How to Escape from an Implacable Man

I didn't know how to name the emotions that arose at that time.

"Hurl. Explain it again."

"- No matter how many times you ask me, the answer won't change. Marizia was on her way to travel for about two weeks."

Bad for Hurl, but it took me a while to admit that fact.

Marizia flew out of my sight again. Whether you are leaving a letter when you return or informing them of a detailed itinerary, seeping into your heart is nothing more than cold anxiety.

That's why Carl was looking at me with a strange face while I was at work.

Was it when I was in an exchange with a separate squad that got information about the robbers? I guess that guy knew this. That's why I even did things that would hold me back when I said I'd make time to go back to the mansion.

Seeing Marizia's report, there was only one thing I was determined to do.

If you go home for the Knights' own room, you encounter a surprised facial subordinate.

"Squadron leader? Didn't they go back to rest?

"I changed my mind. You can't just leave Yamato alone like that."

"Squadron Leader...... Huh!

For some reason, I abandon my men, who seep tears, and I look at the map of the King's Capital spread out on my desk to figure out how to quickly destroy the Bandits. Immediately. Everything.

If it wasn't for you guys, I'd be able to follow Marie.

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"Squadron Commander Crest Arge"

It was after simultaneous and multiple raids on several of the robbers' Azitos and the disabling of the majority of them.

"Battalion, hey, no, excuse me, Knights Leader"

"We're not used to each other's new titles."

He says he's just finished his sweep operation, and the Knights of Lauschning are turning that thin eye to me with a loose stomach.

"Looks like we've been doing a lot of work on this one, have we got anything? Even so, when you move aggressively, it will mostly involve your fiancée."

Why do you also make statements that make people's minds see through? Or is my idea that easy to understand?

No, I guess only things about Marie are easy to understand for Carl, some of his men, and the captain in front of him. That, I must admit.

"It's no big deal. It just didn't make sense for me to go back to the mansion because I was traveling alone."

"You're the same place."

As always, it was pointed out, and I wonder what it is.

There's no way I'm changing my priorities for Marie. I sit next to Marie, watch Marie laugh, hear Marie, feel Marie's temperature. Because that's enough. It's annoying. Even the work of the Wolf Knights is just to keep Marizia by my side.

"Vacation, do you want it?

"... Huh?

For a moment, I didn't know what they said.

I'm in a responsible position as squadron leader, and I can't easily take a vacation or anything.

"Fine. Your work this time has been wonderful. Pick two or so of your men and let them be your substitutes."

"But..."

"There's no rule that a squadron leader shouldn't take time off. If I did that, I wouldn't be able to take the day off."

It's like my shoulder's tickling on a line that sees through the lies I've told Marie.

"I made a big announcement at the night club that far. You'll get a big look at it as much as you do on your prenup trip."

When I bowed my head to the captain, I hurried out to my room. Bounce out the person in your head who can be entrusted with the aftermath. One is a cull. If you knew about this one beforehand, let's make it up to you. And the other...

"... Squadron Commander? Is it my empty ear?

"Then I'll say it again. Beryl Marceus platoon leader. I want to leave my absence with Captain Carl Bartove."

Beryl Marceus is a much more "aristocratic" man than I am. I don't like martial arts and tend to stand around as well as possible and try to only smoke delicious juice. He gathers the people he cares about and makes a faction, and takes care of the general of the mountain. That's why they often expose spicy words to people who don't flatter themselves or who don't think the way they think themselves.

But that's also one of the virgins.

I missed the promotion of the Squadron Leader because of his fierceness, but if I could even get a certain degree of moderation there, the next time the post was vacant, my name would be first.

"... are you an idiot"

I decide to miss out on the evil things I whine about. I wasn't willing to waste my time hanging out with crappy jealousy.

"I was to leave Wang Du for personal use. One case of the bandits ahead has settled down, and yes, it seems that the case will not continue. I don't think there are many advantages or disadvantages to having Squadron Leader surrogate experience looking ahead, but I wonder."

In this workplace, where the position speaks of things over seniority, even if they are older, they do not need to speak respectfully to their subordinates. If we were the same platoon leaders, we would have used salutations to the older Beryl Marceus, but now we don't need that.

Nevertheless, think.

When I'm talking to this Beryl Marceus, I'm uncomfortable and I can't help it. Of course the way I think looks like my oldest brother, but that hair color.

It's unforgivable that a girl like this has the same dark hair as Marizia.

Of course, there is no resemblance to Marizia's glossy "Tsubaya" or the dark night "Yamizu" book "Yamizu", which is stuck in the hair of the man in front of him. Still angry things are angry.

"... hey, I did"

"Beryl Marceus, platoon leader?

Copy that.

Beryl Marceus, who replied to throw up, turned her back on me and grabbed away when she returned the "Bibi" on her curly heel. Carl, who was holding back diagonally, makes a strange noise and blows it out.

"I don't have the right to refuse anyway, so I wish I'd obeyed the promise."

