The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

(On the second day, this is essentially like the final gate. All the ladies are standing in a pale blue)

As a guard knight, Lucas, who came to the nursing home with him, was watching the selection board from a distance.

Women selected from all over the continent.

Most of the ten candidates, who boasted excellent skill and courage, were now stunned.

That would be the case.

Many of these are boxed daughters who have been cherished in the upper classes.

Even if I learned about poverty in books, I should have had nothing to do with frustrating cold or sick people moaning with pus.

But there are exceptions.

Among them are the daughters of low-status merchants, the daughters of frontier countries, the Earl's Caroline - and Elma.

(My brother-in-law really wants Elma...?

Visit a nursing home for performances.

Both seem to be advantageous issues for Elma.

The half-brother didn't really fall for the opposite sex, but it was very possible that she liked it as a useful token.

(And Elma, too, is not satisfied...?

Remembering Elma, who played an important role yesterday, Lucas raised his eyebrows.

Even though I felt disgusted and returned to my expression with such a gloomy idea, my breath still leaked.

A mysterious girl whose sincerity is difficult to read. That must have been her charm and the part where she was attracted.

But - he thought he was a little tired.

Six months after Elma left Shaba.

What was left of Lucas, who lost a girl like a storm, was a day of peace that was boring.

Everything, but the days within expectations.

I used to sing these days.

Despite being royal, she enters the Knights, runs through battlefields and downtown with friends of the civilian population, and crosses a woman smiling glossy.

It's just supposed to be the same life back, but it doesn't taste good.

I didn't feel like dictating a woman, and finally came home politely to write to the prison without a pattern.

Copywriting schemes were completely repelled by over-protected families, but there was still tension in the situation.

Thanks to my fighting spirit, I was able to enjoy my days without Elma.

However, its modest happiness will rather be thoroughly ravaged when Elma returns for the first time.

Because the reply to the fairly straightforward phrase, "I miss my life without you."

- I understand.

That was all I had to say.

To quote, the daily depiction of irrelevance with my brother continued throughout, and the difference in calories overwhelmed Lucas.

However, Lucas had a woman in her sight.

When I think about it, it was the first time I took my emotions seriously or chose a word to convey them.

But that's the result.

If you think you've been seeing each other for a long time, they're just talking about their brother without looking at us.

Besides, he throws himself out on Felix for his brother.

Extremely desperately, Lucas said, "You don't want it, do you?"

(No, you can't, you can't!

At that moment, Lucas was desperate that his preferences had not been conveyed at all.

No, such bluntness and lack of applause were also her charms, and there had been a passage that had burned the fighting spirit there before, but it really became vain.

I don't know what to do anymore.

(As far as I can see yesterday, I'm going to avoid winning as far as I can... but I don't know what to do.)

Until now, Lucas has desperately obstructed Elma's activities when they led to her crisis.

My voice was rough, and I approached her.

But this time, her mind is the only one in danger.

If she thinks there's nothing wrong with Felix, all Lucas has to do is wait and see.

(Looks like I'm trying to find another candidate.....)

Does it work or not?

(If you ask for help at all, it is the knight who will surely give you his hand - but the person at stake does not ask for help. Do you already know?)

People say, "Surround it."

With his first emotion, Lucas stood still today, the second day, with a nasty expression.

(Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

From her position as a maid, Irene, who was looking at Elma and Lucas, silently shook her hands into her hair.

(Your Highness, what are you trying to ignore!? Elma's face is totally no-problem, and she's banging on Bardo's cheek!

She feels like a mother watching over her childhood acquaintances.

I was hoping that Lucas would calm down, but I wonder if he's completely stubborn. I've decided a lot about this before.

No, as Irene feels, it's hard to blame him for that.

If you keep being held hostage to such an open-minded approach, it will break your heart.

Hey, Elma! I'm still not going to answer your challenge first!

Beyond her gaze, Elma, who had been told the issue, entrusted Bardo to Deborah and leaned towards the nursing home without hesitation.

This is a huge step forward, as most of the other candidates will suck in.

However, to prevent it, two candidates with livers ran after Elma.

Caroline, the merchant's daughter.

Both were dressed at the front door - the caloline who brought out the gloves was so ready - and boldly entered the nursing home.

…………

"Uhh..."

It wasn't until they were calm.

Because the sights in the building were too much beyond their imagination.

An old man's body rotted and pus erupted.

A child whose stomach swelled strangely even though it was thin.

Vomit and excrement spread all over the room, and the sick people lay round and round in the gap.

Even in the cold air, the two unconsciously retreated to a muddy smell.

"This is not a village that used to be a prison camp."

Felix shows his face in a relaxed tone from the entrance to seal off the two escapees.

