How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Eh, Master Crest, I don't know if it suits your mouth..."

"Say what, Marizia. There's no way your cooking isn't delicious."

As always, I almost accidentally laughed bitterly at the compliments I didn't feel complimented. Well, at lunch yesterday, you praised me (probably) for not knowing I cooked it, so you should be confident. Probably.

Because of this, I'll open a bottle of sweet fruit liquor that my neighbor gave me a hemming. It's the hemming of the contribution of the three men in the example liquor store, so it tastes like it's for women, but it's just too early for Rex.

Pour it into Mr. Miltil's ceramic white goblet and the light, peach-colored surface will shake, giving it a fluffy and sweet aroma.

"I'll have it."

"... oh, I'll have it"

Master Crest, sitting across the street, gave me a proper pre-meal greeting, as if I were a little confused. Speaking of which, it's probably the first time we've eaten alone.... Uh, except when I was helplessly weak. That's not a decent meal, so let's not count.

"If it's not enough, uh, bread and pickles can serve extra, right?

"No, enough"

Look at the look on Mr. Crest's face with the stewed rice balls in his mouth. That's a strong flavor of mountain vegetables, so some people don't like that flavor. I like Rex, so I followed him out, but...

"Huh!"

I almost removed the fork by accident.

"Marie?"

"Nothing"

Honestly, I think it's against the rules.

It would be ridiculous to doubt a compliment if you could loosen your cheek like that as soon as you bit it.

"Oh, this sprouts salad is delicious when you put this dressing on just before you eat it. Please put this sauce on this sticky vegetable."

Enough. Let's reopen.

I don't see the opportunity for you to eat your own cooking. I don't think so, so let's be fully indulged.

"... Marie?

"Yes."

I soaked a large bite of chopped chicken in herbal liquid, then magically added a fine vibration to it to penetrate the flavor, wrapped it in a large leaf and steamed, well, Master Crest, who mouthed my specialty dish, stared at this one with a serious face for some reason.

"Yesterday's venison, too, is that your handicraft?

How do you know that?

I unconsciously rubbed my goosebumps on my arm. Sure, I tried to shorten my time with a fine vibrating magic formation just like that venison, but Master Crest can't possibly even know that.

"Well, yeah, but didn't it fit your mouth?

"No, it's delicious on top of this. than any dish I've ever eaten."

"Ho, that's too much praise. It's normal home-cooked food, isn't it?

"- Marizia. If only you could, I'd like you to make it again."

"... eh, right. I'll even ask Chef Fennel."

"Oh, I'll tell you what, too."

Oh, I need to make sure I apologize to the chef. I'm sorry for walking into the workplace.

In the end, that's what I should say about men, the dinner I made more of was beautifully finished. The Knights are a body moving job, and I'm sure they eat a lot.

"Dear Crest, did you eat enough?

"Oh, I let you indulge. Your hand cooking fills my chest."

What about the stomach?

Doubts have come to mind, but I've decided to keep silent there already. Too much tiredness in the morning and I want to leave a lot more thrown.

"Running down the mountain road, Master Crest is tired, isn't he? Behind your door is the bedroom, so..."

I led him through soaking dishes in a bucket of water, and somehow he stood behind me.

"Marizia"

Shit.

A cold sweat runs down my spine.

Lower than usual voice. I just think that even calling a full name without shrinking it as "Marie" represents that mood.

"Wow, I'll go to bed as soon as I'm done cleaning up, too."

"Marizia"

What should I do? I don't want to turn around.

But it's better to leave it like this, I'm sure it'll turn out scarier.

I wiped my hands gently with an apron and looked back at each body.

I've been very concerned about crime prevention since I was supposed to live here with Rex and two women. Always wrapped in bandanas embroidered with formations of physical strengthening on their arms, and in their pockets they sneak handkerchiefs embroidered with comatose sorcery formations.

It's okay. I told myself.

"I don't know, crest, ma..."

I should have been prepared, but the end of the phrase became unnaturally small. That's right, Dear 'Ice Prince', carrying Blizzard, I can't even tell you a joke.

The face was revealed with great anger. To be honest, I want to run.

Marizia, I need to ask you something.

"Yes, sir."

My throat is crunchy. I wonder where the hell the moisture from the fruit liquor I just drank disappeared.

"Why did you leave without telling me anything?

"Well, that 's-- but I, uh, wrote you a letter."

"I don't suppose the plans for the trip were made overnight? There should have been as much timing to tell me directly."

That, to put it directly, is nothing more than because I thought I could stop it.

I'm sure that's why Mr. Hull didn't say anything to Master Crest.

I was just wondering if I could say that directly to Master Crest, who's angry in front of me.

"Marie?"

