How to Escape from an Implacable Man

(I knew I had to run...)

Relying on the dim lights of the candles, I was in a hurry to paint a magical formation of metastases.

After a dinner that didn't play any more conversations than usual, I was thinking about Master Crest. As a result of encouraging the appeal, I managed to avoid the noisy situation of linking to chains.

Except that's in exchange for a big price. It is the second sleeping accompaniment.

Prepared to step on the last two "Tetsu" are the sorcery team of the coma "Kozuru". Paste and activate where the person falls asleep. Paste it on the maxilla "Wow Chin" and hide it, activate it with your tongue, what do you think that is? 'Cause I lick the other guy's skin over a piece of paper depicting a formation... No, let's not think deeply. I didn't know what to do if I failed to even think that, but I'm glad I succeeded. Really!

Since I don't know how long the magic team will work for me (I've never activated it with saliva "Daiki"), I'm hurrying back to my room anyway to paint the magic team of the metastasis.

As for the magic sealed bracelet on both arms, I also thought about destroying it as best I could, but I don't know what kind of recoil there is, so I decided to consult with your master.

The goal is to be further ahead of Waldstow in your master's quarters.

I want to leave the mansion in the middle of the night and, if possible, King's Capital as well.

What should I do with the Road Bank? How long would it take to get there on foot? After I left Wang Du, I wonder if I can find a job.

... that, what is this.

My hands are trembling depicting the magic formations of metastasis.

The important symbol crumbled. I won't activate it with this. Failure.

Even when I breathed twice or three times, my heart was just beating unnecessarily.

I feel cold around my stomach. Cucumber hurts.

"Why..."

It was a failure to speak out unexpectedly. I had an incredibly weak voice myself.

What we have to do now is draw the necessary sorcery formations, get dressed from the night and get out of the mansion before the effects of the coma sorcery formations that pressed on Master Crest expire.

I don't have time to throw up weak sounds, and I don't have time to worry.

- That should be it, though.

"Hey, kidding, it's not..."

Why is Mr. Crest's face coming out here?

You know what? I'm pretty sure he's gonna lock you up like this!

If you do that, you can't study magic, and you can't expect all sorts of outings.

Why are you so relieved at a time like this? Or, in the first place, are you relieved, me?

I couldn't believe my heart anymore.

No way, I want to believe you don't think it's okay to be imprisoned or something.

No, I don't think you can be imprisoned!

(I think-)

What would Master Crest think if I ran away? How shocked, that is.

(So that means' please ', me!

Ah, hold my head. The most difficult enemy in escape can't be himself or something.

Batan

Suddenly, the door to my room opened.

Shit, Master Crest is up already.

I can't escape. Is the emotion that sprung up after that thought impatient or relieved?

Except until you see the shadow that opened the door.

"- Who?"

The men I've never seen were there.

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Cold.

With my hands tied behind my back, rolling into the room, I felt my body twitch cold from the right half of my body bordering the floor.

At the end of his gaze is a pillar of stripped wood and a white lacquered "tight" wall. There are unfortunately no windows in this room half underground. All we have are tools stuffed in crates placed in a corner of the room, a simple set of desks and chairs.

There was this mansion at the foot of the mountain range north of the king's capital. Built on a south-facing slope, the tip straight back from the entrance will be a ground floor but basement like construction.

How do you know where you are so far? That's because I've been awake from Lord Crest's residence to this point.

(Normally, if you want to lose consciousness, if you want to blindfold it, it's not something you strike your hand at thinking about getting away with?

Being abducted, third time. I'm a little sad to be able to calmly analyze myself for getting used to this situation.

But I can't be alarmed.

Because the person you abducted is different than before. Even its purpose is unknown.

By several men who broke into the mansion, I was restrained in my hands and mouth and carried in brackets like luggage by their manipulative horses.

In a room with no windows, I don't even know if the morning sun has risen, my body clock is crazy for inadvertently falling asleep in the evening, and I don't know how much time has passed since then.

Still, there's something I can say for sure.

(Change your blood phase, you must be looking for me)

When I resisted myself, I flipped the sewing box that was in the room. 'Running away' is unlikely to make the room rough, so you'll assume something happened. - I guess I'll look for it even if I'm not.

Oh, I want to sigh, but I can't do that either in a blocked mouth situation.

Hikari, and I raised my gaze, and one of the men who kidnapped me sitting in a simple chair was having a big mouth open and a lack. The black-haired, black-eyed man wiped his rambling tears with his thick arm, then turned his arm around all the time. More throbbing of the neck.

I wonder if the morning is near. Or maybe the morning sun is already rising. Looks like I'm sleeping very well.

(Maybe I should sleep a little too in case of the future......)

The house arrest in the mansion continued, I'm clearly not physically fit. When I say my legs are free, there's no way I can defeat one guy in front of me.

I slowly closed my eyes.

Ganga.

Suddenly vibrating, my body jumped, but I opened my eyes and saw a man more surprised than himself rise up with the momentum to kick his chair.

"Duba, open up."

Apparently, this vibration was the sound of a knock.

The man called Duba rushes to open the door. Beyond it stood a brunette, dark-eyed man, just like Duba. I wonder if they were brothers, they looked very similar. By the way, they say Azin. I remember when you found out about me, the other Tory and I were giving each other instructions.