Its status is absolute so that there is no confusion in the chain of command when things happen, and it is unlikely that a subordinate will do anything other than his superior. Not to mention, violating orders, etc. Still, following me must be a work stomach.

"Carl, I know it's troublesome, but don't take it on me."

"Well, it's for my pretty sister-in-law? And now it's for your best friend?

"... Captain Carl Bartove Platoon"

"Got it, Squadron Leader Crest Arge. I would like to take the place of Squadron Leader with Beryl Marseus!

It was a cull that showed a great deal of understanding, but a moment later, he blurred, "Ah, are you with Lord Beryl?"

"That's the easiest formation. You know that."

"Well."

Match me or a knight who follows Carl with a knight who follows Beryl and he'll make up 70% of the squadron I'm looking at. If Carl and Beryl, who served as substitutes, adjust well, the trouble won't happen that way.

"Oh, they're bringing Marie back again."

"Why?

"Huh? Taking a break means bringing him back, right?

"... I hear you've become my brother-in-law and you don't know Marie yet."

"What?"

Pokan, and Karl, who opens his mouth like an abalone.

"No, because I can't stand life without Crest, you, Marie, so you're gonna go out of your way to pick me up from the holidays, right?

I leaned my neck curly and walked out.

Sure, you're right that I can't find value in a mansion without Marizia.

But I'm just worried. I was wondering if Marizia, who is lonely, would cry in my absence.

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When I finished taking over for the two of us, I waited for the night to make the journey back to the mansion. Hold Marizia's leftover itinerary and wait for that time in the study.

How long would I have waited? I waited at least as long as Hal would tell me to keep my night's departure in mind twice.

The moment the blurry and pale light wrapped the pen, a tidal wave of joy echoed in my chest. There's Marizia across this pen.

The report that was written was a largely problem-free statement that I still made doll parts today, that I knew how to make smoke.

But by appointment, Deventio's pharmacy should be packed with example disciples. Marie herself may be in the cabin that she is in the middle of the mountain, but she must always interact with that disciple through 'Chris'.

My intestine, Ragged, made a noise and boiled.

I don't really remember when I was running on a horse. Either way, just breathe with the horse and even go down the street. I think it was bad for the horse to let him run down the night lane, but this is also to see Marizia as soon as possible. I have no choice.

Arriving in Deventio, I stopped by a rented horse shop I used to use at work to keep my horse, from where I go for a pharmacy on foot.

Walking through this town like this reminds me of that time.

That I've been strangely attracted to Marizia's puppets in this city that I've done at Knights' work. At that time, it wasn't surprising why I would care about someone who looked nothing like Marizia with red tea hair. The answer to that question was found in an incident that was under suspicious pursuit.

At that time, the moment I saw my "brother" in a robe picking up an injured (actually partially broken) doll, I desperately enjoyed wanting to scream out. If Marie runs, we have to pick her up carefully.

Early in the morning when I was ready to welcome you, you saw me with your eyes full of surprises, those eyes will never forget. It was the mystical amethyst who stared at me rushing to keep her away from the back door. In the dawn and darkness where the sun doesn't even show up in the morning, the eyes illuminated by Cantera's lights moisten so that the poor flowering “ Sumizu ” is wet in the morning dew -

If I noticed, I'd come all the way to the pharmacy in question.

Concon

"Yes, go ahead -"

I didn't remember that voice. Not Marizia's voice, not 'Chris' 's. Clear, high voice like a boy.

If I opened the store door, I'd be standing there...

"What kind of medicine are you looking for -?

A white apron would be a sign of belonging to this store. The redheads are strong and put together behind them, but they look ugly everywhere. The scissor-colored eye has the color of perplexity, "Ta", so I can look at this one.

"No way, are you the 'Rex'...?

I don't care what you think, I was an early teenager, a girl.

Marie was convinced that she was still in a cabin in the middle of the mountain in the face of 'Chris' from behind, and I left the store.

I was surprised that the apprentice who thought he must be a man was a woman, but he must be the one who plunders Marie's time. I want you to be independent soon.

If I climbed the cared for mountain path with that in mind, I could see the thinner and thinner smoke. My heart squeals. I just thought Marie was under there, and I moved ahead so my legs could bounce.

Speaking to the lady who seemed to be the lord of the mountain hut, she was led to the path leading to the kiln "Kama" behind her. I also feel strangely observed, but I don't care.

Ahead, Marizia.

My heart stops at the tip of a distracted mind and I move my legs.

I saw Marizia's side.

The side staring at the kiln was serious in itself, and I didn't think the day would come when I would be jealous of inorganic objects.

Not knowing what words to spin, I stood next to her and the joy ran all over her body just putting "Marie" and her name on her tongue.

She looks up at me in surprise, sitting in a crude wooden chair. Purple and dark eyes are slightly moisturized, underneath his eyes blushing to make a bear. However, the appearance of the occasional brunette flowing beside me also seemed to cause the heavenly feather to shake in the wind, and the toothpick in me broke badly as my adorable sawdust lips opened to call my name.

