The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"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?

"Nh...!?

Exposing your face is the only thing you would ever do to a man who has sworn to the future.

And as a matter of fact, most noble ladies have never even held a brush with their own hands.

"Hee... Your Majesty, expose yourself to me before we get married..."

"Er, because you guys are ready to have sex before marriage, right? Compared to that, it's not trivial. I thought this was my pillow."

After a quick kick at Caroline who protested against the world, Felix looks around at the smell and the candidates.

And, whispering, he signaled his servants to pick up a small bucket, and suddenly he poured the contents on the candidates.

Elma quickly lifted up the bald and protected it, but all three of them had to suck the black liquid into their clothes.

"Nh...! Nah, nah...!

"Don't worry, it's just ink. It motivates you to change, doesn't it? You're so kind to me. See, royalty can be exposed to this sort of unspoken filth, so that's a metaphor. Ah, instead of making amends, you can take any dress you like here."

The ink is thoroughly soaked in the dress and cannot be dropped.

Felix continued to smile like a fox, looking fairly at Caroline and the other two candidates who could no longer draw later.

"I have all the cosmetics, dresses, and outfits. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of beauty you guys have."

That's how I brought in the bronze! and started the selection process quickly.

Yes, I didn't take off my makeup with this ~

"............!

The wet cloth was handed over and the caroline was silent.

If she didn't change here and had to take off her makeup, she would have been waiting for a rating of "I couldn't compete for beauty, and I couldn't stand for the start line".

With her teeth sharpened and her calories slightly pulled into the private room, Anna stood on the stage and stared at colorful costumes, jewellery, and a rag in her hand.

Even the Royal Palace supplies and cloth towels are first-class.

(... huh. She went out of her way to dress up clean and stain it with ink. You're going to have to apply expensive cosmetics and luxuriously use a cloth to remove them.)

After a beauty lecture, Anna knows that the cloth is disposable.

They paint with mud to cover up the cold and scratch up the scarce money for clothes that wrap their babies - what a difference in their lives.

"What's wrong?

Unexpectedly, the man in front of her peeked into her face and Anna smiled aggressively.

"... no, nothing"

I don't think I can forgive you.

This man is a symbol of the irrationality that Anna and the others have been forced to endure.

It is wrapped in thick clothing named Exploitation, and it is warm.

He is exposing others to black ink and laughing flatly.

With people like this, Anna, who was subject to heavy taxes, was always hungry and frozen.

(After all, it's Rodrigo. He was the only one who reached out to us. I should trust Lord Rodrigo.)

I can feel my heart shaking from last night suddenly hardening.

I was worried that Elma would start to doubt my respectable adoptive father.

It was no coincidence that he presented the white flower that day and gave me the scented hair ornament. Ever since we met, he has always been kind to Anna.

That's right.

He was the only one who saved Anna, who was frozen in the prison camp, and he was the only one who was real.

(Only Lord Rodrigo...)

Anna never looked back at the audience seat.

There, my adoptive father was supposed to be watching Anna with that gentle, merciful smile.

For the first time in a few days, I grasp his face firmly.

Suitable for the Marquis and dressed in white, he was still smiling and staring at Anna enthusiastically.

But...

(Rodrigo,...)

Anna opens her eyes unconsciously.

I loved the smile of my adoptive father.

His expression always delighted Anna.

However, the "slight" expression of muscles around the eyes, the angle of the eyebrows, and the strength of the lips pushed her to the bottom of despair in an instant.

"It's finally starting...."

When Irene saw the candidate on the stage, she put her hands together in the audience seat.

So far, the selection board seems to be overwhelmingly dominant in Elma.

When the final challenge was somehow rubbing together, unexpectedly, something like a regular beauty contest came up.

However, it seeps like a cattle that can only be called Felix when you put ink on it.

"Still, the beauty contest, right? I don't know what kind of beauty I'm going to turn into... no matter how hard the other two work, Elma's going to be the winner. Her face is genius!?

In a hurry, even talking to oneself becomes a scream.

"Oh, I don't know."

But then Deborah lowered her hips, arguing in a rather flat tone.

