Dungeon+Harem+Master

A gentle autumn had passed and the season had begun to show its full winter face whenever.

I stretched, like a freshly awake cat, as I bounced the blanket that was twirling.

Always asleep, letting the thankful little elves have breakfast, even depositing them with the good looking after Artemisia. Go back to your room, change from a sleeping roll to a crisp monk's coat, put on makeup, and this is where my day begins!

"No, it's not the beginning. Hilda, wash your face when you wake up. I saw you this morning, didn't I? I don't know how much, because I don't have a Klund, I'm too distracted."

Lacey, who I met in the hallway, suddenly preached to me.

Funny. It's supposed to be me, a religious person, who preaches...

You don't mind if I skip a few minutes without you, do you?

Pretend to listen to Lacey's advice with the best face.

You didn't seriously ask me, and I got stuck.

Is this the guy called Hye-Eye?

Forgive me. I didn't have time this morning. Kids cry.

I don't think babysitting is right for me to think about in the first place.

Instead, I think we need a caretaker.

Oh, my God, I looked frightened when I was doing a good job, and Lacey left.

Shh, shh.

Yeah, yeah.

She's a good cook, laundry, babysitter, beautiful, sexy and my best friend.

I would very much like to ask you to take care of me and Mr. Klund if they have children.

Nursery Maid, Lacey.

Nice to meet you too, Lullaby.

With that in mind, I grabbed a laundry basket, peed over, and found Meryandale walking.

Greetings are cheerful, but I am a creed.

"Mary! Yay! What are you doing? I think it's your laundry. It's tough."

"Hilda, it's our duty day."

Oh. Oh, my God. Again, I totally forgot.

I'm sorry. That was deliberate.

She is one of my friends, Meryandale Carlier, who is fumbling in front of me. He is wearing a feathered hat and moving his head fluttering left and right.

My eyes are slightly red.

Also, I've been drinking in the morning. She started stealing and drinking liquor on something ever since Mr. Klund went out to Etria.

Rudge and Artemisia preached about rolling, but after all, when they have no time, they get their hands on the liquor bottle. And back to me, blame yourself.

I dare you to let me be clear because you are all silent.

She's a jerk.

What's wrong with her is that she gets so violent that she can't get her hands on it.

Hmm. From what I've seen, this morning, I've just started drinking, and so on.

However, if you leave it alone, it is possible that you will continue to drink it until night after the laundry is finished.

I'm not indifferent to the good sense.

I like fun drinks.

But I don't admire the way you drink that distracts Mary from her sarcasm.

Makes the body worse. Let's be health-oriented.

"Hey, Mary. After your laundry, why don't you head out to the city? Shop."

"Uh. Yeah. Well, that's fine."

The end of the story is annoying.

If you let him walk even in vain, he'll lose his booze by noon.

I want it out. Get out of here. I don't like it if I have to get out...?

So, after trying to finish the laundry, we jumped out of a basket called the Mansion and went to the heavens and the earth of freedom.

Pi Hiro.

So I joined my hands with Mary and went out of town.

Hey, I'm worried about your eyes being empty.

There, cover with my forgiveness, full of mercy mother love.

The sky is clear as it goes out.

The people of Yuku, though still unable to heal the scars on the battlefield, are regaining their vitality.

Hmm.

This is God's blessing, too.

Yeah.

Being a devout Romantic believer, I am worthy of prayer every day.

God is great.

If you notice, one man is looking around at me and Mary with a giddy view.

You don't feel good.

Again, in the service of God.

Besides, I have a wonderful husband named Mr. Klund.

Ho ho. Young man. Even if I'm beautiful, you can't stay.

Huh? Huh, what? What can I do for you, Mary?

What? Out of the way?

Out of the way, are you coming to me? To this puffy me?

... you were looking at me, weren't you?

What is that grin?

Pussy. God of Destruction descends into me. It's a demon blast.

Oi, brother. What's funny, Monsieur? Look at it with a good eye, Ola.

I poked my shoulder hard with a cane. I poked.

Slightly, you've lost sight of the stranger quite a bit.

I didn't know you didn't know my face in this parish. It's Mogri.

Silver Villago Mad Dog.

As we keep putting cancer on each other, the young man leaves the spot frightened.

Huh. I've won again. I want to know what defeat tastes like.

