How to Escape from an Implacable Man

(Thought you'd just cross one mountain, but you're more coming to your feet than I thought...)

Among the trees, I was walking by while I found new buds everywhere that would add a green colour to it.

The trigger was a word from Mr. Miltil.

"Has anyone in town been worried about you living here before?

The word came to me once a week, Mr. Klein, the drug dealer, who was coming to show his face in the dining room - a teacher by the name.

The truth is, I wanted to meet the cafeteria ladies and regulars. But she explained to Master Crest that she was the victim of a kidnapping four years ago, and I can't even go see her in the meantime. Most importantly, I'm sure Master Crest looking for me hasn't hit Wildstow with anything.

The only teacher who knows Master Crest's obsession must be worried. Since I'm an independent apprentice, I can think of things I'm letting go of, but I think I should go and say hello. Pharmacists can be commercial enemies.

That's why I closed the store for about three days and decided to go home. She tells the neighbor that she is going to see a doctor she knows because of herb collection nominally.

(Good to be here with 'Marie')

I thought it would also be training Nicole's fitting self and 'Marie' to walk with her, but unexpectedly 'Marie' was helpful. Even if you are fortifying your ankles with sorcery formations, there is life. Fatigue really builds up. On the contrary, Marie is tireless. Along the way, when his legs stopped rising, 'Marie' made Nicole walk with a princess. I can concentrate on the behavior of 'Marie', it's easier to manipulate 'Marie' 's body by touching it, and it's easier to chin.... Well, it won't be training.

I walked down a road without rest in the early morning, and by the time the sun tried to rise to its highest level, I was able to reach a familiar mountain path. Then, along the way, he hunted down the mountain vegetables that caught his eye and about two ravioli. I actually thought I needed these handicrafts too, because I have brought a few plates that Mr. Miltil made for me, but it could be a visit at meals.

Until about a year ago, on the road I came and went, I also bounce my legs. Walking side by side with Marie again, I was wondering what to tell you.

That Master Crest accidentally found me. That I escaped on my own. That he is now stationed in Deventio, where one mountain is pinched.

(Oh, we need to talk about 'Marie' properly, too)

And I felt my cheeks stick loose in the workshop I finally saw.

Conn, Conn

I just get a little nervous and knock. And then I looked at him like...

"Hello"

Boy with only about my back length. Ash blonde hair bracketed in one behind creates a tight angel ring on a leaking day. His empty eyes looked decent at me and 'Marie'.

"Uh, Marizia, which...?

"I'm Marizia," I told the troubled looking boy, who somehow predicted his identity.

"Your new apprentice, perhaps?

"Oh, yeah. Yes, it is, no, it is. I say Ike. Uh, please come inside. My master is waiting."

The boy who invited him inside, Ike, glanced at 'Marie' and said, "Are you...?" He asks. Probably all I heard was that my sister's apprentice was coming from your master who found out I was coming on a surveillance network around the workshop.

"Simply put, he's my partner"

"Nice to meet you, Marie."

When 'Marie' offers her right hand, Ike holds that hand too.

"To Marizia, Marie? It's a little confusing because the names are similar."

Ike, who leaked like that, seemed to recognize 'Marie' as a person, so I snuck a grin.

"Hey, long time no see, Marizia. I was just about to have lunch. It would be helpful if you could cook that souvenir quickly."

"Your teacher seems fine and above all. Did you also foresee handicrafts? - I'm sorry I suddenly disappeared from Waldstow."

"Yeah, well, it's fine because it has a killer stare.... So, I'm a little sorry, but I was wondering if you could make me lunch"

"? I don't mind"

"No, that would help. Me and Ike are bad cooks. Oh, and then let me help Ike."

"... I see"

I went to the familiar kitchen when I invited an Ike boy who looked a little badly punished. Whether you want to use ravioli and mountain vegetables, let's look at the ingredients before thinking about the menu.

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"That was Marie, it was delicious. How was Ike trying to help? A little cooking arm, is it going to come up?

"I never thought about going up or using the magic team to shorten my time"

"The truth is, it's better to put some time aside and soak up the flavor, but it's like a housewife's backgammon."

"No, because there's no such thing as using magic behind a housewife's back."

Rude, need be the mother of invention. Embalming sorcery, even frozen preservation sorcery, is indispensable for food preservation.

This time I used a line that kept making fine vibrations. Keep the flavor immersed in the gap between ingredients by continuing to shake it fine. By the way, it can also be an application of the sorcery team devised for laundry.

"For once, I put the rest of the ravioli on the bottom and wrapped it with rosemary and set it aside, so all I had to do was cook it, and I drained the mountain vegetables out of the ash juice"

"It really helps. Ike, did you tell me how to drain the ash juice from mountain vegetables?

"Yeah, that's okay, I think"

Ike glanced at her herd of blue eyes at 'Marie', looking slightly badly cut.

"Is Marie okay if she doesn't eat?

"Never mind. Originally, I can't eat it."

In reply to "Marie," Ike looks subtle again. When I look at Mr. Hiraki, the black eyes are narrowed so that they are interesting.

"Marie. Marizia. I wonder if it's time for you not to be mean."

"Yes, excuse me, Master. But thanks to you, I felt confident. - Marie, will you make me some tea?

After 'Marie', who nodded and stood up, Ike chases him to the kitchen when he helps.

"Now you're dressed as a man."

