How to Escape from an Implacable Man

14. Son-in-law War/Again

"... there was a time. Master."

"Hmm, that's an interesting example."

At a snack shop in Waldstow, I was sitting across the street talking to my teacher.

Master Crest, who sat next to me, is still turning his hand around my waist.

"Marizia. It's nothing special, is it? I just found Marizia's dishes delicious."

"But Master Crest. I wonder if there's a reason."

Since then, I have decided to stop giving up on Master Crest as much as possible. I tried to pin my appetite for exclusivity and all that behavior on me as much as possible. Furthermore, I strive to speak my thoughts properly in order to make Master Crest aware of my opinions.

Everything is for mutual understanding.

Master Crest surrounds me because he is somewhere anxious to escape again, and if I can alleviate that, the range of my actions should widen.... I'm sure.

So I am asking my teacher when I come home to greet me about the question I discovered during this trip: "For some reason, I know what I cooked."

"Not only Marie herself, but what 'Chris' made, I suppose, discriminates in the same way? Isn't that a coincidence?

"But even when I lived in Teventio as' Nicole ', I reacted to' Chris'. Don't you think there's something there?

Yes, it is.

Honestly, I thought it was crazy.

I think there's definitely something wrong with reacting to 'Chris' that doesn't even look like me, reacting to the dishes I or 'Chris' made. However, since the verification is not successful, I wondered if the teacher could give me a hint when I greeted him.

Nothing, as soon as I met him, Master Crest and your teacher released a disturbing air, I'm not bringing up this topic. I don't even think Ike left a message, you ran away.

This is part of my appeal that my passion for witchcraft can sometimes be directed at Master Crest.

"Hmm. Normally, they would end up saying," The business of letting love go. "Marie can be questioned properly, so the place is really for magicians."

I found strength in Master Crest's arms in your words. My fingers are touching my flanks through my hips, so I feel a little awkward, but I'm also hesitant to shake them off, so I gently add my hand to that fingertip.

You shouldn't have seen it in the shadow of the table, but now your master creased at the root of your brow.

"Marie?"

"Yes."

"I made a little hypothesis, so let's test it. - You were looking for ingredients in the mountains, weren't you? Let it out."

"Huh? Uh..."

I pulled out the bag I had left under the table and took out the small cloth bag. There are no shards of cuteness, but a sturdy piece of cloth stitches the handle. I don't really want to expose myself to the eyes of Mr. Crest because it is the number one practicality.

"Is this it?

When I put it on the table, then, and what I was putting inside rubs together to make a noise.

"Yes, yes. Could you spread it out on your desk for a second and show it to Marie's neighbor?

"Ugh, won't it annoy the store people?

"Well, don't worry, I'll blindfold you"

The master shrugged something small in his mouth as he waved towards the store. It would be nice to activate magic with one spell, but I can't help but imitate it because I'm not suitable for exercising magic.

Remove another black cloth from the bag and spread the contents of the bag over it. I haven't been able to sort it out properly yet, and I just washed it all, so I'd just see a bunch of gotten pebbles coming out of the look. Exactly, it's a level of hesitation to expand in a restaurant.

"Marizia, what's this?

"Marie, don't answer me yet. - Crest Arge. Is there anything in this that you like?

When I saw Master Crest's new green eyes narrowed in disgust, I hurriedly pulled the sleeve.

"Excuse me, Master Crest. But I want to know how you can tell who Crest is."

"... I have no choice"

You fixed my mood, Master Crest, staring at the stones lined up.

"Marie, you didn't calculate and say, did you?

"Master, what are you talking about?

Leaning his neck, he gave me a look like your master had drunk vinegar and spilled a small grunt. I thought I heard "natural" or "little devil," but it's empty ears, isn't it, Master?

While he was doing that, Master Crest was picking out two pebbles. That's...

"Oh, did I choose them after all? Then what's this?

Your master pinches the pebble. At that moment, I found your magic poured into the pebble.

Yes, it was the precious stones before polishing, the so-called gemstones, that I was picking up around your master's hut and near Mr. Miltil's mountain hut.

Besides, the two chosen by Master Crest are the ones I have infused with excess magic. From a dozen similar stones, it's no wonder, after all, how you can choose that with only two.

"... No, I don't think that's anything. I rather hate it."

"I see, you judge that much? - Marie, he's sensible. Sounds magical."

"Huh?"

I turned my eyes round and stared at Master Crest.

Without believing your words, I concentrate on my eyes and stare at Master Crest.

"Marizia. Don't stare at me so much"

"Wow, excuse me, Master Crest"

I turn to my teacher who sits across the street in a hurry. The teacher with a bitter laugh replied, "You can't tell just by looking at it."

"Nothing, I didn't say he had magic. But it looks like you can smell the magic. Maybe Marie's magic made her talent blossom, but if she trains, she'll use it enough."

"Is that true?

I will go out and check with your master. And the hand that came from next door pulled me back.

"Sensitive in a magical sense, what does that mean?

Once again, Crest's hand was served to me, when I sat down very gently. Is it a precaution so that you can't be too excited? I'm kind of sorry.

"I can detect magic sensitively. Not only does it have magic, but even its owners sniff it out 'somehow', so I guess it's a big deal, huh?

The Master explains to Master Crest that the stone he chose is my magical stone, and that his magic is cast on the stone he affirms he "hates".

"When you're feeling the magic of being rubbed by things...?

"If you develop that talent properly, it will also help your main cause, Commander Crest Arge Squadron?