Emerald eyes staring at me shine a demonic glow. That hand strokes my cheek. Are you out of your mind that your hard palm slowly scrapes your right cheek and strokes you like a sledge and love, but that hand feels cold?

"Marizia......"

Calling his name, his hand goes down and falls on his neck. I'm sure Master Crest has noticed how hard the heart is pulsating. But the moment his hand felt his thumb move down my throat, my barometer of fear shook out.

"Huh!"

It brings back memories of being strangled and about to crush my throat. My survival instincts worked correctly in the crisis of life, and if I realized it, I would have waved away Master Crest's hand.

"… the throat is the steep point of the human body"

"Right."

"I don't really want people touching places like that"

"Right. - So?"

I told him why I shoved my fear and killed him and waved away, but Master Crest didn't let me deceive him.

"Why did you leave without telling me anything?

……

What should I do? Master Crest's anger doesn't get stylish while keeping his faceless expression.

"Marizia. You see my despair when I come back? When you realized you were gone again, my..."

I'm really sorry about that. But creating a spare for 'Chris' or handing it over to Rex was necessary. Besides, what inspired you in the first place...

"Marizia"

Did you find out that your gaze swam unnaturally, or the aura released by Mr. Crest lowers the room temperature once more?

"And don't worry, the letter explaining the situation, the travel plan, it's a daily report."

This is the end of the story, and all the while, I changed my shape and tried to wash the dishes.

From there, I remember him grabbing my arm a lot and being pulled. Guru, his vision turned and he felt centrifugal force.

The next impact I felt lightly on my back. The feeling of being grabbed by a hand that tried to protect itself reflexively.

"Marizia, answer my question."

Not long ago, I was sewn up on a wall. Both wrists are restrained with Master Crest's one hand over his head. Master Crest's knee entered between his legs so as to escape, and he cannot move.

"Or has my voice not reached this adorable ear?

When I thought a low voice poured into my ear, I was bitten in the earlobes. As hard as I think that's going to cut a thousand bites.

"Cre-"

"Marizia. Let me ask you why"

The only sight that seeps into the pain is Crest's shoulder mouth and golden hair. But the only thing that made me angry at you at all times was that I was full of myself.

"... because, Master Crest, I disagree,"

"It would be obvious. I'm not allowed to go outside the mansion alone."

"That, but I needed it, duh."

Yes. I needed it.

Don't worry, to be next to Master Crest. To lighten the heart I left in Deventio.

Answering with pain and fear, Master Crest, who had a face in his ear, changed his posture only slightly. It takes the form of facing straight from the front of me.

I don't know what to explain the emotions that sprung up the moment I saw that face. However, before I thought about it, my body was moving.

"Marizia......?

I pick up with my ears the bewildered Crest whining about where my anger flew as far as I had just.

I moved my torso just a little bit and licked Master Crest's right cheek. My mouth is just a little moist. I felt the eyes of Master Crest stained red touching my right cheek. I'm surprised at myself for thinking this guy is cute like that.

"Dear Crest, let's talk properly"

Again, I rode myself out and now licked my left cheek.

Maybe you don't realize you were in tears, this guy.

At last he released my wrist and was completely out of Master Crest's eyes holding his mouth.

◇ ◆ ◇

My ear hurts.

I'm not getting a sermon, it looks like I was seriously bleeding. Dear Crest, it's too chewy.

In the wake of Master Crest's icy anger, I finally realized that we had too little faith in each other.

I thought Master Crest didn't approve of my freedom of action, and Master Crest didn't think it was weird when I ran away.

My fiancée said it wasn't supposed to be like this, and I suggested we discuss it, and that, well, I got it accepted.

What is it about sitting next to each other in bed and discussing it in close proximity? Makes me want to look far away. Besides, Master Crest's hands are spinning around his hips, further fuelling a sense of crisis.

No, let's try not to think about that right now. Discussion takes precedence. With physical strengthening and coma when I have a problem,... I hope I can manage.

"Master Crest is against me going out on my own, isn't he?

"Of course."

It was a clear question for the answer, but when it is answered instantly on a straight ball, my temper shrivels. No, we're going to get to the bottom of this. Let's get our minds together.

"Does that mean, in view of your safety?

"... there's that too"

"Should I put on an escort?

"Who are you taking?"

"Uh, would you ask your father-in-law to introduce you to someone you trust?"

Rejected.

Um, the walls are high. I guess I was right to sneak out on the letter alone, only this time.

"Dear Crest, if you were to reject the proposal so much, what reaction would you have had if I had said I wanted to come here because I wanted to make a spare for 'Chris'?

"... you won't need it in the first place"

"Required"

"Why? What do we do with more of what we already have?"

When they say "I don't understand" pale, it kind of makes me nervous that my thoughts are wrong. But if you run away here, nothing will change. One by one, we need to understand each other's thoughts and walk away. I'm sure.