As a result, I locked my only goddess in these arms, my dear darling, the one and only.

"Ah, Master Crest!

"... what"

"Well, I, I'm sweating, so I don't really..."

"No problem."

What a cute thing to say. Marie is really too adorable and troubled to look moist and shy in her arms. Are you testing my patience?

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While I'm at it, I find it strange.

This is the third time Marizia has voluntarily disappeared from before me.

Still, I didn't feel as anxious as the first or second time. I can't imagine Marie leaving me without saying anything. Now, isn't she telling me exactly where she is?

Without Marie, I wouldn't be at peace in the true sense. But that's the end of the line.

The real problem is that she's not having a hard time or lonely time, and I'm done with it.

I decided to accompany Marie to bed outside at night because she was worried about the kiln.

Though in the future to make a spare for 'Chris' living in Teventio, this kiln, which takes Marizia's time that far, does not become hateful. But at the same time, I hold my fist hard and endure that Marie herself has no choice but to be beside me.

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

"... ah"

To Marizia's voice, I still couldn't take my eyes off the kiln. The urge to destroy this kiln all goes hand in hand with reason that as long as we finish creating the spare for 'Chris'.

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

"... ah"

After all, was the blackhead under his eyes a bear? Hate burns in the kiln that does Marie harm. I held my fist too long and felt my palm hurt.

When he managed to pull his own gaze off the kiln, it was in his sight that Marizia fell asleep in a bed built outdoors. I am naturally blinded by the dark hair on my nose.

The moment I saw the empty space next to the bed, I feared that I would be able to exercise restraint. I've been away from Marizia for a week, and I've been dawning at her temperature for a long time. I hugged Marie at noon and got enough rest. In other words, it is physically and mentally fulfilling. I swear I won't get my hands on it until I'm officially a couple, but I'm not sure I can protect it.

But next to Marizia, I couldn't beat the sweet temptation of her breathing, feeling her heartbeat and sleeping.

As I dived into the empty space of the bed, I gently turned my arms around her, fighting my own inferiority. Drunk and intoxicated by the feeling of well-being at her scent that tickles her nasal cavity.

"... Dear Crest?

"What?"

I guess I'm tired. Marizia's voice was sweet and mellow with the fallen eyelids.

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

"Ah."

Listen to strange research. I don't know any better music than Marizia plays. At a happy time, my mouth will be unnecessarily loose.

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

I heard a gagging dull noise. No, it's not the sound of reality.

The stick that bites the gear of your emotions is crushing.

With a sweet soft voice, Marizia, who vented that she was drowsy without me, shrugged her little grin, hehe.

An emotion that is defeating reason leads my right hand to her white, smooth cheek.

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

She has already been tangled up in a slumber. But you were unconscious, and you slid your cheek over your touched hand. My temperature rises. But the presence that accepts it keeps its lid closed.

"- So much so that you say things that kill me."

The night was going to be long.

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The night of misery also dawned and Marie woke up, moving in my arms. You forgot about last night, you circled your eyes as soon as you saw my face. My hands on my cheeks were softened for some reason to see what I would do if that beautiful purple crystal spilled.

Her cheeks were reddish and she squeaked something in her mouth as she stared at me with the slightly moist eyes characteristic of sleeping.

"Marizia?"

"... Good morning, sir"

"Oh, it's a good morning."

"Right."

It's been a really long morning.

I felt Marizia plump, so far away that Marizia's heartbeat could be transmitted, that Marizia woke up and I was the first to exchange words.

By the time the sun headed to midpoint, the example disciple had taken his feet to the mountain hut. Apparently Marie called to make me say hello again. I don't need that, but I'm talking about Marizia, I'm guessing something's bothering you.

He said he was from the countryside, but only good health looks like a handle. But as far as Marie's report goes, I guess the head spin isn't bad.

"I'll introduce you again. This kid's gonna take over the pharmacy, Lex. Uh, Alexia."

"You're Marie's good-looking crest, aren't you? Best regards -"

Unexpectedly, my mouth was about to loosen.

I hear this girl is spending time with 'Chris'. The contents of 'Chris' are nothing short of Marie's.

Marizia, what the hell are you talking about me to this disciple? Lacking to say, 'nice guy' is...

When I held the edge of my mouth at my fingertips, I greeted Rex back with only my gaze.

A pale light lights in my heart. Marizia didn't run away from me. Marie says she accepts me properly.

At the lunch table after that, something strange happened.

Of the dishes on the table, the vinegar pickled and the roasted meat tasted strangely delicious. When I put Marizia and the table together, the food tastes good, but I didn't think that was all.

Says the vinegar pickle was brought to you by Rex, so ask Marizia and you'll know how to make it. As for the meat, should I ask my lady husband at the mountain hut later?

For me, cooking is merely a means of nourishment. It is rare to find it delicious. But I feel something different about these two dishes. If you know something about it, you'll be able to eat delicious food even if it's in the mansion.

It was by the time this trip came to an end that I learned that the common denominator of those two dishes was "Marizia" as no other.