How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Dear Crest Arge,

Please forgive me for leaving your mansion all of a sudden just to greet you with a letter.

It was a short time ago, but you took me back, you taught me all sorts of things, and I have no words of gratitude.

I feel sorry for myself for cutting sweet on Master Crest's generosity.

Fortunately, someone picked me up and decided to take care of you. At that person's convenience, it was a hasty departure, and it depended on how he took the pen.

Perhaps you will never see me again, but in case you see me, never speak to me. I don't want to be any sweeter to Master Crest. For my self-reliance, please, this is all I ask.

I'm very sorry for the brief greeting.

Please, let us pray that Master Crest will also tour with the lovely lady and be happy.

Goodbye.

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As I do, I want to hold my head about what an awkward "awkward" sentence it is. Still, when you're writing "with a lovely lady," let's be good because the lady who was peering in from beside me seemed to have a happy grin.

I signed "Marizia Christianine" and then wrote a small symbol.

"Um, could you lend me the knife?

Asking Duba, who was standing opposite the lady, he said, "Ah?" and a very gullible answer returned.

That's right. There's no way I'm gonna let you have a blade in this situation, is there?

"So, if so, could you cut off my thumb a little? If you push it to a blood judgment, you can prove it by using the magic of 'appraisal' that it was definitely written by the person. I can prove to you that I was never forced to write this letter by using even higher levels of 'analysis'."

Regardless of the former, the latter is a liar. 'Analysis' is a sorcery, I don't know.

Well, 'appraisal' is either me or magic that I can't use without a piece of my body, but it looks like there's no magician on this scene, and you're not gonna find out.

"Duba, cut him off"

"Yes."

The lady ordered me, and Duba finally took my left hand and slipped a dagger blade on my thumb.

They cut me deeper than I thought, but it hurts, well, let's put up with it.

I compress around the wound and adjust to bleed more. Then, behind the name, I pressed my thumb to the place where I wrote a small symbol = simple 'hardened' sorcery formation on the landmark.

Run your gaze indoors properly and check again.

Duba next to the left. Lady next door to the right. And azine in front of the door.

Those three were the only ones in the room.

It's all right, it's all right, and I'll forgive myself.

I couldn't help but be scared. But there's no guarantee that you'll just do this goodbye letter. I mean, Azin and Duba are looking at me somewhere fun just now.

I know this gaze. Because it looks a lot like Mr. Hank trying to stroke my butt on the job......!

(Absolutely, this is not the end!

Phew, exhaling sharply, I activate the sorcery by letting myself touch my elbow while pinching the edge of the note Binzan and letting it go up and down to dry the blood. When I waved the paper further on my non-eating face to check for hardness, I slipped my left wrist to the edge of the paper.

Ringone. Ringone.

The bell rings from nowhere.

Plus, it's pretty big. Is it also a church nearby? Or is there a bell in this building itself?

"Hey, what is it?

"Don't make me laugh!

Ringone. Ringone.

With three other people besides me bewildered by the sound of an unstoppable bell, I finally realized this was an unusual thing to do.

(... No way)

If you run your eyes on your left wrist, there is a magically sealed silver ring that uses paper stiffened in a simple 'hardened' formation to slice it in. I thought the material was' cured 'to prevent physical destruction, but I can't believe it even rang such a warning sound when it was destroyed.

(How far ahead are you of people's actions, that guy!

For now, I don't want to miss this timing.

When I still had the 'hardened' uncut note, I cut it into azines standing in front of the door!

But on the brink, the note just goes back to the paper. It was very simple and only used blood for a small "hardened" sorcery formation, so it expired.

Don't think you can get away with it.

Azin's thick arm grabs my arm without difficulty.

I got my arms twisted up critical and I couldn't help but leak a groan. A note fell to the floor at the end of his gaze.

(Right. I don't specify intensity or effect time, it's a simple thing, a quote with incredible enhancement using the natural magic in the blood, and it runs out of time, right?)

Have you ever been surprised by a sudden rebellion, Azin, when he does it, makes me more powerful to tighten my arms with a critical eye? Painful enough to spill physiological tears.

Ringone. Ringone.

The unstoppable bell sounded like it rang indoors as well as outdoors, with people moving around and panicking about something.

"Oh, you know, this sound, what is it, so what?

"Don't be shruggy, I know you did it!

No, you don't.

Indirectly, it may be me, but "Dear Ice Prince (Laughter)" who sees people's behavior everywhere did it.

"Wow, I don't know. I thought there was a church nearby and a morning class bell..."

"- Ajin, I will return to the king's capital. Leave this noise to those outside, and let Duba and the two of you, hurt this girl as planned, and then hand it over to her."

