How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Ouch.

Oh, how painful.

"Marizia?"

"Nothing, Master Crest."

If I returned the suspicious voice of the man next door with a grin forged from my mother-in-law, she would shut me up.

... Still, it hurts.

It may be since that Thunder King festival that I'm about to burn with my gaze. Even then my back was on fire with a sharp gaze.

Alongside Viscount Bartove and his wife, as well as Edel Laessa and Carl, I was introduced as a 'daughter'.

The touch of a certain baron's run away "shuffled" daughter's oblivion, but such would not be present at this nightclub, such as someone who genuinely believes in pre-construction.... That's what Master Crest says.

It is natural to think of it as' a daughter rapidly prepared to get connected to Uncle Arje 'if combined with the announced fact of her engagement with Master Crest. Or it would be around "Daughter Prepared to Attract Three Outstanding Count Boys". There is not a handful of people who know that it is neither of them.

If you let Mr. Carl tell you, 'I have prepared three Count boys to connect and stop goose laying golden eggs' is the right thing to do, apparently. Master Crest is said to excel in the Knights, but you think the contribution to business is more important to the Bartove Viscount family?

"Though I don't know what horsebone it is"

"Alongside your princess of ice, you are very inferior."

'Cause it's a political ploy anyway.

Oh, hissohisso, and then you're telling me to sound like it, ladies. But what I hear also sounds like my neighbor, "The Ice Prince" (laughs) Death Yo.

Whether you put a fan in your hand on your mouth or that dress shines in the light, its full of jealousy and jealousy is honest and ugly. It is not the gaze but already the "spur line" that can be directed from the ladies who often thought of or would have targeted Master Crest. It's nothing more than a crunchy and stabbing thing.

Still, I'm listening to them all and maintaining a smile because of a kind of relief that as long as I can get through this, and the silent pressure from my stepfamily that if I can't get on with this, too.

"This, Lord Crest. Long time no see."

It was a good uncle with "Cuckoo" who greeted him with a smile. Of course, I don't recognize you.

But the lady standing next to me has a tough gaze on her. I don't know anymore, every woman of my age has looked like an enemy. I don't think I'm ever over-conscious.

"Count Glenbeck. I heard your wife was ill and returned to territory, how about a little more or less?"

"Oh, it's not that big of a deal. Originally, my wife..."

"Your mother doesn't seem to be in the right air in Wangdu. If you're in the beautiful air of the territory, you're doing very well."

Hey, it's supposed to block my own father's words or something I shouldn't do...... Huh!

A makeup lady, who tied up her black hair beautifully and gave her a clear look in her eyes, comes looking at this one with a glimpse.

How many of these ladies will come looking straight at me? I'm tired of counting anymore.

"Dear Crest. Thank you so much for directing and guarding me in the castle the other day. I'm so glad you're so kind to me."

"Until I did what I deserved as someone who belonged to the Knights. I hope you don't mind."

How many times has this been the first time you've seen a cool, polite Crest? From now on, every time I do this kind of exchange, I have strength in my hands that I turn to my hips. If I accidentally fall on Master Crest, I would like him to stop... while I am itching to worry about my surrounding ears and eyes and not be able to say anything.

"Is that Miss Marizia?

"Yes, nice to meet you. My name is Marizia Bartove."

The lady who looked seriously at my face laughs, "Huh."

Speaking of me, I wondered if my eyelashes were not heavy enough to increase the amount of lashes and send them to the wind.... Never a real escape.

"Maybe he used to take you at the Thunder King Festival?

"... have you seen him? I'm sorry. I, too, have been called out by many women on that occasion alone, but, ladies and gentlemen, I do not remember your name at all, and I apologize."

In fact, I was able to find out in part of my bridesmaid education that it was not an act that I was ever praised for not naming or asking for names against the first sight woman I was accompanying, even if it was not just a place of format, that was voiced. Edel-sama, who has lectured me several times, even tattooed me to say, "When a lady comes to get involved, stop doing the opposite."

"As it were, well, my name is Elizabeth Glenbeck. You'll also have the opportunity to meet me at nightclubs and such in the future -"

"Right. Regards, 'Wife'

Pocan, and Miss Elizabeth saw a man standing next to me.

