How to Escape from an Implacable Man

It's been three days since my sleepover night.

Ever since, I've had sleepless days.

Nothing, I'm not continuing to accompany Master Crest. Every time I go to sleep, I don't force myself to dislike it. Seems satisfied for now if you find out I'm by your side.

There was another reason why I couldn't sleep.

"Why don't you take a break? We brought you some tea."

"Thank you, Amalia"

There was sweet hot air from the cup placed on the table.

"Seems like a good offer, but I put liqueur in the fragrance. Sleep a little, if you please."

"... Yes"

I can see Amalia exhaled relieved after confirming that she had placed the embroidery on the stab.

It hurts in the back of my eyes because I was concentrating on the fine pattern. No, I might just be having a headache from lack of sleep.

(Previously, I didn't bother with this...)

The silver ring Ginkan, which still hangs on both wrists, still breaks my magical circle. But now I know that's not a complete magic seal.

Verification was easy.

He drew a cured sorcery formation on a small piece of paper and tried to activate it by "Kuwa" on his mouth. It was brilliantly hardened like an iron plate and lightly cut off the excess cloth from the embroidery.

Why did I overlook such an easy thing?

If you don't use your hands, you can exercise the granting magic as usual, if not by involving your hands. Using a curing formation, you can cut off silver rings even with thread cutting.

I mean, it's...

(Whenever you want, you can get away with it)

I reach for the teacup and carry it to my mouth.

Even though there was no sugar in it, the sweet and tender aroma spread in my mouth.

I kind of wanted to cry asexually.

You're supposed to want to run, but what are you that doesn't run away?

What would Amalia or Hurl think if I ran away again?

Will Edel or Carl be sad that he became your friend because of this? Or would you laugh if you had no choice?

And that guy...

(I don't want to think)

I don't want to think about it, but it comes to mind. Ice prince. Doll-like faceless expression. Sleeping plundering voice. Emerald eyes.

Again, let's get away with embroidery.

That's what I thought, but somehow my eyelids "eyelids" were heavy, and the blunt pain in the back of my eyes drained my consciousness deeply away.

◇ ◆ ◇

- Get out of the way.

"But Master Crest. Dear Marizia,"

"I'll make sure with these eyes"

How noisy.

He seemed to have fallen asleep a little, and his head was just refreshed.

Batan

"I'm off because of you, so make a very loud noise -"

"I know."

Amalia's voice that looks worried and what follows is Master Crest's voice?

I slowly lifted my heavy lid.

Oh, I knew it.

From me on the couch, across the table, is the face of the heavenly servant.

"Cle, Master St?

"... did I wake you"

"Never mind."

Coming slightly closer, he places his hand gently on my shoulder trying to wake up his torso and commands him to "still sleep".

"Welcome home means it's already that time."

I thought it was just a little, but apparently it was a long nap.

"I didn't get picked up, so I was wondering if something had happened"

My chest ached over what was behind that word.

Usually it's time to show your face, that I'm not here. I mean, I thought I ran away again... so I suspected.

I slowly woke up my torso when I blinked my eyes two or three degrees and then pressed my hand back against my shoulder, "I'm fine".

"Welcome back"

"... ah"

Lord Crest, who nodded, for some reason sat down next to me.

That's still a team uniform, aren't you coming to get dressed?

I mean, it's close, right?

Is it your fault that Mr. Amalia, who refrained near the door, sends a strangely raw and warm gaze?

"Marie"

"Yes."

"If I remember correctly, that's a Bartove tattoo, right?

Excuse me, I feel like I'm getting cold air from my neighbor, but since when has Master Crest been able to use magic?

The blurry feeling of waking up blew up all at once.

"It's about that house you put in both scales and other tattoos."

The overlapping appearance of Master Crest, without even discouraging his voice, makes that anger feel extra.

"Marie?"

I couldn't honestly tell you about the family crest and the initialled handkerchief (Application: Liquidation of Women's Relationships) that Mr. Carl asked me to do. If you do that, they'll probably kill you (Mr. Carl). I hope that's all it takes, but there must be some kind of penalty for me, too. I refuse to sleep with you. I'm not gonna do it again!

