The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Deborah was the first to open his mouth in the carriage back to King's Landing.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to have three candidates on the second day. But now, the mission of" One step closer to winning "is progressing steadily. That's Elmael-sama. You don't think so, Mr. Irene?

In a narrow car, a trance echoes.

The four-seater vehicle now had Deborah, Irene and Elma holding Bardo.

Elma invited Anna, but she said, "I'm tired and I want to lie down and go to bed."

Anna's request, which has now emerged as the queen's lead candidate, was accepted, and she should now be using a carriage to go one by herself.

"What's steady?"

Irene is dissatisfied with the water pointing at her.

I poked my cheek cane at the window frame and pointed it out with a faint glance.

"Like His Majesty, I'm not just being pushed forward. That's the proof I left Miss Caroline on the list. I could have just named Anna Queen to finish my assignment as of today. After all, it's all in your heart, on your palm. Drop the Elma or leave it - or make it a queen."

"But in the end, I just have to run away from tomorrow's selection....."

Lower her eyebrows like Elma was in trouble in front of a grumpy friend.

But when she heard that, Irene lifted her cat-like eyes more and more.

"I'm not just talking about the final result. I haven't been able to look at you lately!

"What are you guys?

"It must be you and His Highness Lucas!

Irene snapped her finger at her good friend.

"I won't allow that bluntness! That's why I told you to read my carefully selected reference book," Koikomori. "

"No, that's why I'm still reading this to the fullest...."

Elma lowered her eyebrows and challenged.

Did you see Elma who couldn't leave her best friend? Deborah broke in.

"Ah, so it's a mistake to blame Elmael-sama. Maybe it's just that Irene's choice didn't suit her skin. If I had carefully selected a short edition of the fragrance of lilies, the contents would have been engraved as if it had permeated all five organs."

"I'm not starting to read the book I lent Elma!

"Er, because I want to share all the knowledge Elmael-sama has acquired."

Deborah slowly returns the book to Irene, where she quickly puts the gloves on her lap.

I am reading the "Highlights Guidebook of the King's Capital" that Irene pushed Elma the other day.

Dropping his gaze on the feature of the Estua Garden, Deborah lifted the edge of her lips, saying, "I won't allow it."

"It's a violation of manners to voluntarily express someone else's preference, or even to urge them to respond to that preference.

"............"

Suddenly a sharp thrust takes a breath.

Indeed, it is arrogant to tell Elma about Lucas's feelings in a place he doesn't even know, and to tell him to "think more because he is so fond."

(But....)

Still, Irene held her fist tightly.

(I don't want to see any more of the two I love tickling...)

Irene likes Elma.

I also like Lucas as a friend.

And I loved seeing those two get caught up in a disturbance, but they always had a sad and breathtaking interaction.

Ever since she met Elma, Irene has been watching positively as Lucas breaks away from "just a colored man", disturbs emotions, and has a humane conflict.

And when I went to jail, I did feel that Elma was more aware of Lucas.

"Elma... what the hell are you thinking..."

Lucas's frustration is understandable, but Elma's sincerity cannot be measured.

That's why Irene is on Lucas's side.

Elma stared at Elaine, murmuring with a difficult face, and eventually quietly cut out.

"Irene, it may be hard for you to notice..."

She gently stroked Bardo's sleeping cheek and told him to choose one word at a time.

"In fact, since Baltan was born, my commitment to quality has grown considerably more organic."

"... no, of course I realized that, but I have no idea why we're talking about it here."

Irene is half-eyed when she comes here to talk to her brother.

Elma stepped out in a slight hurry.

"Until now, even with a little difficulty, I thought it would be better to forge, brainwash, correct with the power of science, wipe out with the power of physics, and so on. Because it's" normal. "

"Yeah, yeah, well... that's what happens when you grow up."

"But... I want to give the best to this child who was born, and I want to give him only the real one - this is what I've been thinking so much for the past six months... Then, I thought that the power technique like this might have been a little dishonest."

Irene opens her eyes to a sound voice.

Elma was as serious as ever.

"Your Majesty said that the family register is more necessary for a 'normal' life. If I was before, I might have thought," Shall I counterfeit it it? "or" Should I rob it? "... but I don't want to do it right now."

