How to Escape from an Implacable Man

9. Goddess (* cull perspective)

My name is Carl Bartove.

A knight belonging to the Royal Knights. For once, I plan to inherit the title from my parents, but I hope my daughter-in-law has a beautiful bloody daughter because she is a growing aristocrat whose previous generations were only big merchants.

I mean, if you're a beautiful lady, you're always welcome.

Unfortunately, it seems like I'm better suited to cross between a bunch of women than to devote myself to one. My grandfather and father have a lot of mistresses, and I guess that's the kind of blood muscle.

My best friend like that is Crest Arge, who draws the blood of a clean Count family. It's the opposite of what I picturesque thin. [M] I'm just with a crest with a great face that can only be appreciated as a beauty shape, and your lady drops in with a huge crowd, but unfortunately the crest also doesn't have the affectionate "ah" lettering. A lot of ladies say it's good there, so the world is doing well.

Like me, I thought Crest would choose one of the ladies who would come by appropriately to be his wife, but it wasn't until I turned fourteen that I found out it was completely off target.

"It's my prayer, my only savior"

In competing for and learning sword moves, horseback riding, and a variety of knowledge, Crest had occasionally started to whine "Marizia".

Asking what the word stands for only returns the aforementioned answers. I thought he'd been a little chilled for a long time, so I was worried he'd woken up in God's way because of something.

Well, I was right in a way.

I heard the maids rumor at Uncle Algiers' separate residence, which I went through several times. A child bought by an uncle who drowns his youngest son. A gift that my youngest child, who does not speak of childish childhood, was rarely a parent.

Luckily, I was able to see my best friend Goddess only once.

In the mansion, like a cat who was dressed in beautiful clothes and still brought to a place she didn't know, a girl who was walking in a vigilant circle.

I remember being impressed that even children looked oddly colorful because of the impossibility of knotting up dark hair that wasn't very long, with hind hair falling on the white, thin neck muscles.

When I spoke, somewhere anxious, I still sparkled my deep amethyst eyes with curiosity.

Unfortunately, Crest found me, and I couldn't make a big deal out of it.

I bought it, and it's rumored that it hasn't drawn noble blood. If you know you're going to get kicked in the ass with "irrelevant," and you ask me what I'm going to do with that girl,

"It would be decided to leave it aside"

The sincere unreadable answer returned.

Whether it was meant to be "married" or "hired" or "surrounded," I couldn't get into the detour because I was in a bad mood as soon as I talked about that kid.

Back then, Crest, who had already left her wanting the title of a beautiful boy, was still not blessed by her same-age and same-sex friends without her expressionless, emotionless, and heartless trinity. Oh, there's no four if you put a silence in it.

How many times have I thought I was scared, especially when Aesthetic is angry?

Still, I kept staying beside him because he was told by his merchant-soulless father that there was no harm in keeping him friends, and because he was kind of funny with the type who wasn't around.

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When I heard that the girl was gone, I remember donning when I saw the furious crest that the magician who had originally taken her had taken her away.

I was also surprised at him for being absurd in his voice, but the look on his face scared me for some reason.

That belongs to me, that's the same enemy role that comes out of my sister's well-read romance novel when I look at him mouthing something like that. Or something with a head paralyzed by fear that ran away from reality.

Even though I became a knight apprentice after a few years, I saw the crest still looking for her, and if there was such a thing as madness, I guess it was this in front of me, or as a complete other HR.

I've been having fun with multiple ladies since that time, and I couldn't help but leave Crest alone.

I guess the girl who was taking on this, albeit temporarily = Marie, had a rough day, too. Seriously, that girl from the goddess only lasted four months.

Thinking about it, I began to think that the mage who sold Marie did not take it back, but that Marie herself might have escaped by some means.

Either way, it's none of my business, I should have thought.

I had no idea that in the middle of the mission, I was going to see that kid who had grown up completely like a daughter.

What is imposed on new American knights is mainly policing within the Wang Dynasty and patrolling the region. I thought the regional tour would help me with later assignments by taking me to various regions, but for me, who didn't intend to remain a knight for life, I would create a basement to help my father do his job.

My father is a rooted merchant who has his hands in a variety of businesses and is particularly passionate about dominating the epidemic. When he found something rare or famous in a region he didn't know about, he also made the call to let him know immediately.

Unfortunately, the patrol at that time was a town without any fame such as this. The mountains are fruitful, but not particularly harvested, and the iron mines are soggy. It was like a town everywhere.

I found her in the dining room taken by a senior who was circling with me.

Am, the child, who was called Amalia, had a gorgeous slip between the table and the chair to carry a delicious looking fixed meal menu and interacted with the guests laughing.

He looks like that kid. I'm sure that kid lives his days somewhere like this. So don't worry.

It was probably a mistake to think that way and tell Crest about it.