Answer me, Marie.

"... indeed, it's the Bartove family crest, Master Crest"

Keep your anger down a little bit because I call your name right. And I'd like to ask.

"I wanted to thank Edel for what he did for me."

Luckily, I haven't stabbed the initials yet. If you're gonna tell me you found out about the family crest, I'll have to deviate from it somehow.

"To Edel? Now it wouldn't make sense to send small items with family crests."

"What does that mean?

"We have less than six months left to put him in. Haven't you heard?

"Uh... yeah, I've never heard that before"

You mean marriage, right? You said you weren't interested in knights, so I know you're someone else, but honestly, I have no idea.

"Then I'll think of another design. Thanks for letting me know."

I bow my head small and stand up to clean up the embroidery tools that remain spread out on the table. You'll be suspicious if you don't take it off the wooden frame and clean it up once more than you've been found.

All I'm saying is that we're done talking, and if we focus on cleaning up, it looks like we're telling something to Amalia, who also refrains from being Master Crest.

Even today, all you have to do is get through dinner time. That way we can have another day.

Pathan, and the door closed. When he finally left, I tried to ask Mr. Amalia about dinner - frozen.

Master Crest, who should have left, is there, and there is no sign of Amalia, who should have refrained.

Why, you're here! And I can "here" all the time wanting to scream.

Master Crest, who approached me slightly, pinched my face with both hands.

"pale"

"Ki, isn't it because of?

My answer didn't seem to bother me and I got a slight wrinkle between my brows. With its nearby nearby nearby nearby face, the heart is bad, while the slightest facial movements can also be seen. Good and bad.

"It's been since training day. What happened?"

Training day?

With that said, the day you went on a tour of training, you noticed the magically sealed karakuri.

"Marie. What are you thinking?

My body trembled.

There's something backwards. But above all, I'm afraid of the emerald eyes in front of me.

I know the flame hidden behind it. It's a flame of obsession. Wrong answers here will make surveillance and restraint even tighter.

"... what are you thinking, Master Crest?"

"How can you smile at me, sleep with me, think only of me"

Don't listen to me!

Heavy, I knew it was heavy, this guy!

"... I am"

What shall I do? Shall I say it?

When I say bad things, will they strangle me again?

But women are brave!

"I'm thinking about how I can go out there freely, do magic research, and say hello to the people I care for."

Emerald's eyes opened wide.

"I..."

"I know you want to take care of me. But I'm not a doll or anything, I'm one person. Being in your mansion all the time is stressful, you don't have the freedom, you're going to be stuck breathing, and there's something you want to do."

I said it! I said it, me!

Come on, how do we get out?

Oh, shit! If this was the case, you shouldn't have thrown away the paper depicting the curing formation!

No, either way, you can win if you're serious, okay? Be slaughtered, be strangled.

"Is that what you want?"

I feel my hands shaking touching my hands.

"Who are you going to leave me and see?

A tremor runs over the words.

"Marie. You live here with me, you just have to think about me and live."

No, I can't do that! As heavy as ever!

"And, of course, I'm thinking of you"

"No, it's just about me."

When my right hand does, it moves down and strokes my neck.

... I only feel my life is in danger.

"Marie?"

Accept ⇒ Imprisonment.

Reject ⇒ Death.

This is the only future I can find, what should I do?

"If I were here, that would be fine, wouldn't it? If I stay here, I can protect you from everything that hurts you. Or do we need chains so we don't accidentally go outside and get in danger"

Or I'm planning a jail term, this guy!

Shit, shit. What are you gonna do, what are you gonna do, me!

Concon

To me in confusion, the sound of that knock was indisputably the hand of salvation.

"Dear Crest, Dear Marizia. Dinner's ready."

Mr. Amalia! Nice timing!

"Ku, Master Crest. Shall we go to the dining room? The warm dishes will be cold."

"- Right."

Master Crest, who finally took his hand off my cheek and neck, took my hand and took the complete escort style with the other hand on his hip.

"Oh, um..."

"Let's talk after dinner, Marie."

Oh, it wasn't over...