The Unbound World's “Normal” is Difficult

"What's with that dream...."

Rezel raised her eyebrows and murmured at the disturbance of the contents of the dream she had heard.

That means that the church - and the upper echelons enough to free the temple - killed Trinitate and despised the evil being.

When you think about Hydemarie's "abilities," it's not a dream, it's something that could or could have happened in reality.

She didn't go into details, but the escape drama must have been fierce.

As Liesel silenced, Hydemarie shrugged her shoulders as if nothing had happened.

"Are you sympathetic? Well, that's fine. I was me, and then I was having fun. The hair dye and makeup taught me in the whorehouse not only saved my life many times, but also became a pure and irreplaceable asset."

There is no strong colour in the irresistible tone.

She would have enjoyed selling her purity, hiding her hair color, and even sealing her bare face in order to escape the chase from the church.

With that in mind, Liesel turned her expression back to something ironic and snorted.

"With your flattering, wasteful silver hair, you must have had a lot of skill in hiding it."

"Oh, my God, I've never seen your face before. Besides, I used to be blonde."

"What about it?"

When Liesel blinked at the unexpected confession, Hydemarie kept her legs hanging on the bed.

"When I was given Elma, I lost some of my sanctity and my hair color. You rebelled against the sanctity of my body and his magic. The roughness was terrible. That was tough."

…………

Rezel thought this woman was always like that.

It's painful enough to lose hair color.

It's not like a "tough" word.

Holy power is said to be like blood for those who possess it.

Suddenly, the woman who held it so large that she could be seen as a saint suddenly loses it. Normally, you would scream and wander around.

But she never showed up to suffer, at least as far as Rezel knew.

Never show weaknesses to others - women like that.

"... I'm glad Elma wasn't born to a twisted woman like you. Even though I'm a demon, I'm more like my father."

"That's right....."

Lift up the edge of your lips by replacing your chest feelings with a disgusting tone.

Hydemarie stopped her hanging legs like she was tired.

"Does she look like her father... after all?

"At least I'm not like you."

I see.... well, I thought I was basically close to the Demons. When she gets emotional, her eyes turn red. "

"Wait, I didn't hear that."

A slight rumor from Rezel was heard lightly.

"But I wonder how you react when you drink alcohol. - Hey, you know what? For the Holy Spirit, alcohol is a mystery. The more I drink, the more powerful it is, but for the Demons, alcohol is poisonous. The smell of certain flowers, too."

"... of course I know Elma is vulnerable to alcohol. Even if you're a cheap monkey."

The carefree Liesel was ignored once, but she groaned and hated it.

Of course, Hydemarie passed it on like a spring breeze.

"Even in prison, Elma accidentally drank and fell several times, didn't she? I think the nature of the demons around Horst was damaged by alcohol... but I think I'm a little different."

She stared at her hand on the sheet to put her thoughts together.

"Because if you're a real demon, when you drink, your body burns out. However, Elma loses consciousness due to dull physical and mental movements. Could this be a defensive reaction?"

"Defensive response?

"Yes. Drinking alcohol - a reaction to push in the holy power that was poured with mysterious medicine and swelled up all at once"

Hydemarie giggled.

"In other words, even though the nature of the demon race" Chichioya "is stronger, the blood of the Virgin" Me "also flows properly. Therefore, if you sharpen the magical nature with alcohol and fragrance, the blood of the Virgin who suppressed it will be released. If you consume a halfway amount of alcohol, the magic and sanctity in her body go hand in hand. Until now, the blood of the demons has managed to win."

However, she continued tilting her head.

"- But what happens if that child's Virgin's blood is released? I'm sure it'll be more dangerous than the usual girl."

What's funny is that a pretty whore keeps giggling her throat.

With a beautiful voice like a bell, Rezel narrowed his eyes and came one step closer to the bed.

"I'm not in the mood."

I don't know.

"Yes, it's evidence that you're still hiding something."

――…………

The laughter stopped.

Rezel finally arrives at the Queen who will never take off her veil.

He gently stroked the graceful veil that separated the two with his neutral hand.

"... you always do. Behave as naturally as you hide something, and laugh as beautifully as you lie. And..."

Riesel suddenly wiped the canopy cloth and grabbed the thin arm of Hydemarie that was attached to the sheet.

"What..."

"When it hurts, you hide. It's like a cat hiding on death."

Sleek and elegant Queen's arm.

However, the skin was as cold as ice, and the skin passed white and blue.

"... please let me go"

"I heard about your past. But I can't ask about (...) right now. What is the interpretation of the Tarot of the Sun? Why did you drive away [laziness] and [anger] earlier? Your complexion has gotten worse and worse since I played" bad ". I thought you didn't want me to take it personally.

Let go of me.

The tone is in the form of a question, but most of the hypotheses in Riesel seem to be complete.

With the strength of a man, Liesel grabbed her chin, holding down Hydemarie, who was resisting to shrink her arms.

"Hey, you know. The inverse position of" sun "means" death ". Maybe the last card you pulled was actually in the opposite position."

Rezel looked at Hydemarie from a close range with her amber eyes.

Blue skin, slightly disturbed breathing.

Slow body movements, and a fast pulse in the back.

Don't miss a shard of the truth she's trying to hide until she turns her past into a "discard tag".

"Hydemarie, are you really sick to death?

On the sofa where Liesel stood, the "Sun" card he brought was left with the arrow of light upside down.