I wanted to do the same, but if I did it in my hands that turned to my hips and I was forced to do it, I'd have to hide the upset.

"Wife,... are you?

"Oh, excuse me. I got a little carried away. I'm finally getting it, sweetheart."

"Ha ha, this looks like Lord Crest, you're totally in love with your fiancée. Okay, now."

Miss Elizabeth walked away from us so that her father, who stood next to her, could pull her. From afar, he said, "I can't do that. Give it up early" what a voice I hear. No, I didn't want to hear it. Keep the volume down a little bit, Father.

"Um, Master Crest?

"What?

From now on, I just want you to stop sneering at me when you look at me.

"That, on purpose, right?

"Yeah, I'd say it, and the other side would pull right back. Besides, you're going to be my wife before it's too far away, so it's okay."

also, there will be a problem!

Well, you can say hello to your master, you can say hello to Viscount Bartove, and I said hello to Count Algiers, but I've just announced my engagement!

"Marie. Don't smile at too many other guys"

"Um, I think it's the most important thing to create a friendly atmosphere"

As the two of us interact in a covert manner to avoid being heard around us, I feel the stabbing on my back has become even more rugged.

I'm not talking about the big deal, but it seems to be something pissed off after all. Guys, I don't know about Master Crest's nature, so I guess I can favor him that way.

In fact, listening to me greet next door, I was like, "Who is this guy?" Or so I think. The first time I saw an outward-looking Crest other than the Knights, I thought, "It's someone else next door! was."

"Shit, Squadron Leader! Congratulations on your engagement to the goddess."

That pure voice of blessing echoed like a sober in my ears full of holes stabbed by the malicious gaze of the ladies.

Somewhere a young man with an atmosphere that reminded him of his favorite dog was laughing at Nico in front of him.

A familiar scorched tea hair and almost as tall as mine. And above all, the name "goddess". They're all dressed in nightclub clothes, but they're Crest's men.

What can I do for you?

"Of course, a word of celebration"

"Not necessary. Go back."

As always, Master Crest's response is cold without the lake in the middle of winter.

Not breaking my smile next door, I desperately pulled his name out of my head.

"Dear Finn. Hey, thanks for coming. I'm so glad you're celebrating in person."

The words caught the strength of Master Crest's arms around my hips, and Mr. Finn's mouth somehow caught on.

"Besides being remembered by name, being smiled at or something, you're already going to die..."

I know what you're trying to say, but is it enough to be so pessimistic? No, given the character of the man next door, I might not be wrong, though.

"Actually, Captain Crest. I'd like to borrow your ears for a moment..."

Mr. Finn, who left his face cramped, whispered a little "Saya" to you in Crest's ear. Unfortunately, I can't hear that. I thought if this were to happen, I should have incorporated it somewhere in the sound collection formation, but if I did that, I would pick it up from the mouth of the root of the 'Spike Line' to the malice that leaks. I shook my head small that I just wouldn't hold it mentally.

"... at a time like this, it's troublesome"

"No, I think it's because this is the time"

The cold air of Master Crest, who heard what the story was about, is not hammering.

When I turned my gaze softly towards Master Crest and wondered how much trouble had happened, my eyebrows dropped slightly as if I was in trouble for some reason.

"Marizia. Don't move from this place. Keep Finn and Argent on. But don't talk more than you have to."

I saw a silver-haired young man approaching from behind Mr. Finn. I'm sure that's Mr. Argent.

"Finn, Argent. Don't let Marie get too close to you. And stay away from Marie."

"What do you want me to do?

"You got it."

"Ha, ha."

Confirming the reply of the two young men in their pushed form, Master Crest turned his back on Marie and disappeared beyond the waves of men.

"Uh, Master Finn met you once, but is Mr. Argent also a member of the Knights?

"Ah -, yes. I was a knight apprentice just like this Finn, and I owe a great deal to the Squadron Leader."

The silver-haired young man who replies bishly doesn't look directly at me for some reason. If I take a peek at Mr. Finn next door, he's similarly out of sight somewhere.

... Is that it, or is he telling me not to look directly at it?

