How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"To tell the truth, Marie. There's nothing more I can teach you."

Suddenly I was told that was the fall of my fourth year when I began to learn magic in earnest from my master.

"Yes?"

"So think for yourself about the magic of granting."

"Ha ha..."

"Oh, this, because it means that we all pass on the exemption. Try your best to be independent. Yes, this is different."

"Oh, thank you.... is that so good?

"Yeah, you got a little blood during your training. That's the price."

I double-checked the contents of the cloth bag I was given. Is it my fault that I feel overwhelmed by the amount of coins that have been jammed?

"Marie, do you think there's too much or something?

"Yes, because I did provide blood for your research, but you didn't want to go out in public, so you went to town to buy out and earn money."

Yes, it is.

Running away from the three boys in a Count's house, I was thinking about staying out of town just in case.

On the other hand, whenever it was the season of the social world, the master went to Wang Capital to perform the magical entertainment of noble opponents to earn foreign currency, and to buy ingredients and magical materials that were not available in the mountains. In addition, he sold me a talisman made out of my confessional witchcraft.

Let me get this straight. As a disciple, why don't you push such chores on your master? It was in a state of

Marie, that's all your magical blood is expensive.

"Really?

"You may also use your own blood in granting magic, but in exercising magic, your role in blood is very different."

Your master took the deep shade of sapphire at hand.

"I am accumulating the magic I have gained from your blood here. Draw magic out of here and use it when you don't have enough magic, or when you want to keep it warm."

If you say so, I feel like I've been dripping blood on that sapphire over and over again, staring seriously at the stone.

"For a magician, your blood is very convenient. Be careful of your peers, especially those who use exercising magic. They keep draining blood and killing it."

Your teacher's black eyes, who speaks in a harsh tone at all times, told me that you were really worried about me.

"Didn't you think so?

"Me? I never do magic that hard, and I purely wanted to give someone what I've been piling up. So from now on, we will look for a child with the qualities of exercising magic."

Taking a new disciple, when proclaimed, is kind of a moya.

"It's okay. It doesn't change that you're my apprentice. And if you want to belong to an association in making a living from magic, come visit me. Because I'll write you a reference."

"How come you don't belong to the association? It's better to accommodate all kinds of materials, right?

"Self-absorbed people like me don't like being tied to organizational rules. This is all about character."

"... I see"

The words of your teacher, who did not keep track of the use of the material or keep books of money after many times, were very convincing. I'm not sure because the experimental records are so detailed that they don't go any further.

"Okay. Marizia Christianin, a strange apprentice. I have no words of gratitude or thanks to the sorcerer, Master Iscarcelli.... Uh, when life settles down, I'll write to you."

"You're kind of emotional because I didn't think you and I were going to be mentors. You were a really cute kid."

Your words seemed to have become a calling water, and I also remembered those days with a smudge.

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We were really mediocre farmers, like we were everywhere. Not wealthy, but lots of kids, what a twin I am, twins.

I still don't know why your father decided to sell me, not my twin sister, even though he couldn't support his child and decided to sell a girl with no workforce for the sake of lip service.

No, it could have been either way.

Maybe because my sister was in a good mood to laugh when she decided to sell it. My twins what I say, but my sister was a laughing child a lot.

I remember your father, with a slightly hardened face, leaving me with an uncle who didn't know me. Your father had a coin handed to him by his uncle and he couldn't wait to be scared of the child's heart with a smile that could only be described as somewhat distorted.

"You've had strange stubbornness since you were a little girl."

"Huh?"

"I wonder if you just don't remember. It was the first time I saw you."

"No, Master. I remember exactly when I met your teacher. When I was with my uncle I didn't know..."

"Yeah, well, on the road to the slave market, you were mouthing an adult line about 'there's no point in a name anyway' to a middleman trying to get his name. I miss you."

"Huh? Did you say that?

"You said that, didn't you? Anyway, the person who bought it will call it what they want. I was just hanging around hoping I had some magical kids, but some of them have been stuck around a lot."

I felt my face lit up by what I said I had no recollection of at all.

"After a closer look, I bought it for instant gold on the spot because he was a very magical kid. What are you unhappy about showing a reluctant intermediary double the market price and getting nostalgic without a market listing fee? I said I didn't like it, and the negotiations were finally concluded. Hey, it's been ten years since then."

