How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Stop! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Desperately crying, screaming, and calling, the two big once or twice didn't stop swinging down the shaken bar again and again.

Like a sheep being driven away by a shepherd dog, he got ahead of me, blocked my way, and I fled into the barn I found at the end of my gaze.

But that's what they were after.

He hurriedly closed the door and held it down desperately so that it could not be opened.

For a while, I heard him curse, "Get away from me," "Open up," etc. Don and the vibrations that beat him with the stick in his hand sounded and made him shudder.

But he also stopped making such abusive noises, apparently bored me, and shortly after he breathed in a ho, he was relieved by the metal noise he heard rattling.

"Heh, zama."

"Call it in, at best."

I push the door gently in the distant footsteps.

- It won't open.

It didn't take much time before I realized I was trapped.

"Oh no! Oh, yeah! Let me out!

The dusty place, it hasn't been used for a while, and the air was also starving.

Don and I knocked on the door from the inside and whispered "Ka," but we both know they're not there anymore.

Still, in this dark, dusty place, being alone was unlikely to stand.

Unmade stacked sandbags, raised shovels, rusty sickles. When I got used to the darkness, I saw what was going on inside with light that leaked slightly from the gaps in the walls.

"Gusu."

I can hear my nose sipping "soot" loudly.

I don't know since when, but my eldest and second brother seem to recognize me like a toy running away, and they've come to harass me with that and this.

- You look like Onna.

- Get away from me right now.

- Because he's my youngest.

- You crybaby!

At first I stood up to him head-on, but there was no way I could have fought two brothers of different stature, and I learned that one day I would run away.

I talked to my father a few times, but as much as I cautioned my two brothers a few times, they just retaliated against me for the gaps without that busy guy. At the end of the day, "it's hard to see you just like your late wife," he even looked at me less.

How did this happen?

I sat back in the sandbag and thought about that while waiting for someone to take the street.

"I wonder if you would have gone..."

The person you only know in the portrait shouldn't put one comforting word on you just smiling softly.

My chest hurts.

"Chest...?

No, it's the shoulders and arms that hurt. Because the place you got slapped with a stick must be blue bruised.

Before this, it was a leg.

There was a dead well ahead of me running away from my brother, who stabbed the mouse's body at the end of the stick and tried to make me touch him, and twisted his leg when he fell down there. That hurt. It's new to my memory that I endured crying there, sobbing and hurting all night.

Now, to the sound of stepping on a dead leaf, I rose to momentum. Somebody came for me! and brightens his face to the joy of rescue.

"Oh, look out, boys."

The voice sounded familiar. An old gardener.

"Yes."

Probably my second brother answered with a good reply.

I lowered my hand, waved up to knock on the door, powerless.

This is, like, the usual modus operandi. My voice will surely not reach the ears of a distant old gardener. Even if it arrives, my second brother must be deceiving me.

Then I sat on the sandbag again.

"Hey, Grandpa Hürge, what's that cabin?

White. You locked me up knowing.

"Is that the barn over there? It's not used there anymore, but it's a little messy with the tools we used in the past, so don't play tricks with it."

"Yes, Grandpa Hürge"

Oh, do you have an elder brother too? After all, I was convinced this was a continuation of earlier. Probably to make me scold you for walking into a place you shouldn't have.

I praise myself that it is a pot that I would think if I called for help in a hurry, and I sit still. If I'm going to call for help, I need to do it without my two brothers.

But I didn't like the sound of the patsy coming from the outside.

"Dead leaves burn a lot."

"Oh, wow, scratch it and the firepowder will dance."

"This is going to be a big deal if you're going to burn to Joso. Stop."

The gardener's voice froze my spine.

"It's burning. It's about that cabin over there, right? If you haven't used it, fine."

On my second brother's voice, I tremble when my stiff, clenched fist bubbles.

"That cabin. Seriously. Yes, and it's going to end up smoking without burning? Let's give it a try."

My oldest brother's voice pierces me. The gardener's voice of restraint no longer reaches his ear.

The voice of his brother, who raised his voice and laughed, echoed in a wondrous way in his ear.

No way, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

"Look, if I throw this branch over there, it'll burn"

"Stop it. You could really burn it."

"But you only have what you don't need in there, that's fine."

"In case you live in a rat or something, you're pathetic."

Laughter rising again.

Louder than a laugh, my heart sounds so loud...

◇ ◆ ◇

"... Huh!

For a moment, I didn't know where I was.

Soft sleeping area. Hand-touched blanket.

Only the heart is as loud as ever, and the sweat that transmits the neck muscles is disgusting.

I took a deep breath twice, three times, and finally convinced myself that was my dream.

Abominable.

In the evening, I just talked a little about Marizia and that house, and this is how I hated the weakness of my heart being attacked by past nightmares.

I didn't feel like I was going back to sleep very much, soaking my hand scarf in totally cold water in the bathroom and wiping my sweat.

Though refreshing, I couldn't wipe away the unpleasant feeling of having a cold mass around my heart.

Let's hesitate for a few seconds. I killed my footsteps and left the room.

When you arrive in front of the room of interest, open the door with care not to make any noise. Clearing his ears, he heard a calm sleep and a plump of relief spread through his chest.

When I approached the intended sleeping table, the moon, a little fatter than half a month, was illuminating the sleeping face of the Lord in the room.

(Even with the same dimness as that dream, I didn't know it was so far different)

Unexpectedly loose mouth. The ice cubes on my chest were completely melted.

Remove the dark hair that is disturbed by the sheets, thinking that it should not be "suddenly". I had the urge to stroke my white cheeks for the soft feeling of sliding through my fingers.

"... mmm?

Shit. Did I wake you?