To be honest, I'd just like to ask the Squadron Leader what Mr. Crest does for a promotion, but... I don't know if I can do it. But I can't keep my mouth shut, and if the topic is just about Master Crest, well, I guess it's okay.

"Um, there's definitely something I'd like to ask you both."

"... Yes"

Was it because of the earlier order 'Don't talk more than you need' that there was a time to reply? At this time, I shall set aside my consideration of the two people in front of me and make my interests a priority. 'Cause if you don't, it won't last.

"What about Master Crest since he became squadron leader? It looks like you're busy compared to before."

"Now it's in the form of a team leader and concurrent duties for our own platoon, so I do think we're busy"

Mr. Finn. It's good that you answer me, but now I'm like, "Good, on the subject of Master Crest......!" Haven't you been the first to whine? No, I know how you feel, but I want you to at least make sure I don't hear you.

"At the end of the period of succession, we can focus on our responsibilities as Squadron Leaders, so I was wondering if the burden would also be lighter"

"Well, it is."

I also thought when I heard you were a platoon captain, I was worried that Master Crest would be able to hold the managerial position, but it seems surprisingly okay. Are your people okay with being so faceless, untouched, heartless, and silent? My stomach mainly.

"Dear Finn... So is Mr. Argent, but is Mr. Crest admired as captain?

Even though it was a simple question, for some reason both Mr. Finn and Mr. Argent looked at each other.

"The captain is certainly not a very expressive person, but he's a good caretaker, isn't he?

"And that sword move! That guy moves less in vain and watches and as a love affair!

"I had the impression at first that I was scared, but I think I was lucky to be assigned to the Squadron Leader"

"I agree with Finn. He's very serious, although he's easily misunderstood by his appearance."

Praised alternately, I accidentally pulled a half step.

It's full of incredible thoughts. It's so unexpected to hear that Master Crest can be praised for "taking good care of him."

"Oh, you've just announced your engagement, and you're already working on a young man?

Suddenly, she was stabbed by the malice of the young lady. Until then the gentle air was instantly smashed, and I could see the faces of Mr. Finn and Mr. Argent, who were a step away from me in discipline.

Speaking of me, I turned my gaze to the Lord of that voice with a slow trick to avoid showing upset.

The hanging eyes that seem to be strong are the blue of sapphire. The pale green dress that surrounds you is an unfamiliar design reminiscent of some exotic emotion. And look at the hair fastening with a large butterfly design adorned with intricately knotted gold tea hair, and be sure.

(Miss Marguerite Pier, right...)

Edel, you and Carl told me to be careful.

A noble young lady who has been in exile from a neighbouring country and has a one-generation aristocracy due to the special circumstances involved in the reasons for her asylum. Does her half-brother and her mother plan to make Miss Marguerite the heir wife of the Baron/Viscount or the daughter-in-law of a second and third son who draws more blood than the Count? It's all as a fabric stone to my half-brother's epistle.

Anything, they've been approaching me with something since Master Crest was a knight apprentice. Unfortunately, I could not hear from Master Crest himself, but I could hear from Mr. Hurl, who manages the mansion, that he had sent messengers over and over again.

And, well, there seems to be some complicated circumstances, but at the time Mr. Crest gave the information that he was announcing his engagement, I heard signs that Mr. Carl was trying to be targeted... Even if the parents are so switched, can't the person switch, or do something to the stomach?

Only at times like this, there is no next door to Master Crest, who was ravishing that he would protect me,... the other way around? I guess it's because Master Crest isn't here that he stormed in.

Well, even Edel said, "If anything comes, put it on Cotempan and have a treat. Crest chose Marie better than you chose Crest, so I don't need any hesitation or forgiveness." This should be handled properly.

"Well, don't get me wrong. These two are competent men of Lord Crest. Mr. Crest, who had to leave me next door, followed me."

In the meantime, I'll pay tribute to the pre-emptive jabs. This one's motivated. Anyway, I've always been exposed to the malice of the ladies, and I've been held captive by my neighbor's fiancée, and my frustrations have grown.

"Oh, that's rude. Anyway, he's not born anywhere. I'm sure you're good at getting into your lord's house, but you pushed me."

Miss Marguerite grinned with a sneer and a black smile as she grinned, looking wandering from my heavenly side to her feet.

