How to Escape from an Implacable Man

The day after the rare spring snow had fallen on the king's capital, the sky of the king's capital, stained in white, had a turning, bright blue splendor.

"I wondered what would happen yesterday, but it's good to see it's beautiful, Master Crest"

"... ah"

The fresh green eyes of the young man sitting across from me, shaken by a carriage towards the cathedral of origins, looked out the window somewhere grumpy.

The light that plunged through the window had made his soft golden hair shine even more, highlighting the beauty that would not even attract people. Even though it's a familiar sight, it makes my beat faster.

"Why are you so obstinate when it's a wedding?"

"I'm not obstinate."

With that said, when he glanced at me slightly, he shifted his gaze out the window again.

What is it? Doesn't this dress look so good on you? Or was the makeup too thick or something?

No, no, it's what Isabetta and Amalia painstakingly applied to me because of it. Besides, isn't the dress what the person in front of you put in his mouth from the design?

This way, sometimes I want you to stop being grumpy where I don't even anticipate it.

I checked all the dresses, gloves and shoes I wore.

"Um, Master Crest"

"What?"

Still a grumpy voice.

"That, somewhere, can my outfit be weird?

"That's not true"

Even if they say with their gaze pointed out the window, none of them are convincing.

"Well, I knew you didn't look good..."

I didn't know you didn't look good enough to stop wanting to be in your sight. After all, such an elaborate lace or shiny silk fabric is chiseled for me as a rooted civilian.

If this is the case, instead of asking the man Crest to speak out, he insisted on it himself properly......

"It suits you"

"Huh?"

"As much as I want to go back to the mansion like this,"

"Yes?"

How can a dress look good = make you want to go back to your mansion?

As I leaned my neck in doubt, the carriage stopped.

"Are we there..."

Master Crest, with a heavy sigh, offered me his hand when he got off the carriage first.

What he's wearing is a Knights costume. Wearing such a thing, he is the ideal knight himself who truly appears in a love story. Thanks to him, as soon as I got off the carriage, my painful gaze stabs me from everywhere.

A few months ago, at the engagement announcement night club, I thought I was going to die.

By the time the meeting was closed, it was weird tension like, "I read in the book that if the length of the needle protruded was constant, it wouldn't hurt, but is it true?"

"Are you all right?

Master Crest escorting me whispers softly in his ear.

Though he nodded firmly and replied "I'm fine," honestly, the pain in his gaze doubled when he put his mouth to his ear. I want to suspect you know and do it.

If I could glimpse his expression, I would be more vigilant when I stared around him with a cold air. It's going to snow again. Please stop, I want to say. Finally, the direction of intimidation "ikaku" is different. There's only one guy over there, isn't there? Threaten the ladies properly.

"Crest, Marie"

At the entrance to the cathedral, there was a shadow that waved heavily.

He, like Master Crest, is dressed in the Knights' attire.

"I wondered what would happen yesterday, but it was good to see it clear. If you want to keep coming down to the day, I wonder if he's doing anything wrong..."

"Don't say that, Mr. Carl. Even though it's a celebratory seat."

Mr. Carl nodded "Yeah, yeah," when he looked at me from top to bottom.

"Don't look. Decrease"

"Yes, sir. So, Marie. You've told me so many times to stop calling me other people behaving, haven't you?

Blue eyes narrowed naughty.

"… Yes, welcome to"

I'm still unfamiliar with it, even though it's been noted many times.

"Yeah. Be careful.... and don't intimidate your surroundings too much. How cute is Marie?"

"Mr. Carl, no, stay. You can be honest with me. I knew I'd have nice clothes like this."

"You look great. Whose dress is it?

"Oh, and Master Crest..."

"Uh, I knew it. It's okay. I know what Crest suits Marie properly."

Master Crest will be vigilant when he does and around him, moving his gaze all over the place, and he will never see me.

"Are you still making a misunderstanding, Crest? If you're worried, dress a little more out of hand -"

"What's wrong with pretending to be Marizia"

"Then say it right for you, okay? What makes you grumpy is the gaze of the men around you."

"Don't you think blue bruises would suit the bride's relatives?"

To the fist of Master Crest, who swung up gently, Mr. Carl closed his mouth perfectly.

"Uh, Master Crest. It's not like you don't look good, is it?

"Of course."

"Well, fine."

In the meantime, let's forget about the dress once and focus on the ceremony in front of us. I'd also like to forget the gaze that will stab me at the end, but I won't be able to do this one.

"If we've settled down, shall we go inside? You both seem to gather your gaze in many ways."

Led by Mr. Carl, we set foot in the diocese.

◇ ◆ ◇

This cathedral of stone is quite old and righteous. Royalty, dukes, some powerful marquises. They use this cathedral. It's a kind of foil.

I was swallowed by the majestic atmosphere and felt my heart squeak. Then Master Crest, standing next to him, shook his hand. When I looked up surprised, Emerald's eyes, which were about to be inhaled, narrowed to reassure me.

I smile and snort, too, not if I'm being weird.

And the cathedral door was opened as the covert breath of the lined seats filled.

Finally, the main entrance.

Walking on a red carpet stretching straight to the altar is a young man dressed in a white, unified costume. Soft blonde hair flutters and shakes every time she walks.

