How to Escape from an Implacable Man

You're broken somewhere.

When was the first time you said that?

It was, in a way, a failure to remember, for the first time ever, that I would not put my emotions on the table.

Still, I had no regrets. Because at that time, it was the quickest workaround I could take.

For the first time in my faceless life, there were two fewer players my age, and after all, there was only one person sitting next to me. Our mouth tells me that one of them was looking for my position.

"You, I don't have any friends, so if you stay a little close, you'll get it all back, right?

Unfortunately, I didn't understand that guy's argument that people with ten friends only tilt their minds, but I have only one friend and I give back 10% of my heart. I'm sure it's a unique idea for a merchant.

He wasn't always there for me either, so naturally, I read a lot on my own.

At the time, when I lived in the main mansion, I often read knight stories to hide in the corner of my study. My brother gave me something, and I admired the knight who protects the weak. The position of the nobleman's second and third son, who has territory, is usually determined, and it was obvious that I could be assisted by my eldest brother without leaking into the example. Serving someone inferior to you can't possibly hope for such a stupid future.

When I heard that just one friend would be a knight apprentice in his parents' education policy, I thought this was it. If you stand up as a knight, you don't have to assist that stupid eldest brother or anything.

I met her around that time.

A man of his age who aspires to be a knight as well - sure, I think his sister said something about it - a little night club ahead of him on his way out.

"See you, Marie. I'm sorry, but the usual."

"Yes, I understand. Master."

My ears picked up such a grudge when I left the hall thinking I'd leave on the way home, disgusted by the girls who'd come by strange glances.

I peered softly into the room where I could hear a leak of conversation when I was intrigued by the disgruntled word "master" spinning in the voice of the girl I wanted to talk to.

"Eh."

An unusual girl leaks her voice into a small pain. Dagger in its hand. Red liquid that flows off your arms.

But a girl with a face for pain caught my eye with a smile that gave her full confidence toward her guardian and the bumpy man.

It is nothing more than the order of the master that the girl should be wounded by herself, even if the voice of labor is hung on the girl, to observe from the flow of the story. Yet the girl smiles at him without suffering her own pain. I was unprecedented in the sight.

Why.

Why not?

Is there ever a time when a battered girl smiles at those who are abusing her?

Or is it a despicable measure or something that even forces me to smile?

Or does the girl also smile and hide negative emotions, as she once chose to hide them?

Returning to the hall somewhere stunned, a man called "Master" came out. I didn't see that girl, but I say we're going to show some fun.

"Blessed are the gentlemen and ladies in charge of the future"

The voice of a man wearing a robe embroidered with stunning silver thread in black created a number of beautiful rainbow bridges indoors. I can hear exclamation sighs and cheers from all over the hall as soon as possible.

I didn't care about the bluffing rainbow.

Find a service with several glasses on the tray and hastily pull that sleeve.

"What's that guy like?

The servant woman who looked at my face and smiled for a moment, repeated the same question again, finally returns the answer she wants.

"As Emilia would like to hear, we have called a magician who can use flashy technique. It is not uncommon for a Guru magician to come across the season to show off the aftermath from the end of winter to early summer, although a few are rare."

"- What's his name?

"I am speaking with the magician Iscarcelli."

That was enough information.

The season has just begun. If you're in Wang Du, you'll see him again. Yes, I thought about it.

Don't even know you're going to regret it so much later on.

I find out that my perception of the sorcerer was too sweet. Mages who support this country widely, not just for the protection of the royal castle, but for the development of agriculture. It was the day after I met that girl that I heard that part of it was about keeping and killing powerful people to make up for the lack of magic.

Magic circles a person's body. I say that blood is the most important thing. I mean, that sight was exactly the moment when the girl was being badly looked at by that detached sorcerer.

From there, I think it was quick.

When he allowed the birthday party he had stubbornly refused until then, his father jumped up and rejoiced. And I also nodded at the rare "snare" of the day.

I wanted to avoid using my father's help, but I was just a knight apprentice at fourteen. This was the only way I could think of to save the girl as soon as possible.

That's how she took it, but I didn't know what to do with her.

If you let go freely, you will surely be surrounded by that sorcerer. I was wondering what I could do to protect that girl.

In the meantime, in order to keep them away from danger, I decided that I could tell them not to let them out of the mansion.

It wasn't until four months later that I was reminded that my magician's perception was terribly sweet.

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"Ugh..."

Sleeping next to me, she hit me back and forth. It wasn't until yesterday that I didn't even allow myself to leave to escape from my arms.

I soften up because I'm sure I won't run away from myself anymore, or if I do her dark hair, which I've turned my back on. The feeling of sagging and spilling from the gap between my fingers calmed my mind as I remembered the past and was waving.

