How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Am! The fried mountain vegetables are ready to eat!

"Yes, ma'am!

Customer service work is getting used to a lot of it.

"Amalia, it's been yesterday"

"Hello, Baker. I just opened my usual table."

I could remember my face on a regular basis, and responding with a smile was as easy as breathing.

"Miss Am, please order"

"Yes, please wait a moment"

I remember the pseudonym "Amalia," which I was totally used to, and despite my busy lunch hour I deepened my grin.

"Well, for now, I'll have you clean up before the store opens, customer service, and clean up after the store closes. - Oh, you didn't hear the name."

After I told your first order, there was such an exchange. I'm trying to call myself "Marizia" without thinking.

"It's a name that stands for 'prayer' in distant exotic terms. That's the name you deserve, Marizia."

Words I should have heard four years ago froze my spine as if it were poison.

"I say Amalia. Best wishes.

The name I spoke of was the name of a maid who took care of herself in that mansion.

"Even Amalia? That's a pretty old name."

"? Really?

"It's a popular name for generations like Atashi."

"... oh, I see. I thought you said your mother gave you the name you wanted."

When I spoke of the origin of a name like that, I see, I got my consent.

"Hello, I think you're free."

It wasn't that long ago that I was puzzled by the recollections, but I smiled at the newly arrived customers.

"Hello, it's been a week, Mr. Klein"

Black-eyed Monday regular customers with dark hair gave me a smile back. Mr. Klein, a drug dealer, comes down the mountain once a week to sell herbs. Well, you're a teacher using a pseudonym.

"Mr. Baker and I can show you right away, if you'd like."

"Yeah, I don't mind."

I waved to Mr. Baker and said, "May I have your seat?" He leads his teacher to his seat as he speaks.

"Hey, pharmacist brother. Long time no see."

"Mr. Baker seems to be doing well, above all."

It's a big day at lunch, so I couldn't even mix it up with the conversation between the two familiars, and I moved around the store to the right and left.

"Oh, it's crowded."

I heard a man's voice coming from the entrance, and I, Mr. Hank, as soon as I carried the grilled chicken bowl of my order to the table, rushed.

Apparently, he was a new American knight entrusted with chores in the name of regular patrols. Blue arms are the landmark, which is what regular people have taught me since I started working here.

"Are you two? I can show you right away if you're in the counter."

"Huh?"

One of those knights, who seemed to panic for some reason, looked at me seriously.

"Oh, I don't mind the counter. Do you have any recommendations?

Fortunately, Knight, those two answered right away, so I'll lead the two of you to the counter.

"Fried mountain vegetables are recommended for a fixed meal today. Oh, but the knight may not have enough, so a chicken teriyaki fixation might be better."

"Okay, those two."

"Yes, sir."

When I told my husband about the order, the master at the table called me to leave the counter.

"Have a fried mountain vegetable meal. - By the way, is it true that Mr. Drunk touched your butt?

"Did you ask Mr. Baker? It's true. But I said to my father, 'How do I deal with a body language that's gone too far? When I talked to him, he told me," Don't deal with it with the body language that went too far, "and I stopped touching it."

"Ha ha, so Amalia was holding Hank's hand or stepping on his foot, and Anna would not tolerate it."

Returning a bitter laugh to Mr. Baker, who laughs lavishly, I am called again by another guest to another table.

"Amalia was a lot less alert and natural when she got here, and I was worried about Anna."

I heard your teacher say something back to Baker, who spoke so loudly that he could hear it all over the store, but unfortunately he couldn't even hear it. I'm really busy at lunch!

"Am, fried mountain vegetables and pasta are up. Then tell the Berkan bastard he can tell Linda not to drink as much."

"Yes, ma'am!

Mr. Berka, who hooks up with two or three glasses instead of one at the end of his work, was rarely here today to have lunch with his work buddies.

"… so, Mr. Berca"

"Wow, Anna's relentless, too. - Am by the way."

"Yes?"

"Sama, the knight at the counter, sees it coming, you realize that?

"Oh, really? But if you're on the counter, I don't need to order or cater, do I?

"You're in love?

"Maasa!

When I tapped Mr. Berca's shoulder gently and laughed off, I was summoned by Mr. Ogumi to pick up the next dish.

On the way, I glanced at the two knights at the counter, and I saw one of them. He's the one with chestnut hair and a loving face, but he doesn't look familiar. A knight on patrol in the first place is something that changes his face every time. Someone said the new American knights were going to team up to tour towns and villages in the country. Because the majority are knights from aristocracy, you think they need to see life down there?

"Am! The next dish will be ready soon."

"Yes, ma'am!

I switched heads to work in a hurry.

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"Am, I'm gonna cut my hand off when I'm busy."

"Oh, yes."

For the sake of tomorrow's descent, I was peeling a lot of potatoes, and I shook my body trembling at your words.

It's not a bad idea to continue serving like this, but because of this, I wanted to make a living using the magic inherited from your master.

Of the knowledge knocked in by your teacher, the techniques of granting witchcraft and herbal blending are likely to be useful as a business. Knowledge of the minerals essential for granting witchcraft is unlikely to help, and if you start a business involving herbs in this town, you will compete with your mentor, Mr. Klein, the drug dealer, so you need to move your base to another town.

