How to Escape from an Implacable Man

That's how I came back to King's Capital to start my third mansion life.

On the way back to Wang Capital, it was a bitter memory that he tried to be in the room with me in the overnight inn or, if he managed to refuse, persuade me with that hand to come back in the middle of the night.

Still, the carriage journey wasn't so bad.

Thanks to the intense time spent in many ways, only a little, but his pattern of behavior has become clear.

Instead of dealing with everything he sets out to come in a way that rejects it, we can manage to talk within common sense if we properly categorize and deal with what we really want to stop and what is acceptable.

Just figuring this out is enough.

Well, still, you won't remove the magic seal on my arm.

It was a little awkward to face-to-face with Amarier, who once came with me, and Hurl, who partitions the house, but somehow refreshed each other when they gave me two mysterious apologies, like, "Sorry for the inconvenience" and "No, I'll take care of this one".

"We can go back early today"

"Yes, sir."

My free time begins when I drop him off at work in the morning with Mr. Hurl and Mr. Amarier.

Freedom, even so, there are still restrictions.

It's forbidden to go outside your mansion, and it's forbidden to drain blood on gems and save magic.

Still, I won my freedom of reading, and I got permission to study the sorcery team.

An anti-peek team that was also used in the store's herb bank is now activated in four corners of the study that often goes with my room. The technique is constantly working with gems stored in magic by means other than blood as their nucleus. Of course, I need regular replenishments, but if they're going after me from the Sorcerer's Guild, I pushed it off.

I now have days where reading and other learning are a priority over research.

Because I realized there was so much to know about the guild, about the nobility, about nothing, and if you consider it an enemy, you should know it.

"If you know your enemies and you know yourself, you won't be in danger of a hundred battles."

That's the language of the law of war I read in your master's book.

Think of it, the books your master possessed were unusually few with much old literature about the King's Capital.

Well, maybe it's because your master himself is an unusual person who has a handout for you not to put your books in the guild either. Do you even know the great man in the guild? Ask if you get a chance.

Yeah, well, there's also a reason I blurred "reading, etc."

The trigger was when I mourned my lack of exercise and took a walk in the garden to Mr. Amarier.

"I'm not exercising as I am, and I can't move when I have to"

"Even if Marizia can't move, such as when you have to, Crest can move and protect you."

That's right, you've known me a long time (?) Amarier, he kicks me in the ass.

"Besides, you may not be able to wear the clothes you made because of it"

"Let's get a tailor and get a new one."

Cut to pieces, I uttered my last excuse.

"Even if it's good now, if your body line breaks down afterwards, won't it cause you to hate it?

……

I didn't dare say "who" would hate me, and Mr. Amarier would know that. They were still the reason I couldn't see it.

"Bye."

For some reason, Mr. Amarier grinned with a full smile.

"Let's do some exercise indoors."

If I thought I'd folded it up and put it in a trap, it was only a few moments after that that that I knew it was fitted the other way around.

The exercise that Ms. Amarier brought on was a dance lesson.

Still, I don't feel so bad about the sense of emancipation that I can move my body around fully, but sometime after being able to start a manners lesson at lunch, or when I went to ask Mr. Hull a question because I didn't really understand Wang Du, I finally realized that for some reason I was the feather of being asked extensively until I talked about the social world.

Wasn't that buried in the outer moat?

I kind of feel like the two top Hurl and Amarier servants of this mansion are trying to consign me to tailor me to "wife"......

I came to the study to escape today and after using my body badly at the dance, but I can't get my knowledge into my head.

Considering this to be a rash situation, there were signs that the mansion was moving. If you look out the window, the sun is leaning far too.

Oh, you're home.

I lift my hips and put my foot to the front door.

Honestly, I can't wipe away the thought of it being a hassle, but dropping him off and picking him up makes him in a much better mood.

"Welcome home."

Better, should, what is it.

Blizzard, who for some reason conceived anger, was blowing away.

Perhaps the reason is the young man behind the diagonal of the Lord of the Mansion, who has returned.

"Please, reconsider!

"Terrible."

"I really need the help of a platoon leader!

"Return"

Wow, you just said "return" in nuance, not "go home" this guy, right?

