How to Escape from an Implacable Man

By the beginning of summer, getting used to moving my own body in parallel with manipulating the doll, I decided to live in the store together, as my brother and sister.

Mr. Miltil missed me, but I can't possibly cause any more trouble. Although, of course, in the name of herb collection, my brother decides to visit the mountain hut once every few days.

"Thank you for your time."

I squeezed out my lowest voice and bowed my head.

Sitting across the street is a favorite who seems to be everywhere. By the way, this guy invited me to live in town, Mr. Gain. It is his wife who recommends tea to me and 'Marie' next door.

"Hey, I'm glad I finally met Nicole, who Marie and Miltil had told me about, but she seems like a totally better person than I thought"

To the mysterious assessment, I see 'Marie' next door. "Marie" slipped away.

I don't know what to call a do-it-yourself. This makes timing difficult.

"I really appreciate all the work you've done to embrace our troublemaker brothers and sisters in town"

"Oh, a hard greeting. Greetings are fine. And there's no such thing as trouble. Thanks to your medicine, my wife has had a lot of ankle and back pain relieved this winter."

I'm afraid, 'Marie' also bows her head, as she follows me in bowing her head. This is the timing (abbreviated below)

"For once, I wanted to get confirmation from your mouth..."

Mr. Gain looked at the wife next door. Then, for some reason, narrow your eyes so that your wife can blame you more.

"Marie's illness isn't like infecting someone, is it?"

In those words, his wife found Mr. Gain in a tremendous momentum. That's crazy. Mr. Miltil told me you were a good couple.

"Yeah, don't worry about that. It's genetic. Marie was just born with this disease. It's a fine situation if you refrain from skin exposure, and then, well, the taste -"

Bethin, and 'Marie' slapped me on the shoulder.

"Already, brother! I told you not to talk about it!

"It's someone who's been intimate with me. You should talk about it. - Actually, I can't feel the taste.

"Well, you got a taste?

Your wife came out. I mean, Mr. Gain's been hit by your gaze, and you're blubbering a little, okay?

"Yes, thanks to him, the mesh he makes tastes terrible."

"Brother! No, ma'am. Me, I weigh properly and cook. Um, just makes me want to try the arrangement once in a while..."

Nothing is more terrifying than an arrangement without taste.

Whether you know it or not, your wife suggested to herself, "I'll give you the recipe, if it's for two.

Even after we started living together as brothers and sisters, that was thankful because we were going to ask 'Marie' for general chores for the convenience of setting it up.

"Thank you for your concern"

"Heh, it's okay. That's about it. I took care of your medicine in the winter. And forgive my husband for his insensitive remarks. I'm still thinking about town."

"No, you are a person who is deeply involved in town government, so it is only natural to be worried. - Sorry, I meant to say a quick hello, but it's been a long time."

"Oh, that's okay. Go ahead, have some tea."

"No problem. Excuse me, sir."

I bowed my head deeply and took the hand of 'Marie' who cared about the tea served and left the Gain house behind.

"Would you like a cup of tea? You can't be wrong about human disbelief."

"Yeah, sad thing about that young man"

The words of a friendly couple unfortunately didn't come into my ear. But from what I've heard, I just have to make a silent affirmation.

'Cause that's the setting!

And what would be a big deal if I fed and fed 'Marie'!

I was in a strange mood as I pulled Marie's hand and walked.

Under my consciousness, the current state of affairs I see with my own eyes and Marie's eyes are being processed at the same time.

I was often in a completely different place, but I'm afraid I would subtly manipulate my foot movements and Marie's. I also thought the other day when I returned home, but I have to avoid failures in a public place.

In the meantime, it's Marie's sight to see a black hair head in her sight, I tell her.

Marie's brother, "Nicole," has long dark hair, knitting three with only short sides and only rear stretches. Because both sides were cut off and implanted in Marie's body x 2.

And then he hides his own eyes with his stretched forehead. I use amethysts in Marie's eyes, but due to the budget, I couldn't prepare anything very deep colored. Sometimes they taste a lot different than my original purple dark eyes, and I hide them. Brother, I don't think it's a good idea to have too different colors in your eyes.

I want to refrain from going out as much as possible, although yes I don't think I will be caught in that guy's net because he is of different gender and different height (with thick soled shoes) from the original Marizia.

I didn't think he was looking for me.

I've been searching for it for four years. That would take enough attention to deceive you for the rest of your life.

Return to the store and enchant the anti peep magic team that was applied to the residential part of the store just in case. Tapestry placed in the four corners of the room glowed pale, indicating that the magic supply was going well.

Life here is over if they see you wiping 'Marie' 's body at the end of the day, or even letting her replace 'Marie' 's body with a spare that holds it under the floor every single day.

I tell myself that I feel slightly guilty about cheating on my neighbors, but this is necessary.

Gorigori, gorigori.

I did a medication formulation and 'Marie' sat at the store counter for customer service.

From today on, it is like living alone. It's kind of a subtle feeling whether it's good or bad.

Concon

Unexpectedly on the knock, stop the blending hand and concentrate on 'Marie'.

"Welcome -"

"Hello, Marie"

It's Richter, who runs a rental stable.

"What's going on today? Another loss of horse appetite?

"No, today, the"

This Richter. He is the youngest son of a big merchant who runs a gold loan in another town, and the rented stable is also only a job given to him by his parents. The person is very sloppy and flutters everywhere, often leaving the job to the servant.

He's been visiting the store for three days now.

I haven't been able to sleep lately.

The returned horse stopped feeding.

I had a sprain.

