How to Escape from an Implacable Man

My conscience hurt, but while I was safe and relieved to be able to escape Wang Du, I was headached by the dodginess of my own plan.

Activate the close-range transfer magic team multiple times, which can only be moved a few meters away in sight, and escape outside the residence.

It had been a day and a half since I got into Ichi's station carriage in the morning with the sheets stripped from the bedroom and temporarily stitched in place of my coat "Say" and made it look like it in the illusion formation, including a ride where I reached the nostalgic Waldostow.

It was more draining than I expected to keep exercising my illusion formation against myself constantly moving, not in a fixed place somewhere, and of the three diamonds I had brought up, I had used up even the magic I had been saving on a pair of earrings, and it was a snare.

Still, I managed to encourage myself, arrived at another stash my master gave me around the spring, with the money I got to get the minimum amount of clothes ready, and then rolled over to the perfume and the unique smelly end-of-place inn, where I had enough sleep, and said to me, Ha.

For now, I thought if I could get to another stash, but I hadn't decided what to do in the future.

(That said, I can't cause any more trouble to your teacher or to the cafeteria clerk)

I packed a simple breakfast into my belly but was anxious to use the station carriage while falsifying myself in illusion. It consumes more magic than expected.

Still, I went out to a neighboring town over a mountain so that no one I knew could find me, and went halfway toward the mountain if I didn't calm my back in an invisible place.

Winter is approaching.

If I could have thought a little more calmly, I would have chosen to stay in that mansion until after the winter.

But I couldn't do it, no matter what you think.

'Cause you don't know what he's thinking.

Because I heard he was my youngest child, I thought it was a perception that "I protected a pitiful child, instead of a sister or just a good servant or doll".

Shortly after the Thunder King Festival, he feared that he had infidelity for me, who had grown up quite feminine. If I was compelled to be a convenient mistress, I would have decided to escape even using a dangerous sorcery team that could have sequelae.

Seeing that nothing had come of it for a while, I feared that it was completely unpredictable.

'Cause you're scared!

If the conversation plays, even if it's not emotional at least, I can guess what I'll think by gathering so much information.

But I don't have many words, and I don't see emotions.

Anyway, I was scared.

Indeed, I know what it feels like to have that beauty, that clear brain, that forged flesh, that future, that noble lady and her father move securely. You can go to your daughter-in-law or take it to your son-in-law.

But, you know, I'm a civilian. It's a general peep.

Aren't you afraid that I, who don't even have a reciprocal status as a nobleman, for some reason receive disproportionate benefits in your mansion, the reason for which is completely unknown?

Finally, aren't you also afraid of the faceless aesthetics that don't see the bottom of your heart?

Oh, I want to be stupid about someone.

I want you to empathize with me.

There is also a sense of hunger for a non-deflective conversation.

"But now, we have to think ahead"

The farewell you gave me doesn't mean it's infinite. We need to find a place or a means to escape that man's hand somehow.

Follow the traces of mountain paths that people use as they battle the cold that pierces them painfully from their feet.

I didn't have a clear athe, but hopefully it's also a hunting cabin that won't be used during the winter months.

According to your teacher, a magical person is generally superior to the sixth sense. I mean, it's a good idea.

The master explained theoretically that "the ability to perceive and unconsciously process a stream of magic that cannot be perceived by humans with a low amount of magic in their possession", but I don't remember the details.

(It's a wild sense of smell, and when I said it, it pissed me off)

A perfectly dull body swept in the residence life, and even as I rang my throat, I couldn't help but laugh at pleasant memories.

Before long, a cabin made by Marutai appeared in front of me. It's a magical business.

But if there's one problem...

"People's, Signs..."

The laundry was dried in front of the cabin, which stood secluded in a place where the forest was cut open, amidst the trees surrounded by the sunset. For one person in terms of quantity. Are you out, or are you planning on keeping it dry all night?

In the meantime, I was rushing out and exploring through the clairvoyant sorcery team how the residents would be able to stay for a night or so.

"Excuse me, excuse me!

Open the door with a loud voice. He dived through the unlocked front door lightly and went without hesitation to the back room of his right hand. I was in a rush in the dark cabin, so I hit my right shoulder against the pillar. It hurts plain. But now we're behind on that.

"Are you okay!

The sight I knew by clairvoyance, but when I saw it with my own eyes, it caught my blood.

It was the fallen trees that crushed the walls of the cabin and parts of the ceiling, underneath which lay the lord of the cabin. In the dark cabin, only that room could see the indoors with the slightest light plugged in from the outside.

"Ugh..."

Make sure you have a small groan and breathe and finally take a breath.

No, you can't take a breath.

When I rampage my backpack to the floor, I take out the charcoal.

(er, the lighter configuration..., no, I guess I should do it floating)

As I spared a stray hippo and wrote up a lighter formation on the fallen tree, it was followed by a cloth with an embroidered formation of physical strengthening (the one that was originally embroidered in my underwear) wrapped around my arms.