"Ah."

"What do you want to do?

"I should have talked to you about your hips when Mr. Klein arrived today"

"It's not that big a deal. It just hurts a little."

Watching your hands flicker, I think I'll at least make some wet cloth medicine with marjoram. Ugh, revealing that I'm a magician specializing in grant witchcraft and just lightening up that heavy iron pot would improve a lot. Let me tell you something. But you're scared. Sorcerers who don't belong to associations generally don't seem to have a very good image.

But I really appreciate your help. Either way, he hired me at the residence without proof of identity.

But what if I know I'm a haunted sorcerer and they kick me out?

"Are you thinking again? If you have such a hippo, don't move your hands!

"Yes!

I align my gaze with the potato on hand. I managed to move my mouth together.

"Oh, you know, what do you think of a detached magician?

"I don't know, from a stick to a stick. You've been blown in by strange rumors."

Around Hank, your squeaking eyes were sharp, and I was only a little scared when I got used to seeing them.

"It's been a while since you've heard what a haunted magician said. At one point, everyone was talking to him."

"No one or him, is it?

"Oh, was it about four years ago? I hear there's been a hell of a kidnapping in Wang Du, and the killer's a magician, so he's been tightly controlled."

Originally, I heard that there are a lot of little villains who are haunted magicians, but I don't think they are parallel to the chatter. The root vegetables are skinned thinly in your hand.

"Kidnapping, incident..."

No way, no, no.

But to the odd coincidence of 'four' years ago, my spine freezes.

"Keh, in the end, did you find the killer in the kidnapping...?

"I don't know. It has nothing to do with Atashi and the others."

I nodded vaguely, "Right," and concentrated on peeling the potatoes. Otherwise, anxiety sprung from next to next and I wasn't likely to remain calm.

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At first, I thought you were having weird dreams.

Face to face from a muddy blanket, it was a room I had never seen.

The first thing that caught my eye was a white painted dirt wall. And some crates in the corner of the room. The room was dim and there were only small windows in high places.

For a moment, I thought it was a barn.

However, if I looked at the blanket that was twirling, it seemed that it was something I didn't recognize but that was more palpable than what I usually use and not treated as coarse.

Still a little, I just shook my blurry head small and noticed that there was another one, someone, indoors.

The boy, about mid teens, as soon as he and I met, said, "Oh, I'm up!" and knock on the door with a dong. - Am I a beast?

Exactly when I tried to protest, I finally realized the discomfort. Both wrists are shackled tightly. I'm not tied up somewhere to prevent escape, but I'd like to see someone who would be happy to have their wrists tied.

"Sorry, I can't swallow the situation"

Speaking to the boy, he can shrink and threaten his body to the point of "hiss".

That doesn't mean I inherited that eyesight because I worked under you, does it?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I should not listen to you. [M] So don't talk to me. I will be killed, or better yet, I will be killed, so give me a break...!

I don't know what it is.

In the meantime, to move your head properly, and try to get off the simple sleeping table, you notice that your feet are also shackled, and you relax.

He just wants to question the boy who seems to know what's going on, but he's seriously threatening, and he's off his face so he no longer meets me.

Sitting on the bedside I gave a light massage to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable with my ankle and wrist.

I don't know how it happened, but why don't I set up a body-language direct from you on the person who held me captive!

Knowing my determination like that, my footsteps jumped into my ear. Not alone, but not that many. They stop in front of the door.

"We're gonna open it."

"Wow, I've been waiting for you!

The boy opened the door ahead of the Lord of his voice.

It was the two of us who came in. A beautiful young man with blonde hair and an ageless man with black robes.

The beautiful young man who drove the lookout boy across the door prompts the robe man to do something just by his tricks.

The man in the robe pointed the cane in his hand at this one. I guess the fact that you have a proper cane means you're an association mage.

I felt unexpected with my toes and spell squealed, but nothing happened to the extent that my body glowed lightly overall. I'm kind of ashamed I showed upset.

The robe person looks back to the beautiful young man and reports that I do not have any magic tools, that I would not be a magician myself.

The beautiful young man then nodded satisfactorily at the report and stared straight at me.

No, I already know somehow. I don't know.

I just didn't want to admit it.

The beautiful young man called my name.

Kneel at me while I sit on my sleeping table and remove the shackles on my hands and feet.

Kashari, and an inorganic chain fell on the floor, finally freeing him from the frustrating weight.

The young man reaches out to me with a slight joy in his cold beauty.

"Marizia, my 'prayer'"

Stop. Don't come over here.

As I slept rolled, I pulled myself back small.

"I'm not letting you get away with this, Marie."

The word triggered.

Couldn't contain my disgust, I pulled his cheek out of my mind with my free right hand.

But he doesn't look frightened at all.

Impossible. I did hit my hand. Even my palm is gin. Her cheeks are also red.

"There's no reason to be angry either. I couldn't protect you. From that magician's hand."

"What are you talking about?

"It made me feel hard. You've been chopped up by that magician for the past four years, haven't you?

The young man reached for my back and hugged me.

"Let's go home. In my mansion....... Marizia"