"Elma...."

"It's not a trick, it's a real thing. Officially, there is no cloudiness, and I want you to acknowledge your existence in society. My family may laugh with their noses when they hear it, and it may be that you're in a bad mood... but I can't give it up."

--What do you do when Baltan grows love and marries someone one day? When you have a child?

Remember Elma's argument the other day when she had an argument with Lucas.

She looked more desperate than ever.

--Isn 't Baltan... unable to have a formal parent-child relationship with his own child?

Son of a prisoner.

Elma was secretly born in a secluded prison and raised by multiple "parents".

Even though she and her "family" are so strongly connected, there is no public guarantee of that relationship.

- I wonder if it was more intense in Elma's conflict than Irene and the others imagined.

Once that happens, I can't accuse you of thinking too much about Bardo anymore.

I felt that my feelings as a sister should not be denied at all.

Besides, I'm sure Elma understands Lucas' feelings better than she thought - yes, she did.

"... I understand."

After placing about three breaths, swallow various emotions and tell them small.

With her eyebrows raised, Elma gently stroked her chest to the point where she could clearly tell that she was nodding.

"I'm glad you understand.... I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Alright, that's enough. Don't worry, Elma is no longer Elma."

"Well, that depends...."

Irene snorts her nose as she watches Elma lowering her head in fear.

Elma has an idea, and she's acting.

Then, as a self who recognizes his best friend, he will have to watch.

"If we split up, we'll take care of it tomorrow. I wonder what the final selection challenge is? According to my sources..."

Once you're hungry, the rest is the usual Irene.

Seeing a colleague who had turned away from his earlier silence and became interested in chatting, Deborah next door smiled a little.

"Half" is even more important because you understand Elmael-sama's sincerity.... don't even know it's your fault. "

The monologue, which became blurry in the second half, was mistaken for the sound of the wheel, and no one would hear it.

To mimic Elma's finger movements, Deborah gently slammed a feature of the Estua Garden, part of the guidebook page.

"Yeah, it's a lot more comfortable than going. After all, if you step on about 30 carriages at once, the beast path will be somewhat better. All the grass fell down, and now it's easier to build."

On the other hand, Felix and Lucas were on the leading carriage.

But here, Felix just talks through, and Lucas keeps silent.

"No, but Miss Caroline was surprisingly well fought. I didn't know you had the wisdom to bring gloves. But after all, the big hole is Miss Anastasia. Don't you think so? Yeah, I like it after all."

"... then..."

And when Felix touched Anna in a postponed tone, Lucas finally opened his mouth.

"Shouldn't you have named Anastasia Don Rodrigo Queen right away? Anyway, aren't you willing to marry Caroline?

There is a danger that your voice cannot be hidden.

Felix shouted at his half-brother, who told him without expression.

"If you do that, Elma's mission will be completed today. It's a waste."

"Don't postpone the joke for that reason."

"No, no, I don't know what's going on until the end, because it's the royal government."

Lucas raised his eyebrows in a frustrating manner.

"What are you thinking, brother-in-law?

What are you talking about? That's a lot of stuff.

"... you want Elma?

Crawling voices.

Felix looked out the window for a while.

"... come on."

Eventually, it was cut out as if it were a tear.

Now there was a clear expression that made Lucas look ridiculous in his ordinary appearance, which was neither beautiful nor ugly.

"If so, what would you do?

"So, my brother-in-law..."

"No, I'm not asking what you want to do, but what you want to do."

Felix flipped his palm as he stopped Lucas, who had stepped forward.

"You are truly my brother." What do you think of your brother-in-law? "" What do you think of your brother-in-law? "You read the air well and make any opponent accept you, but on the contrary, you don't. That's why I can't move until I see how they get out."

Unexpectedly, Lucas lost his words.

A sudden sharp word from my half-brother, who doesn't always have a clue and doesn't seem to care much about people.

It was surprisingly more accurate about the nature of Lucas than anyone else.

"Like I've been pretending to be a fool, you've been watching your surroundings and acting like a light man. Don't always take it seriously, don't take it seriously, just pick something that's been squeamish. He is the son of an exotic concubine. It's not impossible for you to do that because your life was at stake. But that's the end of it."