And the next appearance of the bride buried inside the cathedral with a sigh.

As well as the bridegroom, he was a bride dressed in a white, unified dress, but the beauty of it is just dazzling. In contrast to the silhouette on the upper body of the neat holder neck, the skirt area overlaid with fluffy and light silk organsies is such that a large circle of roses blossoms. With a fine rose embroidery on the edge, Marivale was sewn with many small pearls.

Have the people in the line noticed? Every time the bride walks, the dress shines hard and hard. Some would have thought that countless little diamonds were chopped dresses.

But no. That identity is glass.

The transparent glass created by Viscount Bartove's assisted workshop is sewn into the dress. I can't tell by the pap, it's about 70% lighter of the diamond, and the price is...... well, I guess it'll be about half. He said the price would be decided after seeing how he reacted today.

Why are you so familiar with this, I'm chewing on one of these special glass productions, too. It is not enough to thank Viscount Bartove for adopting me as something of a stubborn civilian. Then it is the result of all the hard work.

Originally, I was studying scattered minerals when I was developing a new glaze for Mr. Miltil. It was only because of the basement that it could be developed in this short period of time. Instead, it was harder to convince Master Crest to twist the time to try and error.

Even as I remember that, the wedding goes on steadily.

Mr. Edel is married to the second son of the Marquis of Saveto, who is assisted by the Chancellor. I was taught that noble titles are, in turn, dukes, marquises, earls, Viscounts, and barons from above, but you think it's inherently impossible for the Viscounts to dowry into the Marquis? The second son seems to be talking about Safe for once because he inherits another countenance from his parents.

I don't really understand every aristocratic decision, and it seems I still need to study. However, I understand very well that Carl, who joked and muttered, "In case anything happens to his eldest son, his sister, the Upper Highness, will be the Marquis' wife," etc., is a highly calculated man. I do not want to study any more on that point.

Applause arises from the row attendants for the two men who have sworn to mercy one another and have been sprinkled with holy water of blessings by the priest who partitions the ceremony.

Even though it's a political ploy, marriage is marriage. Me too, Mr. Edel, no, hey. I want you to be happy, and I have no hesitation in applauding the blessing.

But the person standing next to him seemed different.

It's the same faceless look, and although I'm holding my hand up, I don't see how to slap it.

I tilted my neck a little.

- After the majestic ceremony, I finally expressed my doubts in the carriage going back to get dressed for the celebration party to be held from the mouth of the night.

"Nothing in particular"

He said, "Well, that's as good as slapping your hand to bless you."

"... I'm not going to bless you"

I took Master Crest seriously by accident.

I never expected anyone to congratulate anyone else on their marriage anymore. No, wait. Indeed, in the romantic novels I read in the meantime...

"Maybe, Master Crest. Did you like Mr. Edel?"

"It's not"

A crest with an uncommon expression of discomfort gives out a cold air.

That's weird. Is there any other reason?

"Marriage changes Miss Edel's life dramatically. There will be various relationships with relatives over there, as well as discriminating between servants and others as wives. I am also not free to see the various products as before. Perhaps it will just be an advertising tower spreading the products recommended by the Viscount"

Master Crest put his hand on my cheek.

"Besides, having a pipe with the Marquis de Savette will give you an eye you don't need, too, Viscount Bartove."

Given that, I can't bless you, Master Crest told me.

I'm not complacent, but I feel somewhat gravitated to the latter. Because in the former and the latter, the heat in your voice is something completely different!

"Marie"

"Yes?"

"Absent the party after this."

For a moment, the topic flew too far and I didn't understand what they said.

Still, I finally think of a reason, thinking that apparently there is a connection between the stories in Master Crest.

"I'll definitely be there"

In my reply, a crease stopped between Master Crest's eyebrows that did not hide his grump.

"Marizia"

You can't call me that. You don't want to expose me to noble clumsiness or hostility.

How can you be absent when it's visible that you won't be able to see Mr. Edel in the future?

Plus, because the bride's sister can't be absent or anything!

This could be the turn of Mr. Carl's taught wife, unwillingly. When I use this, I don't want to use it a lot because of my obsession with me for a while or because it makes me tight.

"Dear Crest"

Still, set your gaze on the beauty you are no longer used to seeing, especially its emerald green eyes.

"I really want to celebrate Mr. Edel's departure."

Unfortunately, his expression tells him that he is "unacceptable".

Oh, really.

I really don't want to use this means!

But in order to properly celebrate Mr. Edel at the party, we have no choice!

I have to get my stomach set, get my stomach set!

"So, Master Crest"

Lay your own hands on your hands as they remain on my cheeks.

"At the party, protect me"

The moment I said that line, my body was hugged cuddly by Master Crest's chest. It will put my makeup on Master Crest's clothes, so I want you to stop. Especially since Isabetta said lipstick is hard to shed.

Ultimately, Master Crest gave me permission to attend, even though I said I didn't mean it.

However, at the party, he wouldn't let me go, keeping his hands around my hips the whole time. Even if Mr. Carl makes fun of me, all the time. Thanks to this, the ladies' gaze hurt more than usual.

Well, I have no choice.

Because I chose to be trapped in this man's arms.

Still, since Master Crest says I'm the only one, I'm sure he won't regret it,...