How to Escape from an Implacable Man

... dull.

When it comes to weariness in a comfortable category, it doesn't change how weak your body is.

I refrained from disclosing the night club as a Viscount Lady three days later, and I was sinking quietly on the couch in my own room.

"I brought you an herbal tea"

"Thank you, Mr. Isabetta"

The black eyes of Mr. Isabetta, slightly nicked, are always increasing and shining greatly. Even though the scorched tea hair summed up in the cygnon was slightly flaky, its expression was filled with achievement rather than fatigue.

"Already, lady. You don't have to be so polite to me."

"You can't do that. I'm looking after Isabetta."

Nearly as old as I am, Isabetta is the friendliest person in this mansion to treat me, but I couldn't break my respects.

Or how can you be so healthy? Until just now, he said he was massaging my whole body from head to toe.

"Would you like to join us for a cup of tea, Mr. Isabetta?

"Huh? Uh..."

I was in a hurry to recall how Mr. Isabetta had wandered his gaze at my invitation.

"Excuse me. I need to have a little chat, so could you hang out with the tea?

"Yes. If that's the case, I'd be happy to."

I forgot. Instead of inviting him to tea, he could not put him on the same table in the servant's shoes without making it a favor.

I think it's really troublesome to say nobility or status. But that was also something I had to remember in order to stand next to Master Crest.

"Where did Isabetta learn to massage?

"Originally, I was interested in beauty, so my fellow maids at the main residence told me. Besides, until this time, if I were to treat Marizia, I could even get the help of someone who specializes in beauty massage with Carl's mouth!

"Dear Carl, no, how are you?"

Really, I realize again that I'm someone with all sorts of twats. There would be no direct need for a beauty massage for women.

Or did you do a lot of research for your wedding? That would still convince me.

"Just for the record, I hear Master Crest was vehemently opposed, right?

"Huh?"

"If you make it any more beautiful, gather even the gaze you don't need."

……

"You're loved, Marizia."

Even the look on Master Crest's face saying that came to mind more or less, but I accidentally looked back with frigid eyes at Isabetta, who judged it "loved".

If you were Amalia, you would understand this feeling of no place to go.

However, Isabetta had seen how it was corrected by Master Crest's appearance as a "one-way form of love". Even though you were looking at me weak at one time, yes.

"Uh, Mr. Isabetta?

"Oh, you don't have to be modest, Master Marizia"

No, that's not what I'm trying to say.

But I swallowed the words that went on unexpectedly to Isabetta's force.

"Dear Crest, you've got twenty such lovely dresses to wear."

What, and a strange sound leaked in the back of my throat.

Just remembering, I feel relaxed.

Yes, it is. The next time Viscount Bartove decided to reveal that he had been adopted at a night club hosted by him, he should have talked to his brother-in-law about what to wear on the day, but for some reason, … he discovered that there were already more than twenty dresses available for the night club.

If I didn't know when I was making it, I wouldn't even remember letting it measure. And yet, what does it mean that the dimensions are perfect!

(I was scared, I couldn't even ask)

I want you to think about it.

I don't even remember letting it measure, but I have a dress the right size.

At one time, given that I was sick and dramatically thin (and then almost back to my original shape), there is the question of when it was produced.

Above all, the question is, how did you know my size?

I was about to discover a truth I didn't even want to know, and I was too scared to ask anyone.

'Cause you're not scared.

For example, what if it was Master Crest himself who ordered the dress? The neck and sleeves are still good, but they know the size of the chest and hips, right?

(... I'm sure there are better things in the world you don't know)

Per Amalia, I want you to be the one who knows my size. Really true.

"- Plus, a bunch of those accessories!

My grit, Isabetta, who kept talking, breathed, ho, ho.

Honestly, I didn't want to recall that either.

By and large, I think that that stunning set of three diamonds of accessories is enough.... but I've made it into magic material. One must be in Chris.

I don't know when I bought them all, just like the dress, but there are quite a few in Amalia's story. Besides...

"Emerald in emerald, brilliantly aligned with the color of Master Crest's eyes,"

I accidentally wanted to give every heavy love of Master Crest to Isabetta, who sighed like I dreamed.

