How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Gattang

I opened the armor door "Nice to meet you" and incorporated the morning sun into the store.

Though there is warm sunshine in the spring, it is still chilly time, or there is not much crowd.

"Good morning, Mr. Trontan. Are you going to work?

"Good morning, Miss Marie. Earlier today."

"Mr. Trontan is the field from now on?

"Oh, I don't watch them every day, 'cause they get in a mood. No."

"The fields behind us are the same. Let's work together."

"Oh, honey, no"

Mr. Trontan is a grandfather with a large field.

The truth is that you can let your son inherit the aftermath and relax, but after all, he can't seem to change his years of habit, and this is how he goes out to the field every morning.

I just heard from Mr. Trontan's daughter-in-law the other day.

I opened the window all the way and stretched wide.

I didn't dream about it, the joy is great when I think I got a normal life.

As I carefully cleaned the store lined with dried herbs and bottles of medicine, I laughed bitterly when I found my face in the bottle.

Red brown hair and tinted eyes. Her skin was white and she looked like she was making it somewhere. But the skin is clean, but it doesn't mean it's beautiful. My eyes are too small and my nose is low.

Well, for "The Body of the Nice Thing," it's too much.

After cleaning the whole street, boil a simple mugi porridge with kamado. I thought I'd make some warm tea because it was cold, and I just boiled the water, and I picked up the knock.

"Yes, go ahead"

"I'll get in the way. Good morning."

It was Mr. Miltil who came to the store.

He shows his face almost every day since I was supposed to put out an herbal and medication store here.

"Good morning. Mr. Miltil. It was just fine. Would you like some breakfast with me?

"Right. Shall I have it again today? - Did you improve?

"As you told me, I don't think it tastes weird"

"Can't you taste it after all?

"Hmm. Sounds a little impossible"

Guided to the dining room at the back of the store, Mugi porridge, spoon and tea were lined up in front of Mr. Miltil.

I'll take it.

I sit across from Mr. Miltil.

"Yeah, well, isn't that okay?

"Good!

I put my hands together.

I was wondering if this would be all right when your brother arrived.

"Right. And then, well, it's your problem."

"Um, well, we'll figure it out by summer," he said.

"Looks like you've gotten used to it a long time," Mr. Miltil nods at me tilting his neck.

"Well, Mr. Dinner. I'm going to sell it, but do you want anything?

"So far, I'm fine. Please say hello to your brother when you leave. I'm fine today," he said.

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Miltil takes charge of his product and leaves the store.

I dropped her off at the store door, put on waterproof gloves and cleaned out the dishes, and she stopped moving.

But it was also for a moment, wearing waterproof gloves and changing sandals to boots, he went out into the small field behind the store, wearing a wide hat with his toe deep.

"Yeah, it's going well."

No one is listening, but speak up for now.

As I watched the fields planted with herbs and medicinal herbs, and from time to time, I was pounding out weed sprouts, I heard a cheerful voice from my neighbor.

"Good morning, Marie!

"Good morning, Lily. Thanks to you, we're growing well."

Lily, who lives next door, is routinely doing gymnastics in the morning. Are you about my age? You think gymnastics is also meant to keep a seductive body?

"You're still beautiful and sunny today. This is such a pleasant morning...... sorry"

"No, never mind. I like blue sky days, too."

Lily, who held her mouth in haste, waved at me with a patter, "Oh?" Take a deep breath.

"Marie's in trouble, too. I can't believe the sunlight makes my skin rough. Is your brother's research going on?

"Come on, what do you think? But you just have to be completely defensive when you're out there, and if you get used to it, you don't mind, do you?

"Oh, no! Marie, you have beautiful skin, your hips are soft, and you'll definitely feel better! Then the boys in town won't leave you alone!

No, you can leave me alone.

I can indulge in the inadvertent possibility of disputing it with a cold gaze.

"Oh, no, Mr. Lily, the customer told you that Hans, Aruzo, and the three other guys at the liquor store are taking the approach, right?

"It's not natural. I'm making it come alive!

I was wondering if your daughter, about her age, would prefer to be attacked by a young man and make it viable.

"Yeah, Mr. Lily can do it. Let's have some lemrose tea next time that's good for your skin."

"Oh, really? Thanks, Marie."

I wave my hand back into the house with a small wave back to Mr. Lily, who smiles.

In the meantime, should I talk to you about 'settings'?

I, 'Marie', when the snow completely melted, decided to open the shop in an empty house so well away from the town centre, as recommended by the town's leading man, Gain.

