How to Escape from an Implacable Man

heartless.

All you need to do is just concentrate.

I shouldn't even think this way that Master Crest is pointing this way in the corner of the workshop.

I had assembled 'Chris' before, checklist at hand one by one repeated check of operation.

The morning was scattered.

I remember last night until late at night when I was carving the formation all the way into the 'Chris' parts, scrubbing my sleepy eyes and making sure I had finished drawing all the formations I had planned.

When I woke up in the morning, I was wrapped around one blanket so that Master Crest could hold me. I continue to die of shame yesterday. I can smile at Mr. Miltil for coming to call, and vice versa, Mr. Holt for coming to work first thing in the morning was deliberately out of sight.... I want to dig holes and bury them.

"Next, left arm. No problems with wrist, elbow or shoulder movement. Finger joints are thumb first, second, index finger first, second, third…"

Move the 'Chris' in front of you as you read out the check item to make sure it moves. The toes are made of a lot more mess, but fingers are a common place to see from others, so it's very important to be able to move uncomfortably.

Once we can make sure all the joints move, we'll check out some partial tricks like grabbing something, walking, whatever. Ultimately, the confirmation ends by bending over and picking up what is falling on the floor, dancing waltz, and using the entire body. Because of this, I turned down "I'm not going to dance with a doll" even though I thought I was going to make the dance opponent Master Crest. That's within your expectations, though.

"That's something to do with a lot of thought."

"Really? Once you're away, you can't rush right away even if you're unwell, so you have to be careful. Plus, it's hard to find out it's a doll."

Even with Master Crest's permission, it will take more than a day in a passenger carriage, depending on the succession. There is no malfunction. I have never rubbed it.

"I didn't have a problem with it for now, so I'll carry 'Chris' to the store after lunch. After that, I plan to say hello to the face of the town, but Master Crest -"

"Of course, I'm going with Marie"

That's crazy. For a moment, there's a phantom of a toddler who can't leave his mother.

No, no, what are you thinking? It's Master Crest in front of you, isn't it? Two above me, it's already twenty!

"... yes, right? Then let's go say hello to Mr. Miltil and Mr. Holt. I also need to pack my bags so I can leave as soon as I have lunch."

That, something strangely seems to please Master Crest. After all, I wonder if sleeping at the mountain hut was cramped.... I don't mind sleeping under the same roof as Mr. Holt, you don't say. I don't ask because I'm scared.

I was alone while removing the black robe for 'Nicole' from my dressed bag.

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"Dear Crest, you know, you don't have to turn your hand around your hips"

"But..."

"Because it's enough to have you pull over!

"I'm sorry," he whines as he inadvertently gets rough. I look like Nicole with a black robe in her thick bottom boot, and I think it's bad that Crest tries to turn her arm around her waist, even though she's carrying the travel bamboo luggage she borrowed from Holt.

... even though it's an emergency.

Rent a place to work, get some clay accommodated, and thank Mr. Miltil and Mr. Holt for staying with Mr. Crest, which I have already carefully bowed my head to, I am now walking down the mountain path on an early foot.

In the bamboo luggage is' Chris' in the state of funeral. I didn't hear Master Crest say "I'll bear it," but he explained the half-leaning circumstances of "Because I'm lightening up with magic" and "If I hadn't touched it, the magic would cut off" and now I'm carrying it safely. No, that's good. That's not the problem.

Having had to rush down to town due to certain circumstances, I am running down at the same speed as Master Crest, a knight with physical capital, using a formation of physical enhancements embroidered in my robe.

Reason?

That's it. It's Richter, the prodigal son.

You must have noticed that my brother, 'Nicole', is not here. Since yesterday, he has invited 'Chris' to dinner with a different and forceful M.O. Rex has managed to pull it off for me, but the other guy is a grown man, and I don't know what he'll do if he's upside-down, and it's not going to work. Although "Chris" is sturdy, there is also a sick and weak setting for once, so how far can I count on it?

That's why I'm in a state where I'm moving my own legs at best, letting 'Chris' slip away. Of course, I fell over and over again because my attention to my surroundings would really be neglected. He is caught in the arms of Mr. Crest, one step ahead, rushing fast, trying desperately to keep Master Crest trying to hold me up (because he looks like 'Nicole') and at least reduce his attention to his surroundings and direction of progress.

