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

The customer's legs just broke. It was time to put in an afternoon break or Karan and the doorbell rang as Flores thought with that white moustache on.

The door opens more slowly than usual and stops as it is.

Then the weapons store came in with a woman who seemed obviously unfit. Behind it also followed a tall brunette man who was holding down the door.

Those who deliberately stop the old oak door from opening and let the woman through first, such a polite escort, etc., are not. I guess one of them is' noble '.

I want to speak up and say don't make the weapons store (our) your dating course with interest.

"There you are."

Apart from the inside, Flores, as the shopkeeper, greeted him as he had for now.

The two guests returned polite greetings as well.

Surprisingly, the man had been here before, and from a woman, he was as beautiful as a model. Dark-haired, golden eyes make you imagine a black leopard being in the southern meadows.

Most importantly, from my point of view, if that's all you have back length, I'd just like to tell you to put some more meat on it to switch to the Great Sword, not the Long Sword.

The woman must have just asked about the man.

Stunning redhead, but pretty face and makeup, and a blue skirt on a water-colored jacket looks cool.

Quite eye-catching, not bad style. From Flores' taste, I particularly like the back line.

The two go around to check the store.

Every time a woman moves her green eyes with pleasure, the man is instantly checking for safety under his feet and around him.

I laughed in my stomach at the overprotectiveness that made me suffer one scratch.

It is precisely the work of the knight who protects the princess.

One of these days, the two of them stopped by my place, so I thought it would be a man's shopping trip.

but it was the red-haired woman who had met and spoken lightly.

"I'm sorry I'm busy. Looking for a dagger that can grant magic. Can you show me something affordable with a make that can be disassembled?

"Ooh. I'll bring it now."

A voice nodded at polite words and attitudes.

Adventurers are the ones who come most to this weapons store. Many men and women have rough words and free attitudes.

The type like this woman, I don't see much.

Arranging the dagger on three different tables, the woman brightens her green eyes and stares slightly forward.

For some reason, I remember the first time I gave a toy to a cat I own at home.

"Get me out of the sheath and make sure."

When she said so, the woman reached out to touch her and once stopped.

I look softly to the side, so I wonder what's wrong, and a tall man looks terribly worried about the woman.

Even though he was a child, he went crazy that he wouldn't cut his hand like that with a sheathed dagger. It must still be made fairly overprotective, whether it's the courtesy or the play of the noble lady.

Still, it's time to reach out and the woman slowly checks one bottle at a time.

He said it was a cheap dagger, but watched as if it were a treasure, in a strange mood somewhere.

"This way, do you know where the iron you use it?

Suddenly, a woman asked me something unexpected.

Weapon interaction is quite interesting as an arms dealer. but they ask me in detail about the material and disassembly of this woman. That was not the normal lady's, no matter what I heard.

If you look closely, the nails on your hands are short, and the roughness is considerable.

I remembered the words' magic grant 'and asked the woman.

"Maybe you, the magician? Or are you an alchemist?

"No, I'm a magician."

The woman replied with a smile. For some reason I'm laughing all the way to the man behind me.

A magician who is said to be one step below a magician or alchemist, but seems to have a chest opening for these two. It wasn't a bad smile.

"Now I'd like two identical ones. Can you add a pattern, a tweezer and a sheath?

"Oh, I can"

The dagger chosen by the woman over time was the shortest dagger with the pattern red.

Women choose only cheap daggers and unnamed ones.

A man suggests using something higher, but a woman doesn't listen harder.

"It's a dagger that can be magically imparted, and there are some types that fasten the pattern with screws?

When I said it, he wanted to see it too, so I brought about three bottles from the back.

Since the woman's question has begun again, I will explain the material and screws and answer them.

Answering everything, the woman has turned a bright smile to her satisfaction.

"Please add two additional screws, a pattern and two sheaths."

It wasn't expensive shopping, but oddly enough this one satisfies me.

That's when I realized.

This woman, while questioning, no, still looks at herself as if she were a respectful mentor or master. When you become conscious, what a shame that is.

The payment was made by a man, but he looked terribly happy.

I don't think I've ever seen a man with a happy face so far to pay for a weapon a woman chooses.

What the hell do you grant and who uses it? Next time I have a chance, I would like to ask the woman a few questions.

"Every time."

"I'll be back."

Send a stereotypical greeting and the two go outside.

A man stops opening the door and escorts the woman, just as he did when he came, but for some reason now he looked smiling.

I don't know about the relationship between the two, but Flores, the shopkeeper, had only one, odd certainty.

That beautiful sturdy must one day only be in that woman's ass.