"Yes, I use the name Nicole. Until we got out of Wang Du, we deceived him with a phantom in all directions, but because of his intense magic consumption."

"That would be right. Even I don't want to do that. You should change your mind. Approaches such as inhibition of perception and dilution of presence are much more magically efficient"

Instead of teaching you the right answers, your teacher will guide you in changing your perspective. Think of it, except for the basics, which is how you were tipping me instead of telling me up to ten.

"I made you tea."

Ike pours tea into three cups and brings them. In the kitchen, he also confirmed my confidence that he would not even drink tea to 'Marie' many times.

"Thanks, Ike. - Shall I make a 'Marie' seed, then? Marie, put your gloves on."

"Marie" nodded, removing the thin gloves made of cotton. I looked at the dewy wrist and fingers and opened my eyes wide so that Ike could give it a little bit.

"Ike, now you're convinced. Why Marie Won't Dine"

"... human, not, or something?

"Correct. Ike, this Marie is a pottery doll."

As Marie pulled her own red-brown hair, her tight, nagging head became dewy. Ugh, screaming Ike. Shit, was it horror?

"Looks like you've used your hair for a long time, Marie. Besides, this is a mix of conferred magic as well as exercised magic. I see, I didn't think of any way to do this."

Now it was my turn to be surprised.

"Now, did you say you exercised magic?

"That's right. Haven't you noticed yourself? You can't manipulate the magic team so far, you can't make expressions."

"But I have exercised magic..."

"Yeah, you weren't suitable for general exercise witchcraft. But exercising magic, which consumes a lot of magic, seems to be under proper control. - Besides, your" Marie "is already like a" wand "for those who use magic."

If you look next door, Ike is also tilting his neck.

"Well, maybe we should give a lecture on exercising magic."

I rushed to retrieve my portable pen and face.

"When you apprentice to the Association Mage, you first make a wand.

Exercise magic is about image! Ambiguous images lead to sorcery outbursts

Magic in case of fatigue and physical or mental loss is dangerous

Anti-runoff wand

Use a part of your body and be the starting point for witchcraft.

Protect yourself by physically distancing your origins during a runoff.

I often use my hair and nails. (Some examples use fingers and eyeballs)

Not in the form of a cane, but even removable ornaments like pierced bracelet necklaces'

That's my lecture note.

"That doll sounds like the right way to use magic for Marie. I'm relieved you seem to be using your magic. - By the way."

After finishing his lecture on exercising witchcraft and wand, your teacher stopped looking at my pen.

"That, too, is grant magic, isn't it? Ike, guess what direction it's in."

"Ugh, uh..."

In the middle of the lecture, Ike, who had ink on his pen tip many times, stared at my pen for my phone.

"It didn't look like it was replenishing the ink, but the black line was drawn properly, and the tip of the pen was a little black."

Mouth bumps and observations.

Oh, I miss it. Was I well treated, too? The teacher said that witchcraft requires ideas and ingenuity, so many times he imposed this training.

"The whole pen consists of hardened coal, camouflaged only on the outside,"

Ike's thoughts, unfortunately, are not correct. But I might be able to make something similar the way Ike said. And the point, I wonder.

If you look at your teacher, you must have made the same decision. Yeah, yeah, he's nodding.

"That's not a bad idea. There's a container of ink in the pen, and I'm flushing it out a little bit. By the way, that's the one Marie made during her training, so she should be rolling in this workshop, too."

"It's rolling, my master. You admired me, and you're missing?

"Yeah. Marie's really good at making these familiar things, isn't she? But I, I rarely write, and I'm gone. Sorry."

The lovely winking teacher stroked the face of 'Marie', who stood next to me and refrained when she spoke of her apology with an unhatable expression somewhere.

"Hmm, you're doing great. Well made."

"Oh, now, the person I'm looking after is the one who makes pottery dishes, and he also advises me on fine shaping..."

"No, no. Well, so is the facial heel, but the way you give it a look. I wonder what's going on."

Unusual.

I didn't expect to be asked that question by your master, who always nursed at first sight the sorcery that I constituted by squeezing my head.

It was worth the trial and error in the winter. It wasn't a wasted effort to stare at my face in the mirror and ask what kind of movement it would take to give me a look.

At the end of dozens of failures, we got to the way we are now...

(That?)

That's all I thought about, I noticed. At the same time, the answer to the mouth had been decided.

"That's a secret."

If I put my index finger on my mouth, I was praised satisfactorily as "That's fine". Ike looks strangely at the transfer next door.

The basics of witchcraft are to "think". Other than the one you really need and trust, magic only teaches the basics. That's your ideal magician statue. So I guess my answer to saying "don't tell" is the right one.

I dated Ike's training, who then became a sibling apprentice. Sometimes I was told that 'Marie' was unconscious, but also controlled by exercising magic, and I wanted to deepen my knowledge.

I tried to teach Ike the flames he emitted, endured them in the fire magic regiment (if I hadn't kept pouring magic on them, I couldn't), and in between, I interrupted my chores Iloha, eventually, until noon the next day.

... That could be your teacher. Did you enjoy leaving it with me?

Well, Ike was an honest kid, with all his bluffing words, so I don't mind.

By the way, when I revealed that I was opening a pharmacy in Deventio with only one mountain pinched, I was welcomed instead of pissed off. He also cared a little about the town where doctors and pharmacists were absent. Good luck, I even got words of encouragement.