"I know that Elmael-sama's face is beautiful enough to be miraculously certified, but at the same time, it is the hand of God who freely manipulates all shapes. With Elmael-sama, of course, it is possible to finish the beauty."

As usual, I wonder if Elma's support goods are still hot and painful. Today, she said, "Dear Anna, Fight! I have bees and placards written on them.

The more momentum I waved, the more luxurious it was to be able to guide the referendum to Anna.

"... didn't you consistently support Elma in any situation?

When Irene raised her eyebrows in suspicion, Deborah shouted with a sad face, pushing through the gap between her teeth.

They took him hostage.

Yes?

"People, technically. Books."

And now there's a cool bass coming down there.

Irene raised her face, and when she understood her identity, her eyes sparkled.

"Lucas!

There stood Lucas in a simple shirt and trousers with his armor off.

He looked refreshed, as if he had shed his harsh expression somewhere in the past few days.

And at the tip of his masculine long finger, a book with a white lily painted on the cover is picked.

"Is that...?

"Yeah? It's a book that Miss Deborah had in the library sometime. A story that cultivates love with the beautifully landscaped Countess of the Border, someone who clearly knows Elma as a model. It's also a pretty embarrassing category that you might call Spring Book."

Lucas had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"There it is. If Elma were to stand up, the Spring Book modeled on her would be disrespectful. So, if Elma wins, both the editions of this book will have to burn immediately."

"* giggle *!

Deborah squats in front of her eyes.

She shook her hand, which gripped the bee, and struck the stone floor many times.

"It's a cattle business....! This is the story of the supreme love that is unique in the world.... Threatening to burn all 800 pages and 200 days of full-length editing... Tear me and Elmael-sama apart, you demon...!

"After all, what do you say that gives priority to two dimensions over real Elma?"

"That's just...! In the first place, Elmael-sama didn't come because she wanted to win, and even if she stopped supporting her, she decided that it would suit Elmael-sama's wishes..."

Deborah objected to the calm climax.

Irene stared at it and eventually placed her hand quietly on Deborah's shoulder.

"I think that your change of destination will ultimately benefit Elma. You don't have to be ashamed of your judgment. Besides... my desire to protect my favorite books as much as possible..., no one should deny it."

"Irene...?

"Do you know why? Well, that's true. The book is not just a bunch of paper for us. It's a Bible full of love, faith and truth."

"Irene....!

Deborah raised her face in surprise.

And the two righteous apostles, which were in opposition to one another, looked at one another for the first time.

"I thought I had a narrow field of view. Advanced intellectual play that generates love between homosexuals through brain complementation.... Whether it was a rose or a lily, it must have been such a rolling passion. Hey, Deborah. We should carve this rotten lesson into our hearts now. Someone's attack is someone's total attack. Someone's mine...

"'Someone's staple food'...!

Between two people who were incompatible, somehow friendship sprouted in this situation.

In front of the two of you holding hands,

"So, is it time to get back to talking?

Lucas, who had eyes like a dead fish, burst into the sleigh, so Irene was finally happy.

Again, we have to do this.

"Your Highness, you've already relieved yourself of your anger. You're going to help me obstruct Elma's back."

After confirming, Lucas smiles bitterly.

"They realized I was pretty sweet, too. As soon as I wake up, I'll let that dull creature understand what I'm thinking. First of all, stop the" Yuso "after standing up. I've already done a few things, but when Miss Anastasia finishes her dress, I'll guide the audience to make sure the referendum focuses on her -"

But sooner than he showed concrete measures, the cheers echoed from the surroundings.

"What? Nobody should start dressing yet..."

Irene burst into the stage and took a breath.

There, Elma, who took off her glasses and buried her face in a wet cloth, was slowly waking up.

"Nh... what a beautiful...!

"Glowing skin!

"I can't believe my bare face is more beautiful...!

Perfect left and right symmetry on white skin that is clear enough to be seen. The lips and cheeks that aren't supposed to be red are slightly colored, as if they were petals with water droplets.

With Elma holding the baby in her arms, she put her finger into the dumpling head with the other hand.

Silky black hair waved in the air and covered his shoulders.

"Ahh, that's right....! Rather, Supin was more destructive...!

Irene cried out in despair.