How to Escape from an Implacable Man

With heavy shackles on my hands, I looked up at the young man standing in front of me.

Angelic and confusing, the golden hair is illuminated by a slight light that plunges through a small window of lighting, giving it a divinity as if it were a religious painting. The new green eyes had an unrivalled glow of any emerald, adding even more glamour to its beautiful and tidy face.

In other words, he is an incredibly beautiful young man.

He made the man withhold his inky robe and was confronting me.

"We have no surgery reactions to worry about. Even though he was with the magician, he didn't seem to have a wand to prove it, so he was presumably just a small-time user."

"- Right."

To Robe's man's report, the young man seeped a slight relief in his faceless face. Speaking to the man and letting him leave the room, he slowly approached me as I sat down on the sleeping table.

"Sorry to make you feel so hard, Marizia"

It wasn't until my hands became lighter that I realized that the little key in his hand belonged to my shackles.

"Ever since, I've been looking for you. I guess they were forced to work under that magician, huh? You can rest assured now. I'll protect you."

I was aware that the young man was a former boy.

That's why I make my body smaller trying to escape my arms stretched out trying to hug me.

"Marizia. My 'prayer'"

It was a boy with soft golden hair, an eye-catching appearance of a person, who told me that the origin of my name was what represented 'prayer' in old words. Yes, undoubtedly the beautiful young man in front of me was once, um, a boy, and my skin popped.

"I won't let you get away with it anymore. My Marie."

I used my free hand to pull his cheek out of my mind to shake off my fear.

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"Master. What kind of magic do you show this time?

My name is Marizia. It will be twelve this spring.

Born in a farmhouse full of children, I was found next door by my master and became a magician's apprentice. The master who took me from me by birth with high magic seems to have paid enough money for it, but I don't care about that. I love you, because there is a fact.

"Do you care, Marie? Well, the next time I'm going to the mansion, there seems to be a little older than you, so let's make it look fancy."

The master who smiles at me is cool.

The black hair and black eyes master is a famous magician. A customer in the meantime told me that even though the Royal Palace has invited me many times as a servant, I have refused everything. Even though you look like you're in your twenties or so, and you and my slightly older brothers and sisters sometimes see you, during this time, I think you're older because your good-looking uncle, who showed his face in the workshop, was bowing his head with a peck.

What's unfortunate is that your teacher doesn't teach me much magic. All I have to do is clean, wash, and provide my own blood for your research. He told me about letters and simple calculations, but there's no sign of telling me about the magic at heart. Now it's not a disciple, it's just a small-time use.

"Marie, this is today's stage."

I accidentally raised my missing voice between "fluff" and. Because with a very large gate and just a view of the garden inside, the mansion could only see the roof. It must be huge. Even the mansion must be very nice.

The master told the gatekeeper his name, and when he showed the wand, which was the Wizard's ID, he told him that he had been invited to today's party. Then a gatekeeper with a scary face led us inside looking nervous somewhere.

A very large mansion with white walls can be seen behind a beautifully appointed garden. My uncle, dressed in black and exhausting clothes, stood at the doorstep, bowed to us pissilli. I was surprised the first time I saw a bow that would not round my back with only my hips bent exactly as if I had broken a branch.

"Dear Mage Iscarcelli, I've been waiting for you."

"This is my pleasure, and I appreciate it"

In the words of your master, the black uncle also bowed his head to Piscilli.

"What about you?

"Oh, this girl is my assistant."

I gently pinched the end of my clothes and sat back so that I could look as good as I could.

"My name is Marie. Best regards today"

"Really?" his uncle nodded lightly, even though it was a full greeting. I'm a little disappointed.

"Now, Sorcerer Iscarcelli, I beg you to entertain me in half an hour"

"Of course. I wonder if there will be between refraining. I want to be ready."

"We have it for you. Please come this way."

My uncle took me, and your master and I stepped into the mansion. This isn't the first time I've entered a noble mansion, but I find it a simple yet expensive decoration. Even so, my eyes are fat because I follow you everywhere.

"Well, when it's time, I'll call you."

When my uncle left the room, I accidentally exhaled "puffy".

"Are you nervous, Marie?

"Yes, Master. Someone just now said it was too few words or right...... Well, it feels like there's no use walking."

"Right. The impression of 'right' shoots a target in a way. Deacon doesn't show gaps to others. My shame leads to my husband's shame. We must always show 'right' behavior."

"That's a very tough job. Is it a responsible and rewarding job that your teacher often says?

"Right. - Marie, get ready."

My master prompted me to rush out a small knife from my luggage.

"I'll show you a little fireworks tonight."

I will arrange the pebbles given to me by your master on the table. At first glance, it's like a rolling stone everywhere, but your master says there's a small mixture of crystals in it. Unfortunately, I can't tell from the other pebbles.

"Fifteen in all, right? Okay, here we go."

I slipped a knife in my arm. The red muscle runs, from which the puffy blood becomes red balls and swells.

(Was it shallow?

I put my hands on the wound to open, dripping one drop at a time on a pebble lined with my own blood.

"Master, we are ready."

While wiping the knife and applying gauze to the wound, your master puts magic into the pebble.

Your serious eyes narrow for a moment, and the pebbles glow blurry and pale. I loved this moment. Because it is the moment when a pebble without any change of philosophy turns into something very nice with its own blood and your master's magic.

"Marie, have your usual cup of tea."

You must have realized that you had been staring at me the whole time, that's what your master told me. Your master laughs softly when he looks at me unexpectedly.

"Marie, that's not what you look like. Your pretty face is ruined."

"Huh."

Your "tea" is like the medicine I take almost every day. I fry herbs that have hyperplasia, but this tastes bad. Bitter and sour, that tea, I didn't want to drink if I could.

"Marie. You'd have tea treats there today, wouldn't you? You should eat it as soon as you drink it."

"But Master. It's really not good."

"I'm sorry I forced you to. But given the amount of blood you provide every day, that tea is essential."

So bear with me. I shook my head to the side in a hurry.

"I'm not asking you to apologize! It's okay! I'll drink!

To help your favorite master, offering blood to me is not something I don't like either. Well, I don't like drinking tea.

Still, your teacher cares about my health, I can't believe I'm shying away.

"So, Master. Don't worry about my blood, keep using it. I want to help you. So..."

Therefore, the words that followed were stopped by your master's hand.

"Marie's character doesn't change. It's okay that you resented me for offering blood?

I peeled your hand off my mouth, giving you a slightly troubled look.

"It's outrageous! I want to help you! For that, I can tolerate that it hurts a little!

Your master smiled like trouble after all and still caressed my head softly.

"You've grown your hair a lot too, shall we cut it after this job?"

"Yes!"

My hair, knitted in three pieces together, is now stretched to the waist. Matching brunettes with your master. It seems that my body, which is home to a great deal of magic, can help you research your hair as well as blood. Awesome, me (body of).

Concon

"Is it time to get ready?

"Okay. - Marie."

"Yes!"

I take your robe out of my luggage. It is a smooth hand inked fabric embroidered with silver thread. Likewise, I took out my robe. It is a black cotton quality that is not comparable to your master's, but it is also embroidered while awkward with white thread.

Come on, let's go.

"Yes!"

Heading there is the birthday party venue for this mansion boy. Beautiful fireworks, I'm sure you'll be delighted.

I was thrilled, after the refrain.