Eyelid "Eyelid" shivered and her eyes, which did not attract me, showed up. In bright places, the eyes that shine in purple garden "Shin" color can only be seen in the dawn "Giang" color here, where there are few light sources.

"... uh, what's up, huh?

My chest rattled in a different way than just now to the sweet sound I followed.

"Not quite...? Um, here we go, huh?

It's the first time she's ever spoken to me like that, usually without breaking the polite tone, and I hold her loosely offered hand with both hands like "sushi".

"Ok...... of, yume? Frightened, Yume... Have you been looking?

I nodded unexpectedly at her talking in a young tone somewhere. How can she understand so much about me? The time we spent together should never be long.

I don't know what she thinks of me like that, she moves to the edge of the bunk so she can twist her body away from me. I lifted the flutter and blanket to show it before trying to pull it off unexpectedly to figure out how to escape.

"Sabi, come on... right?

I suspected she was dreaming conveniently for herself with a nightmare recoil, but still no reason to refuse to invite her in.

I quickly slipped my body next to hers to keep her from feeling cold.

"Hmmm..., stuck..."

With her mouth cold, she put her own arm under my head and pulled me closer to hugging her. Your forehead hits your soft chest, and your body's strength falls out on the beating heart tone.

As if to match my heart tone, when I was gently slapped on the back with a pound, my eyes seemed to moisten with relief for some reason.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

A sweet soft voice creeps into my chest.

"Mikazuki's... Kobu, Yume, Nanaka,"

I thought you couldn't get back to sleep, but my eyelids weighed in. The cold body is warming up at some point too. Is this one of her magic tricks?

Did you see that my consciousness was about to sink into the abyss of sleep? The lullaby leaking out of her lips stopped.

"Good night. Hello, have a good dream... Hey,... Ver"

The back of my eyes got so hot.

The sleeper who wrapped me up until earlier seems to have escaped barefoot.

Whose name did you call now?

I'm not even aware of it, what's the name you spoke of in your dreams?

My body, which jumped, moved unconsciously, and when I realized it, I laid her together and hung my hands around my neck.

"Ver? You mean Verhardt?

That was the name of my second brother who hated me more.

No way, Marizia. Are you telling me that even you were a pawn set up by that brother?

Gu, with strength, a thin arm scratched the universe in agony. It doesn't make sense to me, like her resistance to weakness.

"Ka......, ha"

Dry groans leak from the back of my throat. Until just now, my lips were trembling playing strange research.

My strength I built up as a knight was that I never had anything heavier than a pen, I never made anything like holding her in.

(as a knight...?

I gave it back to me.

What am I doing now?

Trying to kill Marizia?

As a knight, I swore I would just defend Marizia by myself.

Under me, Marizia was coughing up bitterness and exhaling roughly.

"... Crest, dear?

My eyes wet in tears are looking up at me strangely. You don't even seem to realize I was strangled. Or this look after you realize it? Either way... it's indefensible.

"Marizia, did you appear before me on Verhardt's orders?

"Ver, Hart?... which one, is it?

Kehong, and coughing up, I want to believe that Marie's eyes looking up at me have no color of lies,...

"Um, Master Crest. Why are you here? Or it's heavy -"

I gently stroked Marie's cheek as she tried to escape from under me. Her plumpness feels even warmer in my hand, which was getting cold again.

"When I came to see your sleeping face, you invited me into the blanket. He rubbed my back and hugged me. And... called me 'Ver'"

If I told him the way it was, he turned his face bright red and denied it, and sifted and shook his neck to the side. Adorable. But unforgivable.

"Who's Ver?"

She keeps shaking her head if she doesn't know.

"Pull into bed, sing to the lullabies... What man?"

Are you still going to cut Shira?

You betray me and mock me?

My hand, stroking her cheek, slowly turns to her throat.

"No way...... Sevel?

Marie turned her eyes round and turned her gaze far away so she could see someone who wasn't me.

"What man?"

"It's my brother.... maybe three, below"

herself, blinking her eyes many times in a very surprising manner. The clap drops zero tears that were still in my eyes.

"The name, too, I totally... forgot. How could..."

To the unquestionable surprise, I slowly retreated from above her and dropped.

I almost put her in my hands at risk, mistaken for Verhardt's harassment. If I let go of my only prayer, that's all I'm left with is despair.

"Excuse me, Master Crest. I beg your pardon."

If I mistook you for my brother, I hugged Marie all the time, hurriedly waking up her upper body, wondering if she'd done something extraordinary. Wrap it gently so you don't break it, and in your soft body, Tokritokri and that heart sound. I was belling a lot faster than I was just now.

"Marizia"

If you whisper to breathe in in your ear, "Huh?" and a panicked scream spilled. How adorable my Marizia.

"I had a scary dream"

"Huh?"

"So spoil it"

"Huh?

"Like I was doing to that brother"

"Huh?

I hugged Marizia's chest again as she put the blanket back up.

"Oh, uh, Master Crest? My brother was only three when he broke up..."

"Doesn't matter"

Rub your forehead against your chest and you'll spill a sweet scream.

"Uh, but, you know..."

"Spoil"

If you mouth me if I don't admit to disagreement, my non-small sigh tickled my hair.

"Later, don't tell me this is different..."

When I replied to the disappearing voice with an acknowledgment, my forehead and arm were inserted under my head.

I thought I was stroked with a certain rhythm on my back to get in tune with Pong, Pong, a soft lullaby spins out of my tight throat.

Listening to my gentle voice, it was now time for me to sink into the sea of sleep.

Also, even if I fell into that obtrusive darkness, with the light of you, it would surely turn into a starry sky full of heaven.

My dear Marizia.