Are you okay, Marie?

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

I wonder why Master Crest hasn't disturbed one breath. Is it the fruit of daily workouts? And I guess I'm out of breath even if I'm fortifying myself with witchcraft,...... I guess I'm lacking exercise.

"It's not. Because your breath is rising... After all, I'll hold you up."

"Yes, from! If anyone sees me, I'll put out the fire. It's hard, but I won't."

The 'Nicole' of the town's pharmacist was held by these knights, so much for the doctors' malnutrition. You're gonna get involved in sales.

Whenever I called on the roots of a tree, I said no to Master Crest, who repeated the same suggestion to say the least, the mountain path was at an end at some point.

I really don't want people in town to see me in a hurry, but I can't help it. Let's get it missed because this is an emergency.

I'll make a script and give it to Rex as soon as the customer asks me what to do, and I'll hurry up the road to the store with all my thoughts. If you put one in the back road from the boulevard, the admirable store structure will be in sight and just a little ho.

"Dear Crest, please don't speak out because this is going to be a mess"

"But"

"Really, please!

Follow Master Crest, who reluctantly nodded, and I breathe before opening the store door.

There was a troubled Rex and a grumpy Richter face, as I was confirming in my 'Chris' vision.

"It's you again"

Hooded, I squeeze my throat and speak low to the critical.

"If you're not a guest, go home"

"Me, I... yes, to discuss my mother's stomach pain"

Then I'll hear it.

"Yes, no, I just got back and I'm tired."

"Marie, can you take this back to the back room? Thank you for your hard work."

"Yes, brother"

When I gave 'Chris' the bamboo luggage I was carrying, I turned back to Richter.

"Well, let me tell you more"

The gutless Richter walked out of the store, muttering with a mound that he would come back after hearing more about his mother's medical condition. I think Mr. Crest, who came in to replace him, has a frightened look on his face.

"Is the mother okay?"

"That's okay, Master Crest. Because if Richter becomes a decent person, his mother's stomach aches will be gone."

That's what I mean.

Because Dora son, who doesn't work seriously and doesn't have a firm daughter-in-law athe, is just causing stomach aches. Once, I remember giving away a relaxing herbal tea at least because my son told me or came to see "Chris," but he was discouraged that he was sick and very unlikely to hold Richter's reins.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Marie. I can't help you."

"It's okay, Rex. However, if it's going to go on too long, the last resort," I'm sick and I'm going to fall in the store "scenario, is close."

"Yeah, that's right."

"- It doesn't extend to that"

It was Master Crest who came with his mouth pinned to his mentor's conversation.

"Marizia. After this, are you going to say hello to the human being that he's the face of the town?

"Oh, yes."

"Let's go."

"Uh, um, wait a minute. Well, at least until I get my breath..."

That's true, too, when I exhaled howlingly at Master Crest, who nodded at me, I bowed down to the table and stumbled unexpectedly.

I'm really tired. That and this is because of that Richter. I figured I'd have to consider fundamental measures.

As I dived into the ocean of thought in agony for my lack of physical strength and exercise, I missed out on Rex and Crest having a friendly conversation for some reason. Without knowing I would regret it immensely.

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"Hmm, something like this, maybe?

I had 'Chris' standing in the kitchen with final confirmation. Rex requested meat dishes, but would this be enough? Rex eats a surprising amount every once in a while, so this one I prepare is harassing. We were talking about being hungry today, and I tried to prepare nearly three servings. They'll probably finish eating, though.

If you look outside, the sun will set. I was a little worried about Rex not coming back yet.

Master Crest is returning to the inn. When I first arrived in this town, he said he had kept the inn in advance or something. The fact that the bulk of my luggage is there also means that I'm surprisingly used to traveling. Sometimes you'll leave the King's Capital on duty as a knight, so I guess it's the knowledge you need.

The inn, Rex, who had never used it, ate it there after me and Master Crest came home from the town's face, Mr. Gain. Lex said to Master Crest that he was going to the inn, "That's why I want to look inside." I think it would be amazing if Rex could be that friendly in just one day. The other guy is the Crest. Let's ask later if you're noticing the movement of Master Crest's expression.

