How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Um... Amalia. Do you have time now?

It was Amalia, a maid of all kinds who was annoying, who called out after dropping off a bunch of troubled quotes, Dear Crest, who was going to work.

Looks like I've been working for this mansion for a long time, and I'm sure these stories must have a lot of knowledge......

"What is it, Master Marizia? If you're on the property of the mansion, as much as..."

Yes, Master Crest gave me a light release from prison life.

Thanks, they decided we didn't need to be forced to lock each other up because we could confirm that, you know, we had feelings for each other.

"No, there's something I need to talk to you about..."

My face turns red when I think of the content, but Amalia seems to have guessed.

"Let me ask you something in Marizia's room."

That's just great, Mr. Amalia!

I invited her into the room, and how much I cut the story out to sit down.

"Actually, I'm talking about, you know, the idea of the aristocrats or common sense."

"If that's what you're talking about, Hurl is better than me -"

"I can't talk to Mr. Hurl very much!

I relaxed my roomwear chest thinking it might be quicker for you to look at it. There's the red petal.

……

Amalia's eyes narrowed.

"How far, sir?

"Huh?"

"No, excuse me. So you need to make a bed in Master Crest's room."

"Chi, no!

Don't get me wrong!!

I hastily stopped Amalia, who was about to leave the room now.

"That's all. That's all it is! In the morning, they just put it on Master Sleeping Crest!

When I sued desperately, I felt a little discouraged for some reason. Why not?

"I'd like to ask, you know, noblemen, before the formal marriage, uh..."

Ugh, I left it to momentum to ask, but I don't know what to say about the act.

"... Dear Marizia"

"Yes."

"I understand what you're trying to say. To the best of my knowledge, I will answer you."

"Oh, please"

Amalia has a troubled look on her face.

That's right. You suddenly have trouble asking me this, don't you?

But I don't have the skill to know if Master Crest's actions are within common sense...!

"It is common to ask your wife for virginity if you have the right blood muscles, or if it is a trace. Because the child to be born must be drawing his own blood."

To Mr. Amalia's words, I stroked my chest down.

"But if you're a second son, a third son, not trapped by blood muscles, you don't always attach importance to virginity. Even more so if it is a political marriage, because some people think that if we are in each other's position as husbands/wives, others don't care."

"Uh, I mean?

"I mean, each person."

It didn't solve anything. Yikes... It's embarrassing. I asked patiently.

You must have noticed me discouraged, Mr. Amalia reaching out to me for salvation.

"Dear Marizia, Each person means that Marizia can do what she thinks. Why don't you talk to Master Crest directly?

Fluffy, and scales fall from your eyes.

"Does that mean I can say to Master Crest, 'I won't do that until I'm married'?

"- Right. Since Marizia has been forced into a lot of disabling situations, I think we can do the same for Crest."

That, for some reason, I think Amalia had a black grin.

Finally, I think I heard the flattery of the servants who rubbed their distractions.

Well, no. Amalia has nothing to say!

"Thank you, Amalia"

"No, this way. It seems to have helped."

I'm going back to work. Dropping off Mr. Amalia, I headed to my desk.

First freedom I've had in a long time. Write it down in your notebook about the composition of the sorcery team that you kept in mind to think about and how to make new use of the existing sorcery team.

(Oh, and I also have to think about things that might lead to business)

Forgetting the passage of time and immersed in thinking, I temporarily drove the whole thing about Master Crest into the corner of my head.

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"Welcome back"

If Amalia hadn't called me, she would have accidentally forgotten to pick me up. It is a common understanding between me and Amalia that we must show in an attitude that it is also in Crest's interest to move freely in the residence so that Crest's mind remains the same.

And Master Crest's mood for a long time to pick you up...... I'm sorry.

"Yay, it's been yesterday, Marie"

Probably because of this guy. No, it's also because of this guy that I can be doing this, so I'm a benefactor.

Head to the salon to be dragged by the silent Crest. Mr. Carl followed me nibbling from behind.

"Well, first to the goddess, return this one ~"

When I gently reached out to Carl, who pretended to sing, Cologne, and a small one were dropped in his hand.

"Ah..."

Those are empty earrings. The magic I had saved on the diamond was sobering. Probably the first one that "Marie" was in "Chris" as well.

"Why do you have it?"

"Uh? 'Cause it sounds like you're the power source for' Chris'. This one's empty now, so I wanted to return it."

"Marie?"

