Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

As Darya continued to look at the magic guides around her, Osvaldo approached her.

"Miss Dahlia, please use this next one"

Handed to me with white gloves was a gold card. The name of the store named Right Eye of the Goddess is engraved with the delicate statue of the Goddess.

"Um, what about this one?

"You will be free to enter our store. Wolframe is not here, and you are free to come to the store at any time, even if you are alone or I am not in the store, to see the magic equipment"

Darya hasn't bought anything.

Even though they are magicians, they are not the same age and have never interacted with each other. I don't know why I get a card.

Looking at himself in wonder, Osvaldo did his hand on that slightly darker gray hair.

"I owe Carlo... I said I wanted to thank him, 'If my daughter ever goes to the store one day, I want her to show me her magic equipment. If you don't go, keep it to yourself until you die'. We made the cards at that time."

"My father..."

"I'm so glad to see you today. If you go over there one day, you can tell Carlo owed you back."

"Um, if you don't mind, can I tell you something about borrowing?

The man in front of him breathed loudly only once and lay his eyes down.

"... I'm ashamed that when I was younger, my wife ran off with funds with the guy in the store. If you think you're going to hit the store, you're going to owe a lot of money, you're going to die, then Carlo comes and he takes you to the stall for a drink."

"Oh really..."

I wish I hadn't asked.

I have no idea what you look like and how to gavel.

"Yeah, I've never had a drink in a stall before... Yale. You cheered me up with one hand, I knew about Mr. Carlo, and I talked washingly. And then they preached. That's when she said she was a new woman. I was bragged that I already had my beloved young woman."

Father! What did you preach?

My father has been run away by Darya's mother, and if Osvaldo has been run away by his wife, I know I want to comfort him.

But as for the content, should I go kick my father's headstone later for now?

"I was invited to the green tower after the stall to meet you, a young man held by a maid." Dearest Young Woman, "for sure. It made me laugh."

"... Was it"

"In the hot summer months, the tower has less wind, so my daughter tells me that she will have a sweat rash (or something like that)... and the liquor was bought, so I was ordered to make something good out of you as a magic guide. A lot of plumping, and it's the cold air transmitter that made it. Thanks to you, I rebuilt the store and this is what I'm doing now. I have to thank you, too."

"No......"

I don't think it's about me, I don't think it involves a reason to develop a cold air conveyor, I'm surprised and my throat is stuck.

"I'm afraid Carlo and I were busy working with each other and could only drink at the Baron's Club. If this were the case, I wouldn't hesitate to ask you out for a drink... maybe Carlo was only sympathetic and didn't think of me as a close friend"

"No! My father was drinking ale every summer, in front of a cold air transmitter, saying that...... 'Thank you Osvaldo Zola'. Mr. Osvaldo was a friend, and I'm sure he felt like we were drinking together."

"Really, Carlo... in front of the cold air transmitter... haha..."

Osvaldo laughs. But the voice extended strangely.

He removed his glasses and continued to hold his tight eyes with a handkerchief.

"... I'm very sorry. Thank you, Miss Dahlia. I got a hold of my heart."

"No, thank you for the card. I'm glad to hear about my father."

"Please come back to the store. I'd like to take the time to talk to you about the Magic Instrument and your father. We look forward to seeing you."

"Yes, thank you"

Shake back Dahlia, too, the right hand offered by Osvaldo.

His tears disappeared and his sunny smile spread.

"... Miss Dalya, is it time to move to the next store?

Just down the stairs, Wolfe calls in a slightly lower voice.

"Yes."

I let go of my hand and went outside the store with Wolfe to meet each other.

"We look forward to seeing you again."

The voice of my father's friend echoed gently behind me.

There was another step outside, the temperature was rising.

Try to turn it into a bag and turn over the gold card.

The signature there is "Darya Rossetti"

My name, but a handwriting with a slightly left twist, definitely belongs to my father.

As a magic conductor, I respected him, but everyday he was my paced, sometimes sloppy father.

I prototyped my magic guide while drinking at the workplace, and sometimes, I fell asleep.

I resolutely said, "I haven't slept" when I told him to sleep in the bedroom bed while I woke him up.

Dinner was left open with books and materials, and they were not dirty.

I was out wearing dirty shoes even though I told them to wear them because I polished my shoes.

No matter how many times I told him to put his undressed jacket on the hanger, he was put on the back of a chair in the workplace.

Don't drink too much, don't add salt to the dish, how many times Darya would have cautioned.

Yet isn't it against the rule to show good things after death, not when you're alive?

"Darya, what happened? Did Osvaldo say anything rude to you?

Wolfe grabbed his arm hard and asked early in the arrow.

That's when I first noticed something spilling out of my own eyes.

"No... sorry, I just remembered my father..."

"... right"

Hiding Darya with a cape and hood, the young man stood forward like a coward.

In the heat, but the cloak was warm.

"I'll wait till you calm down."

From the cape, it smelled like a wolf.

Wolfe then took Calm Dahlia into a nearby coffee shop.

"Because there was garbage in his eyes," he asked the clerk, renting a restaurant room with a dresser for noble women.

Darya washed her face there and was able to fix her makeup.

"... sorry for the inconvenience"

"No, never mind"

There were already two teas lined up on the table and an anti-bugging magic guide was placed.

"Are you okay now?

"Yeah. Um, I was just..."

Darya explained the matter of Osvaldo, wrapped around Oblate, to avoid any further concern.

'My wife ran away' by a boulder, so 'drinking and washing in the stalls' can't be explained.

In the meantime, when Osvaldo was troubled, he talked to Dalya's father and told him that he had been able to inspire the development of the magic conductor, that he had also met him when he was a little girl, that his father had asked him to do it and that he had given him a card to put him in the store to himself, his daughter.

When he finished talking, Wolfe wet his shoulder and exhaled deeply.

"Is that what happened..."

"Yeah, I didn't expect to hear about my father at the store. This signature handwriting, it's my father. So... it's been another year."

"It's only been a year, maybe."

I was recommended tea and finally we both drink it.

I know it would be fancy tea leaves due to the roundness of the palate, but it was already completely cold.

"Having heard those things, it's hard to say... when you go to that store, would you come with me if you could?

"Don't hesitate to say anything inconvenient to Wolfe about me"

Maybe his attitude and behavior when he was in the store annoyed him. Darya answers in haste.

"No, it's not my convenience... but it seemed to fit in the store, and I'm curious about Mr. Osvaldo's attitude, and it's not like there's a zero chance that I'll be resented by Darya's father over there..."

I've never seen Wolfe overlap words so far away.

Thin, shaped lips have stopped by choice of words.

"Don't hesitate to ask for a summary"

"Osvaldo's second wife is a little older than Darya. The third wife is about the same year as Darya. Therefore, I fear that Darya will be dictated as the fourth wife"

"No!!

To Osvaldo, it seems my father's words penetrated quite deeply.

It was Darya, who promised to come with Wolfe as long as she could next.

By the way, Darya has one thing she will never know about Osvaldo.

Why didn't my father Carlo invite Osvaldo back to the green tower?

That is because he, drunk, said, Give it to my daughter-in-law when Dahlia grows up.