"Oh, master. I have a lot of scratches, but how did you know the market, or double the market value?"

"Told you? Your blood is precious."

Your master caressed my head gently, as he has done so many times before.

"I think you grew up here a lot because of the way you lived. You've never raised a child. You've always followed me."

"Not really, I feel like I am now because I wasn't treated like a child"

If I recall well, I may have been entrusted with cleaning laundry dishes from a very young age. Well, I originally grew up in a house with a lot of kids, so there was a basement that I was helping as much as I could with the house.

"Marie. You're my apprentice, but you're like my daughter at the same time. You can count on me if you need anything."

"Yes, Master."

I nodded, and, uh, connected my words with prank.

"Or should I call you, Father?

Then your master stroked my head stronger than usual and sneezed.

"You can't get married if you call your father or something, can you? Because I don't know you're stronger than me."

"That's troublesome. Even though I'm only sixteen, I'm old enough to have dreams about marriage, Master."

I guess so. I laughed unexpectedly at your snorting teacher.

"If you are getting married, I will contact your teacher properly."

"Well, if you can report it before you get married, you can always go smash it up"

"Correct. I'll call you when we get married."

Gaze at each other and laugh at each other.

I, uh, breathed. To set the line for a soothing conversation.

"Master. Please, be well."

"You too. Marie."

That is how I was to be independent from my master, whom I had been accustomed to for ten years.

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Well, what do we do for now?

Having escaped people's eyes for ten years, I am, of course, of an unknown consciousness.

When I hid three quarters of the money I received separately in a tree that was close to the workshop (of course, I worked it out so that it wouldn't be in people's eyes with cover-up witchcraft), I rolled it out to the town closest to the workshop.

Stepping into the dining room past the lunch peak, an aunt, no matter how fond she looked, came from behind the shop with only a few groups of guests enjoying the tea, with a tight eye that I just thought was staring.

It's been a long time since I've spoken to anyone other than your master, and I accidentally get to myself, but I managed to have a loving laugh.

"Um, I saw a sticker on the table for a job offer, is it true that you can also live in it?

"Are you crazy?

"Yes."

"What about the parents?

Ugh, I kind of feel like I'm being interrogated.

"He was talking to me about selling me in trouble for money, so I came running over the mountains. Oh, I was helping parents with the wood dust and the hunter business, so I'm confident in my strength. Love is, well, quite..."

"Trying to sell my daughter?

"That's what I heard. Even if I misheard you, I thought you were old enough to think independently, so I thought it would be just fine."

For once, I've been thinking about a setting like that, but I guess it was reckless.

"Independent, hey. Not a daughter-in-law, huh? How old are you?

"Sixteen. I never even thought about dowry because I don't have a bit of athe."

Then the wilderness flew all the way from the quartet of grandfathers who were gathered in the corner, whether they were regular in this store or not.

"You're a pitiful kid, don't hire him."

"Yeah, well, love is pretty good, and I can't believe it compared to Anna. Every time I see your face, my guests run away."

"Yes, it would be better if I had a daughter, and the straw was worth the order."

And then the aunt in front of you, Mr. Anna? but he said, "Shut up on the field! I had a drink."

"In the meantime, come and order from them. Hey, it's like replacing a drink with one young daughter's smile, isn't it?

"Okay!

I quickly wore the apron handed to me when I put some dressed bags in the back of the store to throw at them.

"Thank you for the mouthful. I would appreciate it if you could place an additional order at this rate!

I was kind of happy with my uncles treating me very much to Frank, and I approached the table with a full grin and bouncing footsteps.

"Hey, it's not enough to make my little girl look good."

"Oh, Baker. Did you hear what I just said? I'll get you a treat."

"Yeah, well, you're doing just fine, you know."

Gahahahaha and a little frightened by my uncles who open their mouths and laugh, I still couldn't help but have some fun.

Well, I've always wanted to talk to someone else like this.

This must have been the routine before your teacher took it from you.

Some time after I started living with your teacher, I used to exchange words with people who were lost, though.

Ever since I met that boy, I've also avoided going out in public because I was scared. I've enjoyed talking to your teacher, but I've always wanted to enjoy this casual conversation...