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

After the weapons store, I bought all sorts of things together on my way home, whether it was Tobias's stress the day before, the inspiration of today's magic conductor store, or the shock of Napa.

In front of me is a case of four daggers and one bag with accessories, two boxes of groceries and a dozen red and white wines. And a man who holds it together and lightly. No, I didn't buy the last one though.

I have said many times that I would buy it myself, have it delivered, but I couldn't stop Wolff from saying that I would at least pay all because I couldn't help him from Napa, that I would have the luggage.

Ultimately, I did not hesitate to cut in to see if a member of the Count family could do this, but was told back that I should then be given a better chance of restoring my honor, and I lost completely.

All I can say is thank you to Wolfe for carrying me with the hood on all the time and sweating.

"Do you carry your luggage inside? Or should I put it in front of the front door?

In front of the front door of the green tower, a young man asks. The sky behind it, it's time for sunset.

If I had been myself before, I would have my stuff put at the entrance, have it go home there, and change the day.

When granting a dagger magic grant, ask for an assistant from a commercial guild or college to be present and avoid being alone with Wolfe, a man.

Even if that's a lot of thinking, it should be safe and the right answer.

But my feelings are not.

I want to serve Wolff a proper drink right now.

I'd like to talk to you two more if possible. I don't want to be in love anymore, but I want to be a friend I can talk to.

But the fact that he can be trusted is not a zero chance of his assumption.

Acting from here is dangerous if you make a single mistake, I know repeatedly the danger of entering what I call a "little woman" in my previous life.

Still, Darya chose to invite Wolf into the green tower.

"Since upstairs is the living room, can you carry me upstairs?

"Okay."

Wolfe gently ascends the stairs and carries her luggage upstairs. Darya opened the door to the room she was using as her living room and turned on the magic guide lamp.

"Uh, are you family, or are you hiring?

"No, I live alone"

"Let me in. What, Darya's got a general alert against letting a man in a house where he lives alone, right?

"Yes, and yes, I didn't put it in there. I don't know what else to do because I have luggage. And I ask the other way around, is this a feeling of luck because you live alone, even a shard (piece) in Wolfe?

I deliberately blamed it on my luggage and asked.

Every flower's more beautiful butterfly deliberately stops at the creased blue grass on the side of the road.

"Honestly, I'm glad Darya lives alone. Anyway, I want to talk to you even without being disturbed. If you think I'm in danger, you can keep your hands and feet tied and rolled on the floor. You're a chair, I'm on the floor, I'll talk to you as I look up."

"That's because he's dangerous no matter what!

Darya stuck it in with all her might. There's no way we can talk flat with that.

"Well, you're in the tower, I'm out, let's open the window and talk"

"How loud are you going to be?! I can't hold my throat!

Darya is already louder now.

I want to scream in this man's ear with a loudspeaker if there's anything I can do to give back my time and misery that seriously bothered me earlier.

but the original killer Wolfe continues to laugh like a jerk who doesn't look good on his face as a kid with a successful prank.

"In the meantime, I'll serve you some tea, so please sit in the chair. Or would you prefer white wine?

"I'm sorry, can I have some white wine?"

"Then you bring something simple."

"I'm sorry to keep going..."

Wolfe says he looks terribly sorry, but he didn't eat from the stall, and he carried all that stuff. You must be hungry.

In the meantime, I asked him to sit on the couch in the living room.

Pass the towel immediately soaked with water and put the white wine and crackers on the table. I decide to have him sweat and wait for him to take a breath first.

I go to the back kitchen and take out the white bread I bought, the rye bread I stock, the sausage, etc. Then, cut the vegetables into smaller pieces and start boiling them in a pan with the sausage.

Two cheeses and white wine, a little pepper and nutmeg powder were added to the other small pan.

When the vegetables are boiled up, the small slices of bread, sausage and boiled vegetables are arranged in two large plates and transported to the living room.

He called Wolfe's name and had her moved from the couch to a chair by the table.

The table has a demon guide stove and the small pan on it is full of thick, melted cheese.

Cheese fondue.

Once I made a small demon guide stove, it was one of the menus I definitely wanted to do.

This won't take that long to cook.

"What's this, cheese soup?

Wolfe was looking terribly strange at the pan.

Apparently, I've never had a cheese fondue.

Come to think of it, in this king's capital in this world, I see melted cheese cooked, but I've never seen it eat once in these ways.

Maybe this is the first time in the world to be a cheese fondue.

"It's cheese, not soup, but sauce… I eat it with bread and vegetables."

I gave Wolfe a long skewer and a plate, and Dalya showed it to me first.

I tried it with bread but it tasted pretty good. It has a flavour that goes with the affordable red wine that I always drink.

To the young man, who was looking more and more round his eyes, Dariya recommended a plate of bread.

"For now, try one"

Wolfe sinks the bread thoroughly into the pan with a terribly careful hand and brings it over the plate to prevent the cheese from sagging.

And then he took a bite of the white bread that once and for all fell off the cheese and stopped for a few seconds.

He then chews silently, but oddly often. When swallowed, he exhaled satisfactorily, putting his next bread on a long skewer.

"What do you say?

I like white wine, I like cheese, and I like Wolff with a strong flavour.

From what I just saw, there's no way I don't like this cheese fondue.