The lightened fallen tree is thrown poignantly outside, removing the broken marutai, which was originally a wall hit roof, from the top of the fallen person.

"...... eh"

Worst.

Instead of pounding my tongue, I gently bit my lower lip.

Not only is the fragment piercing and the blood seeping, but it is bent in an unlikely place with legs.

"So... get away? Klaus?"

It was an aunt with dark tea with gray hair who murmured the name of a blurry and man.

"I'm sorry it wasn't Mr. Klaus. I'm a passer. In the meantime, I'll rent you a little kitchen for treatment."

I ran from the front door to the kitchen where I could see my left hand when I put on my own feather-woven coat to my aunt.

Fish the cupboard, light the firewood in agony with the firestone, and borrow a small pot to make hot water.

Uh, how do I treat you?

Knowledge of the medicinal herbs knocked in by your master makes no sense without things.

I return to the wounded while the water boils. I borrowed the candles that were in the kitchen, so I could see my aunt's complexion turning white.

I don't know how long I've been in that state. The consciousness seems quite cloudy, and although the thin eyes are open, those eyes are not following my appearance.

"It may hurt, but I'm sorry. You're going to bed."

Thanks to the technique of physical strengthening, I lifted my aunt lightly and carried her into a room with a simple bed with a behaving and candles added.

When I lay on the futon, I lay the stall (the cleavage end of the cloth that is known as) that was wrapped around my neck so as not to contaminate the sheets under my bleeding left leg.

By the time I went back to the broken room again and picked up my stuff and came back, my aunt's consciousness had already been lost.

Pull out the fragments, disinfect them, wrap them around bandages, escort them to their broken legs, and transport them to town? No, call a doctor?

I can't make it. There's an alarm somewhere in my heart.

I wonder how troubled I was.

My stomach was set when I heard the boiling water in the pan from someone else.

Then even if you eat magic fools...

"- in a way that is likely to help"

If I spoke up, I wouldn't have swayed anymore.

Bring every pot of hot water from the kitchen, and borrow more buckets and hand wipes on your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm gonna put one of my pants on, I'm gonna break it"

You wouldn't have heard me, but I cut my pants painted on my aunt's own blood with my own knife and dew the affected area.

Anesthesia, blood gain, disinfection, … healing.

Think of the sorcery team you plan to use.

It's okay, I can. I can.

Tell yourself, first draw the formation of anesthesia and blood gain directly into your aunt's body. Since there was no dye, I mixed the coal dissolved in hot water and my blood there to replace it.

Just make sure your aunt's breathing has calmed down a little, and pull out the pieces of the stab while cleaning the affected area painted on the blood with a hand wipe squeezed in hot water.

I wanted to do what I could with people's hands, although I could also remove foreign objects with a disinfectant sorcery formation. Because the more disinfectants you have, the more magic you use.

And I looked down at the necklace with it hanging on my chest.

The healing magic formations are not known to the public.

Being able to cure injuries with witchcraft is common sense that everyone knows about people who learn witchcraft, but it's also common sense that it's difficult.

The reason is simple. Because it consumes a very large amount of magic.

Even counting across this country, your teacher said that healing techniques are used once a year or not.

In a royal palace where several magicians work, something that cannot be unplugged (for example, a key figure of the country is raided and seriously injured?) Unless it does, no choice is made to use healing magic. Even then, four or five magicians will exercise one technique. Multiple people cannot work on one sorcery formation, so they are confined to nature and the exercise of sorcery.

Yet, from now on, I'll do it alone.

Of course, all the magic you've saved on a necklace diamond will be exhausted. I didn't know if that was enough.

All you have to do is believe in your magic, which is not suitable for exercising magic, praised by your master.

"Please, I want to help..."

I drew that formation, as I prayed.

◇ ◆ ◇

"Hey, you."

He's getting slapped on the cheek with a pepper.

Oh, shit. Did you fall asleep on the way to work?

If you don't wake up early, the night part will start, so your father will be mad at you.

No, are you already mad at me?

"Wake up."

The cheeks beaten with a stronger force than just now hurt slightly.

When I opened my eyes, there was Anna, angry and sharper than usual.

"Is that it?"

- I wasn't there.

What was slapping my cheek was an aunt with a gracious face that didn't resemble Anna cutting up the dining room.

He kept his upper body up from the bed, calling on me as I slept to ram him into the bed.

"Uh, uh, good morning?

"Looks like you finally woke up.

Check your surroundings for a moment. Often, finally understand the situation. I had a nostalgic dream because I was in Waldstow yesterday. I could have at least checked the dining room at a distance. I guess that was the dream that the thought showed me.

"Sorry to wake you up, but for now, can you explain the situation?

"Oh, yes, I came running by and the fallen tree bled out on my underlying aunt - oh, I left the laundry dry dry dry!

Even subtracting what I was in a hurry, my aunt burst into laughter at my words of confusion for some reason.