"Do something there! I don't think it's a bad story for the platoon leader either!

"I don't."

Despite the fact that he had truncated all his pleadings in one word, the young man was obsessed with all the crying.

No way, on the way home to your mansion, was this how it was extended?

Well, you'll be in a bad mood too!

Again I seriously observed the youth. Some young face on top of just about my back length. Scorched tea hair and similarly colored eyes remind your dog of why.

Meanwhile, Master Crest, who sharpens the cold air in pieces, will not stop sending a glance under the ice to the youth while gently stroking his slightly disturbed blonde hair. Normally, even if I just get a glimpse of him with a frozen look so far, I think I'm going to tremble, is this young man dull?

Including me, the servants who welcomed my husband have a bewildered look on their face. No, only Mr. Hurl is faceless. Exactly.

"Even platoon leader, when you were about yourself, you tried so hard to show your old daughter a good place, didn't you? That's how I feel now. - Is that it?

Finally realizing the status quo, the young man looked around at a servant who was somewhat in line.

"Shh, excuse me! I interrupted your house at some point, and... is it possible that you are the goddess of rumors?

Wait a minute. Why are you pointing at me?

"When I look at the platoon leader's goddess, there will always be misfortune or something, aww... and I'm sorry"

You must have looked directly at Master Crest, who repositioned himself to hide me, the voice of the young man clearly trembled.

"Come on, give up, go home"

Scary.

I have my back pointed at me, but I can still see the anger just overflowing.

"No! I'm not leaving! Even if it's because you lost the draw with your coworkers, you're the one who took on the role of persuader! Plus, there's nothing more scary than seeing a rumored goddess!

Yeah, I'd like to hear about the rumor goddess. Me. I wonder how they treat me. I mean, there's only one person who calls me a goddess, I wonder if it's okay for that guy to be the source of rumors!

Having been more interested elsewhere than in the subject for now, I decided to pinch my mouth to the story.

"Um, Master Crest? I don't know how, but is it that hard for you to ask me?

In my words, "Goddess!" and a weird screaming dog.

"It's none of your business."

"Yeah, I don't know about the Knights' work, but I was wondering why you were so enthusiastic that you followed me to your mansion like this."

"There's no reason for you to care that I'm not even going to take it on."

With my back turned, I don't have an island to mount.

"Okay. Master Crest, please return to your room. I'm personally interested in each of this person's requests, so I'd like to talk to you here."

His eyes, finally turning this way, were filled with frustration as expected.

I'm scared, to be honest.

Scary, but more concerned about the "Goddess of Rumors" statement.

Plus I've had this angry glance many times, and it's time to get used to it......, yeah, I'm scared.

"Marizia"

As the servants in line watched me harrass, I tried to be flexible.

Put your hands in front of your chest and gaze at Master Crest only slightly upward.

"Excuse me, Master Crest. But I don't know how Crest works, and if you're relying on Crest like this, I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Crest."

Here's the point. Taking a "please" attitude. Calling out his name, which I don't speak much of on a daily basis.

"No, is it?

Tilt your neck small and show it to me to make a no push.

How is your neighbor Lily, who taught me this little trick?

I thought about that at the end of a reality escape. Because I'm afraid of the sight of the person in front of me.

"… why don't all three of you continue in the salon?"

Did you just think about the servant's eyes or is this a legitimate act as a family order? In the meantime, following Mr Hurl's words, we decided to move on to the salon. Well, I was the one who rode aggressively, and it was the youth who snorted at me to be dragged, and it was Master Crest who lost my momentum.

◇ ◆ ◇

The young man said Finn McCloud was a knight apprentice and belonged further down the platoon led by Master Crest. I'm not sure about the knight world without studying, but do you think the knight apprentice will be followed by one or two of several platoons to learn the role of the knight while doing chores?

"Next time, we have our own Knight Apprentice Martial Arts competition. It's no exaggeration to say that depending on the outcome, the assignee will change, and most importantly, the audience will come."

"Are you an audience?

"He solicits some donations from the audience and spends it on miscellaneous expenses for Knights operations. How the game is carried, it's pulled from the Kingsguard of the Royal Palace Security."

