How to Escape from an Implacable Man

I was in a hurry.

It's been a long time since I started serving as a support for Hurl binding his servants in this mansion, but it's probably the first time I've rubbed my mind so much.

This heartache, which heavily compresses the chest, is not the ratio once made by Lord Marizia when he escaped from the mansion.

But we only have one thing in common: the problems involved with Marizia.

It's been about two weeks since I've been forbidden to leave Master Crest's room.

It was at the beginning that you were scheduling your day in style and enjoying the conversation with us at Tea Time. Not only for me, but also for the young maid Isabetta's talking about the King's Capital, the tricks of discerning the good ingredients taught by Chef Fennel, for every duty and determination of the aristocracy Hurl talks about… We wanted to create a slightly better environment for Dear Marizia, and with our servants, we were dealing with each other on an alternating basis. Marizia nodded, asked questions, and sometimes laughed at us.

At dinner, he shared his thoughts on the book he had read that day with the returning Crest and had an active conversation.

At night, Hal and I weren't concerned about sleeping in the same bed as Master Crest, but apparently you were just purely asleep, and on the other hand, I seriously considered Hal whether Master Crest was interested in women.

To be honest, you must have been alarmed. Because Master Marizia behaved normally.

Since the week passed, Marizia has seen her participation in the conversation diminish day by day. It's a situation where you don't speak up, you often think about it, and now you only strike a small gavel, Aizuki.

Master Crest will also be aware of Marizia's changes. It looks more tingly and irritated than before.

"Dear Marizia, I brought you lunch."

I put a plate on the wagon and asked Master Crest's room. Unfortunately, there has also been no response to Knock.

"Dear Marizia, I beg your pardon"

When I walked into the room, Marizia, lying on the couch with her eyes open, blurred at me.

While there is less conversation, more time is coming to nap. And most of all, I'm worried about...

"Thank you, Amalia"

Before Marizia, who slowly woke up her upper body, I woke up a deep dish. There's soft boiled oatmeal and other hot air.

Dear Marizia, take the spoon and carry it to your mouth once, twice.

"... Welcome. It was delicious."

Just three bites, and I put the spoon down.

"Sorry I couldn't eat it all"

He was also weak to be "Ugh", and I shook my neck to the side to make sure that Marizia didn't get sick.

"No, it's enough that you had it. I'd like you to have these things in the morning and at night if possible, but you can always tell me when you're in the mood"

Yes, it is. Eat properly what you eat at noon, but only serve fruit squeezed juice in the morning. I don't know how it goes in detail because Master Crest takes care of you at night, but it seems that you can only carry fruit in your mouth. Before Master Crest reprimanded Chef Fennel for his bad arm, if Master Marizia hadn't said, "Chef's cooking is very tasty," I'm sure he would have almost been fired.

Out of the question, Marizia's appetite is on the way to decline, and I feel that her skin has become very pale and thin over the past week.

"What do you do for tea time?

"- Today, I don't want it"

Correctly, even today, is. Yesterday and all yesterday I declined my afternoon tea. He seemed blind to sweet things and cute treats, but even to those things, his forefingers don't move. As it is, the servants are worried that it will become frivolous and coarse.

"Well, let's tell Isabetta again and give her a massage"

"Yes, thank you"

For a few days now, Marizia has been given a massage.

The founder, "Just now", is a young maid Isabetta, who originally had a great interest in beauty massage and seemed to want Marizia to experience it as well.

I and Hurl showed difficulty with beauty and nothing like this, but what Isabetta said was that if you don't exercise, it can also cause bad blood circulation and damage to your health. Do you think that beauty and health are related to cutting but not cutting?

That's how it's a permissive massage, but by the end of the treatment, Marizia-like skin is red and just enough to sweat. Of course, drink the lemon water deliciously afterwards, but you are still losing strength or you will fall asleep in a coma until the time Lord Crest returns.

"Mr. Amalia! Me, I can't watch anymore...... Huh!

Isabetta shook her scorched tea hair and raised her mourning voice.

"Such a lady, I can't watch. Every time I massage, my back without my thin arms or meat,... my bone feels, every time I touch it, I know, I'm scared."

It's pouring and tears from my big black eyes.

"Isabetta, you'll still be at work. Do not disturb."

"But, Mr. Amalia..."

I sighed loudly.

It is everyone in the mansion, including Master Crest, who is worried about Master Marizia. Isabetta isn't the only one.

I knew that Isabetta had feelings close to familiarity with Marizia, of comparatively close age, who pierced a humble attitude rather than great at her servants.

"Isabetta, I feel the same way about me and Hal."

"Is that true? But then why did you tell Master Crest..."

"I have already advised you many times"

……

Isabetta fell apart disappointed.

Yes, it is. Me and Hal are asking Master Crest to at least walk around the mansion so that we can get Marizia out.

But with that kidnapping, you seem to think that Marizia has no choice but to put it beside herself for her safety. This never changed no matter how many times I or Hal said it.

"Um, Mr. Amalia. The lady..."

Isabetta cut off her words to get a little lost and came straight up to me.

"The lady likes you about Master Crest...... right?

In unexpected words I have rounded my eyes.

"Because you've been holding the earrings that Master Crest gave you. Even the necklace won't be removed..."

I wondered what I should say about the reason Isabetta decided to do so. Isabetta doesn't know. That the earrings and necklace were also brought up during the last escape.