After I've taught the impolite some manners, naturally, I'm headed to the tank racetrack.

What's wrong with shopping?

... you can always do something like that.

Lately, I've been busy and I haven't had a hippo.

Sometimes, though Sister, you want to enjoy life.

Hmm. I don't know, I feel like I'm in a tight spot today.

Less ex-handed is a magical place that turns into a lot of money.

Nah, I can't wait to see if you guys don't get hammered or vice versa.

The rules for tank racing are simple.

From a total of six four-headed standing tanks - red, blue, yellow, black, white and green - this is a play that I'll guess which one will be the best. Even monkeys can understand that.

At the entrance, you buy an entrance ticket for both of you, in a refreshing foothold, and sit in front of you the most.

The venue was very lively, wasn't it?

I'll feed you... it wasn't.

There are people in the city.

Nice.

Long time, but this air.

Kill or be killed.

And ye, the common man, sweat, and accumulate, and gather together with the blood, and leave no money without it.

Let's do it! Hilda is awesome!!

Everything in the world belongs to Hilda.

Thank you.

Hehe, I will entertain you!!

When I tamed myself with the atmosphere of the venue, I was struck by heaven, but I followed my instincts and ran to the ticket office.

... and results. Yes, I lost.

"Hilda, what's wrong?"

"Nhaaaaaa!! Why not? Whoa!? You're lying about black being a champ four times. Whoa! Eight hundred! Absolutely, there's eight hundred in this race!!

I'm crazy.

I stick to it from morning to noon, eleven races, why, yeah, I was crazy.

Haha. I even got my butt haired out. You don't need Esther.

"Also, could it be that I lost quite a bit?

Mary worries, it's time to speak up.

Around, as well.

The worn-out losers are cutting their tickets into paper blizzards.

Wow. I'll do it too.

Waha, that's fun. I've sucked a lot of money. Ah.

It's a moment when you guys turned into garbage scum.

Vain.

This is how girls go up the adult stairs, isn't it? Hmm.

Give me a little back. Hey, give me a break, will you? Oops too.

"Hey, how long did you lose?

"Just a little. A little."

"How much?"

"... about 100,000 P (pounds)"

Mary looks bright blue and trembles when she takes off the feathered hat she is wearing.

Chip.

You don't have to wake me up at this time.

"What are you thinking! Not a lot of money? Right, right. I'm going to apologize and ask you to give it back!

"Mary, you shouldn't say anything sweet. The world of battle is sparkling."

I'm sorry. And if the money you bet goes back, I'll show you peron and your stomach, as much as you want to flip on this occasion.

... that way we can compete for another one.

"Don't worry. We'll win next."

"Huh?"

When I smile like an angel Nico, I offer my hand toward Mary.

She, in a cold sweat and observing what she intended, shook her boom face and refused.

Here, I'll do a tan reveal.

I'm always cold and poor.

Both the allowance and the delivery for this month have already been swallowed.

The money I borrowed from Hannah while I was out.

It's disuiz debt.

"That's why."

"Uh, eh?

Meaning I brought you all the way here. You know what else...?

As Mary gave up, a deep sigh opened her mouth and took out the Romless Gold Coin.

You just have to be honest with me from the start.

"Ugh. I made fun of you. Even before this, you did, didn't you? Why, I don't know if I'll learn. My idiot."

"What. Aren't we best friends! Besides, I'm sure the next final race will come!

It's okay. I'll take it back next time.

Towards a glorious future - oh!

I'll triple this debt!

Wait. Okay, ha-ha.

... and results. Yes, I lost again.

"Oops!! Why not? Whoa!! Absolutely, it's a guru. Ahhh!!

"Hilda's idiot!!

"What are you guys rambling about!!

Nyah.

I got stuck in the root, and I was poised. Terrible.

We were kicked out of the racetrack because of the mess. Dull.

I only have 3,000 p (pounds). Bad merry.

I'm not bad.

Because, because. More, if I had Tane money, I could have fought another one.

Theoretical arming complete.

But I can't stay here anymore.

People change.

"Don't make it worse."

Racetrack officials stare at you like a ghost. Hmm.

I'm sorry to hear that. I'll be back, again. Once you have the Tane Money.

And so on.

Without a place to go, we wander around the city of Leasefield.

Yeah, anything, but unlike earlier, it looks gray.

