How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Father!

It was a five-year-old girl who came running over to me, waving at me big. He rocks his dark hair tied to both sides, twinkles his new green eyes, and stares straight at me.

"Welcome home, Father! Good job on your job!

"Oh, I'm home."

but I held the girl up with both hands as she clung to her feet.

The amazing, expensive, shaggy girl is delighted with a full smile. That look loosens my mouth too.

"Welcome home, Master Crest"

It was my only Marizia who came walking behind the girl. The thick black hair is knitted and tied together, while the flaky hair flows through only one muscle.

Second, I noticed there was a boy clinging to the hem of that dress. Is it about three years old? Fluffy blonde hair is gently caressed by Marizia's delicate hands. But I didn't feel strange and jealous.

"Father, listen! She cried to her mother again!

"Hey Sama! Hey, because you say 'Rifuji'!

"Look, 'Rifuji' is a childless word! 'Cause I read all the books!

The older brothers beat me, and the boy who moisturizes my eyes, was kind of like me once.

But although it must be a very memorable structure, it's not what I know as shady or humid.

"Master Crest is frightened. Both of you, that's about it."

Yes, Mother.

"... Yes"

It was something I didn't know about, like a fight that my mother would put away.

I couldn't ask anyone for help, begged my father for help, but I just ran away and even chose to give up and endure and ignore it.

My chest hurts.

When I think back then, I always feel the ice cubes behind my chest. It's ice that never melts. Even though I'm the only one who has chosen to freeze my emotions, I feel itchy about it now.

"Master Crest?

When I realized it, Marie looked up at me worried.

"What's wrong? I don't know, I think I'm gonna cry-"

Her fingers touch my cheek.

"Mother, where is it? It's not like your father's gonna cry!

"That's right. It's like always, isn't it?

The voice you can hear from below is the boy and girl who were in a fight until earlier. There's no vicious atmosphere there, and Kellogg and I are looking up to each other.

"Marizia"

I wrapped her hand around the top, stroking her own cheek.

"Yes, Master Crest"

The amethyst's eyes, staring straight at me, are trying to take my emotions unchanged.

Oh, my God, I...

- I'm a happy man.

Marie's cherry blossom lips tremble slightly and her white skin twitches and stains red.

"Ku, Crest, dear?

"Mother, bright red"

"Face, make-believe"

Freshly done, Marizia's eyes moisten. But I'm not trying to distract you from me.

"Lady, my boy, I'm going back to your mansion."

"Huh?"

"Huh?

You were watching us, Maid - Isabetta pulled the hands of the two children, and although they resisted, at the end of the day they literally retrieved them.

"Marizia?"

"Well, Master Crest..."

I stretched out my arm and pulled Marizia in and locked her in my arm.

"Marie. When I was a kid, I thought it was something I'd never get."

"... what is it?

"Such happiness."

I dropped my lips gently on her forehead looking up strangely. I can't wait to see you take it like it tickles.

"Marizia. My prayers. You made me happy."

"Dear Crest..."

You guessed with my gaze, Marie closes her eyes as she looks up at me.

It is joy to feel on soft, overlapping lips. It seemed to blow happiness through her lips, and I changed angles and mouthed over and over again.

"Marizia"

Slowly opened, those purple and dark eyes are just slightly moisturized and the dyed cheeks are adorable even if they are teasing.

Marizia's poor lips, who smiled as if they were haunted, call my name. I blocked her lips again so as to trap the sound forever.

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It was at that moment that I woke up.

Though in my dreams, I never felt that happy. It's a shame it's really a dream.

The flame of the oil lamp on the table was fading. Is it still far in the morning, or no light to plug in from beyond the curtain?

If earlier dreams are light, this is definitely in the dark. Ice cubes in the back of the chest complain of shivers and weights.

"Mm-hmm..."

So I noticed a moving presence in my arms. I really disappeared from my consciousness about the ice cubes.

Nothing else, Marizia, has given me happiness even in my dreams. Is she dreaming too?

"Marizia"

Dropping her name as she whispers, her mouth makes a smile whether the plundered voice has arrived. To that appearance, the warm things lit on my chest even melt the ice cubes.

I'm still engaged, but since that trip, I've occasionally offered to accompany myself. It was also the day I remembered my family as I had tried, or the day I had trouble with the Knights.

Marizia is probably perceiving me as weak. Just think so, do you feel happy this self is stupid or...

I gently paid for the brunette on her face. The glossy silk thread felt comfortable and I felt like stroking her, but I shouldn't wake her up.

But Marizia rubbed her face against my chest as if to mock me like that. Whenever exhalation strokes my chest, it stirs up my inferiority.

How far do I care about my patience?

Still, if you say that such a happy future awaits you before you endure this.

"I love you. My Marizia."

Let's just call your name, my dear, not a word of prayer.