How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Damn, if Crest sucks, that your stupid brother is a no good man.

I did not hide my frustration in the carriage, nor did I find my fool sitting across the street.

Marie's strong?

I wonder if I can judge things multilaterally yet.

Sure, if I sum up what Carl told me about Marie, it might lead to an assessment that says "strong". But that's just one side of life.

Marie, who burst into tears in front of me the day she toured the Knights' training, could not be said to be very strong. A dangerous and brittle child who doesn't even know to rely on others, to expose and lighten his mind. That is the image of Marie in me.

I believe that Crest has a reason for this. Strong obsession and heavy restraints have passed, implanting the awareness that relying on someone else can lead to the person's annoyance.

"Uh, sister? It would be helpful if you could hide your struggle a little longer."

"... right. Crest doesn't seem like a bad servant, anyway."

You should be praised for explaining the situation to Karl against the Lord's will. I have a lot to deal with, and I can see what I was thinking.

Catan, and the carriage swayed, and a voice of the one who would inform him that he had arrived at his destination.

Take the hand of Carl, who went down first, and I will slowly get off the carriage. Then I saw a gray-haired family order in black standing to welcome us.

To coincide with Crest's off-duty day, I was the only one who let my stupid brother take the day off. If you ask me, on an off-duty day one or two days a week, I'll be in my room all the time and I'll stay away from Marie? Just thinking about it, there's something spiritual coming.

"Welcome, come"

"You don't have to thank me. More than that, can you show me around?

To my words, the maid with the eye of the decree - perhaps she is a maid with marie - bowed her head "come here".

"When we get in, bring us plenty of tea."

"... Yes"

Though I showed some confusion, I was satisfied with the maid who had replied properly to my understanding, and I nodded and showed it to her greatly. Conversely, my stupid brother frowned more at the root of his eyebrows. But I don't speak out against it. You know that.

"Excuse me. Dear Crest, I see you."

- Drive him back.

I didn't know there were any islands to install. And I made my maid wave back, and I commanded my neighbor's fool to do it only with his gaze.

The fool sighed loudly, but put his hand on the door knob.

"Terrible, Crest! I brought you a good story. Come on!

As he behaves cheerfully, his stupid brother enters the room.

"There are a lot of things you don't talk about. Go home."

It's a crest that says it with a grumpy voice that freezes people off, but I'm sure that face remains faceless.

"Don't say that nonsense. - Hey, goddess. How was your day?

"... Mr. Carl. Long time no see."

The voice that was about to disappear reached my ear. Though I was almost blocked by Crest's voice, which grudgingly said "disappear".

"I brought someone to talk to Marie today."

"Carl, come on."

I finally set foot in his private room here.

"It's up to you, Crest."

The first thing I saw was a beautiful young man who didn't even try to hide his grumpy aura. And the next thing you jump into my eyes is a pale girl keeping her body on the back of the couch next to him.

I could only squeeze the fan in my hand at Marie's condition, which far exceeded my expectations.

"Fool. Kick Crest out of this room."

"Huh?

"Miss Edel. You think you're kicking me out of my room?

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. 'Cause you forbid Marie from leaving this room, don't you? If Marie and I want to have a good conversation, don't we just have to kick you out?

And I smiled and smiled. Unfortunately, I'm not so novel about the beauty of Crest, nor do I feel as breezy when I'm shot with a frozen eye. I would ask you not to lick the Viscount Lady across the social spectrum.

"Miss Edel. I don't want to work uninvited for a woman. I want you to leave."

"Oh, is violence going to wave? I don't really want to say this, but after you found out about my fiancée, could you say the same thing?

If he returned the blackmail with threats, Crest shut up.

"I'm not demanding anything difficult. I just want to have a good conversation with your friend Marie."

"Then you won't need me to leave."

"If you do, Marie will be concerned, won't she?

I behold my foolish brother. Carl, who nodded small, whispered something in Crest's ear.

"I'm just worried about Marie."

If he smiles again, Marie finally moves her mouth, who has only ever watched us interact.

"... I, too, would like to talk to Mr. Edel. Can't you,... Dear Crest?

Although he would not have intended it, Crest reluctantly accepted it by pleading with all due diligence. Well, I guess Carl also pushed back what he whispered.

I hear a knock at the right time, and the maid pushes a wagon with tea on it.

"Hey, Marie. On that side, you won't be able to see your face with the light coming out the window. Why don't you sit on this side with me?

Marie, who nodded small at the invitation to look out the window and be sure to play the conversation, moved to the couch with the door behind her back so that Crest could help her. I will sit next to it.

"Come on, let's keep it a secret from each other from here on. Don't you dare."

Pampers, and slap your hands, and Amalia will leave the room in a gracious manner. The two men bowed themselves by the door pretending to leave, as Carl whispered.

From the beginning, I never thought Crest would leave me alone with a lot of people. But in order for Marie to talk, she needed to think that Crest wasn't there.

(Sorry, Marie)

From the teacup placed in front of me, it smells different and aromatic than black tea. Looks like that maid did what I could tell her.

"Marie, I had a special cup of tea made. I'm sure it'll warm you up."

Marie nodded small at my words, without hesitation. I feel a little backwards, making sure the dust, dust and throat move.

What I had put in my tea was a medicine to lighten my heart - brandy.

"Sweet, it smells"

"Yeah, isn't it delicious? Would you like another drink?

I tried to recommend Marie, who nodded, and the tea treats on the table, but they turned me down. I realize it's true that I don't have an appetite.

