How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Hey, Crest. Are you going to be in the Knights all the time?

"What do you mean?

"Do Uncle Arjet's three boys plan to go back to the realm and assist his next eldest son?

Speaking of which, if you'd heard such a story, you'd see him capturing me, but nothing could read from that faceless look.

"When officially joining the Knights, he says he wants to spend his life not just for many of his inhabitants, but just for one. My father and my brothers have agreed. That's why I live here alone."

Yeah, the story I pinched in my ear a long time ago was true.

Life for the king, that's not how I can say it. I knew he was amazing.

"I don't know whether to let the aristocracy with the border on its territory daughter-in-law Marie to concentrate on new product development, or to son-in-law no more than the commercially talented second and third son of Wang Du residence to keep it at hand, but you still think I won't stop you?

Even though it was so threatening that it was no more, Mr. Carl was flat as if he was even receiving it in a breeze.

"... unfortunately not the kind of person you'd stop."

Then Master Crest said, "Per battalion commander or deputy commander?," he murmured in his mouth.

"See you, Marie. I'm your fiancée."

"Yes, sir"

All of a sudden I was told the story and I replied with much more force in my stomach.

"Sometimes it's a promising stock of the Knights, and there's quite a lot of competition. Oh, age, don't worry, we're not that far apart?

"Ha, ha"

"The wedding partner of the sister-in-law is an aristocrat eating into the center, and we want to make connections for the Knights. I'm trying pretty hard, too, but is it time to quit?

"Oh, are you quitting?"

"Yeah, it fits when I have to focus on family business. So they're knights, but Marie can fight them with magic, just in case they use unreasonable violence."

"Oh, you know, who's that abusive, what is it?

"Hmm. I wonder if it depends on time and case. Well, knights have some ferocity together."

"Ha..."

Um, I wonder if that means you should wear the physical enhancement magic team so that it can be activated at any time.

I'm more afraid of Master Crest remaining silent than that.

"Ma, you don't have to worry so much, once you get nostalgic, you're the one who takes good care of you. You've seen Marie's face. I was at the training center when you came to visit."

"Huh?"

All of a sudden, even if they said that, I only saw Master Crest's training landscape then - that means maybe someone from Master Crest's men? I remember Mr. Finn like a playdog, but there was a silver-haired person in the same audition, about all I remember.

"Um, I'd appreciate it if you could tell me your name or something..."

If I offered as a snack, he smiled back at me.

I wonder what it is. I've been waiting for that question, my face.

"Finally interested me? Yeah, the three sons of Count Algiers, right?

That's the name I heard somewhere, and when I realized it, I couldn't help but look at Mr. Crest in the diagonal back.

You were guessing from halfway through Mr. Carl's explanation, and I can't even feel the upset dust there.

"So, Crest. You're gonna get my little sister, right?

"... so, that 'reward'"

Ha, and Master Crest sighed loudly.

"Yes. I don't want you my age to call me my brother-in-law or anything. No, I don't want to call you my brother-in-law."

I don't know what you're talking about, but Carl told me, "When Marie was kidnapped, I got back in return for cooperating."

You think I'm gonna take it?

"Is that it? Then I'm just talking about looking after the other opponents from the Knights, right? Because Marie's already my sister."

Pikiri, and blue muscles floated on Master Crest's forehead.

"Fine. Brings plenty of money. And in the name of my fiancée's behavioral apprenticeship, Marie will live here as always"

"Uh. Tyranny, Crest. Well, I expected it. Let's go home, Marie."

"Wait."

Master Crest stopped Carl, who pulled the "Marie" hand.

"What? 'Cause you don't want' Marie 'over here, do you?

"That name is unpleasant."

Phew, and Carl, who muttered "even though they don't look alike," compared me to "Marie,"

"Then I'll call you Chris."

And suddenly I suggested.

"Marizia Christianine, originally, there is only one Marizia Bartove. Then take your last name, 'Chris'. This is good, right?

Next to Lord Nodding Crest, I also lost momentum and nodded, then let "Marie" and "Chris" nod as well.

"Then I'll go home. Ah, Crest. Marie misunderstands you, so be careful."

Waving flirtatiously, pulling 'Chris' hand, Mr. Carl left the salon.

"Um, what do you mean, misunderstanding?

"Chris" asked, Mr. Carl smiled and "Nice smile".

"Don't tell me that. To save magic, don't move Chris again today."

When he held up 'Chris' body, Mr. Carl told Amalia, who had gone and met him in the hallway, to have a carriage ready.