Grey clouds. Sepia colored landscape.

Grey youth. Hildegardo fifteen-year-old winter.

"What are we going to do? Next thing you know, Artemisia and Lynette asked me to shop for you. Hey, maybe, but that's exactly what we have left, right?

That's sweet. I don't have any money left for gamblers.

"I can't go home anymore."

Mary covered her face and cried hard. You're a feminine one.

Oh, okay. It's a woman.

"You don't cry so much, do you? Look, the sky is so blue, and it's a good thing! I don't know how to do that. Meh."

"Whose fault do you think it is?"

I'm sorry. It's my fault. Absolutely. Hihihi.

But if there's a god to throw away, there's a god to pick up.

Walking around the city is something that counts for a great gold box.

Oh, isn't it possible that Marco, our proud Archbishop, is going over there!

Hey, Bishop, it's me.

There's a lamb in here!

I want you to lend me some money!

I'll triple it right back -!! Wallet, leave it!!

The bishop, looking at my face, ran out teasing his hem.

It's a great speed that doesn't look good in the year and will keep you away while you look around.

You feel that, don't you. Chip. Sounds like you're only good at self-preservation.

"Shall I tell you something good, Mary? The emotions you're having right now are only transient. Well, why not?

It's Hilda's fault.

"Huh. That's because you haven't grabbed the money. So I can't feel real"

It's Hilda's fault.

"There's only one way to stay. The only way we can survive is to grab the money with our own chicara, too!

It's all Hilda's fault.

Shut up. Are you a broken Orgol? I, when I pull Mary's hand, change course to the red brick building that I want close in front of me.

Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

Here, you can earn a quick dime.

I don't have time for this.

"Welcome. If you're chilling, go home. Welcome home there."

"Mmm. Don't bully me, Nelly."

Nelly, the sister of my soul, sat faceless at the Adventurers Union (Guild) reception.

She works hard, even in her daughter-in-law, not to change her stance.

Rod Shima...... As a family, I just want you to work hard for the dime.

"I can't lend you money."

Did they take the lead?

"The way to stay is to borrow money from Nelly?

No.

This is an Adventurer's Guild. I'm going to take the request.

That's the only way we live anymore.

"So let's do a quick and big quest that we can do."

Vaticone, and cute winks aside.

Kufu. You can mellow at the cuteness of this Hilda!

"Uh, what?

You bastard.

Nelly was applying a manicure to her nails with a carefree look.

Totally ignored!

This is the only way to get the complaint into the office!

"We have to get in! Not really. Hey, Nelly. We really need money right now. I don't know if you've come to me with a request that's gonna get you both.

"Still, the dungeon is closing. The aftermath of war is enormous. There are more injuries to the staff than I thought. You're the only ones playing around at a time like this."

Mm-hmm. You have a different attitude than when I asked. Discrimination. - Discrimination.

"Hilda. You, don't complain about what you do with your money, but don't get Merry involved. One of these days, you could be the one to stand on the street for real."

Ugh. I'm just reflecting. So, Money Co's Taneprise.

"Because I feel sorry for you for all the novels. Here."

That said, Nelly will give you a piece of paperwork.

Heh heh, she's a sweet woman to be easily relieved of.

"You know, Hilda. You, one of these days, it's gonna hurt real bad."

Ugh. Don't stare at me with a scared eye. Kiyu. Ku 'n. Khu Hmm.

"Hilda, it's dirty if you flip around in a place like that"

I shouldn't. I put myself in an obedience pose to the superiors. Don't be afraid, woman.

I will look through the paperwork as you pay for the chili on your back.

"Runaway searcher?

"I hope this young lady ran away from home. Hmm, but this is pretty much what I'm saying."

"But you must be cheap......!?

What do you mean, the fee's a million pounds?

You clearly know that God has prepared this for me!

"Hilda, your eyes look like gold."

I was born with this.

All right, it is.

Find a runaway daughter with a little choy and a million!

"I got this request!

And I proclaimed high, putting up the sceptre that I had in my hand, and made a kime face.

"No, no. I didn't take it. I'm still in the middle of explaining it."

Ugh. This age can grow.

Hyah! What are you buying? Uh, uh.

Proda bags and Sanel bags and Louis Button bags and Gayal bags and.

"Don't you have a bag!

Ahhh. Nelly's scratch just goes in. Watch this and Merry.

