How to Escape from an Implacable Man

Crest Arge, eighteen.

Even though he belongs to the Royal Knights and is still a rank that is said to be New America, both Bunwu are highly regarded.

Unsympathetically, that overbearing beauty is popular with the aristocratic ladies, and the future is full, and the engagement clinic is endless?

Originally, he was asked to take on the role of aide to his eldest brother, who would inherit the house, but there seems to be a widespread anecdote that he preached his parents that he wanted to "use his life not for many of his inhabitants, but for just one he admitted". Mr. Hurl, who would have known the truth, did not tell me anything, so I do not know if it is true.

I wish I could get away from here before there are rumors that I'm currently letting my elderly daughter live in your mansion.

That's all I thought about, and I sighed small.

I took two weeks to lay down a small friendship with a servant, gather information and try to organize it, and there is no sign of a breakthrough.

The only consolation would be that you found there was sympathy for me under house arrest? Still, everyone is afraid of their husbands.

That's right. I don't really know what you're thinking because your expression is scarce, and you're the kind of husband who would strangle people even if they cut a puff.

... Oh, it's getting kind of pathetic.

I look down on the garden that has been completely autumnal. As always, we don't get permission to embroider, so we only have two choices: read or walk.

If you open the window small, a refreshing breeze will rub my dark hair.

"… then we'll take a proper stroll through the garden and kill time"

"I am truly sorry. As soon as I've cleared up my husband's errands, I'll let him call me."

"No, I came earlier than time. It's my fault, never mind"

The slightly audible conversation apparently leaked out the front door.

My decision was quick.

"I'll take a walk in the garden. Please escort me."

I spoke to the two escorts and turned the room back with a slightly bouncing foothold.

- The person of interest, could be found immediately.

several east houses set up throughout the garden, one of which he sat in. Speak from me before the escort stops.

"It's unusual to have a client here. Are you a customer?

Then the man with chestnut hair turned. Is it about the same age and stature as the master of your residence? When he looked at me, his blue eyes opened wide.

"Maybe, Marie?

Well, I tilt my neck wondering if it was someone I knew.

He scratched his cheek with a troubled bitter smile, he couldn't remember, could he?

"Dear Marizia,"

Saara, the escort who stood between me and him, raises a stern voice.

Maybe they're telling me to stay out of contact with external humans. That overprotective husband wouldn't be surprised to have given such an order.

But I didn't mean to miss my chance.

"Mr. Saara. This is an official customer, right? Nothing dangerous."

Push away the confused Mr. Saara and bow his head to the man in front of him, "Excuse me," he said.

"No, I don't care. Uh, did you say Saara? I'm a friend of Crest's, and I'm on an upfront visit today. I can't possibly do anything to Miss Marie, and if there's still a problem, I'll tell Crest directly from me. - So for once, can you step back?

Saara gazed at her partner, Ermina, in a calm tone and not letting her say yes or no, and nodded small.

"Please, stay away from Marizia more than you need to"

"Oh, I knew you would. Copy that."

I sat down on the bench in the East Room, as recommended to him by the way I was convinced.

"I'm Carl Bartove. Actually, I've been face-to-face with you twice, but you don't remember, do you?

"Dear Carl,

I carry my memories by hand. But I shook my head small, not even remembering when I saw him.

"No, the first time was four years ago, and the second time... it was when you were on female pay, so you can't help but remember"

Female salary, when I worked in the cafeteria? But I can't believe Mr. Carl, who's probably noble, is coming to a local cafeteria.

"Maybe, Knight, is it?

"Yes, I went to the dining room where you worked during the patrol. I'm surprised. I didn't think the goddess of Crest could be here."

Haha, and I clenched my fist all the time with Carl with a people-loving smile on his side.

I don't think so.

"Um, could you tell me that story?"

"Oh, of course I told Crest. He said he saw a kid who looked a lot like Marie. It's another name, so it would be someone else, but it would be like that when you grow up, or something."

You're the ex-con!

It's all your fault that I was kidnapped and placed under house arrest for working fun in the dining room!

I wrote down "Carl Bartove" in the second place on the Solemn List in my heart. Of course, I won't say who the first place is, but it remains immovable.

Now that I have my guard's eyes all the time, I can't plant grant magic, but when the surveillance is loose, I'm gonna call on you for misfortune!

"Thanks to you for coming to this mansion, the crest that was so sting has always been human. Really, what a thank you."

That would make it somewhat more pleasant to push one person into a situation where they would be under house arrest and even have a conversation!

"Really?" he replied obscurely, putting up with a lot of complaining about cursing.

Relax, we shouldn't waste our chances talking to non-servants for now. If you knew that guy, you'd know one or two of his weaknesses. Shut up and throw up.

"Um... can I ask you more about that one?

Margot, the hardware store who was a regular at lunch, used to say. "Men make good minds, let them luxury and contribute and numb," he said!

Thank you, Mr. Margot. I'm sorry I overheard you then. Your teaching is useful in this far away land.

"You mean Crest? Fine, I'll tell you everything. Ask me anything?

"Well, does that one have something to fear, too?

Mr. Carl blew out for some reason to my question, which was precisely an attempt to explore his weaknesses.

"Ma, Marie says that?