"... why didn't I know this before..."

I want you to stop sighing so hard. And cheese fondue is not a drug. I want you to close your eyes and don't look so tranced.

"This is so delicious..."

"I recommend it because it can be enjoyed by one or several people. You can do just cheese, wine and bread."

"Where do you sell this down there?

"If it's a small magic conductor stove, it's sold in a commercial guild and a magic conductor store."

"Me, I'll definitely buy this...... oh, could this be Darya too?

"Yes, I already have a large one, so I just miniaturized it"

When miniaturizing a large demonic conductor, it may be treated as a new object, with the previous producer halving the profits.

If you are a registered demon conductor to a commercial guild and within seven years of your profit contract term, you will also pay profits to large producers. After eight years, miniaturized items will be treated as new registrations.

Since the Magic Guided Stove was already about thirty years old, Darya was set to register as a new model.

"I'd like to take this to camp. I wish I could get permission."

"Regardless of the bread, can you take the wine?

"Yeah, wine has a lot to pay for in leather bags. A very healthy diet during the expedition, mostly soup with black bread, dried meat and dried vegetables. Cheese, nuts and dried fruit for snacks. Because this even lasts."

"Really..."

If you think about carrying it, you may have no choice but to follow the boulder is a spicy meal.

There's nothing I can't do cheese fondue with a fireworks, but if I take one wrong step, I'm going to burn it right away.

"Sometimes if you have a village or town nearby, you can eat good food there. But demons come out because there are so many borders and mountains. Sometimes I catch beasts and demons and eat them, but I bake them, about salt and pepper. Take this and cheese and I feel like I can eat that black bread too..."

Wolfe keeps eating while we talk. The bottle of white wine was clean and empty.

If you look at the plate, you care about Dahlia and only have exactly half your hands on it.

If it tastes so good, I want it to be well eaten.

"Wolf, don't hesitate to eat. I'll bring extra bread and vegetables now. I bought a lot today."

"Sorry...... I'll save the big silver coin later"

"Don't say anything crazy. Then I'll pay the introductory fee for" Goddess's Right Eye. "

"No, I can't take that. Osvaldo was waiting for you in the first place."

"But if I hadn't gone with Wolf today, I wouldn't have gone alone."

"That might be true, though."

Just when his words stopped, he handed him a bottle of white wine.

"Open this and eat. I'll bring you an extra."

"... sorry, thanks"

The two of us then went on to eat, bringing in the additions and talking about the grant about the dagger, etc.

When it came to cleaning up, Wolfe took the initiative to carry me to help. He said he was used to it in the camp, so he was pretty surprised he even dishwashed it quickly.

When I finished my meal, it was almost nighttime. Outside the window you can see the white moon clearly.

The night breeze was cool, and it blew loosely into the room.

"Wine, would you like to bring another bottle?

"Honestly, it's me wanting to talk a little more, and me saying it's annoying if I don't go home, and my opinion's cracked in two."

Wolfe tells me like I'm in a little trouble.

"As a common man, we're quite free to hang out, but what about Wolfe?

"I'm completely free. We go out together, we stay up all night in a tavern or something."

This king's capital is somewhat loose and free of love and relationships when it comes to ordinary people.

There are many houses that normally allow trips with lovers and fiancées, such as cohabiting, then marrying, not filing marriage notices, and having children. Some people are single and sing love and friendship without getting married.

And cheating, divorce and remarriage can be quite a bit.

"Um."

"You know,"

It was time for the two of us to talk into the subtle air and both stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, it was Wolfe who cut the tantrum first.

"Uh... I ask you something very rude, but Darya has a general meaning and you want me to dictate it to you?

"No, sir."

Darya responded instantly. And look straight at Wolfe and listen back.

"Wolfe, do you want me to tell you?

"I don't think. I sincerely apologize for asking rude questions. Darya knows it's not like that, but can I honestly be glad she let me in here, I'm actually just a little lost"

"I apologize too. I didn't think so, but I thought of Wolfe as a danger."

If you noticed, they were about to bow their heads together. It is a sight like nothing else.

"I'll tell you what, Darya thinks she's a very attractive woman. She's cute, smart, and conversation is so fun..."

Wolf cuts words there once and puts the back of his hand against his lips. And I opened my mouth like I switched.

"Am I completely out of Darya's taste, is that okay? I mean, I haven't been helped since the first time I met him, and I let him go and buy booze today, and I can't protect him from the numbs, and he's a totally negative dude."

"No, I think Wolfe is attractive. But rather than a preference, in my case, there was also an engagement breakdown, and the work of a magic conductor is interesting..."

Darya looks back on what she thinks is a smudge.

I don't feel like falling in love anymore.

"Neither do I. Love is troublesome and I don't feel like it."

I finished saying it and both got a very relieved look (kao).

Then we see each other in that face and laugh silently and bitterly. There are no fragments of romance.

But now I can finally say exactly what I thought I was going to say.

"Aren't you a friend who talks about the Devil's Instrument and the Devil's Sword?

"Oh gladly......!

Wolfe became the biggest smile I've ever had, so I opened a new white wine to toast.

For some reason, he then toasted to the Devil's Sword and the Devil's Instrument, respectively, and both the wine glasses cracked brilliantly.

An apologetic Wolfe promised to buy me a new glass the next time I came.