Yes, we had all the green jewels. Is this an alley? Are you talking about being dyed by my color or something? Or is it always about feeling my gaze or something? I don't know how to interpret it anymore.

"... I didn't think it would be so hard so far"

Physical and mental fatigue combined to spill such lines.

At Carl's suggestion, suddenly, I will be educated as a lady, and this is how Isabetta will brush her body, and Master Crest will discover that she is scared (every time).

"Are you nervous, ma'am?

"Nervous... Well, ladies' education is like a blade, and I don't know what to do if I fail."

Then, for some reason, Mr. Isabetta had a grin that could only be described as Nymmali.

"It's okay. If you fail, Master Crest will do something about it."

How can Isabetta trust Master Crest so much? Is it also a law of beauty = omnipotence in her?

You noticed my frivolous "urchin" glance, Mr. Isabetta's eyes dripping triangle.

"'Cause think about it, lady. If things were to fail at a nightclub, the lady's ratings would go down, wouldn't they? Don't you think Master Crest has seen it?"

That, why not?

What makes you feel strangely persuasive about what Mr. Isabetta says?

"But even so, Master Crest, who has always spoken of not wanting to get involved in the troubles between nobles. You don't have to let your daughter fail you."

Though Mr. Isabetta's words may have been restful, to be honest, I've been feeling like that's the right thing to do.

I don't want to be too aware of it myself, but there's no way I'm going to shut up and watch Master Crest, who cares about me, push me into a predicament - or even put me at a disadvantage.

In this regard, Mr. Isabetta's observational eye was above him. I just regret it for a moment...... maybe.

"Oh, I wish I hadn't been Mr. Carl's adopted daughter in the first place."

At that time, I swallowed the exchange terms because there was only one person I could count on, but even that--

"Okay, smash it"

I got up off the couch a little bit.

"Ku, Master Crest?

"Marizia, I'm home now"

"Yes. Welcome home."

If you had seen Mr. Isabetta properly, you would have noticed a few steps earlier than I did. He stood next to a wagon with a tea bowl on it, seemingly unaware that he had been sitting across the street drinking tea until earlier.

If you're back, I wish you'd told me.

"So?"

"Yes?

Master Crest, who walked over in front of me, put his hand on my cheek. It looked like Mr. Isabetta was raising a voiceless yellow voice at the edge of his sight, but this is different. Because it's my hand to fix my vision to myself!

"Marizia"

"What is it, Master Crest?

Serious emerald eyes are shooting straight through me.

"Will you be absent for the next night club?"

The words were incredible after not expecting them.

"Ku, Master Crest......?

"I don't need to be forced to be his sister-in-law. You don't have to do that, but your place is next to mine."

"No, no, no!

I hurriedly squeezed Master Crest's hand with both hands.

"I have to reveal myself as a proper Viscount Lady. There is no absenteeism!

"But..."

Master Crest's eyes shake in a grumpy manner.

I know. I don't know what you want to say.

Anyway, if I'm as hard as I feel, I guess I'll just have to stay stuck in this mansion or something.

"I don't want to be beside Master Crest."

That, the temperature in the room dropped...?

Well, no, let's just say what we want to say first.

"I want to stand next to Master Crest (...). To do that - Psst!

My nose was pressed against something stiff. My breath is painful from being oppressed with the goose.

"Hey, Crest, dear."

At this time, it's not good to come hugging me, so I want you to at least make it breathable.

If I had thought about that, a voice that felt strangely colorful in my ear was dropped.

"Marizia"

Just a voice calling my name gives me goosebumps.

"You want to kill me?

"Yes? What are you talking about? Isn't that right?"

Oh, you're already a troublesome person to decipher a line. Really.

"You're really going to the night club, aren't you?

"Of course! So the -"

Oh, I can't see your face, so let's just sweeten it up a little bit.

"If there's any crude phase, please follow me, right?

The moment I gave up changing my posture and did a favor for the chest plate in front of me, again I had trouble breathing.

Later, Isabetta said, "Thank you for the lovely pickup!" He thanked me for some reason.

I don't know.