How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"We apologize for the inconvenience this time"

I bowed my head deeply. 'Chris' is next door and we're bowing our heads together.

"No, put your face up,... uh, Nicole?

It's been a long time since I've been called "Nicole," and I roughly looked up. At the end of his gaze, there is a slightly bewildered look of Gain.

"Originally, here's what I asked you to do, and you introduced me to my colleague, Mr. Klein, before you came back like this. With you bowing your head that far..."

"But all of a sudden, you're supposed to disappear"

"I guess it wasn't your intention, was it?

"That's right..."

I appreciate Mr. Gain's words. But whatever the circumstances, it's true that I suddenly imitated the kind of work I was taking out. Must have annoyed a lot of people.

Besides, my colleague, Mr. Klein - I mean your teacher - has taken over since he disappeared for over three months. Though I made it to the snowy season when the streets come and go dull, my chest hurts when I think of people who have had difficulty reluctance in that period.

"This is where I originally asked you guys to do me a favor. I guess there was a reason to be reluctant, huh? Just about Marie's illness."

"... I'm sorry to keep you quiet"

I bow my head again.

"That's okay. That's okay. This is how you came back. Are you okay with the situation?

I saw "Chris" standing next to me. "Chris" takes my gaze and nods. I'm used to this kind of sight, and the timing is just perfect.

- Even Deventio did, but when I came back here, I thought about it a lot. Will you take over the settings you made while on the run, or will you expose everything and apologize?

I talked to your teacher, but I still can't tell you the truth. On top of all the confusion, I knew there was something about Master Crest's outside hearing.

This is how I come to greet and apologize after pulling out the replacement robes and thick soled shoes I kept in the store today and purposefully dressed.... By the way, Rex left a message at the pharmacy.

I only told her that I was faking my gender and that Nicole was a fake name. Your real name is accompanied by a reason why you want me to keep it to myself because I don't want to involve the people in town.

"Unfortunately, I can't come back to this town myself. Instead, I'll leave my apprentice and Marie behind."

"Apprentice?"

"Yes. I'm still young, and I'm not comfortable with customer service, but I'll let Marie cover there. Both I and Mr. Klein acknowledge the knowledge and willingness to learn and continue to study."

If you also bring up the teacher (pseudonym of) who asked you to come surrogate last winter and explain it, Mr. Gain will reluctantly show a convincing attitude.

"If you say so much.... So, what about that apprentice?

"I'm letting the store clean up now. I'll let you come and say hello."

I was worried that maybe Mr. Gain would curse me, so Rex is leaving a message. Because of this, I asked for cleaning and grasshopping in the field.

"... is that okay with you, Nicole?

"Yes?"

I couldn't grasp Mr. Gain's intentions for words, and I listened back the way I missed them between. In the first place, it's been a long time since I've spoken to Mr. Gain, so I can't take it personally.

"That place is an important one that you and Marie have created together, isn't it? I give it to my disciples-"

"... there's no other way than for me to get back to that place. I can't stay away from the king's capital for long. Besides, I thought you said you needed a pharmacist in town, Mr. Gain."

Originally, it was Mr. Gain who had been eager to dictate that he had begun to earn a dime at Mr. Miltil's mountain hut, but that must be very much in town. I was trying to escape more from the king's capital, and I lost that enthusiasm and set up a shop here.

That was another year ago or so, I miss it too much and I cry.

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"- So I was able to talk to Mr. Gain."

"Well, then that's fine. So, how's it going over here?

I was in Mr. Miltil's mountain hut, molding 'Chris' spare parts at best.

I'm the only one in the workshop.

By the way, Rex has him sleeping with 'Chris' at the pharmacy store. We don't open yet, but there's plenty to clean and take care of the fields. At times like this, diligent Rex also treasures' Chris' who knows no fatigue.

"A bad pace, is it? Oh, Mr. Miltil, can I have another twenty or so, please?

In response to my request, Mr. Miltil replied with pleasure, "Yes, sir."