If you keep a book, cut your hands off with paper.

"Look, you told me there was a delicious dining room along the boulevard, right? You won't always taste it at one dinner, and we'll have it together -"

I stood up slowly.

Well, this is the advantage of living together. Yeah, it's not a bad life for both of us.

I put on the thick soled shoes that had been stripped off so as not to make any noise. As far as possible, I sprayed my grumpy aura like "Ma" scattered "Chi" and put my face on the store.

"A customer?

"Brother! What's wrong?

"Uh... brother?

Richter looking at me in a flash.

That's right. It's heady, my forehead is long and I don't know the look on my face, and my mouth is blocked with a white cloth because I was formulating it just now.

"Oh, um..."

Yeah, I seem to have succeeded in cutting the other guy's temper to an unusual appearance. I was just making an insecticide to use for the herbal field behind me, so the smell is amazing. The main ingredients are garlic and chili!

And then another push.

"If you're not a guest, go home"

"Ugh, yes"

The young Richter, who was in tears, left the store to fly, losing force or smell.

When I finished making the deworming agent, I silently activated the deodorizing magic team.

Yeah, I was making it. That's what I call it, but it was a great smell, Kusa. It stinks in my eyes. This is it.

Grandpa Trontan recommended me to make it, but that would keep the bugs from leaning in. 'Bad Bug' a little different this time though

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"That's why I'd like to buy the method."

Before Marie, who was the store number, Don, and the bag were placed.

"Uh, I'm having trouble suddenly being told. Well, we have to check with Mr. Miltil..."

Coming to the store were two good uncles and a total of three men from one escort who were kind of quite wide "Cuckoo". When you come to the store, show off your swollen cloth bag and this is the line.

This rub came from a completely unexpected place.

"Uh, the crockery union people in Wangdu, right? Well, I don't know how to make it, and in the first place, I was very kind to Mr. Miltil."

"I don't care what you entrust!

"That's right. The point is that its blue glaze, Yuyaku, has the potential to bring about a new revolution. The fact that this is not managed outside our guild was a problem in the first place -"

It also sounds like a high-pressure justice to Marie, but the point is that although the blue glaze she made for Mr. Miltil caught the attention of the great men of Wang Du, it cannot be reproduced in the guild that makes Wang Du hava, and she just came to the manufacturer in trouble to beat her.

Besides, he might come over and say that in the future, he won't let Mr. Miltil use the same glaze than he says he will buy out the method.

"Anyway, when your brother gets back, I'll tell you a story. Please pull in all sorts of things and come home today."

"I guess I'll be back by the end of the day"

"Absolutely."

"Then we are staying at the Great Eagle Pavilion along Boulevard. I need you to let me know right away."

"Okay."

I noticed it after a row of sloppiness returned. Some herbs that were dried by hanging upside down at the store have been removed. Did you think it would be a sample for clarification of the method, or just harassment? Either way, I was angry.

"Hey, Marie. Are you okay?"

You heard the noise, Mr. Lily next door jumped in.

"It's okay. Seems like he just needed something for his brother.... but I'm tired."

Ha, and Marie letting me drop her shoulder, "Cheer up," Lily strokes her head.

"If you need help, you can call me. I'll take some young men."

It's Mr. Lily, who calls some guy a stock and takes it on his hand. It's horrible because you could really do that.

"It's okay. If your brother comes, he'll do something about it."

Instead, I don't want you to make things too rough. I want to avoid getting noticed.

"Marie is really your brother. Well, if it felt so covetous, it might."

Cowamote?

No, I'm hiding it, but my face is a woman's face.

"Tell me if you really need anything? They were kind of weird. Mr. Gain often says that people with weird money and momentum can do a hell of a lot of things."

"Yeah, I'll be careful..."

I dropped Lily off and I put the majority of my consciousness back into my own body.

"Well, what's up?"

He was explaining the situation in real time at the mountain hut, but Mr. Miltil in front of him also looks sinister.

"Sure, I've been in business with people lately saying they're buying from Wang Du."

"As for unions, do you know anything about them?

"Oh, I hear all the humans who make ceramics in Wangdu have to subscribe. Klaus is the one who came out of the region because he didn't like the management system there."

Well, Mr. Miltil himself doesn't seem to like the union. I guess it's best to sell out the method (and monopoly) in words before it gets weird.

I guess I'm not convinced somehow because I'm going to roll up the stuff that other people have tried and wrongly created with a shitload of money and slap out more sales.

I wonder what the best thing to do.

"In the meantime, can I not make a plate with that blue glaze in a direction until we decide where to drop it?

"Oh, I don't mind if that's about it. Originally, when I painted that color, it got in the way, and it lacked the value of making it."

I accidentally spilled a grin on Mr. Miltil's artisan remarks.

"Hey, I didn't like those people's eyes, so I think I'll put up a trap. Oh, if Mr. Miltil can wear Ichamon, can you pretend to be the victim, 'Because of you guys, I can't have myself making glazes anymore'? You can treat me like a bad person."

Then Mr. Miltil glanced at him for some reason.

"Are you willing to carry me in by yourself?

"... it's mine, so I'll just take responsibility"

"To be honest with you. You can sell it, can't you? Wang Du's humans use all the tricky and cunning" Shiru but Lumpy "means. Keeping secrets from you and Marie is a priority."

"I know. I'm not convinced..."

Puffiness, scratching his head, slapped him on the shoulder a little harder.

"You're still young."

Is that what it is?

When Mr. Miltil tells me that he lives more than twice my life, it's a strange thing because he'll be convinced.