The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

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

"Haaaaahn! The appearance of loose hair on moist and wet cheeks also exudes endless beauty, as painted by the genius painter's unproductive lines! Holy Mother and Child! Half a billion points!

"No, Deborah! Don't raise the placards!

Lucas immediately stopped Deborah, who was trying to lift the placard with a powerful spinal reflex.

Deborah hastily pulled in the backup goods.

"Eh... Elmael-sama's soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, soot, what a big deal...?

Fly wildly while turning his voice over grandly. The clearly engraved expression of anguish was like a believer who was forced to step on a painting.

However, such efforts were in vain, and the audience was nailed to the beauty of Elma's face.

"Already... this is against the rules before you put on makeup, right?

"Ah, it's a crack... She's number one because of the clutter....."

"No more existence can interfere with this beauty...."

But in fact, there was an object that obscured its overwhelming beauty.

Ha!

With a flash of shouting and Elma spinning instantly, the glasses that I should have let go of earlier were worn, and the hair that I should have solved was also back on the dumpling head.

White magnetic skin was dull at some point, and maid clothes dirty with ink were replaced by brand new ones.

And even the bardot you're still holding is changing the way you dress, the way you look, and the way you divide your hair.

"Ooh...."

The audience stopped.

A strange sight, as if the glasses had jumped into your face or rewind time.

As a result, the finish is quite plain or impressive, but from an audience that knows Bifou, the poor finish is rather indicative of the high degree of completeness.

Although she did not become a beauty, Elma was still number one in the sense that she would get more dressed faster than anyone else.

"That idiot... How are you going to roll back from here...."

As Irene pressed her temples, her eyes met those of Elma on the stage.

When she notices Lucas next to Irene, she looks a little surprised.

Then, for some reason, he said something with a proud expression.

Following the lip movement, Irene thought of the spinned words and raised her eyebrows.

"Captain, are you obsessed with the slightest darkness...?

"It's okay, this is normal, right?"

Immediate correction by Lucas.

He followed Elma's point with a gaze and muttered quietly.

"I hear you're telling me to keep an eye on Miss Anastasia."

Anna had just removed her makeup with a wet cloth.

The appearance of the face seems to be well taken care of instead of being from a frontier country - an effect of esthetics, of course.

However, there was no beauty like Elma that could take away a soul just by looking at it.

"Hmm... poor thing sounds good, but it's not plain."

"I can't help it, I'm the daughter of a border country. I can't get rid of the country smell."

"Well, there will be a certain number of men who like simplicity."

After seeing Elma's genius face, the audience looked down on Anna's face. Well, compared to Caroline, who was pulled into the private room early, she wanted to appreciate her cleanliness.

She is supposed to be from a weak country on the border, and she is not accidentally swallowed by the air of the field.

However, I wasn't motivated, but I looked at the cloth that wiped my face somewhere blurry.

(... hurry up, I have to put on makeup)

Anna told herself in the middle of the stage, staring at the cloth.

(Do your job... and get closer to the king... and hit him with a poison needle)

Her mission has been envisioned many times.

It was supposed to be a proud job to thank Rodrigo and fulfill his wishes.

But...

(Master Rodrigo... have you been looking at me like that all this time?

The trick of reading the micro-expressions taught by Elma made Anna realize the fact.

He "despises" Anna.

The loosely arced eyes were calm and the lips at the corners of his mouth were gentle, but the very fine muscle strengths revealed mistrust and contempt for us.

Perhaps Anna is nothing to him but an easy-to-use token - or, on the contrary, a lowly little girl from a prison camp.

Perhaps even a hair decoration with a scent of white flowers.

Anna hastily swallowed the feelings and thoughts that approached her throat.

(... what is that? Isn't that obvious? And it's true that Lord Rodrigo reached out to our village.)

Grasp the cloth tightly.

It's only natural that Rodrigo, who was a former royal family, couldn't forgive his daughter from the prison camp.

It must be "normal" for Anna to brainwash herself so that she doesn't hesitate to do her job.

Whatever emotions he had, he brought bread to hungry Anna.

All I owe for that is a reward.

Anna looked up and saw Felix sitting in a distant seat.

(It was that man who imposed heavy taxes and tortured us. Defeating him is not a mistake in itself)

Maybe I was wrong about the nature of Rodrigo.

But his gratitude remains unchanged.

Defeating the king of the vicious Patriarchate will surely be for Anna, as well as for the brothers and sisters who were hungry in the village.

Kill King Rouden. By my power, for me)

With that in mind, Anna exhaled shortly.

Let's make Felix your favorite beauty or whatever.

Looking at dresses and cosmetics lined up.

First, I had to decide what to wear, so I slipped my fingers on a large number of cloths.

If it had been Anna, she would have had a lovely dress with a ruffle first.

Because the Marquises taught me that a small, poor, harmless woman would wear the glasses of most men.

But right now, she didn't want to choose anything that emphasized her softness, like peach or ruffle.

At the same time, there are fine clothes that don't suit your height, and that white flower hair decoration with a cute design.

So, what suits you and what do you want to wear?

There was a loud voice behind Anna's head.

--That's right, you have a sticky waist that makes you feel like you've been training for years.

A pleasant voice in your ear, just a little lower. It's Elma.

--Exactly the knowledge of flesh and blood...... everything is closely linked to your experience and it's wonderful.

She never made a fool of Anna's origins, even once.

When I praised her, I was not surprised to say "for the people of the cold village." On the contrary, I praised Anna by saying "That's right."

― ― You've had a valuable experience that is hard for ordinary people to do.

For her, Anna was not a lowly daughter, but a wonderful babysitter, knowledgeable and experienced person.

It was a rare, envious existence.

(Ah... I see)

Now I suddenly understand.

Just in front of Elma, Anna was a "normal" person.

Anna took her finger off the mountain of the dress by surprise.

Because I didn't think there were any clothes to choose from here.

Don't play tricks with sparkling costumes.

After all, my daughter, who came from a prison camp, has been living in mud. That's who I am.

(I guess... the truth is, I was the most imprisoned myself.)

Instead of choosing a new costume, crawl into a dress covered in ink.

Rounded from the hem, rubbed and rubbed, the ink spreads dusty, creating a gradient to black.

The dress, which was originally dark green, turned darker toward the hem and eventually melted into black.

It was a rich wood-like color that spreads in unison with the earth.

(... it's a nice color for me to spend time in the mud)

Tickle and laugh, then start with makeup.

It was not expensive white powder or eye-catching color powder that I chose with my hands that washed off the ink.

It was a few petals sprinkled to decorate the stage, not as a woman's ornament.

"What is she doing...?

"Floor cleaning...?

Without reaching out to cosmetics, the audience leaked a confused murmur to Anna, who bent over to the stage.

But ignoring that, Anna carefully rubbed the red petals in her palm, and eventually rinsed the seeping red color into her eyes.

…………

The audience who understood their intentions took a breath.

Because there was a girl with a long, grown-up gaze who just applied a single coat.

The colour is lighter than the industrial product.

The atmosphere changed dramatically even though it was naturally colored.