He added a faint explanation with a strong aromatic herb on his nose.

"Poverty and health care have been quite generous since I took office, but it was the last time that the Sage Doctor, the food, went to this place. It is here that the troubled villagers gathered the sick by cutting off their tails in order to extend the village's life. Well, the causes of their symptoms are cold, hunger, and unhygiene. It's not an infectious disease of a bad nature, so don't worry about it."

So, the fox-like eyes painted a thin smile.

"I just want you to solve this situation.... now, what do you want?

The two swallowed hard saliva.

I know the exemplary actions to be taken.

In fact, you should take care of yourself.

But... with your own hands?

Dirty or pus sick?

The hem of the dress is even hesitant to put on the nausea. There was no way they could have acted concretely.

"Hmm, just ventilate for a moment... and then we'll have enough tools and money to go after it..."

"If you'll excuse me, would you like to move a little to the west side of the room?"

A cool voice blocks the calories who tried to retreat with a whisper.

It was Elma, who stepped into the building late.

Covering her hands with a clean apron, she gently lifted the sick person and moved her dexterity to the east side of the room.

"Hey... hey, you...! The apron is pretty" dirty "!

"You look so fine....."

The other candidates screamed at Elma, who shook her arm into the filth without hesitation.

But Elma just inclined her neck strangely.

"That's right. What the hell is that?

"Something.... Don't you hate it!?

"It's not a question of whether you dislike it or not. However, it is an important observation object.

"Ha!?

To the confused two, Elma cut off her face, even with her glasses on.

"Exhaust" Aaaah "and excrement" Yeah ". Childcare life is just a fight against these things."

…………

I don't know what you're talking about.

In front of the two of them, Elma observed it scattered around the corner of the floor and nodded heavily.

"The condition is negative C, but the amount is good. Good work."

…………

I really don't know what you're talking about.

The candidate unconsciously retreated one step behind her as she saw Elma nodding with a smiling expression on the pile of dirt.

The sick people carried by hand also stared at Elma with incredible eyes.

Elma carefully washed her hands with soap and disinfectant removed from somewhere and stood on one side of the unmanned room near the window.

"Now, let's start cleaning this side of the room."

"Washing...?

People around me tilt their necks.

Because, of course, I didn't even prepare water for the mop.

But Elma just quietly said, "Would those who are beyond the window please move?"

Somehow, when I put a bag with a big mouth in the window, I went back to the center of the room and snapped my neck.

And then...

--Whoa.

Lift your hands high and pull one foot back as if you were starting a dance.

Ha!

With great momentum, it began to spin!

"Ki, kyaaaaaaaa!

"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The intensity of the wind that winds up causes the surroundings, including the sick, to scream.

But behind the momentum, the wind came not unto them, but to the windows, and to the windows.

People who notice it lift their closed eyelids in fear.

So he took a breath.

Once, the genius violinist Yoran made him say, "Physically make you feel the breath of God."

It's just winding up on one side of the room right now, blowing away everything that's scattered on the floor.

For example, nausea.

For example, excrement.

No, that incredible centrifugal force doesn't even get away with dust and bacteria.

Towards the window, people watched the garbage rainbow spreading straight, with a miraculous look on their face.

"Besides, instead of spreading it in all directions with the wind, it blows up the garbage just outside the window... exactly, dynamic high pressure cleaning! That's right, Elmael!

"Ahhh... you idiot...!

With a heart mark in her eyes, Deborah howled at the door and shouted with joy.

And Irene, on the other hand, trembled beside him, and his hands trembled.

(What, it's switched on... oh...!

Though a few days ago, I can tell by looking at Elma recently.

That's when I entered childcare mode.

In other words, it is a state where both reason and common sense are thrown away and thrown with all their strength.

If it came true, I wanted to grab that breasthold and stop it, but unfortunately, she didn't have enough skill to get close to Cone Elma.

Has it been about three minutes?

"Whoa, whoa!" and Elma, who was spinning the spinning noise, sighed and stopped.

Later appeared a smooth stone floor with no trace of hair.

"Even when this building was new, the floor wasn't so smooth...."

The old man whose skin had been irritated groaned.

Now, the stones scraped off by the storm shined like marble.

From his own skin, the pus that covered his whole body has been removed beautifully.

"Hey, hey, Elma..."

"Oops, I can't just leave it to cleaning."

Just now, Irene called out, but Elma, who turned on Childcare, was no longer there. At some point, they were moving to a tactical solution.

"Ah, um, where are you going...?

"I'll go outside and get some wheat and vegetables."

And she smashed the sick who asked her questions into a faint vortex of confusion.

Wheat and vegetables.

In the back of the nursing home, there was indeed an empty land that was once a field, but only weeds can grow there anymore.