"What is this funny," replies Carl, holding down his cramped belly. Did I ask you such a weird question?

"I've decided that. What he's afraid of is Marie."

"What are you doing there"

Surprise! And it wasn't only Mr. Carl in front of me that shook my shoulder, but also me.

"Uh, uh, crest? Have you done your errands yet?

"Oh, I heard you were coming, I cut you up early"

"When I got rid of my errands, I heard you were gonna let me get someone, huh?

I can see Carl's mouth pulling on the question in one piece. His gaze is directed at the person who would be standing behind me, but I was terrified and couldn't turn around.

The tone of your voice increases at all times and is low. I feel very angry.

"If you let me go get the bad guys, I'll get your poison fangs. One young servant was useless last month."

"Dude, you say that in front of a cute kid? The other day, 'cause I was just having a little chat with my young maid -"

"Marie, don't ever exchange words with this guy again. []/(exp, v5r) to be disgusted/to be disgusted/to be disgusted/"

I turned terribly.

Blonde hair that is clear to the sun is slightly flashed by the blowing wind and sparkles. It was shadowed by backlight and the expression could not be read, but its emerald eyes contained the obvious "Shin". It reminds me of the heavenly use of judgment upon man, which I saw in religious paintings a long time ago.

"Can you hurt me, what does that mean?

When asked under the guise of calm, he immediately returned, "It means as it is".

"I was just having a nice chat with this guy."

Looking up while sitting on the bench made me want to cry for more intimidation.

"Oh, yeah. Marie's going to ask me about Crest, so I thought I'd give her a funny, crazy answer."

"About me?

The anger in his eyes disappeared as the tide drew, and I nodded small at him. If I knew I was trying to examine my weaknesses, I might be in trouble again, but I instinctively knew that I should do what Mr. Carl said here.

As he stared up, for some reason he pressed his mouth and looked aside.

Is there someone ahead of that gaze, and nothing to look in the same direction as.

If I knew him, I might know what he was thinking, and when I saw Mr. Carl, he was having trouble breathing with his belly for some reason.

"Hit, cum, cum,... this, whatever, comedy"

I wonder what got you in such a bump.

I tried to look up at him again and noticed he wasn't there.

"Guru!"

Soon I was dropping fist bones in Mr. Carl's brain. Someone who moves faster than I thought. Let's be careful.

"Marie, you can ask me if you want to know about me."

"Hey, Cle... seriously, it hurts"

I compared him to Mr. Carl in tears.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Carl's head, you should chill it, right? Somebody call and give me a hand."

"Marie"

He grabbed my hand and let me stand.

"This is good. Golden Wheel, stay away from this guy."

"But..."

I stare at his face. I hardened my resolve as to whether I was going to miss such a light-hearted source of information, but I almost screwed up with the faceless look in front of me.

"Marie"

I was called by name to blame, and I was called to blame.

"Crest, isn't it a little harsh?

Mr. Carl, who should have been holding his head and moaning until just now, reaches out for salvation.

"I know you want to keep such a pretty girl around you, but no, not that one, not this one either, what a stuffy breath you're gonna have"

Ooh! Savior than I expected! I stared at Mr. Carl unexpectedly with a sparkling eye.

"He's a cute kid, and I know you say you don't want to let him out of the mansion, but there's gonna be more to do, right?

"Things to do," he said?

"Why don't you and I go out together for the next Thunder King Festival? - Marie, the Thunder King Festival is a feast of Thor the Thunder God, but we make a big bonfire and pray in the Hamilian gardens in the center of the king's capital. Don't you want to see it?

A bonfire or a festival? Can we get out of your mansion?

to a word that sounds kind of funny, I try to snort

"Uh."

Hiraki looked up at him next door.

Do you want to go?

He looks kind of nasty, too. Still lacking expression and not sure.

"I want to see it,"

There is a height difference of more than one minute from him right in front of you, so it becomes a natural and upward charge.

Also, he turned to me.

Right, I knew you couldn't. No matter how powerful the Savior's push is.

"One thing, I ask you."

As I leaned naturally, I turned to him.

"Why would you call Carl's name?

"? Mr. Carl is, Mr. Carl, right?

I did not know the intent of the question and I leaned my neck.

Remember my name?

"Uh, Mr. Crest Arge."

Ha-ha-ha, there's no way you've forgotten the name of this hateful boy. Because if I forget, there's no point in a solemn list!

That's kind of Mr. Carl pantomiming.

I only pamper my mouth and point my finger at "Ah-Ma-eh". You mean sweet? Such impotence.

"Um...?

The beautiful young man in front of me, who for some reason is in a grumpy mode, is staring at me.

Second, I remembered a conversation about when.

Speaking of which, you said you wanted me to call you by name or something.

I was deliberately trying not to call my name because I didn't recognize the tyrant in front of me as a bloody human being.

Well, if permission to go out goes down as far as calling it by name, maybe it's just the right deal material.

"Uh, festival, I'd like to see it.... Dear Crest"

Then his hand stroked my head softly.

"Okay. Consider."

Now, for a moment, did you laugh? This guy...?

He - Master Crest - left, grabbing the root of Mr. Carl, who was also surprised at me, as he left me.