How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Reveal, is it?

"Yes. I'm now part of the Viscount Bartove family, welcome."

I've had a bad feeling since I came home with Master Crest and asked him if he wanted to talk to me.

Normally, when you need to talk to me about something, you tell 'Chris', but I can't believe the three of us went out of our way to turn in Master Crest.

Master Crest, sitting next to me, drinks tea without changing his expression. For some reason, that right hand is turning on my hips, but every time, I'm used to it. Mr. Carl hasn't pointed out anything either, I guess, because it's become a familiar sight as well.

"Specifically, how do you say hello"

Please, my God, I had no idea who you were going to tell in what place.

I'm new to being a daughter, how dare you report to your ancestors in front of the grave, or something?

Mr. Carl burst out laughing when he picked up my grunt like that.

"No, I just didn't think about that. It's funny because Marie sometimes tells me it's natural."

For once, I came to that conclusion after serious consideration. I don't know what to say when they laugh at me.

"Next time, we're having a brief night out at our house. It's not social season, but I'm going to invite a nobleman or something who's making it a courtesy. So, that's where I'm gonna introduce Marie."

"Night club? Oh, I didn't hear that. First of all, I don't know how to manners in such a place..."

"Manners and dancing, I hear Hal and Amalia are educating"

To the words of my neighbor, Master Crest, I wanted to hold my head.

I knew, that, I was burying the outer moat! It wasn't my fault...!

"So, but, uh, it's like a burning blade, and when it comes out, it bothers the Viscount House."

"Yeah, because it's more of a problem not to reveal it properly"

My brother-in-law chuckled and truncated my words.

Uh, anything else that might justify...

"Ya, for a nightclub, you have to wear a dress, right? Such an expensive thing, no more, to the burden of the Viscounts"

"Nothing, it would be fine if it became an advertising tower for our new product, minus zero.... Oh, it's okay, my fiancée Sama will tailor the dress, not ours"

Unexpectedly looking back at "fiancée Sama" next door, she was instantly answered, "Don't worry."

"The tailoring is already over. Just try it on and fine-tune it."

You just didn't pull it out, and Mr. Carl whistled and made it brown.

Was this a notification of the decision?

"Don't look so anxious, Marie"

My brother-in-law directly in front of me has a full grin about trying to cheer me up.

"You should be next to Crest the whole time, as it will also reveal your engagement."

To the destructive power of the word, doubt your ears at first.

Next time you check "fiancée Sama" next door, for some reason you're staring at me strangely hot.

If I looked back at my brother-in-law who made the bomb statement, I realized that that full grin was the grin of a mischievous child.

"I guess it really ends in this one time"

"Oh, it's okay there. Some of them are tipped off inside. I'll take care of the first customer of the day."

"Okay."

Without me, the revelations and tales continued to pale.

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"... me, you're really going to be Mr. Carl's sister"

Poop, and such words were leaked after I dropped my brother-in-law off at the front door.

"If you're dissatisfied -"

"Oh, no. That's not what I'm saying!

Not good. What are you talking about? Me. If you say that in front of this guy, the story of his adopted daughter turns into a piece of wood dust, which would cause a lot of trouble for Mr. Carl.

"If you have something to worry about, tell me."

Funny, I think the neighbor's voice is probably massive. Voices shouldn't have mass.

Hilarious, looking up, those emerald eyes were shooting straight through me. I understand that I am grumpy at the distortion of my eyebrows.

"I guess there's something there?

The overlapping voice represents nothing hairless, such as the intention to let me escape. Then, my hand was gripped.

"Well, if we talk about this, I think it might offend Mr. Crest."

"... Marie?

I lost my chilled gaze.

I looked up at Master Crest with a high regard,

"Report directly to your teacher that you will be adopted by Viscount Bartove -"

"No."

Cut to pieces and thrown away.

"But it's like a parenting thing."

"I can't allow it."

It was further cut with a knife to be returned.

"Marie, I can't send you to that magician."

"Send, is it?

That, because I'm talking about this guy, I thought it was something that was going to come with me, but I wonder if it wasn't.

"The Squadron Leader has not been granted more than two consecutive days off with some exceptions, such as the funeral of a close relative. I don't know where that magician stands, but it's not a day trip, is it?

Apparently, what I was thinking was prospective.

After all, I guess I'll have to ask Chris to go.

That's all I thought about, and I realized, ha-ha.

(Speaking of which, the engagement announcement goes hand in hand...)

If I looked up, Emerald's eyes and gaze hit me watching this one.

"Marie?"

What was he like? Were you similar to this guy?

As he stared at Master Crest's face, he narrowed his eyes in disgust for some reason.

"Who are you thinking about?

My shoulder jumped small.

Isn't that strange? Surely you've been thinking about someone else? But how do you find out?

"Um..."

I opened my mouth roughly.

"When will you greet Lord Crest's family -"

"Not necessary"

"So, but I..."