But honestly, I can't measure Marizia's heart either.

Unlike the young Isabetta, I know Marizia, who has escaped twice in the past. That's because of Master Crest's overly heavy affection.

A year ago, the escape play heard that Master Marizia exercised sorcery alone. Unfortunately, I am not familiar with magic, but if the current situation is cramped and the Cucumber is extreme, can we escape in the same way?

"I don't know what Marizia thinks. You seem to admire Master Crest, to dislike him, to give up."

I sighed unexpectedly. It is not an act you do in front of your subordinates as a superior officer.

"But our work remains the same. We continue to do what we can for Marizia, for Crest, for the peace of the mansion."

I know it's beautiful.

Still, sometimes if you don't keep saying that, it's going to break.

"Isabetta. It may be hard, but let's continue Marizia's massage in the future"

"... Yes"

When I could tell Isabetta, who had leaned down again, to take a short break, it was time to take turns with Chef Fennel, who had to work on preparing dinner, and Master Marizia's watchmaker.

No, I can't help but use a palatable expression such as' The Watchmaker '. "Watchman."

When I received a succession report from Chef Fennel, who had kept me close to the door, that I had been asleep, I approached the bedroom softly.

I'm Marizia, who doesn't move one, but I'll make sure you have a covert sleep to relieve you. Whenever I saw a completely thinned hand or this sleeping face with a white complexion, I heard that Isabetta and Hurl were also confirming the same thing, as I didn't seem to be the only one worried if you were really breathing.

"Dear Marizia..."

If I gently excluded the dark hair on my face, I would have missed the small, automatic "Mijiro" sword. If it's just a sleeping face, it's a strange thing because it doesn't look very different from when we first met twelve.

As I watched her sleep with that in mind, my lashes "lashes" shivered slightly.

"Mmm..."

Deep amethyst eyes appear along with small, plundering voices.

"Amalia,...?

"Yes, how are you feeling? Dear Marizia,"

"A little, neat"

Lady Marizia, who rose up slowly, took my hand and moved from the bedroom to the couch.

"Yesterday, I was about to read a book, there is...?

"Yeah," the dwarf king and the beautiful princess, "right? Here."

Isabetta's recommended entertainment novel is a story about a princess of a small country who lost her mother early but was raised dearly, receiving the love of a dwarf king who saw her all the way.

It seems popular with young children, but I have no idea what's funny about the quote about a princess who grew up still clean and beautiful in the presence of a stern father and an indifferent stepmother, who has been driven out of the castle by the dwarf king's rape measure Kansaku and has become a situation where he has to rely on a dwarf king, a story about a dwarf king being fitted to a test to be the same size as a human being.

The dwarf king's one-way love and the princess who takes it and Isabetta admired it, but don't you realize that that one-way obsession leads somewhere to Master Crest?

Dear Marizia, I don't know how you feel about this book, either, but even as far as the book is concerned - just as suspicious as the only Father King I relied on, you continue to read it until around the castle being kicked out.

Second, I heard people talking about touching me from the outside.

As I approached the window, I watched softly outside the falling sun.

"Master Crest is home."

"... yes. You're early today."

Lady Marizia pinched a "sign" in the book when she whined slightly and closed it with a patan. And give me a book.

"I'll take care of it"

Crest doesn't like Marizia reading these "vulgar" books, so I keep them every time so she doesn't at least see me reading them.

Not so much, and the footsteps up the stairs slowly approached us.

Gachari

It was the Lord of this mansion, Lord Crest, who appeared without a knock.

I've known it since I was young, but the fact that it makes a horrible impression has not changed due to its lack of expression, while the look of the blonde Bigeye angel.

In front of Marizia, you may create a soft atmosphere, but this past week, Marizia's health is getting worse by the day, wrapped around a blizzard of extreme cold.

"I'm back now"

"Welcome home"

When I bow my head, I turn to the door to replace Master Crest, who came in.

"Well, when dinner's ready, I'll call you."

The sequence of flows from Lord Crest's return to my return is no longer stereotypical. To be honest, it's attached to Marizia and I'd like to give it to you, but I'm buying Crest's dissatisfaction.

I turned my back on the room, sitting next to Master Marizia, confirming Master Crest, who caresses her hair gently.

I've come all the way to the stairs, and you'll keep breathing heavily.

There are two men and women in one room. But you're not getting along with that. I'm not sure what Master Crest thinks.

When I shook my head and shook off my melancholy mood, I noticed the front door was noisy.

(I wonder what it is...)

I'll take a small run down the stairs so I don't look ugly.

There was a well-known customer and the appearance of Hurl responding to him.

"- Just in the right place. Amalia, show us the room."

I took Hal seriously by accident. Do you mean to disturb Master Crest (who loves Marizia) not long after he leaves?

"I'm responsible."

I nodded back at the contemplative expression, the words. I'm not one of those people who worked long in the same mansion for Dada.

Hurl and I can't leave Marizia as she is. Even if you buy Master Crest's unhappiness, now I guess it means betting on this customer.

"I'll show you. … it would be helpful if you could kill the footsteps"

To my words, which I added small, the customer raised his eyebrows a little. But when I confirmed that I nodded with a somewhat amusing look, I took the lead and began to go up the stairs again, which I had just descended.

Please, please move the situation that this customer has glued to at least a little bit.

You may be scolded for other reasons. I even wished.