"Even at Mr. Gain's, he was a little freaked out by his wife."

I chuckled, remembering when I went to say hello leaving town.

Mr. Gain was briefed on Master Crest as a knight who is now taking care of him in the King's Capital. For once, I told her that I was a woman, but when I told her that I was her fiancée or the details, she was going to be kind of long and broken. Master Crest seemed dissatisfied, but I tried my best to get through there.

I will give up the store in the form of letting 'Chris' follow Rex in the future, so I talked to him about wanting him to help me if anything happened, and if things got out of hand, if he contacted the Bartov Chamber of Commerce, he could rush. It seems that the Bartove Chamber of Commerce is continuing to take care of something after coming to town by pottery, so is it easy to contact them?

And well, I told Mr. Gain all the things I wanted to tell him, and I was surprised that Mr. Crest opened his mouth until then, when he remained silent.

"Richter, I'd like to talk to you about the man at the barn."

Mr. Gain had also heard Richter's name many times in the form of a complaint, so I looked at him again, wondering what it was.

"I heard that the man was immersed in a drugstore even though he didn't have much use for it. You think it's too persistent and time is being cut off for the formulation of drugs and the development of the new glaze Yuyaku? While not seriously disrupting business, we think we need to take action."

If that were the case, Mr. Gain would have flushed it because of his frequent complaints.

"You sound like a very prodigal son to me. 'Nicole' would be worried about that, too. The title of the Knights in the far away Wang capital may not be a threat, but I think I will send a letter officially to him and his parents. Isn't it better than doing nothing?

Mr. Gain turned his eyes round and blinked. I also looked up at the neighbor, Master Crest, and opened his mouth.

Pale, usual faceless, mouthless suggestion, but I never even thought of such a means. Above all, I can't believe Master Crest, who calls the position of Squadron Leader of the prestigious Knights "degree".

And that's all I thought about, and I came to the point of being myself, too.

"Surely Master Crest is right. I'll hang with Viscount Bartove when I get back to King's Capital, too. It should not be desirable for the Chamber of Commerce to have an impact on glaze development."

If you're going to convince that stepfather, you need to get all the ingredients together, but it should be totally better than Richter taking time.

When things got too big, Mr. Gain told me to drop off protesting via the Chamber of Commerce for now that the management system of the town might be suspect, so for now, Master Crest sent a letter of protest to the other side to see how things were going, but on the way home from Mr. Gain's house, Mr. Crest lifted the edge of his mouth slightly to me, admiring that he could not come up with such a means. It's a nagging thing, but I think I was able to hide it through Master Crest that made me a little thrilled with that smile. Probably.

Remembering that look, the heat came up on my face, and I took off my 'Chris' water work gloves and let them rest in the corner of the back room that I usually use for conditioning. For once, just look at the power source = diamond earrings in "Chris" and make sure you have enough magic residue.

Looking indoors, I touched around and said goodbye.

A wall of dried herbs hanging around. The bins lined up so that the ingredients of the medicine can be sealed are lined up on Mr. Trontan's shelf.... Mr. Trontan, it's because he's really clever. He said he would make what he wanted, but it was a motto. You just can't beat the annual wave that stops by, though your son's daughter-in-law was here the other day looking for a damp cloth.

Gatan, there was noise from the store. I guess Rex finally came home. It's about Rex, so I wonder if he was shaking and looking all over the inn. I hope I haven't caused too much trouble to Master Crest.

"Welcome home, Rex. How's the first inn I've ever seen... Huh?

When I opened my mouth with Pocan, I thought he had a silly look on his face.

Oh, I don't know why. Why is that?

"Rex is staying at the inn this evening. I thought it was the first time."

"Uh, and welcome home, Crest, dear?

As never before, Master Crest is afraid of releasing a flamboyant aura.

"I'll let you stay tonight. I can't wait to cook your handicrafts."

Uh, and that, I mean?

"You're alone, Marizia"

Finally, I exclaimed, realizing that Lex and Master Crest had conspired against me. Only in my heart.

Tonight, it was going to be a long night sometime.