How to Escape from an Implacable Man

In an unfamiliar salon, I sat deep on the couch and kept my weight.

I also pushed him without a promise to "bump", but unfortunately, he says he hasn't returned from work yet. I figured out how to kill time, but for some reason the other father I visited gave me permission to go through this room.

The older maid served me tea, but I couldn't even mouth it, it would have cooled me down completely.

Anyway, I stood still even with the "Utsumu" addition and subtraction.

Concon

"Ha, ha."

When I stood up in a hurry, it was a strange man who came in. The person comes down to observe me, slim in length, whether the years have reached fifty or not.

"Are you Marie?"

Age and the person analogous from the fine clothes they are wearing are probably the father who put me through.

"Yes. Sorry for the sudden visit."

"Take it easy. Sit down."

Sitting back on the couch again as prompted, an earlier maid prepares me a new cup of tea.

"Oh, you know, I refrain from eating and drinking outside, so please don't worry..."

To my words, the maid, who saw the man sitting right across the street, watched him snort at the old man, and backed me down.

"Uh, nice to meet you, Viscount Bartove... So, does it fit?

Asked terribly, he nodded and affirmed, but the blue eyes just like his son's shone funny for just a moment.

"I heard in the report, are you really weak on your skin"

"Yes. When you hit the sunlight, you have red heat."

"It makes sense, you have white skin that pulls you out so much. Leaving Deventio, where are you staying now? With Nicole?

My movement stops unexpectedly. He gave a hasty, troubled look that he shouldn't, shouldn't.

"I'm sorry. We wanted to talk to Carl confidentially, including about it."

In the first place, the pharmacist's store remained untouched, but I wonder what's going on with Nicole and Marie's treatment of the siblings. Suddenly they caught me in the early morning and I knew it, so I had no idea what kind of treatment Master Crest had done.

I mean, if you say bad excuses, Tsuji won't fit and you're out. It's troublesome to re-explain it from scratch, I don't know if I can trust the Viscount, and most importantly, I don't have time.

"Marie, do you understand that you were put through here in my presence?

"... yes, of course. I appreciate you welcoming me in when I'm suddenly supposed to push you."

"Then you can thank me accordingly."

What, does that "thank you" and they mean "information"? Ugh, I remember having a similar exchange with Mr. Carl before, but you're really a merchant family member, hello.

Well, how do I answer that?

If you give me bad information, I'll have trouble later. Definitely.

"You can throw me out if you've invited me in for some kind of reward. I'll think of another way to meet Master Carl."

Bite your lips and watch how they come out.

"I see. Like my brother, you seem to be thinking about things properly. So just one thing, will you answer the simple question? - Is your brother a breath disaster?

Just think about that question for a second.

For once, I don't think we should reject everything, but leave as much as we take it. I took care of you in Deventio.

"Yes, we are forcing a slightly disabling environment, but we are not in danger"

When Carl answered that he had come to talk to me about his brother, he nodded twice or three times, wondering why.

"Marie, how old will you be?

"Oh, it's seventeen."

Then, Hmm, he stared at me. To the Viscount's reluctant gaze, I give a bewildered expression, and bewildered.

"Do you not give clear information and make statements that draw the other person's interest and interest? You seem to have a pretty good taste. Why don't you work under me, if you like?

"Huh?

"I'd prefer Nicole and Set if possible, but I don't mind just you. Of course, we'll consider the illness, won't we?

"And I'm very grateful for the offer, but for not cleaning up my brother's case -"

"Tell me more about the situation than your son. I think we can offer a much better solution than that."

"No, the..."

Batan

"Will you not lay your hands on people's guests, Father?"

Coming in without a knock, he either rushed to this room or remained in the Knights uniform with disturbed chestnut hair.

"Are you out of time? Too bad. Bye, Marie. Anytime if my son doesn't count on it. You're welcome to join Nicole."

The risen Viscount left Stasta and the salon as he sneezed and stroked his son's head by mistake.

"... ha. Uh, it's been a while, not so long, but this is the first time we've talked about it, isn't it? What were you talking to your father about?

"I only told Carl that I needed to talk to him about his brother, who was in a difficult environment. For more information, nothing. … However, he seemed to like my response and asked if I was willing to work with my brother"

I don't know, I'm more tired.

Still, don't get too distracted and be careful not to forget to just move your expression.

"Marie. How much do you know about Nicole?

Mr. Carl's serious eyes were pouring on me.

So, I recall. Speaking of which, he didn't know about Marie.

"Before I go into more detail about my brother and me, can I, uh... ask for a paycheck?

"Mm-hmm. If you do that with a man and a woman, it won't be all stylish, so - let me sit over there for a second"

Mr. Carl sat down right next to me.

I know it's too close, but I'm not too nervous because the only sensation 'Marie' has is vision and hearing. Compared to Lord Crest's closeness, it's totally light.

"Yes."

Turn your ears this way, Mr. Carl.

What, you want me to slap you in the ear? I'm holding you back by the door, so the maid doesn't hear you?