Standing directly behind me sitting on the floor of the workshop, he puffed his hair stretching "Scissors" out to his back with one hand and cut it from a place that was puffy and close to his roots. This is also the material for spare parts.

"Well, I'm surprised you suddenly tried to hang up on me."

"Haha, sorry"

In total, there are one hundred and fifteen parts that make up the doll's 'Chris'. By embedding a part of my body in all of that, I am able to manipulate 'Chris', who is merely a ceramic doll.

In making the spare, it was Mr. Miltil who stopped trying to cut the hair behind him with a patoon. His son, Mr. Holt, who was with him, was just surprised with his eyes round.

Mr. Miltil is one of the few people who knows what character Master Crest is. He suggested to me, after trying to cut my hair clean, that if I did that, he would be mad at me as an example, that I should cut every single one, from various places, so as not to be as conspicuous as possible.

"Me and Holt are already asleep, but are you still awake?

"Yes, the time to dry can be shortened by the magic formation, but the firing, because I'm a little afraid to shorten it"

"Right. Well, that's about it."

"Yes. Good night"

I give it to Cebu and the painting pigment, but if it gets too loud, it interferes with my sleep. We don't move the rind bowl like we did when we lived together before, but for once, let's watch out for the noise.

While reviewing the research notes, I molded the 'Chris' part at best.

The first time I made 'Chris' it was with trial and error, so it took me a long time, but now I have a proper note to call it even the design book. Though some improvements have been made, they basically take the form of this. I have not yet accumulated fatigue because I have also applied physical strengthening to my clay clay kneading arm.

"Today, the fifth day,"

Poop, and a grunt spilled.

Concentrating on the development of new sorcery formations at your residence interrupts something. Although the majority of them are Crests-like, there are times when they can be heard by Mr. Hurl, Amalia, and Isabetta. When did you hear that was Crest's instruction not to break your body?

Well, there's no way to be sure if that justification is true.

It's been a few days that it's not weird when that guy comes to bring me back. It should be possible to send someone back, even if it's not that guy himself, because he's acting as planned, and he's not missing a nightly report.

That's the complete lack of tone.

I talked to Mr. Hurl because I thought Master Crest could stop me. On top of that, I even left when that guy wasn't at work.

The truth is, even if I didn't do that, could I have been allowed this trip?

Soon Mr. Hurl used emergency means and Master Crest headed this way, I didn't even know what to expect to hear from you.

I put on a shackle called engagement, so you think you're okay now, or what?... No, don't you have that?

"Ah..."

Because I was stuck in my thoughts, the parts of my beautifully molded fingers broke apart by mistake.

"I shouldn't, I need to concentrate"

I don't have much time to spare when I say I cheat on drying using sorcery formations. That's what I want to finish building all the parts in the three days from today. I really can't concentrate during the day because there's something about taking over the store via 'Chris', and I knew I had to move on during the night.

- I don't know how focused I was, even as I failed to get in the way of clutter a few times. The hair I had Mr. Miltil cut also ran out of the bottom, and I was pulling out the right hair every time I worked on a new part and cutting it and embedding it.

"Marie? Were you still doing it?"

"... Mr. Miltil?

It was Mr. Miltil who spoke at the entrance to the workshop. Even though the morning sun was leaking from the gap in the armor door, I didn't notice.

"You don't pack too many roots."

"Well, yeah, but I can't even afford the time,"

"If I break my body, I don't have an ex or a child. It's only a matter of time before someone thinks it's sturdy."

The person Mr. Miltil put out to meet...

"What, were you a person? Husband."

If I had noticed, I would have questioned it.

I asked Anna and Margot their opponents scattered at Waldstow, but they still didn't have an answer in me.

"What, are you still worried?"

"... embarrassed"

"You're young," Mr. Miltil said, leaving the workshop.

Ugh, would I have been stunned?

I had a scathing stupidity for Mr. Miltil a year ago. Neither would Mr. Miltil have thought I would choose to be next to Master Crest. Of course, I didn't think so myself a year ago.

