How to Escape from an Implacable Man

I kept pretending to concentrate on embroidery to keep the tension off the table.

The first frost also falls and the season is headed for winter. Sitting on the couch, squeezing the cold with a knuckle of hair, he was stabbing a large wheel of roses at hand to defy the season. Among the types of decorations in the frame, this figure in the advanced edition mimics a butterfly dancing on the blooming flowers and the green hedgehog, Kakikoshi, which could be ruined if stabbed wrong.

Next to me, Master Crest carefully moves the needle while comparing a stab to a drawing.

It had to be disguised as such a usual, off-duty landscape -.

Of what I've been rooting for, the date of the decision is today.

On a day without Master Crest, he wandered around meaninglessly indoors at best, encouraging exercise to regain some strength. Amalia (the servants headed by), who was initially negative for the indoor walk, also cooperated with a variety of people when she saw her appetite return. Well, when I said cooperation, it was just something in the room, something that played songs and recited books so I wouldn't get tired of repeating the same thing, but I think it helped a lot.

(thanks so much)

I whine softly to them who aren't in this room right now, thanking them.

Today, I, Marizia Christianin, will be in a generation of big hits!

After an unexpected kidnapping, I've been concerned ever since I was imprisoned.

It's about the silver ring that was put on for the magic seal.

In the end, that was just a constant stream of magic, and if you pay attention to a few points, you could use magic as a substitute.

When I found out about it, I was delighted at Crest's lack of understanding of magic.

But I had plenty of time to think while I was in jail, and... I noticed.

Immediately after moving from Deventio to the residence, an anti-peep formation was set up in a private room and study. I was the one who explained to Master Crest that a constantly activated sorcery team would activate if it fed with magical gems. Because it doesn't have to be me to put magic into it, and then I thought. Well, in the end, you were supposed to be able to put in my magic via saliva.

At that point, I wonder if Master Crest had noticed.

That magic continues to sweep through my body. That I have knowledge of the sorcery team on my head. With these two, I can use magic even if it's not what it's always been like.

If you were really going to keep me from using magic, if you were going to keep me from running again, I'm sure Master Crest was in a state where he could hit all sorts of other hands.

- Then why didn't you?

Maybe he was waiting for me to try to escape when he realized it.

Maybe you wanted to see if I'd run away or not.

When I was thinking about that, I kind of thought downwards, not knowing what would happen where I ran away and if I really wanted to run away myself in the first place.

Honestly, I have a sense of feeling about Master Crest that he has something that is a mess. On the other hand, I find the restraint depressing, I'm not sure if my sympathy for the relationships around me or the fact that we spent a long time together bonded me. If I poke him out, I realized that was an emotion that should never be named and articulated.

Still, I want to give it a name.

If you name it, you can threaten to hurt me.

To protect myself, there is me who turns a blind eye that I should forget that name.

After much thought, it was a week ago that I had won that I wanted to take a positive step.

If you choose me under any circumstances, let's name this emotion.

But if it doesn't have to be me, let's seal this emotion deep in our hearts and figure out that it's time to escape out of his reach again. You said you crossed the sea and left the country.

I snorted and whispered my throat slightly that another sight had found the mansion.

My companion draws my hand and leaves the carriage.

It was Mr. Hurl who answered in the front door.

"... Has anyone come?

Master Crest, who placed the book, stood up and walked over to the window.

I also place embroidery tools on the table and raise my hips off the couch.

(Come on, let's get moving)

I ran out of the room.

At the edge of his sight, Master Crest's saw Emerald's eyes open in amazement.

But I still don't have time to get upset about that. Meet the guests before they catch up.

As I ran down the stairs with the momentum that seemed to fall, I held onto a tiny shadow that covered my whole body softly with my coat "Sayi", not a chestnut jerk laughing next to Mr. Hurl...

"Marizia!"

I haven't heard Master Crest shout in a long time.

"Hey, Crest. I wanted to let you know, and I'm here to say hello. It's not here, so let's talk about it somewhere in the room."

The young man whose gaze is swimming a little - Mr. Carl's pale complexion is because he has taken Master Crest's cold, angry gaze?

I was relieved to finish my manipulation of Mr. Carl's little companion = 'Marie'. Activating the sorcery formations drawn by 'Marie' on his chest. Giving you the necklace you've been wearing. And receiving the sorcery formations made to draw on 'Marie'. These three.

I'm still holding onto 'Marie' because, well, Crest, I'm afraid of your gaze.

"Marizia"

Shoulder and grabbed, I was pulled away from 'Marie'.

"You go back to your room. - Carl, I don't know what you want."

"Yeah, I'm gonna have a new sister."

Thank you, Mr. Carl. I think it's really amazing to be able to have a bright voice in this freezing absolute zero degree atmosphere!

"I'd like to introduce you to your goddess, too, and I'm fine with a salon, so can you show me around?

"Carl's sister means you'll be Edel's sister, too, it's nice"

If I let my eyes shine and slapped my hand, I felt Master Crest's grumpy gaze.

"Okay. Let's talk. - Hal, get Marie back to her room."

"But I'd like to talk to that person, too. Dear Crest......"

Grab my arm and never let go. Look up at him and plead, but his neck never shook vertically.

"Not until I figure out who that woman is."

I was reluctantly taken back to Master Crest's private room by Mr. Hull. I wanted to observe without extra shock the first time, but it doesn't look like it's going to be that easy.

'Marie', who walks back across Mr. Carl, of Master Crest heading to the salon, raised that necklace around his neck so he wouldn't notice. Now the planting is complete.

I also hid the sorcery regiment I received from "Marie" to push it against my chest by pretending to relax the chest of the dress.