It was like looking at dirt on the road.

"No, no. In the first place, you're the thirty-fourth person to accept this request."

"Huh. Why don't you keep it a secret or something! Are you nuts? Are you dying?"

Bang the top plate of the window to protest.

'Cause isn't it?

Why, I don't know if I can drive as much as that. too.

"You know what? I'm not doing this personally. All requests are disclosed so that all Alliance subscribers can see them. No matter how much strength I have hidden in the union, Nelly, you can't hide it in your personal mood."

"I guess it's wisdom to do something there!

I can't use it. It's a woman. What about this catabout-boy?

"Hey, keep talking. I wonder if you're willing to ask."

Yes, I am.

With Nelly grinning, she pulls my cheeks to the left and right.

Looking back for salvation.

I'm sure I look amazing right now.

You know, human cheeks are so scalable.

Mellie and I gazed at each other with Kyoton.

Please help me. Mary, your best friend is the pinch. I thought we should help here!

"I think Hilda should think about it a little bit."

Hey, hey, hey.

The cage is over. Resolutely, protest.

Here was Nelly's explanation.

The client is Lexington Towtez, one of the city's leading treasurers.

He is a millionaire without any strangers to his name, even in Andrew State. He inherited his grandfather's wealth from the sale of salt and iron. Kicking his merchant enemies and getting Uncle Andrew's ink, he built a solid position as an arms dealer, a Silver Villago celebrity and patron of the leading Adventurers' Union (Alliance).

Running away from home was his twelve-year-old daughter, Pecorino, one of his daughters.

She has not been able to grasp her footsteps since she was sighted three months ago during the day, and the request itself was almost dying.

"Until tomorrow."

"So you got a new witness?"

Asked as Mary sparkled her blue eyes as she cracked her little nose.

This child likes strawberry gossip. You can't beat me, but hey.

"A month ago. A testimony has surfaced that Pecorino, my lady, was wandering under the mansion of Squano."

Squano Mansion.

Merry and I looked at each other unexpectedly.

People who don't know the Squano Mansion in this Silver Villago can be called Mogli.

That's how everyone knows, it's a haunted mansion.

By the way, I don't know much about it being a Towtets-owned property.

I just found out.

Everything is said to be one of the self-proliferating labyrinths that has been built for nearly a hundred years, but still continues to build.

Says the mansion's number of tsubos is too large to be grasped by the bureau.

Says, the carpenter and others also received a request for an addition quite some time ago, the gold payment has already been made, and no one knows about the internal structure.

Says that there are monsters roaming the Squano Mansion that do not exist in the dungeon, wandering around in the middle of the night, they lose their lives.

Says, even during the day, because of the trees that grew in the garden in the mansion, if you step somewhere dark, yet inside the gate, it is a different kingdom. etc.

"So you're saying that Pecorino got lost in that haunted mansion? Oh, doesn't that sound like a bad idea anymore?

"But the request has not been revoked. Plus, because the dungeons are closing, there are so many adventurers sweeping and throwing away their jobs. By the way, even today alone, I've been caught by the amount and about twenty-six people are challenging that mansion."

"But what is it? Oops. Don't waste it."

"Adventurers are obliged to report progress reports to the Union after ten days, not just whether they succeed or not. In the last three months, there have been one hundred and thirty-eight adventurers who have challenged the quest. Zero ex-post reports."

As I was stroked with cold fingers on my spine, I was zooked.

"Oh, I'm tired of not reporting it, or something?

"Hilda, when you signed up for the adventurer, you didn't go to the beginners' workshop."

'Cause it's paid for.

"Sure, there must have been a penalty for failing to report"

I know Mary better than I do, because she's always had more experience as an adventurer.

But. Aren't there a lot of people who get upset and skip that kind of thing?

"Hilda. The report is oral, documentary, okay. With Kett-Sea flights, unionists are free. Failure to report is disqualification, isn't it? Unless there's more to it, there's no one to skip."

Oh, then.

"Didn't he die? You're a so-called non-returnee. And. Look, that guy over there."

I was told and turned my attention to someone who was in a bit of a distraction.

