The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"I can't believe it!

Anna was about to fall asleep, pulled back by the girl's energetic voice.

"Did you guys spend the night without sexual punishment!? Elma, you can't involve ordinary human Anna-sama anyway!

It was probably a maid named Irene who filled Elma with a plump, friendly rage.

She came with a maid with big tits named Deborah to see how she was.

Breakfast or a basket full of bread and fruit, Irene was swarming in Elma with the momentum of swinging around the basket.

"No matter how soon before the final selection, you're pushing too far! What if Anna-sama collapses at the heart of everything?

"No, of course, I can only look at Anna-san's condition to the extent that I think it's okay..."

"It's not okay, so Anna-san is now holding an embroidery tool and a math book while peeling off her white eyes in a weird pose!? You're gonna kill her!?

It was not until she heard the screams that Anna realized that she was deciding on a yoga "standing tree pose".

In the middle of the room where Asahi plunged in, she stood with one foot on the axis of Tanda. At this moment, she was a tree.

(You shouldn't. Accidentally assimilated into the beautiful Sutva.....)

I'm no longer too accustomed to practicing these meditations, and I'm no longer uncomfortable with this posture.

I was starting to deviate completely from the "normal" feeling, but I didn't realize it.

(Compared to before, today was just before the final selection, so it was quite a hassle. I'm a little overwhelmed.)

With her feet slightly back, Anna secretly twists her mouth.

After all, today, I was just reviewing women's preferences such as reading about ten books, repeating anatomy about 50 times, classifying pigments into 100 colors, refining 200 kinds of essential oils, and other embroidered sewing and left-hand construction, while confirming general education.

Compared to the fierce special training so far, it can be said to be the kindness of breaking the rules.

Anna herself tried to run away with a scream before she started, but when she finished her errands, she also felt like this.

In the meantime, as part of the beauty course, Elma was able to experience things like esthetics and oxygen capsules, so I might feel less loaded with them.

Besides,

(If you concentrate... you won't have to think weird things over.)

The smell of flowers rising from the back of your brain.

Escaping from the ominous facts that it might reveal was a perfect environment.

When Anna returns to her posture and complains with her eyes that she can still go, Elma nods small.

She took a math textbook from somewhere and lifted the bridge of her glasses.

"Now that it's breakfast time, let's finish one book of math. The commentary is more compatible with Ruden, so excuse me. First of all, the basics, 1 +1?

"Two."

"Excellent. Basically, that's it. Now, if you apply this, 1/π = {(2 √ 2)/(99 ^ 2)} (n = 0 ⇒ ∞) {(4n)! (1103 +26390 n)/(4 ^ n × 99 ^ n × n!) ^ 4}."

I see, I have no idea.

I'm used to Elma's lecture style, where everything from foundation to application is flying too fast.

I think Elma is capable, but she's too capable.

So, 1 +1, I don't know the formula, but it goes on and on.

I don't even realize that I'm leaping a lot.

But Anna is a mortal.

It is also a kind of ordinary person who has no education at all, such as the level of education he/she was born with.

But that's why she can ask Elma without cowardice.

"First, π and √! Can you tell me what that means and then what type of () it is?

"Oh, excuse me."

In this way, we have to ask over and over again and fill the space where Elma flies in one go.

"π is the symbol for the circumference ratio -"

"What is circumference?

Thanks to this, the number of experiments that should be done once is fifty, and the lecture will be a turtle's walk compared to what Elma imagined, but it can't be helped.

Because this is what I do best.

Soon Irene opened her mouth as she watched Ana attack Elma with a question, writing at an explosive speed.

"... it's kind of Anna-sama..."

"You're a genius for hard work."

Even Deborah was roaring as if she felt the crisis of the First Apostle's seat in Ana's incredible guts.

"Normally, when opposed to an overwhelming mystery, people give up quickly. But she knows exactly what she doesn't know. Compared to Elma, you seem to think that you can't reach yourself... but I've never seen anyone like Elma with so much patience."

It turns out that until three days ago, Elma was supposed to have sealed her movements with a single kelp, and now she is sharply asking Elma questions and scaring her.

The spine was stretched, the trunk was unwavering, and the pupils seeped with sparkling intelligence.

Above all, there is no shard in the relentless atmosphere of the world that seemed to soak in a soft applause.

It was just a healthy enthusiasm to catch up with an unusual girl named Elma.