The aristocratic ladies flocking to me seemed to be looking at me, all those people who were only interested in my face and status.

Marie is the only one who reads how I feel when they say I have no expression, no emotion, no affection, no mouth four.

I realized that was a very rare reaction after she foolishly put down the handkerchief who stabbed her family crest and turned it into a souvenir and left me.

Sometimes Marie showed me up with emotions I didn't even realize myself. Regrettably, I guess she's my goddess, as Carl so praised her.

The name of the girl who stands for "prayer" in an old word that is no longer in use now. Now I pray to the goddess who sleeps next door.

"Hmmm..."

She shuddered slightly, turning back again.

Pull your cheeks against my chest. Its toes and fingertips were getting cold. I didn't realize, but he was out of the blanket.

"Marizia. Don't get too far away from me because it's cold"

Careful as she whispers, but in the abyss of sleep, she does not reply, she just moves small.

It's my fault that spending many nights exposed these defenseless bodies. He seemed nervous the first few times, but in repeating the same thing, he seemed to recognize me as a safe man.

Even today, she comes to herself like this when she says she has enjoyed herself to the point of her mouth instead of floating about an unexpected confession and taking her lips away.

The desire to keep eating delicious like this brings my head because I became a fiancée.

But now that I'm coming over from myself, my reason to wait just a little longer worked and I breathed heavily.

At one point, I thought if I could just keep running away like this, I'd lose my life in my hand, but, well, I think I could afford it.

Maybe it was because I hadn't been able to see her as one person, as Lord Lauschning pointed out one day.

"- I, about Master Crest,... like,"

I died once when I was shot straight through those deep amethyst eyes and told to do so. I thought so.

At the same time that I finally remembered to breathe, I doubted my ears that I couldn't believe it.

But those mysterious eyes just appealed to me.

Convinced I wasn't lying, I didn't want to be seen loose, so I turned away in a hurry.

(Those eyes, they're against the rules)

It's like peeling off my faceless mask when it's easier.

No, you're not. Such a mask doesn't make sense in front of her eyes. Because if you show yourself in that purple blue fountain, you can't fake or hide your heart.

I slowly closed my lid, clearing my ears to the calm sleep I could hear.

Hopefully, I want to wake up with your voice. Hope so......

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Something soft and warm in my arms surfaces my consciousness at the signs of movement in the first place.

"Huh?

Along with a rare scream, I embraced it all the time trying to get away from my arm in a hurry.

"Oh,... of"

Sweet voice characteristic of waking up. Oh, it's really bad to be sweet to the voice as well as tears and lips. Are you testing my patience? The hoop of reason is rattled.

"Ku, Master Crest..., are you awake -...?

The voice whispered small can't tell if you want to wake me up or keep me asleep.

And again, what's trapped in your arms, rather, begins to resist. Something warm touched my face.

I want to enjoy that softer feeling, and I can put my strength into my tangled arms.

"Hin."

I slowly pressed my heavy lid up to a scream that somehow contained luster.

"Master Crest? Um, let go."

Her pleading voice was heard a little from above. It is her skin that is white and smooth that is spreading in front of her.

"A little more..."

I want to indulge. Take this view.

When I put my hand on her back, I put my strength into it. Her lip hits her clavicle, which is reversed by resistance without.

A small scream leaked out of my misery lit a flame in me.

Keep your lips moving down and you feel two mellow swells. Night clothes got in the way and I couldn't uncover everything, but I could peek into the sloppy valley.

Shall we keep taking everything?

Floated by heat, I feel blood gathering in my lower body.

Sucking on desire and creating red flowers returned small screams and desperate resistance.

Yeah, but if you know it's ripe and falling fruit without a rush...

"Morning, Marizia"

I look up at her moist eyes and say a morning greeting, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh,... Good Morning Gozaimus"

Her face turned bright red, and she responded properly.

I never dreamed of it, it was the ideal morning landscape.

"Dear Crest. Well, you know... this kind of thing is troubling."

It is more difficult to be stared at with wet eyes.

With that in mind, I said, "What?" I asked back.

"I think we need to be serious about this."

Are you ashamed, she shuddered like a rabbit on the verge of being preyed upon?

Again, "What? I asked," How determined I am to make a statement, my body gained strength all the time.

"Until we are officially married, we will be choosing to accompany you to bed!

I rushed to try to convince her of those words, but unfortunately I couldn't get her to flip her opinion by work time.

A little too much.

If we can't convince him by tonight, let's bring him to sleep in the exercise of strength. Because I can no longer sleep without her plush.