Is it after thirty? He was a lean, blue-white man. He has a neat face, but somewhat a comatose eye. The cheeks are shredded and put together an atmosphere reminiscent of a hungry wild dog. The clothes you are wearing are also difficult and flaky everywhere that you wish you were looking beautiful. On his hips, he has a slightly longer sword. Some of you prefer this kind of man, but I'm a no-senquence. Ugh, I'm scared of something.

"Sick dog."

Nellie crushes that name by letting her voice down.

Because of my mind, the temperature in the field, it's cold.

"Sick dog, is it"

I don't know. Well, don't tell stories I don't know.

It will be too much. Please don't make me feel alienated.

"That's..."

Mary covered her mouth and suppressed her voice.

Apparently, you're famous. I don't know.

"Sick dog Diego. Formerly a bandit, a famous adventurer. I don't know as much as it's true or false, but I don't hear very good rumors. Something tells me I'm going to pull out my sword soon. It's dangerous."

Oh, I know every one of those people.

"He says he's taking this request, too. It's when I'm resting, so it's not like I interacted directly. That's why you chicks can't make a big deal out of a first-degree rascal sticking around."

"But usually, the quest wins early."

She has eyes like a puppy away from her mother dog while Mary almost radiates her aura.

Akan.

I'm trying to pull the trigger.

"Ugh. That's okay! Nothing, I'm not trying to slash each other. I hope you find that pecorino first!

"Yes, but Hilda says she's confident she'll investigate the mansion alone."

Nellie shrinks her eyes like this, causing a couscous laugh to look fun.

Ugh. Are you exploring that haunted mansion by yourself?

"And anyway, I'm going to meet the client in person to talk to him. The witness testimony doesn't mean anyone who's already grasped something could be misleading."

"What about that heart?

"I'm too scared to look for a haunted mansion."

"Hey, let's not. This is beyond our control."

Mary pulls her sleeve and complains with tears.

You shouldn't lick it. This Hilda will give you a good look at the fact that she's not just cute.

"You don't have to give me back my money anymore."

"Hmm? Money. Hey, hey..."

Aww, everyone in the mansion was stabbing me in the quail when I said I shouldn't be in debt anymore.

Here, if Nellie finds out, it's imperative that I try to hang her after I get home.

In other words, when I signed the request, I left the scene at the speed of light.

So, after the guild office, Me and Mary were visiting the home of our client, Lexington Towtez.

Big deal! No explanation needed!!

And, well deserved, unproductive mansion.

Blah, my parents' house is a castle that lasts hundreds of years, so I couldn't see a place to highlight it, including the condiments.

Only build, when done, is passed through to a solid reception room, often waiting.

Mm. This tea is cheap, isn't it? I thought the scent was bad.

That's how Lexington Towtez, the husband of this house, showed up as he chatted with Mary.

Lexington was a man of fifty lashes, in a wealthy shape to see.

Wow, it's huge. My stomach.

My hair, it's still plenty, but it's creaking out for some reason.

Are you going to be stylish?

It's just fuzzy and your skin is pretty glossy.

Merchants eat good food, so they're usually fat.

Nothing. Isn't that a negative point, that's a little too odd.

Is it the type I'm not sure about? No, no, then, as a merchant, you won't be able to make yourself any bigger. In the guise of being a hobbyist, I go from hand to hand. Because in a world where the eyes of a living horse are removed, it is called the usual means. I can't be distracted in many ways.

"Pecorino, please. Find my pecorino, at all costs! Thank you, I will definitely pay. I'll pay!

"Please calm down, Mr. Lexington. You and your daughter, God will always keep an eye on you. Your faith and prayer will always yield good results."

"Whoa, Sister Hildegard! Oh, is that right? Will God protect my daughter!?

Soothe his heart by saying things that don't make sense.

Well, don't doubt it, bokeh.

Increase your reckoning.

Whatever, I was fortunate that he was a devout Romless follower.

I didn't make any explicit remarks, but instead I succeeded in making it seem like the "church" was backing up. Lexington spits out information, perky, even if you don't point water in particular.

Whoa, whoa, more. Spit it out all the time. Whoa, here.

Anything, Pecorino said he was the stepchildren of Critier, who was his late wife.

Ma'am, you're a deceased now.

"Oh, my pecorino. Poor Pecorino!

For your information, I saw the portrait he brought with him.

My hair is golden and the same color as mine. My eyes are thin green, what a grown-up feeling.

