How to Escape from an Implacable Man

It was kind of heavy on my head.

When was the last time I slept in bed?

Slowly waking up, I saw Mr. Amalia near the door. It's Master Crest's day off duty, so I'm supposed to be with him all the time, but I wonder if we've crossed the date at some point?

Recently, I had a feeling that the feeling of the day was getting weird. Magic on the diamonds, go to sleep when you're tired. If you feel like it, read, listen to the public about Amalia and Isabetta, have them give you a massage, and go back to sleep.

(Humans, if you want to be corrupt, it's early...)

Even considering the composition of the new magic formation, there is no further development if it cannot be tried. In the end, he's staring in a corner of his head holding a bunch of stocks.

With a heavy head in his arms, he crawls out of bed and crumbles without force in his legs.

"Dear Marizia!

Amalia hastily held him up and supported him in walking to the couch. I'm really impudent that I can't do this behavior by myself anymore.

"How are you feeling? If it's fruit water, it's here."

I've been thirsty for a long time, so I decide to get some water.

The taste of sour lemon spread all over my mouth. Fall is getting deeper and cooler, but my body is strangely hot. My head is heavy, and did I catch a cold?

I just drank about half of the second cup I had poured, and, uh, I remembered the dream I had just had and it made me laugh naturally.

"Dear Marizia, Was it something fun?

"Yes, I was having a very pleasant dream. Mr. Edel is, uh, Carl's sister, and I was chatting with that Mr. Edel."

You don't know Mr. Edel, I tell Amalia with a subtle look how nice Mr. Edel is. For some reason I got an even more subtle look on my face. I don't know if you can sympathize with me if I let it go because I will be much younger for Amalia.

"That's right. You got a letter from Mr. Edel a long time ago, but you didn't reply, did you?... Hey, Amalia. If I shouldn't use my writing equipment, could Amalia write it on my behalf? Because I'll tell you what I want you to write to me."

Amalia, who smiled more than she had expected for some reason at my words, immediately called other servants to get in a position to make oral notes. I don't know, it's a great ride.

In the meantime, starting with an apology for the delay in responding, I was asked to write to you to tell you that I had dreamed of Mr. Edel, and to say a few words to celebrate his marriage. As for recent developments, I decided to discount them because I'm sure they would be stopped by Master Crest's censorship if I elaborated on them, and instead I decided to write my thoughts on the story I called before.

The book, titled "The Princess of Flowers and the Prince of Light," was a revelation that the princess, a romantic prince who had promised to marry from an early age, would help and have a happy ending to a man with two names: General Thunder Ring of the Enemy.

I'm sorry for Isabetta for recommending it to me as a royal road romance, but I was so sad to have trapped the princess in my hand and apologized to the princess over and over again for "forcing her to," "loving her," "looking at me," and that the General who begs for love doesn't hate me somewhere and eventually gets killed near himself, who falls back to the prince's side.

Of course, I was embarrassed to write in so much detail in the letter that I had it expressed to the extent that "for some reason, I felt only a little sympathy for the villain".

"I'm relieved that you seem to be feeling well for a long time"

Amalia smiles when she receives a note from me, who nodded at first reading what she had written.

"Yes, is it? My head is a little heavy, my body feels hot, and then I walk like I always do."

"Yep. But you're rapping more than usual."

"... maybe so. It's kind of refreshing."

"There you go."

I dropped my gaze on the necklace on my chest, wondering about Amalia staring at me with joy for some reason.

I can see my magic saving properly on the diamonds decorated at the top. Even though I was alternating with earrings, I wonder if I'm saving a little too much. Well, I know I'm gonna have to overdo the gem tolerance, but I've had a sense of over-concentration over the last few days. Yeah.

Until sometime his clear head stuck a no on his life since he was incarcerated in this room.

No, I can't.

The magician told you to keep thinking about what's important.

Repeat the trial and error toward the desired result.

Unfortunately, the "ideal result" for me right now isn't clear yet, but still, all I can do is do it right.

Concon

As if to water my resolve, the sound of a knock cuts off my thoughts.

It was Master Crest who showed up.

"Were you awake, Marie? How are you feeling?

"? Yes, except for the fact that my head is a little heavy and my body feels a little burning, which is normal"

In my reply, my eyes were slightly opened.

That, why are you surprised?

"She said she dreamed of having a nice chat with Viscount Edel Bartove, and she seemed to feel good about it. And a letter to the Viscount."

Oh, check the text in front of me. It feels a little bad. No, that's what I knew, that's fine.

He didn't have a problem with the content, and when he nodded small, he kicked Amalia out of "now we can make it". Could it be that a letter can't be sent out unless it's a fixed time?

"- What are you thinking?

Wow, sometime, they sat next to me. Close.

"Yeah, and the..."

I'm ashamed to ask you about exactly how to send out a letter, and I recall my earlier question. Outside the window is still far from bright in the evening.

"Uh, you're home a lot early today...?

"What are you saying? I'm off duty today."

"Are you still off duty today?

In my words, for some reason, Master Crest's hand was placed on my forehead. Hilarious and pleasant, while a knightly sword. I feel this solidity.

"You don't have a lot of heat. Are you sure you're all right? There's no more than a platoon leader, and there's very little going on in a row."

That. Then why wasn't Master Crest around? Even though we're together in a depressing way on an off-duty day.

"A troublesome guest was coming"

I see. For once, that's the main thing about this mansion, and even on an off-duty day, is that what happens? I heard good things. Let's hope there are good visitors.

When I was convinced, Master Crest's hand fell off his forehead. When I stared unwittingly and unfortunately, my eyes met with all the fresh green eyes that looked at this one. Shit, even though I'm totally used to it in prison, I forgot it's super/close range.

……

I want you to keep your hands on me a little more, there's no way I can say it, so I'll just sue you with my eyes.

