How to Escape from an Implacable Man

My serving Count Algiers is a very loving wife. You were married as soon as I was hired as a maid of honor, but it was already as poisonous as I thought it would be. At the time, even from my eyes, when I was already married and had two children, I was hot enough to convince myself that a young maid would have dreams about marriage.

Not so much, and a second boy, who was given a stepchild and would be its right arm, was also born safely. He looked a lot like his husband.

It just seemed like your wife couldn't give up on the woman's child.

A little, she looked very happy when she got pregnant at intervals, but unfortunately the third was also a man's child. However, if there was anything different from the two of you above, you had a beautiful face that looked a lot like your wife. Maybe that's where your wife's obsession with wishing for a girl came to fruition.

In the winter, when the third child might become two, his ill wife became an immortal traveler.

At that time, it was a matter of deep sorrow not only for all of your families, but also for all of your servants.

Time then faded the grief and your children grew up slowly.

The only thing that would have happened was that the last two children would have made themselves stronger than the last Crest.

It seems that Hurl, who has been in a position to bind servants since that time, has advised his husband many times, but his brother was persevering in making fun of him by trying to avoid people's eyes.

At first, he was a baffled, angry and crying Crest, but since sometime he started to sappily erase his emotions. Even though your brothers would hang around and do various harassments, they wouldn't move one eyebrow.

By the time it was ten, you could have a crest like a doll that didn't put your emotions on the table, connected to a beautiful wife. There was also a creepy avoidance among the servants against the Crest, who would not party like their brothers, but would do one silent reading or repeated workouts in the garden.

To Carl Bartove of the same year, who nevertheless treated me as a friend, I thank him from the bottom of my heart.

My husband, too, seems to have spared a crest who does not show a childish look, let alone chosen to push us, together with some of our servants, into a separate residence in the name of isolation from his brothers.

I, along with some servants who know the innocent Crest, headed by Hurl, have weeped.

The first time I met Master Marizia was when I was completely used to living in a separate residence as well.

"In the meantime, I saw a mage who showed a very interesting pastime at the residence of the Vindbona weather. I want to see the same thing again"

For the sake of wanting to see it, while questioning the lack of excitement there, Hal must have told her husband about that rare request of Master Crest. The mage was to be called to a party to celebrate Lord Crest's birthday.

Indeed, the aftermath that the magician showed was a great one. However, at the same time, I was just a little uncomfortable wondering if something like this was Crest's preference.

Later, to how I was heard from Hurl's mouth, I was convinced that my discomfort was not wrong.

Dear Marizia,

Somewhere with pitiful eyes, a beautiful girl with dark hair was what Master Crest really wanted.

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"Amalia. May I ask you to take care of that girl?"

Hurl told me for two months.

I was in a situation where I didn't know how many more times I had bowed my head to Marizia.

In the first few days, I even remembered being impressed by the humane expression of emotion that Master Crest had shown for the first time: "obsession".

But this is different.

I have been obliged to report all the words and deeds of this young girl, who has just turned twelve.

The other day, even when I reported that I was having a fun conversation with my young maid about the decorations like a daughter of my age, me and the young maid were reprimanded. Because the person Marizia enjoys having a conversation with must be Mr. Crest.

I was not allowed to speak one kind word to Marizia, who manages to tame the life of a separate mansion.

"Um, what kind of book does Amalia like?

"There was a beautiful little bird stopping in the garden. Will it come again today?"

"It's nice that I cut my hair and I'm light-headed, but I'm kind of soooo restless. Has Amalia always had that hair?

I can't even respond funny and strange to a girl who is confused but speaks to me the most.

Perhaps she figured something out, too.

"I got permission to start embroidering, but I wonder what pattern that guy would be happy with"

"Is there a book in this that is going to piss me off if I take it in my hand?

All I could bring was a story about Master Crest, which I was allowed to answer. There were also many times when I looked at the garden trees and the sky and thought about it.

There are no human beings in this apartment who can honor Master Crest. My husband, who lives in the main mansion, doesn't really show his face to the other mansion just because if he is well, he won't have a problem. Most importantly, Master Crest was too resourceful.

Marizia loves to read.

"Recently, embroidery has become a hobby."

"I am very at peace"

Only once, I heard you tell your husband so much about recent developments.

"Marizia is only allowed to read."

"Lately I finally got an escape route called embroidery"

"I'm very depressed"

Many times I thought that if I could report it directly to my husband, Hurl, the only servant that was allowed to do that, should have spoken of the weight of obsession with Master Marizia. But it seemed to have been favorably received that my youngest son, who, instead of being a courtier of the same year, could not see any shards of interest in others, had finally become concerned about someone.

When she disappeared neglectfully, I relieved myself somewhere as I laid eyes on Crest, who was disturbed and semi-frequent but spread his search hand.

You don't have to look at her lonely face, which is still a child.

By a sorcerer belonging to the association who examined the traces of her room, she was sure she would have gone back under the sorcerer herself, unlike Master Crest, who exasperated that the sorcerer had plundered her using his cowardly hands, even after it was found that the sorcery of the metastasis had been used.

Under that sky I was staring at, I guess I could have gone.

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In the end, after four years, Master Marizia was brought back.

The years that are never short for teenage boys and girls could not change the inner surface of Master Crest at all. Instead of being an accessory to someone named the Count's Three Men, he may have grown into a bad person by gaining an independent status as a knight.

