How to Escape from an Implacable Man

"Ugh, not enough......"

I was in my room, alone, holding my head.

How many sheets of paper are spread out on the desk. What's written there is a double, triple circle with a number of characters surprisingly written in it. If anyone who knows sees it, they'll soon be able to break "Kanpa" when it's a sorcery formation.

"I can't believe there's such a wall..."

Scattered are sorcery formations that finely divide the minerals and sorcery formations that mix and heat them in specified proportions and cool and solidify them after a certain amount of time.

It was only three days ago that I explained the processing of certain ore to Viscount Bartove (stepfather) and Mr. Carl (stepbrother) while showing them what was after processing to try.

Though I was told it was good to go in this direction, I was suddenly stuck......

I don't know what to do, at this pace, I don't know how long it'll take.

When I stood up vigorously, I left the room. "I'm going to the garden to change my mood," he said to Isabetta, who came across him along the way, and he looked panicked for some reason. I guess it's because I spoke up when I was busy. I have to apologize later.

Due to the slight cloudiness, it was cold enough to whiten my vomiting breath outside. I regret only a little bit that it was "Ugly" who came out without his jacket on.

But it's just good for cooling overheated heads.

Walk through a garden with no flowers and take a breather in the East Room where you've been through many times.

"The important thing for a magician is to keep thinking"

Repeat what your teacher has told you many times.

I hope I failed. Try, reflect, improve, try again, and continue to create the magic that will produce the results you want.

So I have to think about it. Are we going to proceed on the same route? Once, will you go back and fundamentally review it?

"Lady!"

I stood up in a hurry and looked around, and I saw some Mr. Isabetta running in with a bunch of luggage.

"Mr. Isabetta, is something wrong? In such a hurry..."

"Something's happened, lady!

Mr. Isabetta is my five older maids, but she looks just like me, and I know Amalia scolds me a lot. If I thought that would happen again this time, somehow I'd be scolded.

"On such a cold day, does anyone get out in such a good mood? You'll catch a cold."

Isabetta's eyes hung on me with a cedary shawl, if I may say so.

"Excuse me......"

"It's winter now, be careful," he said, apologizing that he had only thought about chilling his head.

My knee, which I sat down on, is now covered with a knee-jerk. I rounded my eyes when I saw more warm ginger tea and cookies lined up at the table at Azumaya in Higashiya.

"? What's wrong, ma'am? You look weird."

"Su..."

"Su?"

"Wow, Mr. Isabetta. I just spoke to him passing by, but I can't believe I'm ready to go this far...!

'Cause I was just wondering if the servants would be worried if I didn't know where I was. I thought so and spoke up, but I can't believe you handled it all this way!

"Thank you for the compliment, but I didn't make a big deal out of it because I was originally just about to bring you some tea"

"Still, it's not like putting it in a room versus putting it out here, is it? It's really amazing!

To my words, Mr. Isabetta leaned down as illuminated and murmured something. "Oh, Master Crest got hit in these places," though the contents didn't reach my ears.

"It's delicious. Ginger tea really gives you plenty of body."

I decided to get a cup of tea because of it, so I can think again.

The obstacle is lack of magic.

Let 'Chris' draw and activate my contemplated sorcery formation.

I wanted to line up some samples that I created that way to consider which would be the best product.

The sample is only the size of the pinky finger earlier, so there is no need to let magic flow to the sorcery team for so long.

The problem is the number of samples.

I want to try changing the percentage of minerals that will be the ingredient, changing the temperature of the heat to be applied, changing the time to cool, dozens, no, about a hundred patterns. It is a house that does not tolerate compromise "Today" when it comes to commerce. Even if I'm to be welcomed as a part of it, I have to follow that idea.

In doing so, the magic formations, which divide only the necessary materials from the minerals they have prepared, also need to be moved again and again. As a result, there is even less magic.

In the name of engagement and preparation for marriage, I entrust the Bartove family servants who regularly come to your residence with earrings of diamonds to ensure the necessary magic to move 'Chris', but do not use magic for research like this...

I'm letting it hold as a spare for when I have to, and I'm going to use a necklace diamond too? But I don't want to get my hands on it because that's the spare in case of emergency.

"Lady?"

"Oh, excuse me. I'm a little immersed in my thoughts."

No. The more I think about it, the more and more I go into the trail.

"Mr. Isabetta. What should I do if I want to give something important (= magic) directly and immediately to someone who is away (" Chris ")?"

"What, to someone who's away (Dear Crest), is it?

For some reason Isabetta blushed slightly.

Did I say something weird?

"It's easy. You just have to go see him. Master Crest will piss you off, but if you say you really needed (to see Master Crest) right away, even that one, I'm sure - no, wouldn't it make sense if you persuaded the lady?

Convince...?

I can't do that, I guess. Yeah. I can't.

