The Unbound World's “Normal” is Difficult

Enjoying tea time alone, Elma eventually finished the conversation smoothly and left Juliana.

Lucas and three others will accompany you on your way.

I should have rushed to rescue the new American maid who would have failed, but for some reason, he behaved like perfect tea and confectionery, and was led back to the castle.

The four men walked silently in the corridor leading to the castle.

It was because the unexpected continued and I didn't know what to cut out of the three of us.

Irene, who was walking behind her, raised her face as if she had thought of something, rushed behind her to Elma, and grabbed her arm.

"Eh... Elma!

What is it?

The other Elma is out of line.

Irene stopped her legs and apologized to the new American maid who was looking back.

"Well... I'm sorry about today. I underestimated you."

"I don't think it's natural because we don't do anything that you would appreciate."

"What are you talking about? How many maids on this continent can make perfect tea to dishonor the former queen in half a day's work? The sweets called karma were delicious enough to stop my heart."

It is the beauty of Irene to be able to reflect and be honest and respectful, even though it is an affectionate and disliked opponent that attacks immediately.

She moisturized her eyes as she clasped her power in the hand holding Elma's arm.

"So... from now on, as a maid on the same floor... you can get along with me...

Nevertheless, it didn't seem to have worked until it went bad.

While dyeing his face like an apple, Irene finally drifted away.

However, as she tries to secure friendship with this mysterious girl by turning away Prince Lucas II, whom she should have longed for, it tells her how obsessed she is with Elma.

Ah, thank you very much

In the end, Lucas raised one eyebrow and Gerda looked at Elma with a smile, accepting the offer with such a soft reply.

"Ah, and yet, Elma. I'm afraid of your ability!

When the conversation came to an end, Gerda put her hands together like that.

"My language skills and my work skills are great, but I'm most impressed by the sharpness of my insights. I can't believe you realized Juliana's preferences for the first time."

"No, I just asked directly about tea and milk preferences."

"What are you saying? Juliana wants cleanliness and goods for the maid, intelligence for the conversation, and more stories for the meal than the taste. Without asking, you gave it to me perfectly."

It seems that the maid in charge was the only one who realized not only the superficial skill, but also the goodness of Elma's perception around it.

Lucas nodded in his heart as he listened next door.

Hi, it looks like this girl named Elma had a different vibe in front of Juliana than she had when she met.

Clean, tasteful, intelligent - that is, the ideal figure for Juliana.

(Too much thinking about manipulating the impression according to the other person or situation...?

For example, in front of a woman lover, in front of someone who is not intrigued, in front of someone who can be a patron, in front of a healthy, honest colleague.

At the tip of her glance, a girl with thick glasses who concealed most of her bare face said a pale and humble word.

Lucas watched her carefully and realized for the first time that the skeleton of her face was quite ready.

"Hey, don't say that. I'm really impressed. How the hell did you know what Juliana liked?

"I just saw your face and thought."

"Oh no, can you do that just by staring at your complexion?"

"Even if you say so...."

Gerda, intrigued by Elma's insightful roots, is persistently asking questions.

Then Elma closed her mouth in confusion and fished her apron pocket as she remembered.

"Yes, ma'am."

"What is it?

"This is Hans the Gardener, and I'll return it to you on behalf of the boy."

I gave it to you - a brooch with amber jewelry, like Gerda's eyes.

Gerda was sympathetic to the Hans boy who was crying this morning for his sick mother's lack of medication.

"Eh...? Why are you doing this?"

"When I spoke to you, Hans boy seemed to be packing more personal space than needed. To create a sense of intimacy. Also, when explaining his mother's illness for five seconds, he didn't turn a blind eye at all, but this seems to be to make sure you believe your own lies. In fact, the moment you moisturized your eyes, you saw his upper lips slightly lifted so as to be pulled onto his cheeks. This is a slight expression of contempt."

Many other minor signatures were found, but Elma pushed up the bridge of her glasses.

"- He will definitely consider you to be working fraud. For the first time, I took back the damage this morning."

"What? Huh? Eh...?

"Please pay. It's a mischief fee."

"Eh...!?

Now, I think something like prison Kotoba has appeared subtly.

"Eh? Big face... cheating... no, wait, where the hell were you looking?

It's the fourth floor of the maid's quarters.

"Huh!?

"What kind of vision!?

Gerda's eyes are black-and-white because of the overcrowding.

Lukas raised his eyebrows slightly out of vigilance as he tried to get along with Irene.

"... is your depth of knowledge and insight... a teacher transfer?

Speaking of guards, I will soon replace them with mentors.

There's no way I'm going to let you get away with growing up in jail in front of Irene.

I've never been educated by a sinner, but if I had been taught by a good teacher to serve as a guardian, I'd still be convinced...

It was a question of thought, but Elma quickly denied it.

"No, the mentor was just a pig who couldn't fly. The facial expression reading technique was taught by [laziness] 's father."

"... a pig? Lazy father?

"No, I'm the father of Laziness."

The person in question seems to be answering seriously, but I don't understand the meaning at all.

When confused Lucas tried to overturn the question, Elma leaned her neck to control it.

"Do you mean..."

I can't see well with my glasses, but she seemed to be in trouble herself.

"Aren't micro-expressions something you've worn since childhood in any home, such as a whole thing? Hey... can't you do that much with Shaba?

I don't make a fool of you.

In a strange tone, Lucas and the three of them opened their mouths simultaneously.