…………

Lucas' blue eyes open.

Felix picked up his coat, the part where the King's crest was embroidered.

"Our unfortunate prince's time, when the foolish Werner was given to the king and swayed by the thoughts of our mothers and ministers, is over. Now I'm king. No... you made me king."

Lucas made Felix king.

That is true.

When the truth came to light in prison, Lucas still pushed Felix back to the throne.

And I realized.

My half-brother, who seemed to have been sluggish at that time, took it very seriously.

"... are you angry?

"Look, that's how you see people's faces right away.... I'm not mad at you, I'm not grateful. Well, I thought I'd start over somewhere."

Laughing small, Felix tilted his head.

"However, it has nothing to do with making Elma queen this time. Purely because I thought her abilities were convenient. But just because I only see Elma as a token, or vice versa, if I loved Elma, what does that have to do with you?

Felix approached confused Lucas.

The two sides were not like each other.

That's right, not to mention half, because they have no blood connections at all - and their nature is very different.

"Reach out yourself, Lucas. I don't want to leave my brother with a fool who doesn't want what he wants."

Felix, who was supposed to be ordinary, looked terribly grown-up.

He looked like a king and a brother.

From the window beside him, a sight pops into my eyes.

The road connecting Cold Village and King's Land, which was certainly steep in the morning, was now familiar with hundreds of wheels and was perfectly easier to follow.

(Oh, I see....)

At that time, Lucas felt something fit in the bottom of his heart.

Felix is still king.

Whether it's the Ibarado or the Beast Road, it cuts in the direction you want to go.

In exchange, what have I done?

I was angry with other men and moaned if I didn't convey my thoughts. I was just worried about the other person's intentions.

(... ah and so on)

I've spent more than a decade playing an attitude that reminds me not to get too much, not to want.

Still, you must have left enough soul to feel what you really want.

And there's no need to push it in anymore.

Lucas glanced out the window and pulled up the edge of his mouth.

"... the King's Capital is a lot closer. If this is the case, there will be no problem on the way when there is one less horse pulling a carriage."

"What about it?"

Lucas stared straight at Felix, who looked suspicious.

"I completely forgot myself, but I was my brother and a knight."

Yeah?

"I'll leave it to the king's brother-in-law to pave the way.... but let's say I'm a well-guided brother and a knight, and I'll use that path to run for my beloved woman."

This is a declaration of war and an oath.

Thinking about it, this is the first time I've said "lovely" about Elma to someone.

At the same time, it is a word of gratitude.

Will he accept his respect for Felix as king and brother?

"... wow, what a selfish remark."

"My brother is" normal "like this. Besides... you don't even hate people like that, do you?

With confidence tilting his neck, Felix smiles bitterly.

Lucas regarded it as affirmative.

"Now that I've remembered my errands, excuse me first. May I borrow a horse? King's brother-in-law, please relax in the carriage at best. And..."

Quickly get up to your seat to start moving to the podium.

With his hands on the low ceiling, Lucas glanced back.

"Please keep me alive as your brother a little longer. I will never let you down."

Quickly, let's go through the door.

If you think about it, there's nothing fun about two men in a cramped space.

I couldn't think of anything like that, and I was reminded that I lacked deep calm when I was in the same car.

"Tough guy."

Felix, who was left behind in the carriage, leaves his back on the wall alone.

However, there was a pleasant smile in his mouth.

"Well, you certainly won't disappoint me. How dare you be the man who made the knight's path sooner than I set foot on the king's path."

Eyes pointing at the window without any reason, staring at the void.

As the city approached, a path began to emerge that had only stretched straight until now.

The crossroads and the pictures of the horses crossing them are somewhat similar to chess.

Felix closed his eyes quietly, thinking of a flat surface.

Is it because of this hidden sacred power?

I am very good at reading chess boards and predicting the future a little further.

"I won't kill you, Lucas."

After a pleasant vibration, he opened his eyes loosely.

Stick your cheek to the window frame and gaze out blurrily.

"... but maybe you should be careful not to die on your own?

The quiet murmur melted gently into the winter air without anyone hearing it.