The lady, who picked up a goodbye letter from her feet, left the room with a hell of an order in her mouth.

(Now scratchy stuff, or something, I said...?

Although I had expected maybe, Azin and Duba's favorite gaze was not a product of over-consciousness.

Blood draws from my face. This is exactly what it means to be blue.

Ringone. Ringone.

"Hey, do it...!

The lady leaves the room. No, Duba stood in front of me.

"Azin, what do we do now?

"Why don't you just strip naked?

I try to get away from my hand stretching toward me, but Azin's restraint hand won't loosen. Besides, this one stays dressed at night. There's more to the pinch...!

"My chest is developing."

"You must be the first one."

A conversation without hesitation is pinching me, but I can't even resist being restrained with my hands and no magic team at hand.

Azin restrains my hands with one hand without difficulty, and the other hand does not hesitate to rub people's asses. Duba was delighted to stroke my chest slightly as he said "it will fit perfectly in my hand" or something. Fear goes hand in hand with disgust, and there is no voice. Still, if you tried hard to resist, it was returned with mockery.

"Waste of resistance, or rather incitement to" oh "?

"Just peel it off."

Duba's hand on Azin's words fell on my nightwear collar and he was pulled down at once as it was!

Making a tall noise called pee, the night clothes were torn apart and exposed to a limp outside air from the neck to around the umbilical "navel".

"... Yikes!

Why are you doing this?

Don't come.

Don't touch me... Huh!

"Yabe, I knew I couldn't do it."

Dubah's hand, which made an inferior statement, was on my chest--

"Damn!"

My head slammed into a munchkin, hitting Azin's jaw restraining him in the back, arms loose.

With Azin's well-shaken recoil, my wrist struck the temple of Duba in front of me.

"Oh, my God!

I was the one who rammed to escape to this gap, but one woman to two men, unable to even run away, was slapped on the cheek by Duba, so that he could push his upper body against his desk to lie down, and he was restrained again.

Ringone. Ringone.

As always, the bell keeps ringing. This loud noise was close to torture where my head was shaking with the shock of being beaten to the stomach all the time.

"Shit. I even drowned in blood."

"Hey, get that bracelet out of my way. It's gonna hurt if I hit you again."

"So is that, what's the value of selling it off with the guy in the neck"

Without the strength to resist, the necklace of the diamond was removed from my neck, and the silver ring on my left hand was also distorted and removed by force.

"Hey, you can't take this one."

"Cut it with that pencil there. It's like silver, and even if it's broken, it's for money."

From the crate Azin had in the corner of the room, he took out a large pencil that would make him want to ask what it was to be used for. When you look at what was in there with a scarecrow or a hammer, it's definitely not the kind of use to screw off a bracelet.

"... don't do it"

"Hey, if you get busted, you're gonna blow your hands off."

Dubah over me threatens him with a low voice. Weighing in from behind, restraining my right hand, but not trying to stop my empty hand wandering around my butt from earlier. I was just disgusted by even the disgusting feeling.

"Chi, you're hard."

Well, whatever ring on the left I cut, the right will still have a 'hardened' formation working, too.

In the meantime, I didn't think about the future, and I think so. Once the left ring is cut, the men move on to their next action. Given that, I hoped that that depressing silver ring would not be cut off.

Giggles, and a gritty pencil sound. You can hear it in the sound of a bell that won't stop ringing, so it's supposed to sound pretty good. It was found that blood vessels floated on both arms of Azin and contained considerable force.

(Please, don't hang up...)

My wish was vain, and I heard something that I didn't think was beggy and silver, and the silver ring on my right was cut off. At the same time, the sound of the bell that was persistently ringing was interrupted.

"Oh, my God, this guy just rang."

"Oh, it sounds so loud, it's so low-level."

Azin throws out the pench, twists the silver ring and takes it off my arm. I watched it in my pocket somewhere hopelessly.

(Take it as a talisman, junior, right? Well, it wasn't originally a talisman)

That's to seal my magic. It's not a talisman. There's nothing left to protect me from.

"Well, there's no more noise."

"Instead, I'd like you to stay."

When I was grabbed by the collar from behind, only my clothes were pulled in place of me who resisted. Night clothes that are heavily slit from the front are then peeled off as if to peel off, exposing the back to the men.

I don't know if it's Azin or Duba, but a man's hand was put on my shoulder. If you get your torso pulled up as it is, there is no doubt that the breasts you are now pushing against your desk and hiding will also get into their eyes.

(No, someone -)

What floated behind my brain was his face, which he said would protect me.