Maybe Irene snorts her throat secretly.

(Maybe... she could really be the queen)

The sun shining through the window lit his chest like a light of hope.

The bell tower on the outskirts of the royal palace speaks the morning with a clear tone.

The sound of a long finish, like the sound of a bell somewhere, makes the listener feel lighter.

The final selection was about to begin in a few hours.

The final selection was to take place in the outdoor theater just next to the bell tower, as on the first day.

Now that the number of candidates had dropped to three, the number of stakeholder seats had dropped considerably, but it seemed that more spectators had approached, and the guest seats were filled more than the first day.

In order to avoid congestion and danger, the candidates were put through the stage sleeves early and spent time there.

From the bowl-shaped guest seat, you pour it like a vortex.

I couldn't hear a word, and Anna was listening blurrily, and someone came to me from the side.

"Hey, there you are."

A skinny woman with curly hair. The Countess, Caroline von Finen, has an impressive fishing eye.

She seemed so relaxed that she sat on a spare chair.

"Nearly thirty minutes till our turn. Boring. Let's chat."

Her face is smiling and her tone is pleasant.

However, if you read the micro-expressions from Elma, you can immediately see that she is working on some sort of solution.

Anna moved her eyeballs very slightly, and at some point she saw Elma away from the stage sleeve. I'm giving Baldo some milk and putting him to sleep.

When you see her cheeking with a broken smile, it will still take a while for her to come back here.

Determining that it couldn't be pressed, Anna pasted a harmless smile on the animal.

"It's an honor, Master Finnen. However, I am a daughter who grew up in the countryside and neglected to talk about things that please you. Are you sure you don't want to wait for Elma to return?

"Oh, no, that woman."

However, Caroline immediately refuses the offer.

When I spread the fan and hid my pleasant face, I approached Anna to tell her a secret story.

Access to personal space. It's an intimacy show.

"Actually, I wanted to be friends with you. Because you're so honest, adorable, and courageous. I always thought I should be a queen."

With a flattering voice, Anna leaned her neck inside.

I wonder what Caroline would gain by lifting herself up.

I thought you might want to be alarmed, but she feels more like an honest intimidator than an alarmist in these situations.

Caroline smiled and drew her face closer to Anna, who dared to soak up the confused color.

Perfume that rubs the tip of the nose is a very economical fragrance to borrow Elma's expression.

"Hey, what's your favorite?

Yes?

Suddenly Anna raised her eyebrows to the strange topic at hand.

But Caroline has a playful smile, as if she's drunk on this topic.

Anna, who realized that she would not proceed unless we got on board, spinned words that looked like that with her own heart.

"That's right... After all, respectable people have inclusiveness and leadership....."

I've never thought about men's preferences.

It is inevitably the Marquis de Rodrigo that comes to mind.

"I wonder if it's calm and always smiling..."

But from yesterday onwards, it's all about whether the smile was real or not.

In the audience seat closest to here, he would be sitting as a stakeholder with his usual warm smile.

I was always supportive of my heart, but on the first day, I couldn't see him, and on the second day, the audience was not allowed to stand by.

Today, the third day, you finally see your adoptive father's face, and now you're terribly hesitant.

I see. You like all the gentle men. But I'm not. "

The voice of Caroline dragged me back into the darkness of my thoughts.

Looking at it, she was hanging the edge of her lips.

"I like gorgeous men. It's humorous, familiar and smart. Beautiful yet brave, the most colorful man in Luden."

Apparently, he wasn't interested in our preferences, he just wanted to talk to me.

And it was obvious who her preferences, which she was so familiar with, were pointing to.

Lucas von Rudendorf.

I met Anna yesterday, the king's brother.

"Hey, you know what? The selection board, even if you don't win and become a queen, is full of benefits if you stay until the final selection. As a woman, you can become better friends, and (...) get engaged to royalty... yes. I had no interest in such a thin and vague majesty."

Caroline smiled and looked to share the secret.

"Rather, I want to defeat here and approach His Highness Lucas."

When I look at the expression, I wonder if it is a word from the heart.

But I was a little more concerned about the tone of confidence than Caroline's hope.

Caroline smiles at Anna as she stares back.

"That's why I want you to do your best. You deserve a king's wife more than a common daughter like Elma."

"... do you dislike Elma?

