma.

"Elma is cheating on me, and you and I are stuck together... so it's finally a one-set. Elma without His Highness beside her is as strange as Liva. It's impossible, it's unnatural, it's a fake!

"I don't understand the claim because I'm a Liva tolerant person."

The air between you and Deborah is suddenly ruthless.

Suddenly the tension rose and the guests around rang their throats.

They are the ones who have the best understanding of both claims.

Looking around the rigid perimeter, Deborah gently pointed towards the stage.

"I mean, look at that. Even though Elmael noticed that His Highness Lucas was in a bad mood, he didn't move. That is, Elmael-sama's heart. Isn't it?

At the tip of the finger, the candidate is now beginning to rise to the stage.

Elma, who stood at the rear, naturally noticed Lucas standing on her sleeve and bowed to her eyes, but she was not easily ignored.

Elma stares at Lucas for a while.

Eventually, as if nothing had happened, I dropped my gaze on the balt I was holding, and my cheeks clasped with love. After all, he liked the feeling a lot.

"It's not like I'm stroking...! I mean, I'm not hugging the baby proudly at the screening meeting...!

Irene cried out to heaven.

When it comes to Elma, even on this occasion when competing for the top of a woman, she looks like a dumpling glasses in her usual maid's clothes.

More than that, it is too unusual in that it is accompanied by children.

No, but on the contrary, I might be out of the selection board as soon as possible because of my child-friendly style.

Irene aroused his heart, but his hope was crushed by the words of Deborah.

"Ahh... I can see... I can see the light of mercy that emanates from the present Elmael-sama...!

Instead, the smile toward the embraced balt looks more divine and conspicuous than ever.

"Hey, look at that. I can even see through the glasses, that maternal shine... is that her child...?

"Looks like he's an old brother. But that doesn't matter anymore... even the sights are noble..."

"It feels like a homeland....."

"It was just the life I wanted to have with her baby....."

Palms gently stroking the forehead, sometimes poking fingertips on the cheeks naughtily.

Gently drawing an arc everywhere, the mouth instantly solves the heart of the viewer.

The audience was nailed to Elma, a sixteen-year-old bachelor and already overwhelmingly maternal.

As long as the queen refers to the status of "Mother of the Nation", isn't she enough?

Even such a pioneering atmosphere floats.

Irene trembled.

"Ahn no fool... how long have you been raising your maternity level in six months...?"

"It's time to reach Notre Dame level...."

I feel desperate for Deborah's slender gavel.

(I knew it, I can't do this...)

After all, we need Lucas in this situation.

If he doesn't come in with me, I won't be able to help you.

Elma will keep digging graves at a tremendous speed, and Irene will shake the stress gauge.

Three days after the selection meeting, Elma will be a brilliant queen.

Irene moisturized her eyes with horror and stared at the two men downstairs.

Both Elma and Lucas now seem to be turning their backs on each other and totally ignoring each other.

(Both of you... ah, wouldn't that be the case!?

Learn to sing and dance and learn to be a woman. Speaking of which, Elma is the daughter of an amateur.

It would be impossible for such a woman to reach a normal level without being active.

"Nh, I can't watch anymore...!

"Ah, Irene, where are you...?

Irene stood up kicking her seat and ran to the stage sleeve.

"I am happy to have a large crowd of people gathered today. Thank you very much. Uh, now, let's start the selection meeting because it's cold and long. Today, on the first day, I want each of you to perform a trick called this. As for me, I want the woman who becomes my wife to have a special technique that strikes people's minds."

On the stage, after Felix's unmotivated opening speech, the selection meeting finally began.

Nearly fifty candidates come up to the stage one by one from their sleeves at the same time as they are called names.

It seems that the introduction of candidates and the performance of the arts will be done in one go.

From the princess of a small country to the daughter of a luxurious merchant, no, the maid of the royal palace.

It was an overwhelming quote that beauties of different ages, of different identities and nationalities, would show off their performances one after the other.

"That princess's singing ability... is the first time I've been singing a song... I can no longer feel the story of the dance of the Countess two years ago, and the weight of the gold nugget of the luxury merchant's daughter is very profitable...."

Anna is completely overwhelmed waiting for her turn on stage sleeves.

No matter how arrogant she was, she grew up in the prisoner's quarters of the border, and then in a cathedral isolated from Sakuji.

I was simply surprised by the highest standards of art in King's Landing and skills I had never seen before.

