How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Gorigori, gorigori.

I was on my way to the bowl.

This room, which I use to formulate medicines, is constantly contaminated with some odor, but today, unlike always, the sweet fragrance benefits Hava.

Lily, who lives next door, asked me if I had any use for garden lavender other than smell bags, when the flowers were also in full bloom early summer.

"I'll look at your spare time and ask your brother. I think you need to change your mood once in a while."

It's been a long time since 'Marie' received a bunch of lavenders by answering that.

Thanks to the fact that the magic formation of state preservation remained stuck in a carved vase, the flowers still retained their "Mizumizu" appearance in Rui Ren.

Stuck in improving the magic team, it was a getaway for me in my outfit.

For a while now, I'm tired of living with both my brothers and sisters because I've been busy messing with Mr. Gain and Mr. Miltil, and I'm totally used to interacting with someone.

This is all because of that guy coming to town, too, but I can't help but be angry about it.

Gorigori, gorigori.

Hold down the sweat flowing from your forehead with a hand wipe over your neck.

Will it fit when the sun crosses the summit? Because this room also serves as a vault for herbs, the windows are closed and the hot air is pouring in.

It's unpleasant.

It's good that I thought of shredding the flowers and mixing them in the soap "Seiken" after dipping them in the drug solution, but I couldn't do it if it was hot like this and I had to rest every step of the way.

"Phew..."

I just soaked the finely shredded, doughed flowers in the drug solution and went out into the backyard to wash the rink bowl.

"Eh."

The sunshine was violent.

I only want to knit three long stretched back hair and review my hairstyle, which is lightly wrapped around my neck to avoid further disturbance.

No, is it the robe that reviews it first?

Though I had no choice but to hide my physique, I dipped a sweet-smelling rink in a bucket of water, thinking about the composition in my head as I stabbed in some sorcery formation and couldn't get cool.

The fields in the backyard are going well.

In this heat, a wide variety of herbs and herbs are stretching their pins and spines.

It's too hot to even be willing to apprentice.

Still, if you sprinkle the water, the fantasy of jiu-woo strikes my ear. Evaporated water even began to appear hallucinating to shake the scenery.

… Shall I accompany you to the 'Marie' spare under the floor?

Originally, another 'marie' lies in the space used as a reservoir. I take turns putting it away for a day and putting it out, but every time I change it, I touch the hingy air and it feels good.

Well, I don't have a hobby for sleeping with dolls.

Raised his hands in heaven long as he stretched his hips, gave up and returned to the room.

Have Marie go to the powderhouse today with a change of mood. Just before sundown, guests and escorts will be at the residence.

Until then, I decided to endure it in this steam-bathed room.

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'Marie', still wearing a hat deep as she received a red sunset, was walking down the main street.

This time period, approaching the hour and night, shows a different face from the town during the day. Cheerful laughter had been heard leaking from several cafeterias that were also open at night.

I miss it.

I remember when I was working in Waldstow's dining room. I moved around the store at night with a bottle and a small dish.

I wonder how Hank and Berka were at the night club regular.

I think it's been another year since then, and I feel kind of weird.

Your master told me to be independent, to work in the dining room, to be caught by him, to stay like this before he escaped, and still threaten and pull.

I don't know if I'm making progress or not. My mouth manipulating 'Marie' laughs bitterly at my situation.

"He's gone that way!

"Follow him! Don't let him get away!

From across the street, I heard something noisy. Did it even come out of the theft?

It's extra noisy when it gets dark, so let's hurry to the powder shop. That's what I thought arrowheads,

Don't.

Something hit 'Marie' with a strong shock.

I can't stand it and 'Marie' 's body is slapped to the ground.

Kashan

"Huh!"

To the sound that rang in my head, I rushed out of the store.

Definitely. Broken. Probably a wrist.

"Marie" holds her arms hidden from the eyes. The sphere, which is probably the key to the left wrist joint, broke. If you don't support it with your other hand, your wrist will lead you to a grotesque situation. It's good to have gloves to hide up to your elbows. Otherwise, the ceramic fragments could have been scattered and in a situation where there was no excuse.

"We're going after him! You get that townsman to a safe place!

A man nodded at Dami's voice, reaching for 'Marie'.

"Are you okay?"

For a moment, my legs nearly tangled running towards the boulevard.

You'll be left behind!

"It's okay. Never mind about me. I can go home alone."

"Did you hurt your wrist?

Listen to people!

You just said you didn't care, did you? Me.

"I'm really fine. Because it's not the kind of injury that the knight cares about. You must have been chasing someone who hit me right now, right? Go ahead, go after him."

And don't watch 'Marie' too close.

I have difficulty feeling uncomfortable with overly smooth skin, albeit during the approaching hours of darkness.

……

Whatever you said, I thought it was useless, with the iron wall's faceless expression on my face, and the knight of the beauty "Bibu" put his arm under my body in an attempt to hold up "Marie" -

Don't.

Good, we made it.

I stroked my chest down by pushing the knight to thrust.

"Brother?"

I hug Marie with a surprised look on her face. I can't delude this weight, which has just gotten lighter.

"Are you okay?"

Low, me spilling only a small voice out of my mouth.

"Yes. Excuse me. Brother."

"Marie" remained held up by me, and I saw Knight = Crest wrapping around the confused atmosphere.

"My brother's here, so I'm fine now. Please do your part."

When I bowed my head to Master Crest without saying anything, I held 'Marie' and hurried my way home.

I kind of feel gaze on my back, but let's pretend not to look.

