The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"So, here's how it ends. The princess met her and lived happily ever after."

A quiet prison room.

Hydemarie stroked the last painting with her slender fingers.

It depicts a prince kneeling on his hands with glass shoes and his hands on his cheeks, looking back at him in ashes or shadows.

Her eyes were wet and she seemed to be tearful with joy and frozen with fear.

Hydemarie leaned her neck and traced it around the glass shoes.

"Are you taking this off? I can't believe you're wearing it."

From her common sense, clothes and shoes are meant to be taken off.

The story begins with a man kneeling, a woman forgiving, and taking them off.

"Well, that's fine. Happy, happy, including the wizard."

The white finger then traces the wizard woman with a smile behind her ashes or her face.

Is it a performance to make a splendid scene, or is it a thank you in front of the prince?

Until then, she was wearing an indestructible robe and hiding most of her face, and she was always lowering her hood.

Your exposed face is unexpectedly young and beautiful.

"... are you a wizard too?

"Yeah, that's right. The apprentice will be extremely pleased with the glory, and here, she must have fallen in love with this knight."

Hydemarie nodded confidently when Gilbert asked questions.

The wizard's face is almost front-facing, whether the painter thought of making the smile of love stand out.

As a result, indeed, the line of sight was slightly out of line than the ash or blur located in front of the diagonal.

Directly in front of the line of sight is a knight who thinks he is accompanied by a prince.

Kneeling with the prince, he is holding a pedestal that holds glass shoes and twisting his body, so his gaze is still slightly diverted from the ashes.

As a result, it was composed to stare at the wizard.

I see, if you ask me, I can't interpret it as two people who closely interact with each other.

"After severe training, the disciple's ash-covered princess became the wife of the next king. The Master's wizard also grabbed his love with the King's closest associate. There is no complain about the large group. Ah, it's the first time I've finished Shaba's story normally."

This would be a good fit, and Gilbert looks up innocently and aggressively chooses silence.

In the original story, the wizard is not a Master Spokon, there are no stretched training scenes, and only the two protagonists and the prince will be happy.

Heidemary's eyebrows fell sadly when she saw her husband's words clogged.

"... did I make a mistake? It's hard to tell the story of Shaba's love -"

"No."

When I realized it, Gilbert was interrupting my voice.

"That's pretty much what it looks like. Especially when it comes to the last scene that the prince sees."

Conversely, apart from the last scene, the story order and character shaping were incorrect, but Hydemarie was in a good mood to meet.

Well, that's great.

"...... ahh"

These interactions are oddly very similar to what happens between her daughter, Elma, and Lucas.

A demonic, proud, and playful whore.

But occasionally - and only to show Gilbert - this clumsiness makes him irresistibly obsessed.

After all, Gilbert told himself that it was trivial what a normal "ash-capped princess" was, and decided to spoil her beloved wife.

"You're a wonderful storyteller who can complete a story without ever hearing it."

Oh, I'm so glad.

As she hugs and whispers in her arms, her wife giggles like a girl.

She put her lips against her husband's ear and told him as if it were a secret story.

"Fufu, you know, actually, there are some tricks that I was aware of when I imagined the story."

"What?

"Always take it to the happy end. You say," If it's over, it's all right. "Even if it's wrong on the way, it's fine if it's the last time.... is that right?

According to the words, Gilbert loosened his arms and stared seriously at Hydemarie.

Blue eyes like a noble cat excelled in a playful light.

She realizes, of course, that her story wasn't "normal" or that her husband cared to make it right.

Gilbert smiled quietly and put his strength back into his wife's arms.

"That's right. Whether it's 'normal' or not, that's the right answer if you're happy."

Instead of hammering it, the precious woman in her arm replies with a little murmur, "Hey, Gil."

"What?

"I'm... happy. Scary enough."

A mixed voice of relief, gratitude, just one spoon, and backlash.

Gilbert is the only one who knows that the inmate queen's happiness is too confusing.

They are not swayed by harsh fate or excessive abilities, but rather disturbed by the contents of pictorial books that children read and hear.

Such an unusual, too "normal" presence may sometimes cause anxiety.

("Normal" is very difficult.....)

That's why you should only taste whether it's happy or not, rather than working with the answers.

"... I see. I'm glad you had something to fear."

Gilbert dared to speak ill, stroking his wife's cheek and gently kissing her.