My body sits in a cold gaze.

"Uh, uh, I really need something core to move Chris, and this is what was close to me when I first made Chris, not Marie..."

Ugh, I think my gaze is kind of colder......!

"I used earrings because it was good to keep them close and familiar all the time to make my own identities, sorry!

I bowed my head ready to be pissed off, but the air soothed.... Why?

When I look up, there is a subtly moody crest-like expression. Is that it?

Marie is scared because she's unconscious, and Carl's voice, whining, didn't reach my ear.

"Well, now the first errand is done. And then, Marie. I want to move Chris on a regular basis so we can talk business. I wanted to set that time frame."

"Oh, yes."

I'm not familiar with the phrase "business negotiation," but I guess the point is to talk about what I might be able to do business with my skills and information.

Mr. Carl will have a Knights job too, so time is in the morning or evening after all...

That, Mr. Carl, didn't you say you were quitting the knight?

"Um, are you still in the Knights?

"Oh. I'm just gonna quit before it's too far away, and I'm not sure when yet."

"Then it's better in the morning or after evening, right? Then..."

"Wait."

For some reason, Master Crest raised his voice of restraint.

"Are you gonna get in the way of me and Marie's time?

"It's okay. Are you used to moving your body and 'Chris' at the same time, et al?

He lifted his body much longer and for some reason sat on the knees of Master Crest sitting on the couch.

"You're with me, and you're gonna think about something other than me? And every day?"

I hope I can misinterpret this as a whisper of love. It would be the same as a child's appetite for exclusivity.

And the gaze that can be directed at me and Mr. Carl is cold.

And yet, for some reason, Mr. Carl is holding his stomach and shaking.

"Dear Crest. I, the civilian, owe it to Carl to be engaged to Master Crest."

……

"Is it wrong to want to repay that?"

The beauty of Master Crest, right there, rocked with fresh green eyes bewildered by my words.

"Besides, I've been thinking about Master Crest. What can I do to get Master Crest to see me properly?"

I've been thinking about how you can understand me as a magician, as a pharmacist, as a Viscount Lady who has to be useful.

With that in mind, if I gave my gaze back, a deep sigh rocked my forehead.

"Marie, are you trying my patience?

"Patience, is it?

Is it patience that you are looking for? Well, maybe it fits with the word "patience" because Master Crest, in the sense that my interests are reluctant to be directed at anything other than myself, makes me endure there.

A hurried up Mr. Carl's footsteps jumped into my ear as I tried to snort.

"Marie, can we talk about this again later?"

My voice is jumping a little while holding my stomach down. I think I can breathe.

"Um, even in physical condition -"

"Yeah, well, my abs, kind of. See you later."

Mr. Carl, who raised his hand small, left the salon in a hurry.

……

Master Crest's eyes dropping it off are grumpy per se.

"Um, Master Crest?

You've got some strange vibes, and when I called out, I groaned, "Get dressed," and Master Crest walked out of the salon.

What the hell was that?

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"Well, then, you can move it after noon, and when Crest gets home, it means stopping it"

"Yes, Master Carl"

Half an hour after that, 'Chris' was stuffing up a conversation with Mr. Carl in the room assigned to him.

"By the way, are you okay now? Crest's gaze or something."

"Oh, I'm at dinner right now. I'm listening to you, Mr. Lauschning."

"Oh, and you're okay talking to me?

"Yes, I'm used to it already. As Nicole formulated her medicine, Marie served her many times."

When I told him that, for some reason, he was seen with "wow" weird eyes.

"Oh, of course, I'm dealing with Master Carl, who knows the circumstances, so you can skip giving him a look or something, so it's easier, right?

When I rushed to fix it, "Yeah, because it's not there," he stroked 'Chris' head.

"Well, you don't have to rush it. If there's anything you need, I'll tell your father? Because the servants were well informed about the treatment of 'Chris'."

"Um, I've been wondering... to the servants, what's the story?

"Huh? Marie's friend and researcher of new products. It's good for people, but when it comes to research, it's bigotry, so you can basically ignore it except when you're called out."

Unexpectedly, my hand holding my fork nearly shivered plumply. Phew, not good. Let's just say I'm surprised Mr. Lauschning says he actually likes sweetness.

"What's wrong, 'Chris'?" "What's up, Marie?

My two sights capture someone who showers similar questions at the same time.

"No, it was just a little shocking"

Me and 'Chris' answered that at the same time.