How to Escape from an Implacable Man

My name is Carl Bartove.

He's a new American knight who worries about the end of his friend's love road.

With no expression, no emotion, no affection, no mouth, it is a friend, Crest Arge, who gathers the lady's hot gaze with her beauty and competence and the blood muscle of the Count's three men.

Crest, who is obsessed with whatever he thinks of a brunette girl named Marizia who is out of the civilian population, but the action was clearly heavy.

I would buy a twelve-year-old girl for gold, let her live in a mansion, restrict her movement, and no matter what she thinks, she wouldn't be taken favorably.

Still, I managed to support my friend's love.

Otherwise, my stomach could be hit by the atmosphere he creates. When Aesthetic gets angry, he's really half impetuous and scared.

That's why it was almost another year ago that I directed the couple to go to Thunder King's Festival, the event of the couple.

At the Thunder King Festival, the two stood out brilliantly.

I've become jealous of your ladies, and I think you're okay, but, well, it's about Crest, so I won't hem.

I'm sure you'll defend Marie well.

And the ladies will surely realize that Crest is a fortress that is too difficult to defeat. It's not a bad idea for me to comfort you there.

I was thinking that way, but I didn't think the crest would break.

More and more I don't keep it slight while I'm at work. I thought you were asleep, but you don't seem to be. Of course, you haven't noticed anything but me, but my attention is getting scattered.

And while I was at work, I was creating so much of a Blizzard-blowing atmosphere that for some reason, the spring breeze or so lost its power.

"If this is the case, should I have bought a ribbon"

Boosh, and I was really freaked out when they whined during the training.

For a moment, it was refreshing to know what you were talking about, but if you think about it, it's only Marie tangled that Crest speaks to herself.

"You mean the Thunder King Festival?

"Oh, Marie told me I should have bought it. They wanted memorabilia."

I tilted my neck at this.

As far as I know, Marie has no love affair with Crest either. When did that come to both thoughts? Crest, what the hell did you do at the festival?

Did Crest also tell you about the ribbon at the Thunder King Festival? No, then wouldn't it be strange to be in the process of buying ribbons at the festival?

I swung down a simulated knife and let my thoughts circle.

Crest should have been thinking about walking over slowly. Otherwise I would be forcing the ribbon to press.

Is that it? Maybe Marie doesn't know about the ribbon?

Something tells me you wanted a bow, so you sold it at the festival or something?

I don't think so, but that goddess seemed dull talking about this.

If I ever see you again, I need to check with Marie. On top of that, we need to guide Crest.

If Marie hates me the other way around with bad assumptions, she's going to have a hole in my stomach or something.

Such a ploy of mine was vain, and one day, a month after the Thunder King Festival, Crest began to unleash a grumpy aura.

When the goddess disappeared, I realized without having to ask.

Even I'm like this, so the servants at his mansion will be under a lot of stress every day.

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I gave it back to me.

I think I've been thinking about that goddess while she was crossing the horse again.

(By now, where are you doing this?)

Now Marie disappeared without a letter, but I'm sure I left on my own feet.

I asked a young maid with a light-hearted mouth, and she seemed to twist coins because she would have expensive accessories on hand in advance or use them as embroidery samples.

As a result of my readiness to look around.

Well, I'm afraid I don't know what Crest thinks. He doesn't talk a lot. I mean, I don't speak up.

"I don't know, I just..."

Shaken by his horse's back, I finally breathed a ho into the gates of the town where I came to see him.

Even though it's a precious holiday, there's a reason I even came to a town like this away from the king's capital.

It's my sister's orders.

Did you inherit the blood of merchant temperament intensely, my sister is sensitive to the epidemic if she does. I raise my bloodpath to catching what is likely to be fashionable among the nobles as soon as possible.

This time it was a 'plate'.

It's a plate sold in this town, and they say there's something very bright blue. You think there's a very small number of them out there, and they're still secretly fashionable among pottery-loving aristocrats?

Honestly, even if they call it a secluded fashion, that's not the fashion. It's only fashionable if it spreads widely.

To my honest feelings, my sister returned them with a fan in her hand. I'm supposed to be properly trained as a knight, but I can't avoid it for some reason.

On such a melancholy road, I remembered the goddess for a good reason.

It was here in Deventio that the goddess separated one mountain from Waldstow, where she used to work under false names.

Ma, unfortunately, just like Waldstow, it's a place without any fame.

Anyway, when I walked down the town boulevard from my horse to find a plate sale for the dealer I would listen to, I noticed some disturbing signs.

A pair of ladies coming out of the back street are talking to me to be afraid of something secretly.

"Hey, shouldn't I call you Mr. Gain or someone?

"But to the people of the king's capital, what can I do..."

Looks like something went wrong in the back street.

It's none of my business. To not finish your sister's errands first, the holidays will crumble just because of you.

"You said you've gotten to this point, but don't be ridiculous!

……

Oh, I'm kind of heating up. Unfortunately, I can't even hear the other guy, but no, I can hear him across the street pinching a bottle, and that's, how loud.

"You're going to see at our feet! Know the fantasy blue will have a high price!

I dropped my shoulder small.

Unfortunately, I think I've got some errands to jump into this vortex.