There's no sign of you coming after me, so there's no rush here either. I just go back to the store playing my brother who cares about my sister.

"Sorry, brother"

At the end of the act, I made 'Marie' apologize and shut the store door. Finally, I also locked it.

When I let 'Marie' stand and head to her bedroom, she exhaled heavily.

I was scared...

How did you end up in contact with someone you were avoiding?

Am I going to be terribly unlucky?

I don't know if I can make some lucky sorcerers or something.

Having sighed only once again, I approached 'Marie' lying in my bedroom.

Gently removing the gloves and checking the condition, the left wrist joint was cracked as I thought. The formation used for the operation is also broken and cannot move from left wrist to ahead at all.

This is going to wipe 'Marie' 's body clean with a tightly squeezed cloth, thinking that we'll just have to run it another way for a while.

"Ngah."

I thought the only thing that broke was my wrist, but my left cheek was hugely cracked.

I thought I'd just rebuild my wrist, but it looks like I'm gonna have to rebuild my face too.

Well, what's going on?

The art of healing can't work on a ceramic doll, and with your son living with Mr. Miltil, it's hard to recreate his face, regardless of the arthrobulbs on his wrist.

... I mean, how impetuous I've been bumping into you. Even if I say pottery, I'm carving a reinforcement magic formation, right?

A half-baked shock doesn't make a mess of it. They shouldn't be unharmed.

"Ahhh......"

I noticed.

I've noticed.

No, it's good to have noticed at this time.

That's all the shock, and if your sick daughter was pimping, she wouldn't believe you!

In the meantime, let's not replace the spare, let's keep it moving for a while. The wrist is wrapped in a bandage with an escort, and yeah, I like hanging it for a while.

(The face...)

Touching the cracked cheeks leaves a rough touch.

Yes. Let's use the "relaxing" technique Mr. Miltil taught us to fake scars. I hope you can't tell by the look of it. Usually if you hit the gauze, no one will try to force you to expose it. Impersonating scars is free insurance.

I don't know when or what will happen.

As I recall but only on auspicious days, I began to align ingredients such as shrubs, bandages, red dyes and ceramic shards.

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Concon

"Yes, welcome -"

To the strangely polite knock sound, 'Marie' replies lovingly.

But to the two men who came in, I only stopped moving for a moment.

"Uh, hey, what can I do for you?

One is a magnificent man who grew a beard. It was that man who had just had a hell of an encounter yesterday that followed him into the store.

They're both wearing knightly clothes, but the grand old man has a little more decoration.

"I am Riegel Grants. This is Crest Arge. I'm sorry I got you hurt last night while tracking down a suspicious person."

The magnificent Riegel, who sees somewhere painfully 'Marie' 's suspended arm or gauze placed on her cheek, bowed her head small.

... I have a sincere attitude, but honestly, thank you for annoying me. Master Crest, bring him in.

"Oh, you know, nothing like a knight being apologized for... Well, I was worried that this was the one that got in the way of the chase."

"Marie" also bows her head for some reason as she waves her safe right hand.

By the way, I don't want to meet Master Crest directly, I lurk my breath in the back room and concentrate on the 'Marie' operation. Yes.

"The suspicious man was able to be caught, safely. Thanks to a twist on your leg for bumping into you."

Uh, I knew it wasn't intact over there.

"Oh, really? Thank you for taking the time to contact us."

Yeah, you're done apologizing and explaining the situation, aren't you? Go home quickly.

Through the eyes of 'Marie', send a precaution.

"I would also like to apologize to your family. I hear you live with your brother. If you ask me, it was Nicole who formulated the glaze" Yuyaku "and the dye from" Kundan ". I'd love to see you, but where is he?

Ah. What the hell.

Didn't you just come here to apologize?

(Hmm?)

That's right. Isn't that strange? Why are you gathering so much information when it's just an apology, this guy?

Mmm, I think.

Could it be that a customer from Wang Du wants to meet the township meritorious man in person, but he sent these two?

I may have overthought it, but it could be.

Apology is only an excuse. If the Lord (I don't know if) says he wants to make an immediate apology, I guess I'll have to head out to that person's place to stay.

This is bad, isn't it? I convinced Mr. Gain because of this. It doesn't make any sense.

If I said I was going out, would they tell me to wait till I got home or something? Don't bother with that.

"Excuse me, my brother hates people."

"Sure, I hear those stories from caregivers. But this is how you live in town."

"I have always said that I don't even want to talk to anyone, especially from Wang Du... Even recently, the guilders who deal in ceramics have just had unpleasant words and behaviors, so they are becoming hard-working."

I'm sorry, and to 'Marie', who bows her head, she finally gave me the look of giving up too, Mr. Riegel.

By the way, all this time, Master Crest has been staring at 'Marie' with no expression without being slight.

Scary.

"Is your injury okay? It hurts just to watch."

"Yes, thank you for your concern. It's done with a shatter and a scratch."

It is done with damage and cracks. No, it's not done.

"They say it's going to be disabling for a while, but it's going to heal without any marks. Luckily, my brother is a pharmacist, so medicine is essential."

That will be enough. Go home quickly.

Welcome home.

"Okay. If you have any problems, contact me via the mayor. Because we're leaving early tomorrow morning."

Oh, I wonder if you had plans for the suspicious.

Well, it doesn't matter. If you'll be home soon, I've never been over it.

"Well, is that right? Be careful on the road."

Float the sales smile, stick your head down.

Pathan, and the door closed, and I was in the back room, and, uh, I breathed.

Apparently, the cramped pull life will also be over today. Congratulations.