"Because I would have trouble if 'Chris' had any kind of glitch. Because I have a supervisory responsibility when I take an apprentice. By making a spare, you can sneak up on the steeple, just in case something happens to 'Chris'"

"Didn't you have a choice to let go of this drugstore in the first place"

"There isn't. Whatever the circumstances, I'm the one who decided to run a pharmacy in this town. In this town where there were no doctors or pharmacists, and given how much that meant, I can't imagine folding a store even though I could go on."

"Marizia. You're too kind"

Master Crest strokes my cheek gently. I've crushed the mame so many times, I like this stiff feeling. Because I know that is a testament to Master Crest's efforts.

"That's too much to buy. I choose the right person to be nice to."

To those who have been kind to me, I am giving them back their kindness properly. On the contrary, you must not have pity on the enemy. At the moment, the merchant who came to this drugstore for a blue glaze has no idea whether to be imprisoned or imprisoned.

"Besides, that's not the only reason I put 'Chris' here."

I gently attached my hand to the hand of Master Crest touching my cheek.

"It's convenient at the foot of a mountain full of ore to continue trading through the Bartove Chamber of Commerce."

"Marie, I've already fulfilled my brother-in-law against the Viscounts"

"No. To make money."

"You won't be interested in dresses or gems. And if there's anything you want..."

"Dear Crest"

That's not what I meant, I shook my head small. I'm telling you this story, honestly, though I'm still lost, but when I think about the future, I need to talk about it properly.

I put a lot of effort into my stomach so I could shake off my hesitations.

"Master Crest is going to be cut off from the Count's sooner or later, isn't he?

"- Is that a cull? Marizia. Even if it's your favor, it's"

"I don't disagree. But I don't want to leave you, Mr. Hull."

"... who asked"

The tone of Master Crest's voice drops a step lower. But compared to earlier, I can still stand it. It's all right.

"Excuse me. When I officially decided to get engaged, Mr. Hurl asked me to tell you.... all the time, it was strange. He said you could live so well with the help of the Knights."

From Master Crest's mouth, I heard a noise called Giri. I'm sure it was something you didn't want me to know. Still, I wanted to know.

"I heard the money was out of the Count's house. Even if he was promoted to Squadron Leader, he said he could only hire about two servants on that salary. - Dear Crest. I'm sorry. I don't want to break up with Mr. Hull and the others."

I stood in front of Master Crest, waving off my hands spinning on my hips and cheeks and gaining momentum. The schematic, Dear Crest, that I'm going to look up to, is kind of fresh, and it just kind of makes me look familiar.

"So I make money, too. Well, I know it's not that easy to talk about, but for a while there's also proceeds from Luge Diamant and Glaze, and while we're connected by that, we're new again -"

In the middle of the conversation, Master Crest nodded around my stomach, turning his arms and hugging me. My mouth seems kind of loose in a rare situation where I can look down at the golden tweezers. But I'm serious, so patience, patience.

"Damn, I don't like it."

"That's not true. It's the... couple, isn't it?

Ugh, this word, I'm ashamed to say it in my mouth.

A couple. A couple with Master Crest.

"Marizia"

Master Crest releases his body just a little and looks up at me. What should I do? I realized Master Crest's boss was adorable. No, he said he was cute about older guys, no, but it's kind of fresh.

"What do you want to do about me?

"What,... eh?

"Even though I can't give you any more love, you just say one thing after another to please me. So, what am I supposed to do?

Ugh, I kind of feel like Master Crest's eyes are feverish. Kind of scary. But...... glad.

I can see my cheeks gradually turning red, just like Master Crest's fever was infected. I couldn't stand a straight eye, and I wanted to hit the run.

"Master Crest, I'd like to go outside the mansion."

"Marie, it's -"

"The maid of the Viscount told me that the hill west of Wang Du had a great view for a picnic with snacks. So, the,"

Wow, what can I say?

Why don't you come with me?

Do you want me to make snacks?

Could you please take me?

If I thought I was going to go around doing that, Master Crest stood up, tickling, and laughing. He holds my hips half a step back so I don't bump into him. Master Crest, who looked down at me from the top as it was, was uncommonly full of joy.

"Marizia, let me tell you something. - Why don't you come with me to that hill?"

"Huh! Yes, lunch boxes, you make them!

The mouth of Master Crest is dropped on my forehead, which nodded with momentum.

"Marizia. Let me say it again"

Suddenly, Master Crest fell on his knees.

Huh? Why?

They take my hand and send a mouthful to its back.

"Will you be my wife? Marizia Christianine"

I wonder what the intention was to fulfill when I was told at Mr. Carl's by his last name before he was adopted.

But that was a minor problem.

"Yes. My pleasure. Dear Crest Arge,"

Anyway, returning the answer to this proposal is a top priority.