Finally, in order to get the carriage out to the Viscount's residence, we have to start by convincing Mr. Hall.

You guessed it from my complexion, Isabetta rushes to comfort me.

"Um, I can't give it to you directly, but as long as I just look at your face and come home before you find out, wouldn't it be okay?"

... before they find out?

Because of the panic, I stared seriously at Isabetta's face using just a crumb of expression.

"Oh, you know, lady?

"Thank you, Isabetta. If that's the case, we have to get to Chris as soon as possible!

I folded my knee and gave it to Isabetta and ran back to my room with the shawl hooked.

Come to think of it, it was simple.

The straight distance from this residence to the Viscount Bartove residence is no big deal. That's exactly where my wandering half named 'Chris' is. Enough to secure the landing point.

Then why don't you use the magic team of metastasis to talk about flying over there? Luckily, there's no one over there to come and see how 'Chris' is.

Back in the room, when I drew up the magic formations of the metastasis without hesitation, 'Chris' was also allowed to draw a pair of magic formations that would mark the landing, and goodness put in the magic for activation just in a hurry.

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Am I fatally retarded......

Next to 'Chris', who stopped moving for magic warmth, I was dropping my knees disappointingly.

Let's think and act later, me.

The room assigned for Chris was exactly the lab, except that there was a small bed on the edge of the room.

In the middle of the room is a large square table made of oak. On top of it are arranged many pieces of paper written with sorcery formations, and many different powders of colour, placed on small plates of ceramic white, make mountains.

On the other hand, the long desk, installed along the wall, was spread with a black cloth separated by a square eye about the length of the thumb, with notebooks and writing instruments for research notes to avoid that cloth.

In yet another corner, a ragged mineral stuck in a crate peeks into his head.

(And I looked indoors and tried to escape reality...)

I have a sense that I was floating.

When I heard about Isabetta, I immediately transferred here.

A total of seventy-eight product samples were then created. I recognised how easy it was to use the sorcery formations in front of me with my own magic, not through 'Chris'.

Let's reflect again. I was floating.

I made up all the samples I was thinking about, and I thought I'd go home, and I finally realized.

- I can't go home.

It was a good trip.

Because 'Chris' is here.

So, what's your way home? Nothing to mark. I don't feel comfortable just with the sorcery team I used to get there. It's too late for me to regret thinking about going home and getting ready.

(Don't be sorry, you're absolutely right)

Only the Viscount and Mr. Carl know about 'Chris' and Marizia properly in the mansion. Get in touch with the two of them and explain what's going on.

(Ah, no, that)

I forgot the rules. If you want convenience, you need to pay the right price. Even my family won't forgive me.

I just don't owe you anything more about my adopted daughter or my engagement, so what are you gonna do with more debt?

Then you can handle it on your own?

It had been quite a while since I had been encouraging myself to make samples. If we don't get home soon, we won't make it home in time for Master Crest.

I looked indoors wondering if there was anything...

"Oh well. That's the only way."

There lay 'Chris' with red tea hair.

When I check the earrings in my chest, I just lacked a little magic, so no, I make a slight scratch on the tip of my left pharmacopoeia and squeeze the blood.

I myself fell asleep on the bunk and concentrated on the 'Chris' operation.

It's been a long time since I've been able to take most of my consciousness to 'Chris'. Well, we have to be careful with the facial movements, so this is the best part.

Kathari, and makes a noise and 'Chris' leaves the room for the first time in a long time. I didn't think a set of coats that Carl had tailored before would help.

"Well, Master Chris. May I help you?"

The maid who found me comes calling. Compared to Master Crest's residence, there are many servants here. I wonder if this one is more normal.

I don't usually hear from you either, because you're weaving your jacket. For once, Pre-Construction is hired for product development, and I guess we need to clarify where we're going.

"Suddenly" Cucumber ", I was able to check with Marizia, so I'm going out"

"You shouldn't. Master Marizia is staying at another house, even though she is engaged. Sudden visit, etc. -"

"I don't care, I've been over there many times, and I'll be right back."

Was it a disaster that the detailed nobility's poor knowledge of this, and the maid rushes after me to escape?

Ugh, I wish I hadn't been stupid and honest about this.

Still, I couldn't seem to come about the outrageous rush of 'Chris', and I was able to leave the Viscount's residence safely.

(Stuck from the beginning -...)

I think I might have to apologize later, but for now, Master Crest.

I ran down the road to the mansion, careful not to hit people.

"Hey, 'Chris'?

I kind of feel like they called me a name...... no, it's my fault.

I run as I go without slowing down.

"'Chris,' stop!

With his voice, his legs went empty.

It wasn't until a second later that I let my blurry vision wander and realized I had been grabbed by my arms and hips.

There was a blue pair of eyes, "Yes Boo", that could not hide the surprise.