……

That's weird. Am I the only one who feels thorny on every end, even though it's supposed to be a friendly conversation?

I couldn't stand the stinging, painful air and I put my mouth on a lukewarm herbal tea.

"But Master. As I feel magical, there's nothing magical about my cooking -"

"Marie, it's time to understand the strength of your magic and its effects properly,"

That, how can I be scolded?

"Would you have spilled it before? I was taught ceramics because of it, but I need to make one bowl satisfactorily."

Speaking of which, when I came home, I had spilled such stupidity.

Whether it's because of the mixing of hand sweats or because of the concentration, the magic pours in, the pottery I really make is magical. So I asked Mr. Miltil to make the pot to plant the herbs over and over again.

"That means cooking too? What shall we do, Master? You know, feed them magical dishes, their effect on their bodies..."

"I think that's okay. It's not intentional, it's insignificant."

Good. If it had an impact, I was originally worried about what to say to Rex, Miltil, and Holt, regardless of your magical teacher or Ike.

"Because of this, let's test it a little bit more"

"Huh? But not any more."

"As things stand, I guess we're a little short on trials. Because of that, why don't we call Ike?"

"Oh, but isn't Ike leaving a message?

"We don't have visitors in the den anyway, and we'll be fine."

The master squeaks when he waves gently. Hey, are you serious about calling me?

"I summoned you to the entrance to town, Marie, so could you pick me up for a minute?

"Did you already call it! Oh, but..."

When I saw Hiraki and Master Crest, I was snorted at what I was thinking.

Oh, what's this flow? No way son-in-law war/rematch......?

"Yes, I'm going, but you're really okay, aren't you?

"What do you have to worry about?

"That's right, Marie. Look, I think Ike's being meticulous, so I need to get you there fast."

"Hey, Master, are you kidding me with no explanation to Ike? - Shh, I'll be right back!

I left two people with a one-touch vibe and rushed to leave the store behind.

Ike was half crying when he stood up at the entrance to town, so I thought I'd have to preach to your teacher later.

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"I'm home now"

"That was faster than I thought."

"Marizia, I'm out of breath. Are you okay?"

When I left the store and the two people who seemed to make no difference, they called me out to each of them.

Yeah, nothing seems to change, I do. Doesn't it look like the store is empty enough?

"Huh, were you two even talking about something?

"Yeah, talk to the world."

"Well, that's a public tale."

What kind of public talk would other customers run away? Somewhere, I feel threatened by my sister-in-law...!

"Ike, do you have a minute?"

"Uh, yes."

Your master handed you some empty stones and is earringing Ike. Oh, well, I was talking about experimenting in the first place.

"Marie?"

"Yes."

Sitting next to Master Crest as I was pulled, I could for some reason turn my hand around my hips and spread the menu in front of me.

"You'd be thirsty, wouldn't you? Can I get you anything to drink?

"Oh, right. So, Ike's share is with us. - Uh-huh."

Mi, Mi, Mi ear! Why are you licking my ears?

"I'm sorry, does it still hurt?

"Yeah, it's okay, this much."

I hope you don't purely lick your ears rather than the wound that was bitten yesterday.

"I'm sorry, I need to order."

Master Crest called me, and I was just a little red-faced servant (eh, wasn't I threatening you?) approaches us with a sales smile.

After finishing the order for Ike, who finished his magic trick, your teacher got back to business.

"Well, I was wondering if you could confirm these five"

Of course, I can see in my eyes which one of them had Ike's magic done. Finally, let me tell you, there is also a mixture of my magic and your magic.

Given the flow, I guess it's natural to assume that any one of these places has Ike's magic on them. As you take it off, Master, you're really willing to verify it. If preconceptions trick you into choosing one that seems to belong to Ike, that means that Master Crest's magic detection skills are low, and if you break through everything, it's...

I caught a glimpse of Master Crest. Master Crest reached for a glimpse of the unwrought rolled stone.

"This is Marizia, this is yours, and the erasure method, but this is your apprentice's, right?

Mr. Crest, who picked out exactly three, surprised me. In particular, I can't believe you identified your magic without half as much as Ike.

"Um, unfortunately, I knew this was real"

"Huh? I understand Mr. Marie's, but is this your master?... Oh, really."

Ike, pointing out and staring at him, finally confirmed, was gently rubbed by the next master.

"Ike, you'll have a special training session later."

"Yea..."

It's an iterative Ike, but I can't help but have special training. Your master was never gentle, and Crest, who was not a magician, could not discern what he had identified.

"In Wangdu, there would be some noisy cases of magic, wouldn't there? If you feed your eyes properly, you'll be able to see magicians disguised as ordinary people and traps made of these stones."

"- Are there people with these qualities, even without magic?

"Come on? I've never seen it before."

From the master who shrugged his shoulder and showed him, when he shifted his gaze next to him, Crest's eyes lay low as he thought of something.

"Master Crest?

"No, because I'm not good enough for practical use alone. We're going to need to get help from the association via the head of the regiment."

"... I'll work with you, too"

"- Ah."

Bright, shining blue balls eyes stare at this one with depth. During yesterday's discussion, Mr. Crest also had the temper to go further up.

"Master, I can't wait to sit in front of these two."

"Ike, I guess I should just interrupt a little bit."

"No, Master! He said he'd kill me."

"It's okay, if it's not instant death, I'll do something for you"

"Master ~"

I can hear that conversation and my cheeks lit up and turned bright red because... I want to forget about it already.