In contrast, Master Marizia had the impression that she was much stronger and more adult than she was back then. He seems to be resisting Master Crest's restraints on his own.

As always, Crest, who was not interested in others and worried that his facial expressions might have degenerated, can only be seen moving slightly between his cheeks and brows against Marizia.

Please, this time it won't be like it was four years ago.

I was looking after her, hoping for that.

"Mr. Amalia. May I ask your opinion?

"Why not?"

To give to Master Crest, Marizia, who had stabbed the white chief with the Knights' crest, asked, it was time to try to deepen the fall as well.

"Can you keep that accessory on hand and be seen at any time, which I used to wear during the festivities you took me to?

I followed and looked sinister.

Because I know the amount of that jewelry that Master Crest bought. A superb diamond obtained not only by releasing the prize money when the Knight Apprentice won the martial arts tournament in which he participated, but also by releasing more than half of the wealth that Master Crest had earned and saved based on his brains and martial arts, such as the gratuity that transferred the idea of business to the merchant who became close to him during his search for Marizia. In case anything happens to that, I can't put it in a very careless place, given Master Crest's mental load.

"I'll ask Master Crest, honestly, I think it's difficult"

"... right"

Master Marizia must also know the value of that gem. I was nodding as I was convinced, rather than discouraged.

What amazed me was the dinner table that day.

"I heard you wanted to keep the ornament on hand."

Regarding the report from me, the question was posed to Marizia by Mr. Crest as to whether he had any idea.

"Yes, I haven't worn it since Thunder King's Festival, and at least I wish I was free to admire it."

"I thought you didn't like jewelry, but did you like it that much?

"Because you gave it to me, and the decorations were exquisite and stunning, I thought I might be able to photograph it on the embroidery."

……

"And I was hoping that I would remember that day happily."

I felt something painful in this line of Marizia. On the day of the festival, when she returned home looking very tired, she immediately dived into her bedroom.

The next morning, I woke up later than usual, and she prefaced, "Don't tell that guy," -

"I was afraid of the sight around me, but above all, I was afraid of the uncertainty of what he was doing."

That's how they whined.

Call that a "fun memory" or something!

Perhaps you are painting fear on the other side of oblivion and deceiving yourself that a rare outing was something you enjoyed.

But I was scratched off by the words of Marizia that went on, such as my surprise at this time.

"... right? It's so expensive. If you bring it up, you'll have trouble. If this were to happen, I wish you hadn't hesitated to buy the beautiful ribbon we were selling at the festival"

I'm terribly sorry, they squealed.

At the Thunder King Festival, there is a custom of giving Beloved Ribbons to one another in order to pray to Saul God not to cut off from his loved ones.

Saul, who couldn't stand people's migratory minds, God was distracted, and if that were the case, he had tried to cut off all the bonds of bond. People who feared the power of God said they were prepared to look at the color yarn and remember it in case the bond was truncated by tying yarns of the same color between loved ones, such as family and companions. That is the legend from which this custom came.

Most of all, it has now come to fruition in the whispering pleasures of lovers, not of family and companionship.

I mean, Master Marizia confessed that she wanted to have such a love affair.

Let's get this straight.

I, Marizia, hated Crest and didn't think she was sweet or anything.

Think commonsense.

They keep women who are not of noble origin on hand with restrictions and surveillance on their movements, both on the go and in conversation, even in the mansion.

Now it would be weirder to tell you to fall in love!

Was there anything enough at Thunder King's Festival to upside down your appreciation of Master Crest?

I'm curious.

From the day after that I tried to ask Master Marizia what had happened at the Thunder King's Festival.

But what should I ask?

I started working as a maid for over a decade. I am aware that my actions deviate from my duties, no matter what I think.

Still want to know! You won't be able to think that as a person.

"Hey, Mr. Amalia"

"Yes!

I was summoned by Master Marizia, who was supposed to have concentrated on embroidery, and I rushed to say a reply. Has He enlightened my heart?

"Don't you think it would be beautiful if you tried embroidering a coin pattern?

"Coins, is it?

"Yep.... Ah, but it is the king of the generations who has merit that is depicted on the coin, so will it be considered disrespectful?"

A little troubled I shrugged, and I thought of a currency I was used to every day.

"The table does have a portrait carved, but behind it are trees representing our country, such as laurels, and I wonder if it's not a problem"

"Copper coins in red tea yarn, silver coins... I don't know what to do. - Ah! If you stab a silver coin pattern with yellow thread, doesn't it look kind of like a gold coin and feel like a bargain?

I also get laughed at by Marizia, who laughs innocently all the time when she comes up with something good.

Before I was' protected 'by Master Crest, I used to serve in the dining room. Therefore, when I was brought up with this sense of common people, I also snorted vigorously.

Really, if it wasn't for Master Crest's excessive obsession, he would have been a normal person. At times like this, I feel guilty.

"Talk to Hurl and borrow a specimen coin."

"Really? Thank you, Mr. Amalia"

Master Marizia's grin spinning words of gratitude was truly heartfelt.

A few days later, after Lady Marizia was disappeared for a second time with that coin, I finally realized my mistake, too.

That one, after all, was asking for freedom.

I should have realized that I grew up to be a sixteen-year-old woman with quite a bit of social experience, rather than remaining a desirable twelve-year-old girl.

He said he became an adult who could deceive his surroundings for his own sake.