But as a friend, I didn't have the nerve to watch Crest suffer from lack of sleep or worse faceless expressions looking for a girl who never showed any signs of being found. However, I was going to console him that he didn't have to worry when he saw a similar child during the patrol and I'm sure he would be fine.

"Where is it?"

"It was Waldstow.... hey. I'm sure it's someone else. He had a different name."

When I heard the story, I pulled back the standing crest in a hurry.

"Name?"

"Yes. Am I, Amalia? Or so they called it. It's not Marizia."

"Amalia......?

Rolling the name in his mouth as irritating, he slightly wrinkled between his brows.

"Amalia is the maid I was wearing on Marie."

When I threw up, now it was time to shake off my restraint and Crest left the room.

In the end, Marizia, who had changed her name to Amalia, was to be returned to the mansion.

I haven't been bothered by anything resembling guilt in a long time. It's probably the first time I've had this thought in a women's relationship.

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"It's unusual to have a client here."

It was Marie who called me.

On that day, I arrived a long time earlier than I had promised when I came to Crest's mansion to flee, being chased by a courtier who mistake the social decree for a verbal complaint.

She was the one who talked to me when I was looking at the trees that settled down in the east room and headed into the fall, wondering if I could blur in the garden once in a while.

Tied up her rich dark hair, she was accompanied by two women. Is it an escort from the start? My eyes were drawn to my fleshy chest, but I, as a knight, sounded my alarm at the noisy things lowered to my forged limbs and hips.

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

I laughed and nodded at the two more like watchmen than the escort.

Marie was finally allowed to have a conversation, but unfortunately she didn't seem to remember me.

When I said I also saw you working in the dining room, I felt like you were just staring at me for a second, but it was your fault, wasn't it? Or do you resent me after all?

Marie has been asking me questions, sparkling her purple dark eyes with curiosity, just like she did four years ago.

How did you interpret my appreciation for coming back to Marie? What you're asking me is about Crest.

Yes, until Marie comes back, the crest that kept the extremely cold air together all the time, but now it's soothing enough to say Haruhi. As much as I've noticed, I'm sure Marie appreciates the people in the mansion.

"Does he have something to fear, too?"

I blew it out unexpectedly.

No real consciousness!

What are you doing, Crest!

You're falling in love with me by all kinds of warrants, and you don't have an approach to fate?

How many faceless, emotionless, heartless, silent four, so there will be limits!

Personally, I'd like to blow in the fact that I don't have any allergies and see where I get stuck, but I'm a friend of Crest's.

For a friend who can easily be misunderstood, I should tell you the truth!

Never thought this was funny, either!

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

"What are you doing there"

Because it's going to be gone, my words retreat without coming out of the throat.

All units, retreat!

"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?

This is an angry face. I forgot to discourage my voice. [M]

Look, I also feel like Marie's expression sitting across the street is stiff and tense.

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

Wow, like germs about people. Well, as for myself having fun with all kinds of ladies, I wouldn't deny it.

"Can you hurt me, what does that mean?

I can't wait to see Crest answering Marie's pure question "meaning as it is". Crest's perception of me is terrible, but Marie's whiteness is dazzling. That's the goddess.

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

Wow, that's a bad answer. If you tell me you were having a "fun" chat, I'll catch a sore eye later. I'm afraid of the goddess' natural beginnings. I opened my mouth in a panic.

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

"About me?

Crest to make sure Marie, not me.

Wow, that hurts. Don't you trust my words?

In the meantime, Marie nodded properly, so my unfortunate future seems to have been avoided.

Crest looked in the direction of the day after she could no longer see Marie staring up right next to her.

Oh, can you even illuminate the crest?

That's the goddess. Wow!

If I admired it so much in my heart, for some reason Marie turned to the end of Crest's gaze.

Huh?

Goddess, haven't you noticed?

The guy in front of you, he's just lit up, isn't he? You didn't see anything, did you?

My abdominal muscles, enlightened by Crest's complete one-way path, caused cramps. Even though I knew I would definitely get hurt later if I laughed, my abs couldn't fight it alone.

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

If I accidentally leaked my voice, I would have gotten an iron fist sanction from Crest.

Marie agrees strongly when she brings the story of a couple events Thunder King Festival hot to the destruction of at least. Crest was also hit by Marie's fervent gaze and fell. Now that my abs have worked hard, there is no sanction.

"One, listen, why call Carl's name?

Oh, hey, if you're alarmed, there's a jealousy flag.

If you ask me, Marie didn't call the name of Crest.

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

Remember my name?

"Uh, Mr. Crest Arge."

You want me to call you by your name, Crest.

I guess the natural goddess doesn't realize that.

I finger Crest and tell Marie, "Call me by name," to avoid the sanctions flag for jealousy.

Pass it on.

Otherwise, I might not be able to go home satisfied with my five bodies.

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