How to Escape from an Implacable Man

I was waving my training sword unconsciously, as if to shake off the frustration that boiled inside me.

Heading into the summer, the Wang Capital experienced a growing twitching and uncomfortable heat, as well as more rescue for those falling from heat stroke while patrolling the town.

Every time I went on patrol, I was looking for a brunette, but I couldn't find her.

(Marizia)

I whine in my heart about a name I haven't put on my tongue in a long time.

Six months ago, she disappeared before winter arrived in earnest, where is she?

I wonder if you're having a hard time.

Unable to find her, the frustration with herself increases with every chase of the day.

(How did you get out...?

Yes, I don't want to admit it, but I must admit it.

She jumped out of the mansion of her own free will.

I was convinced of that when I called the Association Mage to the Mansion for pursuit.

"Lord Crest. Unfortunately, we can't follow the whereabouts of that diamond"

When the mage dressed in an inky robe told me, I accidentally said, "This useless!" I almost yelled at him.

It is not uncommon to apply the art of exploration to expensive gemstones.

When Marizia disappeared, I thought if we probed the ornaments that were taken away as well, we'd get a clue.

But the sorcerer who was exercising the art of pursuit, for some reason, opened his eyes, exercised the same sorcery twice or three times, and shook his head beside him.

"Was there a problem with the technique of pre-arranged exploration? Or have you been solved by another sorcerer?"

"No, not both. I had no problem with the art of exploration. I can assure you that the apprentice of my uncle Fuji has done so."

I nodded to Eagle Deep Fried Good Morning. He is a high ranking magician among the Sorcerers belonging to the Society. I've seen that skill several times at work, and I'm not a magician with personality problems. The character of the disciple is unfortunate, rumored to be the fall of an aristocrat, "Lakhai".

"If the surgery is solved, it is quickly becoming clear. But this is-"

The sorcerer, once, cut the word.

"You'd be closer to saying that the art of being the thread of exploration was burned, no, melted. It was torn by force. I can't imagine how magical this would be."

Strong?

Is it the work of that magician?

I thanked the magician and let him back out of Marizia's room. Indoors, Amalia is the only one who looks out for me worryingly.

I wonder what Marizia was thinking.

In this room, what?

I approached the table and touched the embroidery sewing box I had left out. I bought it four years ago. When opened casually, a number of needles have been stabbed in the needle mountain. The threads stretching from it have a lot of white objects for some reason. Didn't I use a lot of color yarn?

"Amalia. What kind of stuff was Marie embroidering?

"Yes. Recently, she slipped because she didn't have a cloth, and, yeah, she embroidered underwear to wear under her skirt. With the same white thread because it's less noticeable and hidden stylish."

I see you were making a chief who stabbed my initials and family crest in between.

When I opened the drawer on the sewing box, many different color threads came out. I can see at a glance that it is rarely used.

I just opened the lower drawer and I pinched up the cloth. The white chief is stabbed with a delicate "Seiki" pattern with white thread as well. I had never seen a motif in a circle with something like a letter written in surprise.

"Amalia, do you know what this stabbed?

Amalia, peering into the cloth in my hand, shook her head to the side as she glanced at "Best."

"I've seen you stab a fine pattern in the circle many times. Once, I asked you what you were stabbing, and you said," Somehow appropriately. "

Circle.

Since the wooden frame commonly used in embroidery is circular, did you stab the geometry in it with your mind in mind?

I'll take another look at the cloth in my hand.

Geometry? Appropriate?

It also looks like some kind of letter to me.

"No way......"

Deny the flashing answer for once.

But what if it is?

I grabbed the chief and ran out to the front door of the mansion.

"Master Crest?

Hal, who partitions the mansion, raises a strange voice.

The magician who received the money was just about to disappear outside the front door.

"Wait."

The sorcerer looks back at something.

"What does this motif look like to your eyes?"

The magician, clenched and spreading a slightly wrinkled chief, glanced.

"This is..."

The magician, who meditated to dig up memories, "mesmerized", derived one solution.

"I'm not very bright for grant witchcraft, but it's probably a magical formation of illusions"

"Grant, Magic"

The back of my throat was dry on the caracallas.

Magic.

Magic. Embroidered. Marie?