I can't go back.

I fell asleep on the couch feeling so nervous that my heart stirred.

◇ ◆ ◇

"Recently, there have been many unprecedented visits"

"Hey, I'm sorry. My sister is so cute, I can't wait to brag."

"- That's what you're gonna say, is that what you're gonna do?

My eyes were endlessly cold to see 'Marie' wrapped in a hiraki, and coat.

"Yeah, if you show your face too much, it's gonna be a hassle. - So I was wondering if you could take your seat off."

Isabetta, who finished serving tea before the three of them, caught a glimpse of Master Crest.

"I have no choice. Back off."

I was relieved.

I want to avoid being seen by all sorts of people what 'Marie' looks like now. Seeing 'Marie' 's face should be as little as possible.

(Please, I hope you're activated properly...)

I think the magic formations I drew on the chest of "Marie" are fine because it's something I've used once -

"Then show Crest your face."

"Yes, welcome to"

I gently lowered the hood of my coat as I watched Master Crest through Marie.

"... eh"

upset, stunned or confused. His face distorted his emotions. It's rare to get on your face so far.

At the same time, my chest hurts so badly from heartache.

"What do you mean...!

"Her name is Marie. I welcome you to my Viscount Barthove as my adopted daughter, and I plan to bring an engagement to a certain Earl's son soon."

'Marie' nods to Carl asking, hey. The engagement was the first thing I heard, and I wanted to hear it back soon, but my desire to carry things around without showing my upset to Master Crest prevailed.

Gatan, and Master Crest stood up. Those eyes stare at Mr. Carl for all the shooting.

"... I think you should come and see how Marie made me go back to her room."

His gaze turned to Mr. Carl and "Marie," and the silent Master Crest, whose footsteps also left the salon roughly.

As soon as possible, Carl, who was sitting next to 'Marie', exhales with a huff.

"Uh, I was scared"

"Thank you. Mr. Carl."

'Marie' bows her head with a pepper.

"Yeah, good luck over there, Marie"

- This is what the setup is about.

To 'Marie', who didn't know when she was going to lose her magic, I gave her one crack of the earrings, distracted by the wedding celebration to Mr. Edel. Deceive the eyes of Master Crest's checks by sewing them onto the lining of a gorgeous embroidered pouch.

At the same time, in parallel, he drew two types of illusion formation at the hands of 'Marie', who surrendered himself to Mr. Carl's residence. One was a magical formation projecting my own figure, painted on the chest of 'Marie'. The other is what makes my joints look like doll joints, just like Marie's, letting what I had painted on paper lurk in my own chest right now.

The magic I use for illusion is that 'Marie' comes from a necklace diamond, and mine is my own magic.

An early story would be that 'Marie' looks just like me, and my body sees puppet joints.

I explained this beating, "It's tough on Crest for a long time, but isn't it reasonable considering Marie stays free?" and a mild reaction returned.

Normally, it's not supposed to be a strange bet to refuse that it's absolutely impossible, but Mr. Carl didn't think so.

- My ears as I lay asleep on the couch, I received footsteps that couldn't hide the upset.

(Come on, be it a tragedy or a comedy, it's a big stage for a generation!

Close your eyes and pull out the force in your body. Then, keep your breath as secretly as possible and activate the magic formations you hid in your chest. If this happens, let me thoroughly play 'The Doll'.

"Marizia!"

A sad voice at no time. I was surprised. Mr. Hurl also spoke.

Footsteps approaching straight. And I heard a breathtaking noise.

Even in long-sleeved clothes, your hands are exposed. That finger joint should look like a doll.

Perfect, and something accompanied my cheek.

Got a gritty touch in the soft. A little wet in sweat. Is that Master Crest's hand?

"Marizia......?

I get gently slapped on the cheek with a pepper. But my senses are almost concentrating on the 'Marie' one and I don't react. When I was unfamiliar with the operation of Marie, I neglected my body and made various failures, but it's not bad to concentrate too much only on these occasions. I only cared about the minimum breathing and illusion formations, and then deposited my senses with 'Marie'.

"Dear Crest, Marizia..."

My little functioning ear barely picked up Mr. Hurl's rushed voice. Oh, this guy's seen my hand, too. I think.

The moment I thought something warm was plugged into the back of my knee... my body swayed softly.

(Lifted?

No, did they hold you up?

Unfortunately, with my eyes closed, I can't grasp the surroundings. If I open my eyes badly, I can't do that either, thinking that Master Crest might take care of me.

"Um, Mr. Carl. Hold my body, Master Crest may return here."

"Oh, I wonder if you're going to compare them side-by-side. I get it. - Marie, are you okay?

Carl, stroking the head of 'Marie' sitting next to him, came staring with his blue eyes narrowed.

"Uh, I'm fine. When I get here, I'll get it right through. - But only one. Me, are you engaged to someone?

"Oh, I'm going to. I know you'd like to use your knowledge and abilities to help us with our family business, but as far as I'm going to adopt you, I'm going to let you use it quite a bit.... you don't like it?

Even if you don't like it, I don't think you're in a position to reject it because you're drinking my demands in exchange for being adopted by the Viscount.

"Honestly, I don't know"

"Is that true, too? Well, I'll explain the engagement to you later, so let's focus on this one now."

"... Yes"

He also heard footsteps approaching Mr. Carl's ear.

Yeah, after all, Master Crest with my body seems to be headed straight for this room.

And Isabetta, who had refrained in the hallway, opened the salon door in a panic.

As expected, Master Crest, who stuck his princess on my body, showed up.

How does Master Crest judge? Just thinking about it made my heart ache like a rag all the time.