Master Crest looked back at me seriously, trying to draw my will, and... hey, I turned to the window with my mouth down.

If I hold my mouth down with my hands, my cold hands will warm up, and I will turn to you to see if there is anything outside the window.

Blue skies as usual. Yellow colored garden tree leaves. Is there something on the doorstep that sounds like a "troublesome guest" going home?

I guess he was such a troublesome guest, and if I put my gaze back on him, he'd be staring at me again sometime.

"Marie"

"Yes."

"… allow embroidery"

For a moment, I didn't know what they said, and I thought, "Poof,"

"Drawings are permissive. Everything, including the circle, which is an important factor in the sorcery, shall be forbidden."

"Uh, is it okay if it's letters, flowers, birds, or...?

"Ah."

"Is it okay if it's a hand axe, a spear, or a double scale?

The hand axe is the tattoo of Uncle Algiers, the spear and the tattoo are the tattoo of the Knights, and both scales are the tattoo of Viscount Bartove. Unfortunately, both scales don't seem to work. He shook his head, revealing his displeasure.

"I'm glad. Thanks!

As always, restrictions on witchcraft seem severe, but this is a big step. 'Cause it widens the range of actions. If this is the case, I should have listened to my favorite motif in a letter to Mr. Edel. Well, there will be another timing for oral writing.

"So happy"

"Yes! 'Cause that's what I thought you couldn't give anything to celebrate your marriage to Mr. Edel. There are only a few things I can do, and embroidery would have improved a lot, wouldn't it?

"- Right."

Somehow Master Crest nodded with a subtle look. You understand better than I do, no, because you're the same woman, and I also felt like I'd managed to whine, but I didn't hear it all.

◇ ◆ ◇

I opened my eyes with patchouli.

Vision is utter darkness, and the only sound you can pick up is the sound of a bug from beyond that separated the walls. I try to move my arms and legs, but I don't feel them and I don't know if they're really moving.

I had no choice but to concentrate my nerves under my clavicle.

Finally get an idea of what's going on around you with the blurry lights. Surrounded by stone walls all the way up and down, 'here' gives the impression of being like the inside of a sarcophagus, in synergy with the bright lights.

(Connected!

I endured much more than I could bear and accidentally wanted to raise a shout of joy. At this rate...

"... Li -"

I can hear someone. No way, you found out I'm here?

"... Zuzia!

Such, because of the connection, the sweat flows in such a hurry that it burns.

What's shaking, the ground? Yucky, yucky and...

"Marizia!"

They called my name in my ear and my consciousness switched.

The face of Master Crest, with his rare agitation on his face, was right there. On the night table, candlestick candles make noises with jizz.

"Dear Crest...? What's the matter, sir?

"That's my line. Don't jump up all of a sudden and even answer my call.... What happened?

Cuiyu's eyes shoot me straight through. A voice so low and serious that it seemed to freeze struck his ear.

"What, a dream... were you dreaming?

Leaning his neck and returning to the question with a question, a deep sigh stroked my cheek.

"Don't make me worry any more. What were you dreaming about?

Do you even try to grasp your dreams when you're sleeping, you?

"Uh, it's kind of narrow and dark, trapped like a coffin..."

When I brought it in, I was hugged all the time for some reason.

"Even in your dreams, call me. I'm going to help."

Can you, like, do that?

I unintentionally wanted to put my doubts to the mouth, but I decided not to ask because I could really do it.

"I seem to have woken you up, and I'm sorry. Um, you're gonna go back to sleep."

I'll tell you what, he didn't seem willing to let me out of his arms for some reason.

I lay myself down again and closed my eyes, wrapped in heavy and warm arms with no choice.

Focus your consciousness slowly.

What matters in witchcraft is the image.

I went through an elaborate weave of images to reconnect.

And sometimes for the second time, I was able to grasp that feeling smoothly.

Again in the sarcophagus, I move my head to make sure that there are five study notes piled right next to me, lifting my neck just a little to reassure myself that there is a skin bag with a whisker at my feet.

I don't have much time.

I moved my mouth, making sure there was no noise from people. Concentrated his consciousness precisely on the formation carved in the back of his throat.

"Open it, Sesame."

The ceiling opened thoroughly, and beams and roofs made of wood were seen snugly in the dark.

I miss the familiar intervals, but waste my time moving.

Fill your backpack with research notes and whiskers, and when you change into small, beautiful clothes, wrap your hooded coat around it so that it completely covers your red-brown hair from above.

Stuff your feet in thick socks into sturdy boots and wear thin gloves from above plus leather gloves.

Just in case, when I checked my appearance with a low-quality blurry mirror, I knew but a little bit.

What I'm turning on right now is the upper chest part of Marie. You don't need to carve in complicated sorcery formations because this is a part you don't need to move. However, without wasting a relatively large area, we planted a magic formation instead of lights.

With his chest glowing, when he checks his face, he's lightly horrified. No, I knew it.

There was nothing noticeably strange about it, so I dropped the lights and opened the back door. Half a moon trying to sink diagonally was floating up the field behind the store.

Nostalgic Deventio home.

But now that I don't even know when the magic inside the 'Marie' earrings will cut, I don't have time to look around.

(For now, let's hurry)

With all this distance from myself, I didn't think I could manipulate 'Marie'. I tried it on the wrong foot, but I can handle it. I was taught that the more I got used to using it, the stronger the connection between the 'wand' and the sorcerer, but no way this much.

However, being away may consume more magic accumulated in the diamonds inside 'Marie' than usual. Unfortunately, it's utterly unknown because I never thought about it or tried it. If you're unknown, you have to think about the worst and move.

(As soon as possible, - to Wang Du)

The tireless feet of 'Marie' stepped hard on the ground.