"I've never seen you elect a magic formation with embroidery. But it's probably a failure."

"Failure?

"Usually, illusory magic is something that shows illusions to certain people. But this isn't it. It is set to show illusions to everyone who sees' Something 'that has been granted the effect of a sorcery formation. Now there are too many objects to show the illusion, and soon the magic will be depleted"

Doc and his heart were bouncing.

The fact that I've run to the front door would also be a factor.

But the sweat flowing through my spine was strangely cold.

"The Mage's Palace. One thing I'd like to ask you."

The sights I saw four years ago come back to life in various ways.

"You may drip blood on stones, right?

The magician gave me a bewildered look as to whether it was an unexpected question.

"Indeed, we may let gems accumulate and use magic power. Blood is the easiest way to accumulate magic."

My own heartbeat is loud. It's like tinnitus.

"Do you use diamonds, too?"

"Some magicians may use it. What, do you think I used that as a material? Those diamonds are too high quality and very user-friendly. I don't feel like the person who uses it. By analogy, it's like pumping a glass of water into a big pond."

I knew there was magic in her blood.

That's why they used blood to be good for that magician.

"If even half the capacity of that diamond could have saved magic, I can also be convinced that the yarn of exploration has been burned out. But even me, that's hard. It may be possible if you combine the powers of a few magicians, but you cannot store different magic powers in one stone. Realistically, it's impossible."

"Right..."

When I apologized to the sorcerer for holding back, I dropped him off.

What if Marizia was the bearer of extradigitally resistant magic?

Even so, I wonder how much blood you let the diamonds suck.

Weren't you feeling sick or something before you disappeared?

The more I think about it, the darker darkness is opening my mouth.

I don't know anything.

All I knew was that that girl wasn't next to herself right now.

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"Hey, Crest. You're so hot, you're so good at training."

What I've been calling out to was a bad friend of mine who did it and had a depressing pottery.

"From winter on, I thought my food had gotten thinner and pale for a long time, but you want to die so early?

Shut up.

You know I've had a downright depressed sleep and appetite since Marizia disappeared. This is the depressing part.

"Wow, cold gaze. I wonder if this has cooled down somewhat."

I saw a cull that would stand back.

It's a rare and tired look on your face when you say people look pale.

"You look tired for the break. Did you even play in the training grounds?"

Whether married or unmarried, he's the one who speaks to all sorts of young ladies if he does it, and I know he won't snag as much as he did the training field now.

"Um, it feels like my holidays have been crushed by the unscrupulous gesture of my sister's superior and my father's unscrupulous gesture. Give me a break."

Even though Carl hasn't even heard of it, Bella talks down to Bella about finding other good products that she thought were on a trip that was pushed by her sister, and how her father told her to pack up how to sell and deploy that product.

Shut up. Shall I crack your head open with a wooden sword?

I'm fully aware that you're going up the merchant, but I want to tell you to use that legend to find Marie.

"... like that. It's all over town, this."

Though Carl sets his sword next to me, he doesn't look like he's swinging at all. Apparently, you're not at all willing to train just for outfits.

Go somewhere else.

"Speaking of which," he changed the subject, bluntly flushing my gaze.

"Marie, you haven't found her yet, have you?"

"Yes."

"I've always wanted to ask. Marie, what are you gonna do when you find her?

"It will be decided to bring him back"

That's right. It's odd that Marizia isn't in my sight.

"... sounds like you didn't listen well. What I want to hear is what's ahead. I want you to answer me seriously. Are you going to marry me as your wife? You hire me as a servant? You surround yourself as a mistress?

My wooden sword movement, which was swinging down in a certain rhythm, stopped.

Now what are you asking me?

It's been a long time since I've talked to this guy, but don't you understand yet?

"I'll protect him. Married would hurt him with noble smudges. Other than servants. Mistress? Don't be ridiculous."

I stuck my sword tip to the cull.

"I'm the one who should be next to me. It's my only prayer that should never hurt me."

Then Carl, looking at me with his eyes round, shrugged his shoulders and murmured, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Of course, it goes without saying that I applied for Tyman for that attitude that licked people.

Even though it was part of the training, I was somewhat distracted by the bumping of the culls.