How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"... Dear Crest"

I've been grinding for awhile since the sun went down and I didn't have to watch it clearly in the kiln anymore.

I was very lost in speaking to wake up Master Crest, who was resting very calmly with me.

'Cause I want you to think about it.

I went on a trip without saying anything directly to Master Crest. That doesn't mean they think they've escaped again.... Honestly, I don't know what to tell you.

Still, my butt and back were the limit already. My muscles, sitting on the chair, are getting stiff.

"... Ma?

That, a soft voice characteristic of a slightly plundered sleep, raises a fever from my neck to my cheek.

There's more to it than a surprise. Why do you look at me with such an alarmed look? Laugh.

"The kiln is fine now. Mr. Miltil is going to prepare dinner, so let's go back to the cabin, shall we?

"Oh, that's what you were talking about earlier."

... For that matter, it didn't even work with Pickle?

But even when he's asleep, Master Crest seems to be hearing things around him properly, so I'm sure he's not lying.

But I doubt every time it's true.

"... you were asleep, weren't you?

"Ah."

"Did you hear that?

"Originally, do you have the meat that Marie was soaking? You said you were going to accompany the vegetables."

"... you were really hearing me"

I sincerely wish I hadn't had to say a far-fetched "Ugly" soliloquy.

When I was at the turn of the fire, I was whining quite a bit about the kindness that was moving into my mind towards the kiln Kama, but since Master Crest came, I had weighed myself in. Really good to weigh myself. Whatever the new magic configuration or the dedication of rice to be made to Rex...... no, let's not. It's embarrassing to remember.

Master Crest, who stood first, reaches out to me as I regained my mind and put my strength into my feet. I had no reason to say no, so if I took my hand, I would be pulled a lot as it was, and I got up and cuddled at the same time.

"Marizia"

"... Yes"

I wonder if this is it. Preaching course, I guess. It would be torture to keep whispering "sayin" about being prolonged and scared in your ear after restraining you not to run away. Next time, you can imprison him, or don't leave the King's Capital on your own anymore.

"I missed you......"

Bong, I found my face red with enough momentum to make a noise.

What is this? What is this?

Hey, Master Crest, I don't know this! Could it be a dream or a fake?

"- If you weren't beside me, there would be no color in my world. Your voice, your words, your figure is the only thing that colours my world."

Yeah, it's Master Crest. This heavy choice of words is none other than Master Crest.

In the end, Master Crest wouldn't let me go until Mr. Miltil called me to help him with his meal.

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"It was delicious."

Whispered in my ear, I was so surprised I thought my body would jump up.

That's after the meal. It was after I offered to "at least clean up" Mr. Miltil and he kicked me out of the kitchen saying, "Don't set up your fiancée."

By the way, the atmosphere during the meal is neither good nor bad, and so on. Before I sat alongside Mr. Miltil, Mr. Crest, next to him, was the seat, but Mr. Holt showed off his breakfast "because I have a painting I want to clean up" and just decided to make a strategic retreat. As it turns out, I guess that was good. Unlike when heterosexuals are present, if women are the only ones, there is still a low chance that Mr. Crest's blizzard will blow. In fact, Mr. Miltil, who still loves his late husband, Mr. Klaus, never sent Autumn Waves to Master Crest, nor did Mr. Crest send a tight gaze against Mr. Miltil, his age as much as his own parents.

Well, I think I'll apologize to Mr. Holt later. Because I know there wasn't such a rush job. That one got away with being absolutely scared. Honestly, Master Crest's Blizzard would be sloppy for anyone unfamiliar with it.

"Oh, that's good. It's very different from eating at your residence, so if it suits your mouth..."

"Is it something Marie's hands have added?

That's crazy. I don't feel that line is complimented on the contrary for its flavor.

As usual, I am confident in the flavor as praised by the master, Ike and Rex because it was soaked in herbs for the lower flavor and used magic to shorten the time. But to see from Master Crest's line turning, if it's what I made, I'm happy to eat it "delicious" whether it's raw boiled or poisoned, what a thought struck me.

"... Dear Crest?

"What?

"Was it really delicious?

"Of course."

Next time, shall I fake that it was made by Mr. Miltil and serve something to cook? No, if that's the case, I'll ask Rex, what a flirtatious mind springs up.

"Marie?"

"Nothing, Master Crest. It's more about sleeping beds than that, because it was a sudden visit -"

In any case, Master Crest is quick to perceive that my thoughts deviate. I rushed to change the subject to a voice that included insurance.

"It's a bit pigmented and has a unique odor, but you can rest at the edge of the workshop or outside the cabin"

"Anywhere near Marie, I don't care"

I couldn't even let you explain the choice to the end.

Emerald's eyes peek into me when I accidentally lose my words.