"Well, let's talk about this over a drink."

"... Mr. Miltil?

Coming right back, Mr. Miltil poured me cold tea and gave it to the goblet that it was Mr. Holt's failure.

"Klaus and I were in the same workshop in Wangdu. It's not like we weren't aware of each other, but we got married like we were in a pageant."

"But... we were close, weren't we?

I want to know if there was something going on there, even if it wasn't love, and I stick around and throw in a sticky question.

"Well, hey..."

Mr. Miltil, with his mouth on the tea, exhaled, ho, ho.

"At some point, it became natural to be next door."

The words, somewhere lonely, had eyes that looked at something unique to the human being who had lost his companion, something that lay ahead of his memory.

"... can I ask you what you liked or something like that?

"Nah, don't be shy. That doesn't sound like you. - At first, I noticed that you followed me subtly and that my head spins faster than mine. They introduced me to a nice guy."

Well, my head spinning so fast that my sarcastic mouth used to spin around and hate me, and Mr. Miltil laughing seemed to have fun in my eyes. Now I mourn the dead, rather than purely seem to remember and miss the time.

"But now that I think about it, that guy's good place isn't that kind of thing. I don't cheat, I don't spare a word of gratitude, and as soon as I know I'm bad, I can reflect and apologize. There was a respectable part of me as that kind of person, so, well, I guess I've been able to come all this way."

Mr. Miltil's words felt weighed only because he had accompanied him for years.

I slowly tried to chew that word out...... I was wary.

A subtle follow up? You mean attention to me confused by the restraints on my surroundings and unfamiliar heels at night clubs?

Fast head spin? At least you're spinning fast enough to turn my awkward escape plan upside down and capture it, right?

Why don't you cheat? Instead of cheating, he thinks of other women as pieces of wood or grains of sand?

Don't you ever spare a word of gratitude? Exclusive to me, though? You kind of want me to thank Mr Hurl and Mr Amalia for that.

- That, unexpectedly, applies?

What am I going to do, my thought circuit is going crazy? After all, I wonder if lack of sleep is a problem. Or, actually, a nice guy? No, no, I don't. 'Cause you know it with you. Because there's nothing I can do about that guy's obsession.

"Marie?

"... Mr. Miltil. I seem a little tired. I'll give you some instructions for Rex in Teventio, and you'll get some sleep."

"Oh, oh, yeah. Are you okay?"

"Yes, well, I'll keep it on the edge so it doesn't get in the way..."

Flirting me, I got a worried voice, but I just replied raw.

Because.

Because.

I never saw Master Crest in that kind of 'eye for a common man'.

It's all the way, it gives me gifts, and I'm in a stable profession financially, or something.

The appearance is also double circled, and I struggle to communicate my will because of my faint expression, but it gives me a lot of words (heavily), etc.

"Marie, are you sure you're okay?

"... by lunch, wake me up"

Yeah, I'm tired of my head.

Yesterday morning, I moved from your master's "Vagina" to Deventio to talk to Mr. Gain, take care of the store, and "Chris" left me almost motionless.

So I'm going to be the one with the weird thoughts.

Let's go to sleep.

Sleep a little, and when you're refreshed again, you're not supposed to think that way, so.

"- Rex, I'm sorry, but could you look through this book in the morning?

"Is this... a book?

"Yes, because it says from whom, what symptoms, and what medications you formulated. The truth is, I'd rather split the notes for each customer, but I can't make the time and it's a daily record."

"Well, I'll recapitulate every customer."

"Really? But a good amount, huh?

"Probably, I can't remember if it stays like this, it's just fine."

"... thanks, Rex. I'm going to get some sleep, so you can leave Chris alone until noon."

"Yeah, okay."

When I gave instructions to Rex, who was in Deventio, far away, using 'Chris', I crept into Mr. Miltil's prepared bunk.

In the meantime, make up your mind to get some sleep.