"Or, Master Carl...?

"I knew it was' Chris'. What happened?"

"Oh, uh, me, I need to hurry up to your mansion, so can you let me go? I'll be right back at the Viscount Mansion."

"No way, something happened to the goddess?

"No, I'm not, but before Master Crest gets home -"

I said, "What?

... Something like a very hard voice to hear?

Besides, it's like you're already letting off cold air...?

If you move your gaze so slowly that it looks like a doll and sounds like a giggie, there's an angry angel statue there.

(Done -)

Of course, I didn't even come up with the idea of lying side-by-side and deceiving, and I was supposed to explain my history in a fashionable and mysterious tone.

◇ ◆ ◇

"Marizia"

"Yes, excuse me"

When I saw that face in my own eyes, I bowed my head thoughtfully.

After meeting the two people on the way home, Master Crest was angry when he heard the circumstances, Mr. Carl laughed, and I even apologized.

In the end, with Master Crest's letter, 'Chris' headed to the mansion as originally planned and, conversely, Master Crest and Mr. Carl turned their feet to the Viscount mansion.

So, this is the situation.

Before the two arrived here, 'Chris', who arrived at the mansion over there, blued his face and worried, told Amalia that she was fine because she was rendezvous with Master Crest. Later, I installed a necklace of diamonds on the sleeping table in my room that fully sucked my blood (note: meaning as it is) as a landmark sorcery team for the metastasis and insurance against failure.

Now he's coming back the way he came. Probably will be able to get here in no time.

"Marizia. What's that an apology for?

"... uh, for your concern and effort."

To answer, I was lifted with my face pinched with both hands for a long time.

Close! I'm just scared to have that overneath neat face in front of me and eyes that burn in anger!

"Marizia. I do not allow you to leave the mansion"

Ngu, from there!

If you look at Carl standing near the entrance to the room, there is no atmosphere that just looks at Niyaniya and this one to help you.

"Marizia?"

You noticed that I was doing the "approximation" of the aftermath, and Mr. Crest's voice adds a little chill.

Scary. Scary, but not out of sight. If you want to shift your gaze elsewhere, you can see even more furious.

"I'm back now, Master Carl!

Letting 'Chris', who literally ran back, play his voice, doesn't change the temperature in the room. Master Crest didn't even move.

"Welcome home," Chris. "

Mr. Carl reacted, but somehow drew 'Chris' hips. Am I finding out that I'm trying to escape this posture by using my 'Chris' hand to the best of my ability?

"... I have a sense that I did something I shouldn't have done. So I was locked up in this room so no one would see me."

"Marie, that's not what I'm trying to say."

Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't go out on your own. You want to tell me!

But I want to repay the Viscount as soon as possible!

No matter how many times I've told Master Crest before, it wasn't a good idea. After all, I guess I'm not convinced about the adoption or engagement that's going on in disregard of Master Crest's will.

I chewed my lower lip off all the time, not knowing what to say to understand me anymore.

"Hey, goddess?

It was Mr. Carl's voice that reached my ear like that. I've been softly slapping 'Chris' to make sure he doesn't sound like Master Crest.

I let that word snort 'Chris' small to signal my consent, and I opened my mouth.

"Don't you trust me, Master Crest?

"What?"

"I'm not a child, so wherever I go, I'll come home."

Emerald's eyes opened slightly, as he was suddenly punctuated by a "not a child" statement.

"My place to go is, you know... whenever, next to Master Crest, you can think about it, right?

The truth is, I was set up to say, "Your neighbor is where I'm going," but I can't be that thick. Even if they ever say they love you or anything, it's about Master Crest. I can't throw away the possibility that my favorite hug doll chose the words I wanted, either, so that she never escapes.

Master Crest, staring down at me, suddenly gave me a hug. I mean, it's painful!

"We're leaving."

"... Yes"

As it was, although the two of us returned home in the magic formation of the transition, the memory of Lord Crest not letting go of his arms, which he had not quite embraced in my bedroom at the point of arrival, or being watched with warm eyes, even as he apologized to Amalia and Isabetta, whom he worried, came to a box of black history that he did not even want to recall.

In addition, Mr. Carl also firmly swore that the tickle would make 'Chris' an angry feather and he would never move without thought again.

Incidentally, the product samples I showed Mr Carl and Viscount Bartove were well received.

From the only slightly different group of samples, the twenty-first sample was to be commercialized as a result of discussing allekore in the light of the sun and candles "candles" or watermarked, and inviting even the merchant of the Viscountry Goodwill (Konyi), who runs the jewellery.

It is the story of the following spring that will be sold under the trade name "Rüge Diamant" which means "Diamond of Lies" in its depth of transparency and brilliance, which I do not think is glass. It was a month before that that the first revelation was heard and surprised that it was going to be Mr. Edel's wedding.