"Marie" was traveling with her brother Nicole. The pharmacist's brother was studying herbs as he traveled to 'Marie', who was born with weak skin and unable to expose his skin in the sun, wondering if he could manage to treat it.

Our brothers and sisters, who took care of Mr. Miltil's mountain cabin last winter, were, of course, going somewhere else in the spring.

It is Mr. Gain's invitation there.

"Marie" was to set up a shop in town to sell her brother's conditioned medicine in place of her much-familiar brother Nicole. My brother still takes care of Mr. Miltil and spends his time researching medicinal herbs and formulating the medicines he ordered.

Weak skin 'Marie' always covers her body with gloves, long sleeves and trousers and wears a hat deep when she goes outside. He also tells Mr. Gain, his neighbor and others that 'Marie' 's hair is a rash that has completely fallen out of her body hair due to illness.

Once the research was separated, my brother also planned to rendezvous and settle down in this store….

That is the 'setting' in this town.

If the truth is, well, if you say so, 'Marie' in the store is a remotely manipulated doll.

This is the measure that came to mind by Mr. Miltil's casual statement that I should be alone.

Under Mr. Miltil's strict guidance, 'Marie' 's body, made up of over a hundred parts, is ceramic with my hair embedded in it. Reinforcement formations are carved to avoid accidental cracking, but just in case, spares are already available. Now I lie here under the floor, and every day, I use two 'maries' alternately.

Once every five days, coming down from the mountain hut, my main body hides my eyes with a blush forehead and is dressed in a man's outfit. Let's just put on some more thick bottom boots.

I don't want to expose myself to the public as much as possible, but I can't help but magic into the diamond earrings that are a regular source of remote operation power. Anyway, if the surgeon is nearby, if he's far away, he can't do the same with the magic supply. We'll have to use the gems that built up the magic.

It imparts far-sighted magic to both eye amethysts, amazingly carving formations for picking up sounds, simple vocal cords, and various other formations necessary for manipulation into the back of each piece of ceramic. Even magic consumption is considerable.

By the way, my brother Nicole, who hates people, doesn't have a fierce person to talk to about how different he looks. Well, even if they talk to me, I'll ignore them. You'll find out when you speak up though.

Although I was not anxious to see such a stranger (set) sibling as the town sees it, I don't know if it was by the customer service of a handsome sister or by a cheap medicine that works well, but generally the neighborhood got along well.

Concon

"Yes!"

I return from my thoughts.

It was our regular Perla who showed up at the entrance to the store.

"Marie. Is there any medicine in there that I ordered?

"Yes, I've been expecting you"

Customers at the store call me Marie for some reason. No, I don't like it that much, but sometimes when they call me "chan" by the little daughter of a guest who comes with a parent or child, I get a little moist.

I took the wrap out of the back of the shelf and arranged it on the counter.

"This is the usual medicine, one packet at a time each morning. And this one is painkiller. When the pain is severe, drink it with Sayu, a white water. You can't drink more than twice a day."

Mr. Perla is a mother with three sons, and each of your sons is old enough to try to have a seat. He not only recently experienced severe temperature fluctuations due to menopause disorders, but also severe menstrual cramps.

"Thank you, Marie. Yes, this, the price."

"Yes, thank you. What's wrong with Perla's right leg?

I was about to leave the store, and I called her off in a hurry. Something's wrong with the way you walk.

"Oh, this? No, I fell a little last night."

"Does it still hurt?

"Yeah, I saw it in the morning and it was a little swollen. But it'll heal soon."

"No, wait, I'm going to get a damp cloth out now. I'll serve you!

I took out a square cut cloth and a small bump when I let Mr. Perla sit in a small chair near the entrance.

"It smells a little strong, but I don't think it bothers me that much because it's a leg"

Excuse me, I put on waterproof gloves. When I applied the loose green ointment "What is this" to the cloth, I applied it to Perla's feet. Fix there gently with a bandage.

"Take it off at night, even when you take a bath"

"Well, well, Marie. Thank you so much."

"No, because I always take care of you!

With a grin, I sent a regular out of the store this time.

I spent more than a month setting up a store, paying attention to every move, but now it's easy to change my expression according to the occasion.

Remove the water-repellent gloves and stare at the thin gloves of the cloth you were wearing underneath. The joints of the body move as intended by pinching the sphere between the part and the part. But you can't expose it to people. It's a "weak skin" setting for that.

Even with such an infirmity, I was free at no time.

Even over my own puppet, because I live as I am, without worrying about someone's eyes, without being threatened.

Interact with a variety of people in town and enjoy casual conversations.

- Of course, there's no way I can tell you the truth other than Mr. Miltil.

Somewhere in my heart, I slightly choked.