How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Four months after that.

When the season changed from spring to late summer, the limits came.

The life of the mansion, to put it well, was peaceful, and similar days were pale and repeated. The only person I could converse with was basically Crest Boy, and other people were only allowed to interact to the extent that they ended up with two or three words against Amalia, who would take care of them around me, or Hurl, who would partition the house.

There's only one exception.

It was the day Crest Boy told me to stay away, even though it was the day he would spend at his residence.

Having finished my walk in the garden, I was very sorry to see the season of colorful flowers coming to an end. I walked in the garden almost every day to build my strength, but I miss so much the less things that keep my eyes entertained. Summer fresh greens are very pretty, but I still don't get tired of looking at colorful flowers. A hint of an embroidered motif.

"Oh?"

It was the other guy I found first.

My impression was "you look like a curious person" or whatever. He had chestnut hair that was originally creased or bouncing all over the place, and he was one turn bigger than Crest Boy.

Either way, it's unusual for you to talk to me.

"Maybe your name is Maricia?

"I don't know who it is, but my name is Marizia"

I pinched the hem of my dress and bowed my head, bewildered by him when I did it and friendly.

"Hmm, you're Marie. of the Goddess of Crest."

"I'm certainly called Marie, but the second half is my first ear"

I leaned my neck and looked at the other person. I guess he's also noble when it comes to tailoring clothes and, above all, calling the boy a "crest". Maybe he's one of the boys' brothers I've never even seen.

"Uh, may I ask your name?

Shit, this was where I asked, "May I ask?" Even if you realize it, you can't pull in words that have already come out of your mouth.

"I am Carl Bartove, Friend of Crest's Heart. I've heard your name from Crest a lot. Mostly bedtime, hey!

All of a sudden, a boy named Carl came forward, which means he fell in momentum towards me. If you accidentally avoid it, you will lie down to kiss the carpet laid in the hallway as it is.

"Marie, go back to your room. Talk to this guy and you'll be disgusted."

"Hey, Crest!

Crest boy's foot stepped on the head of the Carl boy who tried to get up. There is no forgiveness.

Well, I guess it's the one called twitching because you're the best friend I don't care about. I envy you for being close. It's enviable to me that I don't have a friend or a conversationalist.

"Marie?"

Feeling a slight irritation in my overlapping voice, I decided to head to the study. I care about a boy named Carl, but I don't mind undermining Crest Boy's mood.

In the end, that was the only time I met Carl Boy, but that was a good memory of having a rare and proper conversation. Basically, the only way to interact with Crest Boy is to ask for answers that don't damage his mood, on an unusual topic, while in a good mood.

The ban is as numerous as ever, and honestly, I can't breathe.

Still, I could bear it when I assumed that all the aristocratic women were living the same life. But after I realized how strange this life was, I could also lose patience.

The reason was rumours about the servants of your mansion.

"Hey, what do you think of that kid?

I'm also tired of embroidery, I just went out on the balcony to change my mood, and I heard that conversation.

"Honestly, I feel sorry for you too."

"But in a way, I guess the boy loves you"

"Even though you're the only one who shows interest, when you get over there, you don't usually pull it off."

"Sure, you've changed your mind."

"Oh, me too."

"She's holding up a lot too, isn't she?"

"Don't you know that? If you're in a bad mood, they'll kick you out."

"I feel happier getting kicked out."

"Really? I don't think it's a bad idea for you to go all the way, do you?

"I think it depends"

"That's right."

I don't spin my head fast. Still, I could understand who 'that kid' was showing.

Return indoors, ruminating the conversation left in your ear, and take the embroidered needle.

I often think pretending to embroider without feeling like it, and I understood that this current situation was still something strange.

I've spent three days thinking about whether it would be beneficial to stay in your mansion like this, but I still only have a feeling you're not going to be a good person as you are.

First of all, what are we going to do now, even if it's good?

Though the three men, the son of the Earl's family and me out of the farmhouse are not able to marry either. It's suspicious that the boy might feel that way about me in the first place. I protected her simply because there was a pitiful child, maybe.

If you stay soggy under the boy's shelter, you're up for a dozen bad adults with nothing but reading and embroidery.

Then I stared at the wrist bracelet.

Bracelet for personal protection given to you by your master when you started going outside the workshop. It activates in simple steps and is an excellent way to go back to the workshop. I've never taken care of you before, but the fact that you set this apart may have meant that your teacher predicted this would happen.

Think that far, and I realize.

Would you need a souvenir?

Would you need a souvenir to put it down?

After some thought, I took the embroidered needle in my hand.

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'Sincerely, I will have your time.

I am very grateful for the unbearable generosity extended to me as a civilian.

Unfortunately, it seems to me that civilian life has been acquired and I cannot live in a very aristocratic residence.

I'm so sorry you disappeared without saying hello, directly.

Please don't blame everyone in the mansion for my departure.

I leave this mansion at my will, not that there was any inconvenience or inadequacy in the life of the mansion. I would rather you all have been very good (hereinafter referred to as the servant's defense).

I apologize for the overlapping decision to leave the mansion on your own. Please, ladies and gentlemen, take care of yourself.

Marizia '

The letter was accompanied by a handkerchief embroidered with Uncle Arje's family crest, and I disappeared.

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"Welcome back, Marizia. You're home two months later than I expected. I've been very patient."

Your teacher gave me the usual words when I came back.

"Master..."

"You've worn a lot of beautiful clothes and your arm scars are completely gone. In the meantime, do you want to change into your usual clothes?

Black eyes soften and soothe.

My eyes filled with tears at some point.

"Master"

"Yeah."

"I'm home."

"Yeah, welcome back"

For the first time in four months, I was welcomed into the arms of my favorite master.

"How was your life at the noble mansion?

"It was very, very cramped"

"Did your boy allow you to go home?

"No, I just left a letter. Oh, this is a small souvenir."

I opened a white handkerchief.

"All I had to do was embroider and read, and my arms went up a long time ago, didn't they?

It was the enchantment of embalming and frozen preservation that stabbed the memory with reliance. I remember it somehow because I saw it every day in the kitchen of the workshop, but in case it activated, I dared to make some of the circles surrounding the formation missing.

"This is amazing. You've improved a lot."

"Isn't it?

The handkerchief was spread out and praised for his embroidered arms by the master who viewed from various angles, and I stretched my chest.

"I'll activate it with one more stab, this"

"Huh?"

I overheard the unexpected reaction.

"Marie's magic was strong originally, but I didn't know she was going to draw the sorcery formation with embroidery. I thought flashy exercise witchcraft was unsuitable because it was too powerful, but the grant witchcraft seems compatible."

"Master, that's..."

"You've come to escape a peaceful aristocratic life, would you really like to apprentice me, Marie?

Because of that, it's me.

I remember that word in a book I read in your mansion's study.

"Of course, master!

I applied for apprenticeship with a full smile on my face.

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Your teacher's point that you were apt for grant witchcraft was apparently a hit, and that's what I did by inhaling knowledge like a dried product that got water.

Unfortunately, we cannot imitate the fireworks that your teacher showed us because we cannot handle the exercise of magic. Even if you can make spark-emitting stones, you can't let them stop you in the air or fly in circles. I tried the fire (the magic of making a candle-sized fire), which is fundamental to the exercise of witchcraft, with the support of my master several times, but I almost caused a mountain fire by showing it and letting it run wild.

"Though I thought it was good to have strong magic, it's a good idea to be too strong."

I could only snort deeply at your words.

Because there's nothing I can do that I can't control well. It's something with a lot of magic, so if someone tells you it's reckless like a novice rower trying to steep down the river, you'll have to convince them!