Very, it's a prodigal rush. It doesn't look like what you're going to do, but young kids these days don't know what to do impulsively, so it's dangerous.

Mm-hmm. For some reason, I sigh as Mary looks at my face.

You didn't say anything wrong. You're a funny kid.

Lexington also knew about the latest witness statement.

Then why, if you ask him if he won't get as much hands on exploration as his own mansion, he says that building, which bears his grandfather's name, is forbidden to the Towtez clan.

If you ask me, he says his real father was a chunk of all fools in business and was made to hide at a pretty young age.

Mm, Lexington's grandfather said he inherited most of his fortune from him in order to bare his real father.

Its grandfather, Squano, sounds good when it comes to selling salt and iron, but let's go for a long time with something pretty dark. Later in life, he shifted to arms dealers, building the turf of the Totetsu Chamber of Commerce, which will be unloading considerable quantities to the unstoppable countries of the West and the South.

The mansion of Squano, known as the Haunted Mansion, is also heavily sealed with the soul of those who have lost their lives in place of treasure, and the dangerous property seems to be real, even with a cursed will that if a clan member stops by, it will always be a disaster.

The fact that my grandfather was in the registry and still couldn't finish the addition also meant that he was preventing others from entering by daring to leave him in a labyrinthine state.

He also said that in order to eliminate anyone other than those involved, there was a blockade in front of the gate, which always kept the guards stationed, but why, in that situation, did your daughter put them in the facility?

Suspicious. Too suspicious.

I spoke with Mary on the road about the doubts that came to my mind when I resigned from the Mansion.

He's hiding something, isn't he?

Yeah? Well, I noticed something. I, I had no idea.

Well, when it comes to suspicious, everything is suspicious old man.

I didn't even come here to pay my respects. Guess. Not at all.

"For once, I heard where your daughter usually stands, but what do we do tomorrow"

"Yeah. In the meantime, let's go around. But I still think we have to look into that haunted mansion."

Mary twinkles with a worried face.

Oh. I knew it. But it sounds like it, doesn't it?

"I may have something to hide, Mr. Lexington. Don't think it's true you're worried."

Yeah. Mm-hmm. I don't know. Mary, she's not very popular.

Avoid making explicit statements. Be smart, me.

Lexington's mansion was away from the city centre, so the municipal carriage was to be used on the way home.

"Um, excuse me. You must have visited Mr. Lexington's mansion."

At this late hour, we're alone. Mary freaks out and hides behind my back.

"Ah. It's nothing suspicious"

Suspicious enough.

In the first place, criminals don't call themselves "rapists."

It was a gentleman in his twenties or so who looked like him from the dark.

He named himself Katias Towtez.

Oh, my God, he's the missing pecorino's fruit brother.

"Mr. Lexington, no, my father-in-law and I had a bad time, and you left home at twenty-two."

Speaking of my brother, I did have a few points in his face that resembled the portrait Pecorino.

He said that several years ago, although he was educated as president of the House of Towtez, he collided with his stepfather over his sister's educational policy and left the house.

"Right now, I'm working a completely different field than an arms dealer. I'm just an apprentice."

He, too, knows about his sister's disappearance and depends on the allowance, but they don't see it.

Still, you're looking good enough to fall in love.

A little, Po, I got upset.

Shouldn't you? Because it feels so cool.

But no, no, no, no, no. I have a loving husband.

Yeah, but look at the cute Hilda, and Katias will be up there, too.

That is the truth about this world.

Be quiet, oh. Don't, I have a loving husband...!

Hmm, I'll give you an answer as to which one is better, mine or my husband's.

I shouldn't, I shouldn't.

... Hey, why ignore it? Why, Mary, talk fun.

You're not convinced.

I secretly turned to Katias for a murderous spell that was contraindicated in the church.

You may die by this slow acting technique. About a hundred years later.

"About my sister, please"

That's what Katias said, leaving the parking lot and disappearing into the dark.

Aren't you a good brother? I don't have eyes for a woman, though.

Am I the impure one? Hmm.

Ha?

Mary twists her neck tightly with the look of not falling in her heart.

It is. You're hot.

Don't think you beat me like this!

That. You're not well, Mary.

Did you even get pie touched where you didn't see it?

Well, chest volume is definitely my win.

"... disgusting, that guy"

I felt a strong chill running on my spine, staring at Mary like that with the look I had in mind.