"You forgot? As long as I'm Marizia, I can sleep with it. Conversely, the further away I am from you, the shallower and shorter my sleep will be."

That's all I ask, I leave you, and I feel kind of sorry for you, but don't be fooled. Because what you're saying is no different than a three-year-old who wants to drain his mother's muck.

I, for one, dropped my sigh.

"If you do, you'll be outside, are you sure you're okay?

"About the camp, I've been through it many times. And there's no better way to sleep than to embrace Marizia."

Nobody said "hug and sleep".

But when I think about the bedding, I feel close to it, so I was hesitant to raise my voice and argue.

"I think it's more comfortable than the camp because we use a lot of means"

When I revealed the night with Rex at your master's restaurant, "Ivai," I had time to think about it. I really wanted to sleep, but there was also interference with my neighbor Rex, so I couldn't sleep, so there was only really time.

First and foremost, ensure safety. Beast removal and insect repelling were considered essential.

Second, comfortable sleeping. Warm water was used in the restaurant to ensure softness and warmth, but it takes time to prepare, and that's not everywhere.

Third, responding to sudden weather changes. The mountains are prone to change the weather anyway. Well, weather changes suddenly after noon is a lot, so it's not that high a priority.

This time I devised what should also be called a clay bed.

The first challenge was to divert the sorcery formations of beast repellents, insect repellents, and people-repellents that have already been used scattered in the urn. It is a less magical force consuming group of masters' ideas that are arranged in such a way as to surround places they want to protect at equal intervals. They carve formations into the failing shards of ceramics made by Mr. Miltil and Mr. Holt, and roll them rolling them over the ground.

On the second issue, he applied the formation that makes the look of the doll 'Chris'. It gives a fuzzy elasticity to the clay used as clay. It cools deeply when it touches the ground directly, so I lined up the firewood and laid some fuzzy clay over it to create an air-containing layer, well, I managed. I don't have a problem sleeping with a little thick cloth on top of it.

The third problem has not been dared to be solved. If the weather changes, it can also affect the kiln, so it's not good if it doesn't happen the other way around.

That's why the clay bed, which I made spread out for one person in an attempt to make them feel a little more comfortable, was about the size that would be okay for me and Master Crest to sleep together if I leaned in right.... if you lean on it properly.

I don't have to think about asking Mr. Holt for a drink. It's not the first time I've slept closely with Master Crest, but somehow, this way, something spiritually diminishes. Especially when it's the worst way to wake up.

I wiped myself gently, and when I spoke to Mr. Miltil and Mr. Holt, who were in the workshop, I came to the front of the kiln. Master Crest, who had come to the clay bed earlier, stared at the kiln to see what he was thinking.

"If you look at it so much, you won't get anything."

"... ah"

I pick up the quartz stone that rolls on the ground, magic the formation carved there, and roll again.

"I've been here since last night, and in the morning, I just took a little nap, but I'm still sleepy,"

"... ah"

Crest's eyes seemed slightly wet, turning around. Is the emotion there jealousy of what is in the kiln, or is it an obsession with me?

I pretend not to notice it, tuck it in the clay bed, and lie down. In the sky we see stars full of heaven. What a luxurious screen.

Last night, even though it was his turn to fire, he kept that veil to himself. Today, unfortunately, I can't do that. Master Crest slipped right next door. A little cold on my hands and feet, my skin pops.

Master Crest, who attracts my body as if it were a broken object, is too different than usual and kind of awkward. You usually hug me with a cunt, and that didn't happen today.

Your eyelids will get heavier and heavier at the body temperature you pass on and the beat you pass on. The veil of the starry sky has blurred and my consciousness has loosened.

"... Dear Crest?

"What?"

A reply was dropped at no time. I slept in the evening, and I'm sure I'm not sleepy yet. I'm talking about running all night, so maybe my body time is going a little crazy.

I wrote Mr Hurl a report that he had joined Master Crest, but what is happening there?

... Oh, no. I'm really sleepy. I have a lot to think about, but I can't think together.

"This is how I looked up at the beautiful starry sky yesterday."

"Ah."

Yes, I was lying on this clay bed several times looking at the kiln to make sure I was comfortable sleeping.

"Something about the stars... very, very pretty, so. Why, … I wondered why, only at this time, there was not quite a Master Crest."

Even though it's normal to be next door, only at times like this. It's strange that it's not limited to when you want to share your sight. That's what I thought.

When I remembered how I felt last night, hehe, and slightly swayed my exhale, I felt a stiff finger slipping through my cheeks with verses.

"Marizia. How could you be so..."

On the verge of sinking into the sea of sleep, I think I heard a strange line.

- So much, you say things that kill me.

You couldn't have killed him, could you? I couldn't move my mouth.