How to Escape from an Implacable Man

After the festival, my life changed a lot.

Previously, the action of having only two choices: reading more books over and over again in the room, or walking in the garden, increased the great leisure time of embroidery and the wonderful option of reading freely in the study.

No, I'm still not free enough, but it's an extraordinarily great treatment given what's been going on.

Spending another week. Two escorts, Mr. Saara and Mr. Ermina, were to be relieved of their duties. I was informed after the dismissal, so I couldn't say goodbye, but I'm sure they, too, would have liked to get a more worthy job waving their arms.

I watched the gardens deepening the autumn colors every day, encouraging embroidery at best.

I tried to bring up the story about having Amarier take care of me as usual, and it's painful to have a cloth to embroider, and she asked me if I could apply it to the hem of the slip to be worn under the skirt, and it's important that it's invisible and fashionable, and I tried to employ it for the right reasons.

As for underwear, even Master Crest wouldn't be able to check it out. That is the real reason.

That's why I was at best stabbing the sorcery formation between common embroidery patterns.

Let's get this straight.

There's no way you're as free and satisfied as this, is there?

Restrictions on behavior, as well as conversations with servants, remain topical.

I want to earn a living using the confessional magic I have mastered.

If it is misconstrued that your master remained a small-time user, the escape using the sorcery team should be a no-mark. I want to do something about it.

For that reason, I would sell the charm to the overprotective young beauty who is the root of all evil!

You mean at the festival? Nannohanasideska?

That was an accident. It's just an accident where part of my face and part of it came into contact!

It's never a first kiss!

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"I heard you wanted to keep the ornament on hand."

At the dinner table, fighting Kidney Pie, which was difficult to eat gracefully, I looked up to his words sitting at the same table.

"Yes, I haven't worn it since Thunder King's Festival, and at least I wish I was free to admire it."

I asked Amalia to see a three-piece set of diamond earrings and matching necklaces worn that day at any time today. Well, just the overpriced stuff, how could it not be good at her discretion, and this is how she asked her husband.

"I thought you didn't like jewelry, but did you like it that much?

Sure, I couldn't stop being scared enough to touch my ear a little and see what I would do if I dropped earrings even on such a high quality diamond, festival day.

There were no other convenient gems.... to save magic.

Oh, my God, I can't be honest with you, so I'm showing off my preassembled theoretical armament.

"Because you gave it to me, and the decorations were exquisite and stunning, I thought I might be able to photograph it on the embroidery."

While challenging the collapsible Kidney Pie with a knife and a fork, let's say why and see how it goes like nothing.

……

I'm in trouble if I don't hear back from you.

Yes, Second Battalion, go!

"And I was hoping that I would remember that day happily."

When I fill the pie I managed to cut, and look at them with cheeks, I feel like I look sinister...

As usual, he's lacking in facial expressions. But it doesn't seem like a very good trend, so I roll out the original third blow.

"... right? It's so expensive, so if you take it out and you have something, you're in trouble. If this were to happen, I wish you hadn't hesitated to buy the beautiful ribbon we were selling at the festival"

Place the fork in your hand with a mouthful that looks as careless as possible. Your chest is full and you won't get through your throat any more. Appeal. It's hard to eat this pie. I wish I could just grab it and eat it.

Finally, I sigh at this sight.

- Come on, what happens?

If I watched them softly, I would have stopped eating and held my mouth down for some reason.

Did it catch anything stiff? You know, mixed with cartilage?

Amalia, who refrains beside me, had her eyes wide open to see something incredible. Then, Master Crest's obliquely blackened family order, Mr. Hull, sends a gaze of gratitude to me.

I have no idea why.

"Gift a Jewelry Box with a Lock"

The voice belonged to Mr. Crest, who was noted by his servants once he did.

"I'll have it ready in a few days"

Understanding the meaning of his words, I looked up in haste.

"Is that true? Thanks!

To my words of gratitude, for some reason Master Crest pressed his mouth and leaned down, as well as a raw and strange air flowing through the dining room.

- Later on, when I received a small box with a fine decoration from Amalia, I let my eyes shine in its contents.

What was there was a familiar earring and necklace.

...... or high quality gold diamonds.

From that day on, I became enthusiastic about photographing the delicate craftsmanship applied to the ornaments on the cloth, and when I stabbed a needle in my finger with a chisel, I drowned the flowing blood and tried to save my magic in the ore.

Rework your escape plan over and over again, encourage tickling and embroidery, and save your magic.

In the guise of a happy attitude to life today, from time to time, I try to stab Uncle Arjee's family crest and the Knights' crest into the chief like a bribe.

As always, he was anxious for winter to approach as he lived a life where he had no opportunity to talk to anyone but his servant and could not even get outside.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a long time"

One of the few people I knew and friends of Lord Crest who had spoken to me in my study who had tapped the map of Wang Du and the country into my head. "Few", of course, depends on both "I know" and "Friends of Dear Crest". Difficult things.

Overflowing with curiosity like a cat, he looked like he had more chestnut hair with hair tips running out than usual because of the rain.

"Weren't we talking at Master Crest's?