"I hate it. I am the daughter of the Finnen family, who was even praised as" master of beauty and art. "However, that woman has made me more fictitious than ever. Although I've studied hard since then, I'm no longer an enemy... so she probably avoided dancing on her first day. You were lucky to be here after she gave the audience a strange hint."

I was surprised at Caroline's confidence.

Apparently, Anna's dance is interpreted as "a high score because Elma hypnotized the audience with songs."

Life seems to be so much fun if you can live in disregard of the fact that it's inconvenient for you.

Caroline giggled at the feathers on the fan.

"In that regard, you are not the Marquis, are you? I will never give up on beauty, art, and family, but on the contrary, I am a forgiving woman."

In other words, I don't approve of Anna outside of the house.

Watching with a pale look, Caroline noticed the gaze and narrowed her gaze.

"That's why I'll tell you. This final selection, I'm sure the assignment will be crap. For example, how many strokes can be made within the time limit, and how many pieces of bread can be stretched on the cheek at a time? Even if I win, it's more like a woman's declining taste."

This is also a word that is filled with certainty.

Speaking of which, at the nursing home yesterday, Anna remembered that she was ready to take out her gloves.

"Why did Caroline..."

But when I tried to ask,

"Why? Why? Why is Baltan's sleeping face so adorable? How can humans reconcile the desire to see their sleeping faces with the desire to wake up and smile away?"

Elma came back to her seat with her face on her sleeping bald, and she stuck her mouth shut.

Tell me, Ana-sama.

"No, I don't."

"That's right. It's too difficult for us to solve Baltan's far-reaching proposition..."

I wonder what you agreed to.

However, I already know that if I pick up the area, the Baltan Talk will begin to talk about it forever.

Anna tried to keep quiet, but Caroline set out for Elma.

"Oh, Elma. You're really hugging your brother all the time. That technique, which is familiar to my family, is very attached to the board."

"Eh, no way...."

"Don't let it light you up there."

Since Elma was jerking off, the voice of Caroline became smooth.

But as soon as she regained her posture, she raised one eyebrow disgusting.

"Well, that's how you should be obsessed with things. You can immerse yourself in taking care of the baby, throw away the battle as a woman, and get old."

That's a lot of rhetoric.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the former is more radiant in caroline with fine dresses carefully wrapped up to the tip of her hair, and elma with eyeglasses on her knees and a maid dress that is just a little tired all night long.

Caroline snorted disappointed at Elma, looking back.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want to be remembered for being defeated by such a nasty woman. Come on, I'll never lose to you alone."

Standing up to kick her chair, she turns to the stage.

"The sequence as a woman... and the seat next to His Highness..."

Turning around, I added a low word.

Unmistakably, a declaration of war.

Looking next to Elma, as always, she was gently clapping Bardo's cheeks.

(No reaction. No pulse?)

Ahh, just before I almost shrugged my shoulders, Anna realized that there were a lot of them.

Elma's face, almost covered with glasses.

I don't know what you're thinking, but the micro-expression decoding skills that have been sharply developed in the past few days tell Elma's emotions.

The slightly visible eyebrows are lifted slightly and the lips are lifted back with subtle tension.

This is...

(Maybe this guy....)

But before I could think of a hypothesis, I heard the audience boom.

"Oh, thank you for the big welcome. Well then, let's skip the tough greetings today and start the selection."

It is Felix who takes the stage from the opposite side of the stage sleeve and makes a carefree declaration.

The final selection is about to begin.

After Felix's prolonged voice, Anna and the three finalists rose to the stage at the same time.

In the middle of the semi-circular stage, there is somehow a compartment with a small private room.

And the front and the outer perimeter of the stage are filled with lots of clothes, shoes, hats, perfumes, cosmetics and so on.

…………

Felix nodded with a smile to Anna and her brows.

"The rest of you here are brilliant women full of talent and liver. So, after all, I was wondering if you'd like to try beauty and loyalty."

Eh?

It was like a one-shot tournament from the first day, so I didn't expect a straightforward beauty contest to come here.

Caroline screamed small enough to say that she had missed the point.

She would not be able to ignore such a contention in the middle of beauty, which she said she would give to others if it was something other than beauty and art.

It was a caroline with a puzzled expression, but when I heard Felix's next words, I lost even more of my complexion.

"As for me, I want a woman who's going to be my wife to wipe her ass by herself, or, well, I want her to dress up by herself.... so why don't you try dressing up after we get together?