How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Well, you're finally out of the way"

In contrast to me, who was nervous, the person looked at me with a grinning smile.

Long enough, I even felt intimidated when I was standing, but if we just calm down on each other's couches and turn to each other... that doesn't make any difference to my intimidation.

"Uh, it's nice to meet you again, my name is Marizia. As I'm sure Carl already told you, I was a pharmacist in Nicole's name. - This is Chris next door. I think I've seen you in Marie's name before, my puppet."

I stand with 'Chris' and sit down again with my peppered head down, thinking it's confusing.

The person in front of me cleaned up my greeting nervously, with only a small nod.

Let's be honest. I'm a little scared.

'Cause that Mr. Carl is the unrivaled father. I'm just the best I can be without the bollocks out.

I came to say hello to Viscount Bartove before I officially stepped into the adoption process, but with a word from this man, my escort, Master Crest, and Mr. Carl, who led the Viscount into this room, were thrown out of the room.

I mean, one-on-one. No, maybe not if you count 'Chris', but I'm the one who's moving 'Chris'. I knew it wouldn't change one-on-one.

"Previously, when I met you, I thought you felt uncomfortable because it was a carriage to decline the offer -"

"No, I don't mind."

The Viscount, who gently raised his hand and blocked my apology, stares at me.

Somehow, I also decided to stare at the Viscount because he seemed to be observed and restless, but he couldn't be distracted. He has the same blue eyes as Mr. Carl, but his hair looks black with mixed gray hair and no crunch. Does that mean that both Mr. Edel and Mr. Carl have similar hair to their mother? Oh, my God. I'll think of it as a reality escape intersection.

"- Well, what shall we talk from"

I felt my eyes narrowed just a little and my spine stretched out unexpectedly.

"Have you heard from my son? About our in-family rules."

"Intra-family rules, is it? Well, even between families, they don't send money or information for free."

"Yes, money or valuable items are not easy to handle, even if they are family members. - What can you offer me when you become my daughter?

All of a sudden, I thought.

But it's okay. I have a proper meeting with Mr. Carl.

"Is connecting with the Counts and the Knights not enough for profit"

"Well, Edel has already decided to marry the Count, so now it's something unnecessary, such as marrying the Count's three boys. Well, there's a twat to the Knights. I've never been over it."

Oh, as expected, Mr. Carl. He said you can't just connect with Master Crest.

"... I think you appreciated 'Nicole' before when we met in 'Chris' appearance. As we have already reported to Master Carl, we have a method of making dyes that can be used to paint ceramics, and we have as much knowledge as we can to develop new glazes. After adding that, how about"

If I stared, the Viscount's face would finally be much soothed.

"After adding it, is it? I know you have the wisdom to let your son in, but the rhetoric that will make you think ahead will pass."

Passing, I rushed to concentrate my consciousness on the person in front of me, who was about to lose all my body power at risk to the word.

I just remembered that Carl had just told me not to distract you from anything.

"Thank you"

For once, and when I bowed my head with 'Chris', I felt a small laugh.

"Um...?

"No, it's nothing. I know 'Chris' is a doll, so I thought we wouldn't have to bow our heads together."

"Oh, chi, it's not. I mean, it's the remnants of living as two brothers and sisters, and they move unconsciously at times like this."

Explained in haste, the Viscount laughs more deeply.

"Mage, was it? They also use magic to discern the minerals used in glazes, right?

"Yes, you can't live like you would if a gem that saves magic like the King's Capital gave you money, so you can now find affordable stones from the mountains close to nature. Identifying minerals is an extension of that."

The first thing I found myself was a small crystal.

Even after I was independent, every time I went to the mountains, I was expanding the antenna to explore if there were just the right stones.

That's all that matters to a magician about a stone that can store magic.

"Can't you do it like a king's capital, don't you belong to an association?

"Yes, I don't belong"

The unexpected questions were told to be answered as far as possible with yes/no. Yeah, I'm fine, Mr. Carl.

"So who taught you magic?

Huh.

Can I tell you what this is?

Your teacher tells me that if I belong to an association, I can give you a name, but other than that, I wonder if it's okay.

Yeah, straight ball battle in trouble! For once, you're the one who's gonna be a father. Let's be honest!

"Um, I've never been asked that before, so I don't know, does revealing a teacher's name affect a teacher?

There's no way the Viscount is going to find your master, is there? I mean, there's another disciple now, and I don't really want to have a wave.

"It's just pure interest. I'm worried about people like you who raise magicians."

"Ha, ha. It's called Iscarcelli."

Roughly answering, the Viscount showed a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows and a bare gesture to contemplate.

"Is your hair the same as yours?

"Yes, it's the same black"

"Tall?

"Uh, he said the head one minute was higher than me..."

"You're a pretty young man with black eyes, aren't you?

"Yes, you're right, but, uh, you know what?

Though I don't think he's that well known because he's a haunted sorcerer. Oh, maybe I'm a merchant before I was a Viscount, so something happened at the destination, or something like that.

"In our generation, if you're in a position to handle information quite a bit, you all know that. However, the name is not Iscarcelli the Mage, but Zunanier the Instructor."

"Instructor, Zunanier, are you?"

Never heard of it.

I've heard that a mentor is a honorable name given to a great mage, so I guess your mentor is an amazing person. They weren't my eyes. As always, I'm not sure how old I am because my appearance hasn't changed.

"I was also convinced that I had a unique mindset, different from the Association Mage"

"Oh, is that so different? I don't know the Association Mage directly, so I don't really feel it."

"They just exist to take over the sorcery taught to them by their teachers. Some people knit new sorceries, but only a handful of them."

New magic?

I leaned my neck unexpectedly.

Nothing new, the way your teacher thinks...