"That's right, well, a sudden customer came and said I was a little reluctant. Hang out in your spare time."

Mr. Carl is a rare man who talks to me no matter how many times he is angry with Master Crest.

"What? Are you looking at the map?

"Ah, yes. When I thought about it, I didn't know much about Wang Du or about this country."

Being under house arrest couldn't have made me familiar with the geography of the capital, nor did I have the opportunity to know the geography of the country because it was clear during my training.

No way, I'm considering an escape route, I can't be honest with you, so I'll keep stating that it's not a lie, but it's not all true.

"Well, Crest won't let me go. But if Marie said she wanted to take a trip, it would be a good idea."

"I don't think so..."

Even one escort, one embroidery thing, is something that has finally come true with all that effort, but how much better to flatter when you leave the king's capital instead of the mansion.

It would be humiliating for me to know that if I showed up badly, I could withdraw my concessions. It's close to cutting your pride to be attracted to someone who traps you.

"For example, this Rochettre is famous for its hot springs. The mountain trees are colored in beautiful yellow and red this time of year, and they're so beautiful."

Mr. Carl slips his fingers on the map of the country and tells us about the mountainous town to the west.

"This cult cadache is the gateway to the sea. Because of the abundance of seafood and the boom in trade, rare products can be seen. Well, I can't recommend it to anyone who doesn't like the smell of tide."

Mr. Carl, who pointed to the northeastern seaside town, politely explained to me.

"You know a lot about it."

"Really? It's normal. Everyone should study during a knight apprenticeship. In fact, it's useful information for the job."

"On patrol, is that it?

"Right. One of the troublesome roles of a new American knight, it's useful information for patrols. But now the experience of that patrol will come alive to the next job."

Senior knights for sale, though. and Mr. Carl flaunted his shoulders and showed them away.

Unlike Master Crest, it is very easy for me to deal with him because he changes his expression when he also exchanges gestures and gestures.

Next to the name of the town where his fingers stopped, I stiffened my body.

"Waldstow. You found you here, didn't you?"

My chest hurts.

Sharp eyed Anna. Mr. Baker, who likes to talk. Bad liquor habit, Mr. Hank. Mr. Berca from the Fearful Wife's House. Margot, the hardware store, who told me what a woman's luster was.

The faces of the nostalgic come to mind one after another.

"Speaking of which, I came here without even saying hello to the people in the dining room..."

To be precise, instead of greeting me, I was in a state of total abduction, but am I making you worry?

"Oh, you used a pseudonym to work to deceive the magician's eyes then. Looks like Crest cared about the chaser and brought him here forcefully."

I accidentally glanced at Mr. Carl.

Different views are reasoned 180 degrees within the unknown.

I used a pseudonym to deceive Master Crest's eyes.

You mean you brought me here forcibly, or you've been kidnapped with or without me while I was asleep?

"Hmm? Did I say something weird?

"Yes, no..."

Thought you might be on your side, but apparently, Master Crest is totally fooling you.

I leaned down disappointed.

"Sure, I heard enough thanks were given to the store owner who hired you because he kept you from the kidnapping. He said he didn't have to worry so much."

I mean, Anna thinks I'm the poor lady who was taken from the noble mansion.

"Oh, yeah. Why don't you ask Crest? He wants to go and thank the people who took care of him in Waldstow directly."

What the hell kind of face do you want me to go and see where the weird settings come from? I don't know, I can't wait.

Concon

When Mr. Carl gave permission to the sound of the knock, it was the roots of all evil that showed his face from it.

Some grumpy, grumpy look makes it even more rugged when you look at my face.

But the spearhead of that anger apparently wasn't me.

"Carl, I told you to stay away from Marie."

"What? I'm narrow-minded, Crest. I just came here to read a book in my spare time, to teach Marie a tourist attraction in this country."

I don't know if you're used to piercing gaze, but I think Carl cares about the big guy with the floating shoulders. You're not scared.

"Have you finished talking? That must be Sir Pier's messenger, isn't it?

"You know exactly what I mean."

"Yeah, you've been to me, too." No, but aren't you coming these days? I thought you squeezed your head off, didn't you? Miss Marguerite's marriage partner. "

Oh, I see. Is that who the sudden messenger was?

On second thought, it would also be a strange story not to have a decided opponent for the son of an aristocrat who is already eighteen years old. I also heard it's a lot of deductions due to future prospects & beauty.

"Carl, don't make Marie talk like that."

"Huh? Doesn't Marie care? That's the edge of Crest, isn't it?

For some reason, the gaze of the two people we were talking to gathers here.

"Uh, I hope you understand Mr. Crest properly and see the kind of warrant that will support you"

I don't know if this faceless, thoughtless, uncircumcised young lady exists.

To my best favorable answer, for some reason Master Crest made the beauty violently. You must be aware of your elusive personality, has it depressed you not to have such a warrant? I did something wrong.

"What, Marie? Seriously? Didn't you say you wanted a ribbon at Thunder King's Festival or something?

To Carl, who looked panicked for some reason, he said, "What do you mean?" Tilting my neck, I put the shiatsu and the map back on my bookcase and turned my back on my study saying that I should not disturb my friends' conversations with each other.