Dear Crest, who somehow answers my question immediately. No. Can you imagine why? Anyway, would you have the soul guts to reduce the number of times me and Mr. Finn exchanged words at all?

Or is it not close?

Me and Master Crest are sitting side by side on the couch on one side, and Mr. Finn is sitting just across from Master Crest.

For some reason, Mr. Finn kept me out of sight, about forty-five degrees diagonally pointing that way.

Meanwhile, Master Crest was sitting shallow on the couch and interrupting between me and Mr. Finn so as to guard me from Mr. Finn's side as well.

... I don't seem to be the only one who wants to put a scratch on me unless I'm an adult, and Amalia, who bought me a poor lottery called Salary, also looked odd. Well, that's what I should call a pro, though I was getting my usual face right back.

"That's not all. For us, it's also a chance to catch the attention of all sorts of young ladies. It's a handful of opportunities for us to jump through like a platoon leader and not be brilliant or beautifully shaped!

Speaking of which, I heard that the Knights have many second and third sons of nobility who do not inherit their homes. The exception is about Mr. Carl. I guess it's good because that guy isn't originally willing to continue knighting for life.

"Earlier, I heard that Master Crest was also profitable -"

"That's right!

Well done. I didn't say you heard me, but I pointed straight at this one, Mr. Finn, but I turned that way again in a hurry. How my neighbor must have stared at me with an amazing figure.

"That's right, because if we're active, we'll also be honored by the platoon to which we belong! It also leads to a demonstration of the platoon leader's competence!

I nodded to Finn's words, not turning this way, as much as I was explaining them to Amalia, who I refrain from serving anymore.

"To do so, we would love to have ourselves arched by the platoon captain himself!

And so we get to this plea.

"You don't need to look at the blade."

So, this is how it's cut off, he said.

It's bad for Mr. Finn, who's visibly pungent, and depressed, but he doesn't have the benefit of helping. In the meantime, I'll ask you to leave if you just ask me what I care about.

"Well, Master Finn said earlier that you were a screw-up with your colleagues, but are there many apprentices under Master Crest?

"Yes, no, just myself and the other one under the platoon leader! But with my colleagues under the Carl Platoon Commander, I'd like to ask for three auditions."

... I got the name I wanted to hear.

I ask with certainty.

"I've been wondering about the word 'goddess' for a while now, but who the hell..."

"Yes! Callu, the platoon leader says it's the goddess who holds the crest platoon leader's good mood and bad mood! When we finally saw ourselves a goddess, we told you that misfortune would come!

Hehe, I'll give you back the fun later. Wouldn't it be okay for that guy to think about how I treat him? Although this one was unfavourable in the negotiations with Nicole, it is unpleasant, albeit somewhere unrelated to me, to be able to extend this strange term 'goddess'.

"As I've said many times, it's useless to look at a blade."

"But platoon captain! Myself and Argent really want to win!

The controversy between the two parallel lines begins again.

Speaking of which, I was able to hear what I wanted to ask, so I can circle my thoughts to cut it up in the right place.

"Um... can I even watch a fight tournament?

"No."

I thought it triggered an outing, but it was totally rejected.

But I don't have a mege. This is such a routine tea meal, right?

"Really? I wanted to see Master Crest working as a knight..."

Well, I've seen it all over the escort. To this Finn, it's like he's a potato who showed cool things to kids who care, and I guess Crest thinks of me to that extent, too.

It was on the edge of my eyes that Mr. Finn rode himself out for a long time to see what he thought to me, who unfortunately lay down on his face.

"Then you just have to be on the tour on the opening day!

Opening date?

"If we match the day the platoon leader gives us an archery with the opening day, we'll see the goddess and the platoon leader's cool place, and they're not as crowded as the martial arts tournament, so we don't have to worry so much about our surrounding eyes!

I swallowed the meaning of Mr. Finn's words with momentum. I glanced up and stared at Master Crest.

……

"... no, is it?

I don't know what you're thinking. With no expression, Master Crest stares me in the face.

"You want to see that much?

"Yes, it looks like (go outside)"

At the end of the two-on-one offense, Master Crest finally gave his consent.