"For your information, may I ask how you taught magic?

"Yes! Uh, I have difficulty controlling the exercise of witchcraft, so my teacher taught me mainly about granting witchcraft and sorcery formations. But when I taught only the basics for deploying the sorcery team and how to think about sorcery, and I was able to draw some of my own formations, I was told that I could be independent anymore. From officially apprenticing to independence, it was about four years."

To my words, I see, the Viscount nodded many times.

"Association mages are said to have an average age of approximately ten years from apprenticeship to recognition as serving. Even in public, it will eventually be incorporated into the Association's gear, so independence in the true sense of the word should not be possible unless it is also broken."

"Oh, really?"

Yeah, that made sense.

One day, an association mage who tried to embezzle 'Marie' in Deventio affirmed that I didn't make it because there was common sense within such an association, he said.

"Are you convinced?

"Yes. Thank you."

I bow my head in panic. Then 'Chris' also bows his head. There was another sign that the Viscount laughed bitterly.

"From you, as you become part of our family, do you have anything you'd like to ask me?

What you want to hear, what you want to hear…. Ugh, this, if I ask a detour, I wonder if they'll ask me for consideration again.

But there's only one thing that bothers me.

No, originally, can I ask you something?

"Um, is the Viscount aware of your adoptive daughter?

Piscilli, I felt the air.

Oh, was that a mine or something?

"Did my son say anything?

"You know, Carl and Edel, for some reason, when we talked about your mother, they kept their mouths shut, and I couldn't hear more about it."

After all, was it a shitty topic?

The Viscount, with a reluctant face for some reason, stood up, "Wait a moment," he said.

Keep knocking on the entrance door and saying, "Carl, you must be there. Come in," he says in the hallway.

I couldn't hide my surprise from Mr. Carl, who immediately opened the door and entered the room. No way, were you in a eavesdropping position? I felt like I could see Master Crest in the hallway, but I guess I was wondering.

"You didn't say anything to me."

"Hey, you should say something from your father."

"It would be nice to have more daughters, but the problem is after that. How do you explain going to my wife right away?

"If you have to, why don't you just give me 'Chris'?

Well, there's some disturbing conversation going on.

Uh, 'Chris' is my important limb, so I'd like to beg your pardon to give it away.

"In the meantime, let me call you. Marizia won't be here again for a while, will she?

"Ugh, that's right, but - well, I understand. Father."

Mr. Carl turned a slightly anxious glance at me and then immediately left the room.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Yeah, you mean my wife. I would love for you to meet me on this occasion..."

"Um, is there a problem -?"

When I asked, for some reason the Viscount's eyes swam.

Until now, I've been able to afford you and you've been my opponent, but as soon as I get to know your wife, I get anxious to be shown that attitude.

"My wife, Gerda, is of aristocratic origin, but, well, there's a flurry somewhere, and from time to time, she's in abrupt behavior."

"And sudden behavior, is it?

Oh, you're the one who's going to be a mother, even though you're my in-laws. Someone who acts unpredictably might be a little anxious.

I was wondering if I could get some more information in advance, and I was looking at the Viscount's complexion, and I said, "Hey, Mother!?" What a hurried voice approaching.

Bataan!

"I already told you to keep me well informed on the coming day. Ugh!

It was the lady who tied up her chestnut hair beautifully who opened the door wide open to show her. He wears a neat beige dress with few embellishments, but the use of subtle brooches and harmony with accessories can only be described as boulders. He was dressed as if the word "elegant" was not plain to come.

However, if the person's words and behavior were elegant, that was another story.

"Well! You're Marizia. Edel and Carl told me the story. Nice brunette! Mysterious purple eyes! Ugh, you're just as cute as I heard."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Marizia."

I stood up in a hurry and bowed my head - I was just about to be hugged.

"Uh-huh, a young kid's skin is good. You're a tough bastard.... Oh, but it's a little crusty. Rosa! Marone! Bundle up, full course!

"Oh, you know, the Viscountess...?

If I heard a horrible voice, the lady who finally let go of her body, looked me in the eye and smiled. It contains nothing black, but for some reason it is compelling not to say whether or not.

"Marizia, you're going to be our daughter, so you called me different, huh?

"Oh... Mother-in-law?

When he spoke of the answer he wanted, he stroked his head, "That's a good boy."

"This is Chris, right? Well, slippery skin!

Yeah, because that's ceramic.

I felt like I was told to "give up" for some reason if I moved my gaze to the Viscount, hiccups, with a penetration in my heart that way.

"Crest's here, isn't she? Welcome out."

Ku, Crest......?

If you look at Mr. Carl as he stands in the hallway, he's kind of got a bad grin about Niyaniya and people. There was no sign of Master Crest next door.

"If you don't come and say hello to your future aunt properly, Marie won't give it to you, will you?

Nor does Master Crest show himself to that call. How dare you, this lady, no, not like your mother-in-law.

Instead of Master Crest like that, two maids showed up and said, "Your whole body pack is ready!," he reported, disturbing his breath.

That, the whole body? Did I just say full body?

"Well, Marizia, please. I'll come back later."

"Uh..."

"Come on, Marizia. When you're done with your skin, why don't you try on a variety of dresses next?

Seeing the Viscount, Mr. Carl, for help, was also dropped off with the kind of raw warm eyes that would see a calf to be sold for some reason.

Eventually, after a startling full-body esteem, she became my mother-in-law's dressing doll with Master Crest, who reluctantly showed her face, and this day was crushed whole.

While I was unexpectedly relieved, my mother-in-law also seemed to enjoy dressing 'Chris', and I was surprised when I moved 'Chris' back to the mansion.

Whatever it is, this is how I was accepted safely as the daughter of the Bartoves.