Besides, it's winter.

"Haha... did you really think that this nursing home field was proper, that girl?"

"You must be a pretty young lady who thinks vegetables can be harvested all year round."

The remaining sick people were whispering with a bitter smile, but Irene understood.

This is the pretense of the example.

(I know...! He was like, "I wasn't in the backyard, so I went to the village half a mile away to harvest it"....! That's enough!

I'm sure Elma, who understood that there were no bumpy crops in the backyard, just said, "If not, let's find some, wheat and vegetables."

I'm back.

"Ha ha!

Even betraying that expectation, Elma, who came back with vegetables and wheat filled with cages, screamed below Irene.

"Eh!? Eh...!? How the hell did that vegetable..."

"There were no vegetables growing in the backyard, so we grew and harvested them with a singing voice."

(If not, it was the spirit of "wheat and vegetables" if abnormal cultivation was done!)

Irene faded to the fact that Elma was swinging in the direction of "nurturing" more than she could imagine.

"No, with a song, eh... with a song...?

"Yes, because singing is a common 'normal' method of organic cultivation. Ah, I've trained only non-toxic ones, so now you can eat vegetables or flowers that grow a lot."

"Only for non-toxic objects, eh...!? How...!?

"I just adjusted the frequency."

Elma quickly and forcibly terminates her explanations to the stunned sick.

She then headed to the site of a wall fenced garden, known as the kitchen, with wheat and vegetables in her arms.

And then...

Thank you for waiting.

…………

The next moment I blinked, in about the time of my senses, I reappeared in the hands of other hot pots.

"I'm not waiting at all!?

The screams of the sick sang beautifully.

Whether the continuum of anomalies makes it so, or whether the aroma and warmth drifting from the pan makes it so, their earthy faces gradually seeped with blood.

"Ahhn, Elmael-sama, you're too fast! Thank you for looking at this audacious cooking scene where the blood boiling meat juice flies...!

"I'm sorry, Deborah. Indeed, my father taught me to cook lavishly, but since I started making Baltan's breastfeeding, my motto was" good, quick, quiet "."

Besides, Baltan hasn't started eating meat yet... There is also intensely unrelated information in this scene.

As a matter of fact, Irene shook her head plump, convinced that she shouldn't have made any noise.

That's not the case.

Looking back at the sick people, one day they got the bowl, fearfully peeking into its contents. Looks like winter vegetable wheat porridge.

Those who are not familiar with it lose to the aroma of rising and carry one person and one spoon into their mouths -

"Ka... ah, Mother aaaaaahn!

At the same time, I began to shed tears in the tears of "Bo Da".

A soup stock that exudes the luxurious sweetness of vegetables with a light flavor.

The slightly salty flavor brings out the taste of wheat and doesn't tire your tongue at all.

There is kindness here.

There is a day-to-day sight that spins gently, but carefully.

The taste of hunger and cold, and the subtle staining of the body that was exposed to disease, was exactly the love of my mother.

"I... nh, I... suddenly miss my mom..."

"It's so good... ooh... I'm going to stain it...."

"The taste of purifying my soul...."

Sick people who eat porridge while sobbing actually regain the glossy complexion of their skin.

The pus of the old man's skin had finally turned to smooth skin, and the skinny boy's strangely swollen stomach was fitting into the body's natural balance.

It is a scene where the soul is purified or the body is physically purified.

"Elma's porridge is a psychic [Elixir]...."

"Again, it's so normal. Breastfeeding... no, porridge is less burdensome and more nutritious to the body."

Elma smiles and slaps her back like an "Irene", but Irene says, "Ah!" and shook it away with a tear.

Skills are dull in childcare life, it's just a big lie.

In fact, she was able to produce the psychic medicine "Elixir" porridge from ordinary ingredients to excel in her breastfeeding skills.

(This will increase your resilience because it's fried with the magic beast "Hydra", but it was still "normal" six months ago...)

Well, if you look beyond the door,

…………

Lucas, who stood outside, turned away silently.

(See? Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Irene burst into tears and shuddered Elma's shoulders.

"What are you going to do!? What are you gonna do, Elma? As it is, you will be the queen of the second day of the great victory, the number one of the busiest! What are you gonna do!?

"That's why, let me... hey, Irene... calm down, look over there..."

"I'm not distracting you! There's nothing more interesting to focus on here than you! Ahhh..."

Irene kept shaking her shoulders with impulse, but then she felt strange signs and looked back.

Looking at it, the sick people stared at the tip of Elma pointing "over there."

On the west side of the room - where Elma was supposed to have not "cleaned" yet - a woman looked exhausted.

Cleaning is complete on this side, too.

The exotic girl who spoke in unattractive Ruden was Anastasia Don Rodrigo.