(Well, I can't tell all three of them apart)

I've tried to remember that Azin is the one with the black scarf around his neck, Duba is the one with nothing on, and Tory is the one with the gold ring on his ear, but he probably won't be able to tell without the ornaments.

"Ma'am, this way."

As Azin reached out and retreated from the entrance, someone appeared in my sight who was perhaps unfit for this place.

Light cherry blossom gloves are silk. The dress of the same colour has a sweet impression, while the dark pink ribbon is embellished on the chest and waist to tighten the overall image. The embroidery applied was also brilliant and there was no mistake in the name 'lady'.

Will the year be better than mine? The blue eyes feel cold in synergy with the slightly suspended eye area, but sometimes the red hair tied up is stunning, which seems to be the first impression.

Her overall rating like that can't be said to be beautiful or cute, "A little above normal?" I'm sorry to hear that.

"... definitely."

I couldn't hide my surprise when she looked down at me and heard me squeal to throw up. Because I, I don't know this guy.

"I need to talk to you. Let him stand. And make sure you can talk."

Pointing the dark scarlet fan in my hand at me, Mr. Duba lifted my arm all the way up and forced me to stand, and then he also broke the commandment of his mouth.

Speaking of me, I mean, I can only stare seriously at the 'lady' in front of me.

From the circumstances, this is the man who kidnapped me. But I don't recognize him at all. Are you kidding me?

"You don't seem to understand your situation."

You're sure of your absolute advantage, she smiled pitifully at me.

"You're blind. I'm gonna have you disappear."

……

A fan poked at me all the time thinking about what blindness meant. Apparently, he didn't care that his gaze was off her. He moved his jaw with a fan.

"Irresistible hair color, dark eyes, rough hands. … it's ugly if you can't really speak for yourself"

I was not willing to say it back even if they insulted the color I was born with, and as you pointed out, my hands are rough in my pharmacist life, so I did not argue.

Are you sorry for my thought circuit, I don't feel particularly terrified of the lady in front of me either. The grumpy Crest is many times scarier.

However, depending on this young lady's intentions, Azin, Duba and I must move, so I decided to stand still and decide to put up with her.

"I don't know where the civilians are, but maybe it's too much on its own?

……

"Huh! I don't know what to say!

Pachin

My left cheek is hot with gin. No, it hurts. I wish it was my right cheek, which I had just put on the floor and cut cold, and I thought of something out of place.

It hurts to get slapped with a fan unexpectedly. But compared to when Master Crest strangled me, yeah, I'm fine.

"I'm sorry. Because you're right, I have no idea why I was brought to this place."

Try not to piss me off as much as possible, and I'm out lousy. Same as when I was serving the dining room. You can think of them as guests.

"Pfft, so is that. I'll tell you."

The lady finally said why, satisfied with my response.

"I wonder if you're getting your hands on the next Viscount Bartove, living in the same residence as your son on ice, etc., what do you mean? Know who you are!

I opened my eyes wide and fell.

It seemed like it was just fine.

Me, it's not bad!

Ugh, uh, oddly enough, I feel like rolling down the floor without meaning, but not if I'm doing that.

For now, I can say that the direction of my negotiations is more or less determined than the purpose of the lady in front of me has been known.

"If I disappear from those people's eyes, is that good?

"Looks good to know things. I've got a place to go. Someone wants to pick you up. He's a good magician."

... Is that it?

"You said that if I were considering what to do with you, I would take it away with pleasure..."

Are you a magician?

"If it weren't for that, it would be in the back of those mountains, right? Thank you?"

Two people come to mind when they say magicians who "take me away happy".

One is your teacher.

One is that magician who doesn't want to think about it but finds out about the doll Marie.

However, I can only think of the latter, which probably belongs to the association, to tell from the story that his identity is solid.

That, very much, I would like to offer my resignation.

If you're bad, there's a hell of a life ahead of you that Master Crest feared would keep you "bleeding to a point where you won't die".

If you think about it further, it will be taken to the magician's place, it will be the king's capital who will live there. Does the lady in front of you overlook the situation where Master Crest might be reunited with Mr. Carl?

I slowly lifted my dropped head and stared at the lady with an up-and-coming look.

"Um..."

"What? Are you willing to turn down my suggestion?

"No, I... I think I, myself, have been annoying both of you."

I nodded with a very satisfied look on my face as I affirmed and showed what she told me.

"So, me, Cle you put in your mansion... no, dear prince of ice, I wanted to write to you. If I don't tell you how grateful I am that you had a dream of a time and that I will never see you again, and that I don't want you to speak to me if you see me,"

When I tried to say my name, I was totally stunned, so I had to rephrase it with two names that were going to make me laugh, my prince of ice.

Except for the matter of how to call it, my sincere (?) The lady nodded happily to hear the offer.

"It's not a good idea. - Azine, paper and ink. Duba, untie the rope and let me sit there."

When Azin and Duba nodded at each other with their eyes on each other, they moved out. I was sat in a chair where Duba sat until just now, and Azin ran across the door and went.

"Just in case, it's not until Azin returns, ma'am"

"Now you wouldn't even defy me like that, would you? She's a very good listener."

- Ma'am.

"Do as you please."

Unfortunately, I told myself it was a little more patience, although I still didn't seem to get the rope to untie my hands. Before Azin returns, let's just think about the wording of the letter properly.