"I don't mind ex-post reporting"

All this talk was over, and Master Crest went back to his room to get dressed. Normally you try to force me to take you, but not today either.

I was stunned to drop him off.

"Dear Marizia,"

When I switched, Mr. Hurl stood there with a difficult face.

"It won't be long before dinner is ready. Can you wait for Master Crest in the dining room first?

"Yes.... no! Um, Mr. Hurl, Master Crest's father lives in Wang Du, right?

"You have come and gone with your territory and the residence of the King's Capital. But we don't have Mr. Crest to see us, nor does he have a husband here."

"Yeah, but father, right?"

For Master Crest's birthday present, you're the one who bought me, right?

"Dear Marizia, Unfortunately, my husband is not that involved in Master Crest. As Crest said, there will be no problem reporting the engagement as an ex post facto report."

"Really..."

I heard you were badly hit by your brothers, but I can't believe your relationship with your father was out of the cold.

But I can't help it if they say it's a common sense, but I still think it's a muscle to talk to the other family.

(For once, you should talk to your brother-in-law)

Let's sneak in later and ask from 'Chris'. Root spinning is important, Mr. Carl often says.

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With a stew of beef simmering loosely in my mouth on my cheeks, I was staring at the face of Master Crest sitting across the street.

Nothing else.

I don't mean to...

"Marizia?"

I knew he was suspicious.

"Yes, Master Crest. This stew is delicious."

Smile.

A rare appeal to Crest, who hasn't eaten well, to eat it because it's delicious.

"This shrimp salad is excellent too, isn't it?

If I went on further, I was looked at with gratitude by Mr. Hurl, who was standing at Master Crest's service. I need to do this because I take care of you every day.

But unfortunately, Master Crest's reaction is still dull.

"Um, maybe even in physical condition...?

"No, I'm fine"

For that, the knife and fork move is dull after all.

But if you don't have a problem with your health, is it mental?

I tried to remember Mr. Crest's actions one by one when I got home...... I noticed just the fact.

Are you angry that I tried to get in touch with your master?

That's not good. Sure, I was going to sneak up on Chris to go report it, but I wonder if that's also a cause for discomfort.

Leaving it at its peak, I may be exposed to the danger of my life. That's not good.

I was in a hurry to figure out what to fix.

"Also, could it be offensive, with me, to dine with you?

I caught my throat and got a weird voice.

Master Crest rounds his eyes and, rarely, Mr. Hurl also opens his mouth to look at this one.

"So, then, I, in a separate room,... Oh, no, that's fine. You're going back to your room."

"Wait."

The voices of Master Crest stopped me when I was about to rise.

"Marie. Talk calmly about how you came to that conclusion"

"... I wonder if Master Crest's food can't go on because when you look at my face, you can't eat it deliciously. He said he made you uncomfortable about the report to your teacher."

"It's not"

It was clearly denied.

"I was just thinking. Sometimes the meal feels delicious thanks to Marie, but the meal never tastes bad because of Marie. Never."

Further layered and asserted.

I always wonder how this guy's words feel too direct and heavy. Strange.

Anyway, my worries seemed worrying, and Master Crest flattened my praised stews and salads properly.

"Like Marie said, it was delicious"

"Good."

I took a ho breath sipping tea after the meal. Nature and face also loose for relief that spreads with the warmth of tea.

"Good? Did Marie request today's menu?

"No, you don't. But what makes you think Crest tastes good is that they have similar food preferences? I think it's really important that we share what we think is delicious."

It was Mr. Miltil who told me this story. My husband and I didn't have the right taste for flavoring, and they had all the fights when we were newly married.

"So I'm glad."

Exhaling again, Master Crest stood up.

Oh, you're going back to your room, and I just drank up some leftover tea, too, and I'm surprised at Master Crest standing in front of me and looking down at me.

"Uh?

Did you do something? and tilt his neck. When I saw Amalia, I got a warm smile back.

I was offered a hand, so when I put my hand on it, I understood that it meant standing up, and I was pulled a lot more suddenly.

(Yes?)

Why are you being hugged?

And I'm sad that I'm used to chest plate hardness.

"During the meal, I'm sorry. I made you uncomfortable."

I have goosebumps in my voice and exhale dropped to whisper in my ear.

"It's good to have you"

I had no idea what would lead me to that conclusion, but it's always the case that I don't know Master Crest's thought circuit. Let's just say it's good because you fixed my grump.

- Regarding Dear Crest's father, Uncle Arjee, I spoke to Mr. Carl later through 'Chris' and he told me that I should go through with this beforehand because I plan to call him as a guest at the time of the revelation.

He said he would write one out of Mr. Carl, so I took a ride on it and wrote to him. Of course, Mr. Carl sees the contents beforehand. I mean, it's actually 'Chris' who wrote it, and it's closer that I wrote it up in front of him.

I'm worried about not telling Master Crest, but since he's going to be your uncle, you have to do it right.