(I can't believe I slapped you in the ear, I've never done it in 'Marie')

About this time, I adjusted my voice volume and put my mouth on Mr. Carl's ear.

"About this, can you hear me?

Then, for some reason, he was Carl with a surprised look on his face, but he nodded, "Yeah, I can hear you," he said.

"Was something weird?

"... I've never been able to whisper" saya "without breathing in my ears."

Oh, that's because you're not breathing in the first place.

Just as suddenly I was told the facts, I decided to explain 'Marie' from the beginning.

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"- Exactly, yes. Really? I can't believe it."

This is Mr. Carl's first voice, which I've heard all along.

When I checked the position of the maid holding her back near the door, I raised her sleeve to the top of her elbow and slipped down her thin long-handbag.

"Wow..."

Carl's finger, who raised a small and surprising voice, gently touches the spherical joint of 'Marie' 's elbow. Now you could have believed 'Marie' was a doll.

And then, how do you prove that I'm Marizia?

Actually, there's something I have to apologize for.

"Yeah?"

"I think I was supposed to give you the chief with the family crest and the name embroidered, but Master Crest found me."

"Roar."

"It was before I stabbed him in the name, so I deceived him by saying thank you to Mr. Edel. Mr. Edel has also refrained from marrying, and since we asked you not to need small items with family crests, in the future the embroidery motifs are to be strictly checked, and I can no longer give them to you."

"Yeah, you're definitely a goddess," muttered Carl powerlessly, changing his curly expression of surprise, fear, relief, and dismay at my apology.

"But you got permission to embroider. Good."

"That's right! It was only a few days ago, and just that day, it seems like 'a troublesome guest' was coming to that guy, and I was wondering if maybe when he was responding to such a troublesome customer, there was something about my toughness and empathy, but what do you think of Master Carl?

"A few days ago? A troublesome customer?

Someone who even thought of it, Mr. Carl shifted away from his blue eyes and squealed bumps to think of something.

"Hey, Marie. The clothes my sister wore before, remember?

"Before, is it? Oh, it's a young grassy dress, isn't it?! Sun umbrellas and matching!

"Uh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Okay."

"? Could a troublesome customer be someone with a garment relationship or something?

"No, well, maybe you mean someone I know, too, yeah. Shall we end this story once and for all?"

Pam, and slap your hands, divide them. The wind in the gap between his hands fluttered 'Marie' 's forehead.

"Let's get down to business. - What do you want me to do?

The light air from earlier switched to business mode at once.

My - my own throat, not "Marie," snarled.

"Two, I need to ask you something. One is to give something to this' Marie 'from the wedding celebration that I will soon give to Mr. Edel. The other thing is... taking this' Marie 'to that man's mansion to meet him"

The blue eyes swayed with interest, but the straight eye remained directed at me in an attempt to elicit further information.

"... so, what are you gonna do to me?

Did you come after all?

There's not much you can give me, and you don't know what Mr. Carl wants.

Reminds me of the contents of the five research notes I brought out of Deventio. There are two studies on the potency and formulation of medicinal herbs. There are two ways to make and manipulate dolls. One other notebook about grass flowers other than minerals, nuts and herbs examined near Mr. Miltil's mountain cabin.

I moved my mouth as I pondered which one of them was clam and which had clams in it in the first place.

"How about the blue reputation you previously offered?

"Oh, that? Pretty popular. It looks like Deventio has just the right range of mines, and we're going to be selling his name in the pottery town like this."

I stroked my chest down knowing that Mr. Miltil and his son Holt were doing well and hanging in there.

"Also, I'm sorry about the ceramics thing, but I was wondering if it's time to run out of ingredients to use for the painting greens I gave Mr. Miltil. We've done a lot of research, but we've got colors that can make us lose our appetite, but not just green, but bright colors."

Awkward. He took an interest in my explanation, "So?" He asks.

"The five colors already made. And if it's just the development of a new glaze, Nicole...... you don't have to take your brother's hand to do this' Marie 'alone. Including its future, how about it?

If he made "Marie" smile all the time with no push, Carl looked seriously at "Marie" and suddenly laughed out "hahaha".

"Oh, um..."

"No, I'm sorry. Humans, when things happen that exceed expectations, laughter creeps up. Yeah, wow, wow."

Mr. Carl, smiling slightly, pounded my head, slapping lightly.

"That's it. I see him, and I'm curious about what Marie's trying to do, but, well, don't pry now,"

No way, I don't think you realize what I'm trying to do, but I don't like Mr. Carl, who looks somewhat like a merchant. Even if I'm laughing like this, I feel observed somewhere.

"There is one thing I demand from you. - Give me your ear."

I accidentally almost let go of Marie's control over the demands I heard through "Marie" 's ears.

"Is that really a replacement condition? Or what that guy would say..."

"Oh, I'm fine... maybe not, but I took the word when the kidnapping happened"

Oh, to Master Crest, are you setting up the same thing, this merchant?

No, let's not think deeply. I'm on your side on this one for once. I don't think I have such a comforting ally... I want to keep it.