"Mr. Edel, I heard you were withholding your marriage. Congratulations…"

Marie, who comes to pass on the words of blessing in a small voice, probably has no head about the aristocratic political marriage or anything. Sounds like this kid with civilian values around there.

"Thank you, Marie. The other day, I finally decided to design a dress for the ceremony. It wasn't just the dress, it was the design of the veil and accessories that made it difficult."

"I'm sure it's a nice design. Mr. Edel, it's so beautiful, and you can all see it in your admirable gaze."

With a fine voice, I am horrified that a proper conversation can be concluded. Apparently, he's not being pushed more mentally than he totally is looking.

"After all, is Marie admiring the bride too?

Marie grinned at my inquiry. Your mouth is smiling, but your eyes are pitiful.

"Hey, Marie. I'm worried about you. You can't be a happy bride like this."

"sooo...... dunno, things"

I stroked her cheek, trying weakly to shake her head. Dangerous. If you move your gaze that way, two men quiet in the corner of the room will be in sight.

"Even if I say this all of a sudden, it may be annoying, but I, I think of you like a sister. Hey, why don't you call me that?

"Annoying, it's not something. Glad,.... hey?

He was so adorable to tilt his neck.

At the same time, Marie accepts "Hey Sama" without being too vigilant and turns around wondering if she is quite drunk. Although I say alcohol is easy to turn around when you're hungry, I guess Marie herself is also responsible for not liquoring in the first place.

"Thank you, Marie. If you have something in mind, don't hesitate to say it? Hey, seriously, talk to me?

Marie's amethyst eyes swayed wandering at my suggestion.

"After the tour, I was very happy to tell you a secret story. Wouldn't you like me to say" hey "?

If prompted by a gentle voice, blink twice, three times.

"If we talk about this... I'm sure you'll be despised."

"That's not true. - Hey, Marie. Being in this room all the time is hard?

I cast a question that I had always wondered about. I could see Carl stopping Crest from trying to move at the edge of his gaze. Dude, you're making a good move.

"... I don't know. But if Master Crest wants that, that's fine, I think. Because..."

Marie leaned down to grief.

"Because the only person who needs me is Master Crest"

... Huh?

For a moment, I doubted my ears.

If Crest had purposefully filled the outer moat and hunted it down enough to make it this far, I think I can't forgive him enough, even though he is my brother's friend.

"Of which, I was an amazing, childish farmer. I had a brother and a sister. But after all, it made it harder to feed them all, and one of my brothers was to be sold."

I was surprised by the sudden story of the past. I've never even heard of that. If I turned my gaze to the door slightly, even the crest seemed to be my first ear, stopping me from trying to get in the way, concentrating and listening.

"At that time, my brothers, who were just the right age to sell, were me and my twin sister. Though still young to farm, I can help with the house, that was about it.... your father sold me, not my sister"

I peered into his face wondering if he was crying, and his eyes and mouth were grinning again.

"In the end, your master took it from me, but I was not fit to exercise magic. Your teacher immediately took an apprentice who was fit to exercise magic."

I'm guessing you mean the distant sorcerer who brought Marie. I've heard from Carl.

"We also served the dining room in Waldstow, and in Deventio we made a living in a pharmacy. But even without me, guys, I can manage to do it right. I don't have to be gone."

The expression remained intact and the deep smeared eyes wet in the dew.

"Only Master Crest can tell me that I can't do it without me..."

He was like a toddler, weeping in tears. Without wiping, and just not letting it flow, I hold that cheek down with a lace handkerchief.

"Marie, is that what you've been thinking?

To my inquiry, she shook her neck.

"But I'm right beside Master Crest, and I... I have nothing to do, and I don't even know what to do, and that's, uh, hard..."

I held Marie softly, who had finally begun to whimper. I think I can honestly cry as I feel the chest of the dress get wet.

If my gaze hurt and I glanced at you, I would have seen a crest staring at me with a gaze that seemed to kill me. I wonder what your anger is against. Your current position? Or that you made Marie cry?

(I'm making you cry, not you?

Good thing I can't see it from Marie, I feel even more angry if I just told her the movement of her mouth. I wonder if that means you're pissed off at this posture of crying in my chest right now. Damn, I can't hang out with you.

"Marie, it's not a good idea to put up with what you want to do that way. You don't have to stick to a narrow-minded man like Crest to tell me you need Marie. The world is huge."

I told him exactly what I thought, and Marie shook her head as she sifted, before Crest was upset to death.

"Kre, Master St is... kind"

"Huh?

Marie raised her face from my chest, staring straight at me without even trying to hide her reddened eyes.

Marie, are you serious?

"Yes."

I wonder if you're applying a crest or even a strange brainwash.

"Even if you're not allowed out of this room right now, can you say that?

"... Yes. To keep me out of danger."

Ha ha, my sigh leaked unexpectedly.

"Oh, the... hey?

As the bewildered Marie tilted her neck, the still unstoppable tears, loosened and poured down her eyeballs.

"If Marie had two bodies, she might have set one here somewhere free."

Marie mouths the unlikely assumption, wipes tears and strokes her cheeks, making it look just a little ticklish, mouthing it as normal.

"But then you'll have me that Master Crest doesn't need"

I sighed loudly at the words again, and I gave up convincing her any more, and whispered, "You must be tired of crying, a little, you should go to bed," and held her softly.

Of course, the body I kept was so light that I was worried.