"Fantasy Blue" must be what your sister requested. It would be something like a merchant coming one foot ahead rubbing it.

(Chuckles)

Not so much as a pedestrian hedge, but a few of them stopped for a little far-flung to watch the exchange.

"So I told you it was a coincidence. There's no such thing as manufacturing."

A bossy haired man explains to his opponent two good old men who have been gangbanging "Wamei" for a while now.

The old men wore strangely fine clothes, whereas the bossy hair was subtly noticeably more prominent, whether it was a cape or a robe, and cheated clothes.

"Yeah, we can't even talk about it here! Let me talk to you in the store."

"That's right. Why don't we sit back and talk?"

Oh, you just noticed the gallery. Olds.

But, you know, your shouts are the best customers. A voice that goes through a lot for a business trip would be a must, but I need you to think about where you're going to use it.

"I don't talk to you, not even a customer. Pick it up."

Store?

For the first time, I realized it was a great place to shop. What store are you running on such a back street?

"Brother?"

A cute girl looked out of the store worried. I was deeply wearing a hat, but I could see her with beautiful white skin.

"Marie, stay inside the store."

"But..."

Oh, are you brothers and sisters doing some business?

Nice, with my pretty sister. I didn't want such a scary sister either, I wanted such a poor "kanji" sister.

Brother, my actions have been delayed because I have been immersed in paranoia called.

"Yikes!

An old man's escort dragged out his sister at the door.

"Marie!"

"No method? Did you use it? Then make it again!

To what the old man said, I just got upset.

He likes it because it's a region, and he's a merchant of what kind. When it comes to doing business, trust matters first.

Of course I'm not wearing a sword, but I don't think I can stand around against one of my escorts.

However, you could think later about washing the identities of these two old men and setting up tight moxibustion rather than running rough here.

Think about it. I'm trying to get this place right.

"Roar."

- I just did.

Your brother in the shape of a sister taken hostage, isn't he so angry? If you're a lousy Yoo-hoo, I might be counted as one of your enemies.

Well, how should we interrupt?

- Let go of my sister.

"Manufacturing first. I don't have to imitate anything like this if it's up to me with money."

"I'm telling you to let my sister go."

"is a bit of a pharmacist flair, just staring -"

The next moment, what happened in front of me, I doubted my own eyes.

In just one step, I thought I went in front of the escort who was catching my sister, and I smashed my chin up with the palm bottom "Jingu".

Um, I think three or four steps was in time. That's crazy. I wonder how quick it is to move.

But an escort would be great, too.

In the shock of letting go of consciousness, my extended hand was grabbing my sister's hair.

I wondered if my involved sister would sound a painful scream, and I set myself up.

"Huh!"

Maybe I wasn't the only one surprised.

The hair the escort grabbed fell off her sister's head with her hat, pulled but still, slipping.

"Marie!"

Your brother held your sister and stuck her head inside his own jacket.

"Wear this, in the house"

Hiding your sister with a cheat robe pushes her inside the store. Your dewy brother's body could not be described as a good physique for flattery.

"Damn!

Two upside-down old men attack your brother.

Fortunately, the escort was having a mild concussion, Noshin, or dropped his hips and went to the ground.

Yabe, just two old men with a contrast, and you're loaded on this little brother.

That's what I thought, but my predictions were completely betrayed.

"Ngu."

"Eyes, eyes!

The two old men pressed their faces and rolled to the ground, smothering.

"I'm sorry to disturb you"

Your brother, peppered by the wild horses he was gathering, bows his head.

"To, Nicole, those two..."

Once she did it and the fleshy girl pointed to the two people rolling with horrible groans.

"I just put some insecticide on your face that Mr. Trontan taught me."

The words say, "Oh, that hurts," "That's plenty of chili," and so on, for some reason.

"Oh, you know, Marie..."

The girl picked up the dropped hair and hat of the escort and gave it to her brother.

"Thank you. Marie will probably,... sleep today.

"Really?"

"Don't worry so much, I think I'll be back in shape tomorrow"

Your brother bowed his head small to the girl and went inside the store.

Oh, no way, the two old men and the escort just leave it like this?

That would have been the common view of the gallery, including me.

But it was betrayed lightly.

My brother, who had his face again from inside the shop, had a white hemp cloth.

As he watched over the wild horse, his brother, who silently tied up the three men with cloth, lifted the men without incident and let them in the store for a moment. Not by appearance, but by strength.

Turning the bill that was on the door of the store and turning it upside down, "Close the store," he closed the door.

The wild horses looked at each other with no one, and eventually left the scene with one, and another.

To be honest, I wanted to decide I didn't see anything either.

Still, I stayed because I was afraid of my sister when I went home with my bare hands, and I was concerned about my old men's qualities.

Well, I'm also concerned about the old men's end of the road, Eyelash.

(Yes, men are brave! That said, it's beautiful, and the lady in the meantime was talking)

I was ready and knocked on the door of the store I had just closed.

"Sorry, no more today"

My brother, who gave me a peek in the face, stiffened for some reason.

"... Dear Carl?

I'm sorry, I, I'm not supposed to know such a scary man.

What, are you alle?

It's kind of a voice, isn't it?