Even if "Chris" asks with his eyes, he doesn't seem to answer. I had no choice but to stop operating 'Chris' and concentrate on Master Crest in front of me.

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"Um... Dear Crest, uh, excuse me. I can't believe we're suddenly engaged."

"Shut up."

Master Crest hugs me for a moment and leaves the salon and goes up the stairs. Along the way, I saw Mr. Isabetta turn a slightly envious glance at me, and my face turned red.

When I get to Master Crest's private room, which I'm totally used to seeing, he gently sits me on the couch.

On the table is a book from Master Crest's reading and an embroidery of my sting. In the end, do you mean go back to your original life of incarceration like there was nothing there?

But Master Crest is not sitting next to me, he's staring down at me.

"Uh, well, marrying me, Master Crest, doesn't mean you're behaving like me, and don't worry."

I told you to shut up.

Shh, so I leaned over unexpectedly.

I knew it was annoying, and I thought, my vision seeps in tears.

Even if I'm your wife, you're like Mr. Carl said, a lot of commissions. Master Crest, or rather, they think you're in the way.

Poop, and overflowing tears spilled.

"... not really"

An indestructible whimper, "Snort," pokes out the back of his throat.

Master Crest identified me properly, but that's not why he wanted me to be his wife.

I knew I was coming from anybody.

"Why, cry"

Pompous, dropped inquiry.

"'Cause to Master Crest, I, I, am annoyed,..."

I can't whimper or kill, I can't stop crying, I spin words without retaining them as emotions.

to selfish betting, involving Master Crest in the

I was glad you saw yourself properly.

Master Crest just protected me from a sense of responsibility more than he gave me away, but I just wished I was beside him.

"Wow, but..., ma'am, what an extra, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

I don't know what it is anymore.

Tears don't stop, and the back of my throat hurts.

Above all, the back of my chest is squeaking and screaming.

"Marizia"

He was lifted with his hand on his chin.

Bad beauty for the heart, even though I'm used to seeing it in front of me. I can't read emotions from those thin lips or from my green eyes.

I had a terrible look on my face, but I stared at him, wondering if this would reduce my chances of worshipping my face at such close range than it did.

I don't know what you're thinking, but that faceless face slowly approached me,

"Hiccup!

A scream leaked from the back of my throat. It's like a puppy squeal.

I mean, now, cheeks, I'm licking it.... Which one is the puppy?

He stares at me with his eyes narrowed, repeatedly blinking at the shock too much, licking to the opposite cheek. No, it's not a puppy, it's a big dog.

"- Sweet"

Something pressed me against my lips, arguing that tears were sweet.

Something warm and wet breaking into your mouth ravages you inside. It's kind of soggy.

(... not)

Even now, trying to understand what is being done, the pain of not being able to breathe comes first.

Oh, well.

Am I being eaten up by a big dog?

Thinking about that with a blurry head, I could breathe on my pretend. In a hurry, Ha Fu takes his breath away.

"You're sweet everywhere."

What dwells in his eyes spinning words like that is a flame I have never seen before.

"Women like sugar sweets, but I see, the sweeter you get, the more convinced you'll drown"

What are you talking about all of a sudden, this guy?

"I never thought of you as annoying"

When he closed his eyes in a hurry, he felt soft on his lid, his eyelids. It is understandable that the lips were dropped.

"Marizia. My only 'prayer'"

A thick-skinned palm strokes my cheek.

When I lifted my eyelid, there was still a crest-like face nearby.

"I would have answered properly once what I think of you. You forgot? Or did you just listen to me?

Still have some fun with your expression in the same tone as the "su".

From among the scarce emotional expressions, the tone of his voice, the motion of his brow, also used to picking up feelings, lifted slightly the edge of his mouth if he told his voice that he wanted me to tell him the depths of his heart that he still couldn't pick up.

"I want you to always think about me, next to me"

Unusual.

Although what was told was not novel, it was usually in the form of an order, and I had never heard the word "want".

"You wake me up with that whispering voice, face to face, eat next door, smile at me, and sleep with me. I want that kind of life."

My face, understanding its contents, twitches and heat.

"I understood it was quick to marry Meh as a wife, but I wanted to avoid making an extra enemy of you. Noble socialisation is very troublesome."

Meh, meh, you said you were quick to marry... did you really mean that?

But more than this, I welcome you as my wife.

I want to say something, but I'm speechless, and my mouth opens and closes without meaning when it wears off.

Then he tilted his neck like he was in just a little trouble.

"Should I return it in the same language as you? - Marizia. I like it. I love you."

The words smashed away a glass bottle that contained my emotions.