"Your hair, your eyes, you're a lot plain. So I often put it next to that beautiful ice princess."

I see, will you attack me from there? Isn't it brilliantly despicable to attack the colours of birth from a place where nothing can be done?

... My teacher and his matching brunette are denigrated, and I come with a cock just as well.

"Next to the golden glow of that one, don't you think you deserve a bright color like me, an unmistakable look?

Yeah, I'm fine. There's no way we're going to lose our tranquillity around here.

Compared to when I was running away from Master Crest, there's no such thing as a sheer dislike. It won't hurt my stomach. He asked me to stand in front of Master Crest, who wrapped up his anger. Compared to that extreme cold blizzard, it's just such a cool breeze.

It's okay. As a Viscount Lady, it doesn't hinder you in any way, even though you smile properly.

I smiled as I told myself that.

"Hehe, you're making a hell of a misunderstanding."

"... what are you laughing at?

You didn't expect me to say it back, Miss Marguerite gave me a strange look.

Oh, they had misled me because the whole time Master Crest was next door and answered the person who was coming to greet me next door with only a few words with a 'good grin' slapped in by my mother-in-law.

Instead, even if Master Crest isn't next door, he can stretch and move, this "who can't be born anywhere"!

"Master Crest is not a fool to be confused by people's appearance."

Oh, my God, because it's enough to find 'Chris' without being confused by his appearance!

"I don't know which lady you are, but don't underestimate Mr. Crest like that."

If you gently determined that you "disparaged Master Crest," a whisper of hissing and malice also descended on Miss Marguerite from the other warrants you were watching.

While you do it yourself, but, - What's this flow, scary?

This is an occasion to thank my mother-in-law and Edel for teaching me how to fight at night clubs, but I can only say that I'm scared that I can see this changing spearhead of malice.

"Marizia"

Back in this Taming!

Gigigi, and if you turn around in motion that you don't know if you're slowly or slowly, there was a sparking ice princess there.

"I'm sorry to leave you alone. - Is something wrong?

"No, Master Crest. Can I help you now?

Anything wrong? And as I was running my gaze at Miss Marguerite, asking, I must know something, but I was soaked that it was better to go through here.

"Finn, Argent, was there nothing?

"is that -"

"Well, Master Crest. Don't you trust me? It's terrible."

I couldn't wait to be reported on purpose, and I did my best to take Master Crest's hand and attract him. There was agitation in the back of Master Crest's eyes at the unusual behavior.

"Dear Finn, Dear Argent. Thank you for standing by my side while Master Crest is away."

Don't talk, smiling with care, he apparently guessed, saying affirmative words that there was nothing. Thanks.

Think about it and you'll see.

Dear Crest, Knowing that I was entangled by a courtier during my absence They take me home even though I'm in the middle of a night club & reprimand me that Mr. Finn and Mr. Argent couldn't protect me.

If you keep your mouth shut, no one loses money.

"Um, Master Crest. I'm a little thirsty. May I go get a drink?

"- Oh, let's go together"

Disappointed to hold my hips, I was escorted 'forcefully' as it was, leaving the spot behind.

The ladies' malicious gaze targeted me again, but there was no sign of Miss Marguerite coming after me, so let's just keep it good.

... Nevertheless, if it's just a little further away from me, I guess I shouldn't stay away from Master Crest, even if it's slightly cramped.

"Marie?"

"Yes."

If you respond to any concerns, the face of the neighbor, Master Crest... Chi, close!

"Have you talked to those two about anything?

"Yep."

Because I accidentally answered honestly, Master Crest wraps up an aura of extreme cold. Shit, I rushed on to the word, thinking.

"Because of that, I was asking how Master Crest's job has been since he was promoted to Squadron Leader. Well, I know it's going to be tough until the handover is over, but don't push it too hard."

You don't have knee pillows when you fall from overwork, do you?

If you look up with that feeling in mind, only one beat of silent Crest laughs up the edge of your mouth small, and stays -

(- Ew!!

My face gets hot all at once.

Hey, on the forehead, eh! My lips......!!

"Marizia. Thanks for worrying"

No.

I'm still unfamiliar with this guy's abrupt behavior like this.

You said you left Miss Marguerite so well, what is this sense of defeat?