Every time a jury of kings, nobles, and civilian representatives placed a high score tag, she roared and saw it.

But Elma, who sat next to her, did not waver her greedy stance.

Instead, he gently rocked Balt in his arms and spoke calmly.

"Don't worry. Of course, everyone has an excellent skill, but the dance Anna performs is the best in the world. And Baltan's smile is the best in the universe."

Say such a thing...... Besides, there are a lot of dance candidates. It's a mixture of steps I've never seen before, like a windstorm... I can't believe Luden was such a big dancer. "

Oh, because it's been a boom for about a year.

When he once captured Clement, he didn't know that Luden's social dance was in the middle of a revolution, inspired by Elma's spinning cone and inspired by Countess Caroline, who was good at dancing.

Elma laughed gently at Anna, who frowned in confusion.

"It's okay. Look at the evidence. Baltan said earlier," Be confident, Anastasia. All you have to do is overflow the emotions that drive your soul. I'm just staring at the stars that shine inside your heart. "

That's what he's saying!?

─ Well, aren't you staring at Anna-sama with an inclusive look that you're about to say?

It's no encouragement!

With so much super-interpretation, Anna put her hands into her hair.

The rough tone is a sign of anxiety.

"Hey, are you really going to let me win? Of the 50, at least the top ten must remain.

In the end, the instruction Elma gave Anna over the past two days included flexible gymnastics, strength training, yoga for meditation, and ambush experiences.

Regardless of the first half, the end has nothing to do with dancing.

I was pressured by Elma's might and followed her, but I was anxious to find out if I had made these two days a delight.

Elma!

That's when I heard a chopped voice.

It was Irene who came to the stage sleeve to cut people apart.

"Elma, reconsider now. I don't know if it's singing, dancing, handicrafts, or surgery, but there's no way your performances are in the" normal "domain. I see a future where you beat the all-10 rating with a splash."

Apparently, they're here for the final persuasion.

Does that mean that this Elma girl is so capable?

Elma replied indifferently as Anna watched the conversation silently.

"Don't worry. After all, in the past six months, my skills have been quite dull due to parenting. I'm going to sing a song, but I wonder if the level has fallen significantly since six months ago."

Irene regains a slight sense of calm while looking confident.

Well, Elma has six months of handicap.

And no matter how extraordinary a song is, people close to the royal palace have heard Elma's reputation, so the level should be woven into it.

The hurdle will be quite high.

"Shh... can I trust you?

"Of course, I always make my song look 'normal'."

When Elma said it out loud, her name was just called.

Here we go.

Elma headed quietly to the stage, holding Bart as usual, with Irene holding her hands together, and Anna watching with her arms together.

"Entry number 22, Elma. Sing a song."

Walking to the center, Elma greets and tells graciously.

Her multitude is famous.

The audience stopped and stared at the stage with their eyes shining on expectations.

The enchanting singing voice that I once showed in Frenzel that even the devil could follow.

Or is it a strange and gorgeous chant worthy of her manipulating the tuna?

Expecting something gorgeous, the audience excitedly punches.

However,

-----Larala....

After a deep breath, what reached their ears was a delicate, nose-like voice.

Good night, Barton.

Your needles are all over us.

Unskilled, just a quiet song.

Yes - it's a babysitter song.

"This choice of babysitting songs at the Queen's Selection Board....!

"And I'm worried about the end of the lyrics...?

The audience was confused.

Not at all a fiercely heartbreaking singing voice that I expected from my previous reputation.

But...

"... what...? It's kind of...."

"It's so calm....."

"I wonder... suddenly, I'm sleepy..."

Curiously, as soon as I heard the melody, the audience had a calming sensation of heartbeat...

Like the balt in Elma's arm, the eyelids slowly descend.

No, it's not just human audiences.

"Peele lululu... lulu..."

"Kurururu... lu..."

Even birds dancing overhead and pets squatting at the foot of the guest seat fall down one after the other or start to sleep.

Even the surrounding trees loosen the branches without a heart.

By the time I saw it, there was a tightly diving crowd, centered on Elma.

"It's true that my skill level as a song may be dropping... but I'm not getting any more skills in strange directions!

After six months of polishing up, the babysitter song is no longer effective when it comes to the soul anthem "Le Québem" spinned by the Virgin.

Instead, Irene collapsed from her knees before singing a song that deviated from the boundaries of art and evolved into the realm of sacred art.