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

"Mr. Fermo, I'm late, but this is a replacement for the Chamber of Commerce greeting"

Darya opened the wrap of the small magic stove at the table.

During their initial dealings with vendors, chambers of commerce often give products they handle at their own place instead of greeting them - yes, I asked Ivano and brought a small demon guide stove.

Yet I was obsessed with putting on Fermo and Kraken tape, and I almost forgot about it in jeopardy.

"Is this... a magic guide?

"Yes, it's a small, demon-guided stove. You can pan on top and cook on the tabletop or outdoors. There's grilled meat, pans with cheese, recipes in there, so try it if you like."

"Thank you. Don't hesitate to take it. Mr. Dahlia did this, too?

"Yeah. But I just miniaturized the magic stove, so it's no big deal."

"No, it would be a lot to sharpen the Magic Instruction Stove so far"

"I'd like to be smaller, lighter, but not quite..."

Fermo turns the small magic guide stove around and looks at it, then flips it upside down to confirm it.

He tapped the table with his finger back about twice and asked as he removed the demon stone entrance.

"I think it's small enough, but on top of this, how much less?

"Ideally, this two-thirds size should weigh one leather bag of wine"

"... I don't know if I can use it with a magic guide, but if it's a small object design, I have a lighter book, you know?

"Thank you. Can I borrow it?

"No, I'll do it. Because there are two identical books."

Fermo walked onto the shelf on the spot and removed two books from the bottom step. Both are lighter books, which seem to be about metal and glass.

Passing it to Darya, the man flips the small magic guide stove again.

"If you're a magician, you can't magically make everything smaller at once."

"Yeah, parts are easy to make, but you can't shrink them, and you can make them one at a time"

How good would it have been if there had been shrinking magic and enlargement magic. If you're making things, I think it's magic that you think about once.

"Where did you teach design, Mr. Darya?

"Higher College and taught by my father"

"Your father is the magic conductor of the water heater..."

"Yes, it's Carlo Rossetti. He died a year ago."

"Right..."

The man turned his gaze to Dahlia as he put the small demon guide stove back on his desk.

"The Chamber of Commerce is also up and running, and she's my daughter eating with her own arms. I'm sure you're not even worried."

"No, because it hasn't. I think if my father was lying next to me while I was working, he'd be as careful as a mountain."

"I can't help it. The more you teach, the louder you talk to the disciples you expect..."

He had something in mind, and Fermo laughs bitterly.

When that laugh disappeared, there was a knock through the door behind the workshop.

"Excuse me. Sorry, my husband didn't even serve tea..."

"Barbara, don't push it. I'll do the rest. Lie down."

It was the woman with vine-colored hair who brought the tea on the tray.

I wear grey work clothes, but I can't move. Every time I change my posture, I frown a little, and it hurts to make it and try to hide it with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Darya, this is my wife who runs the workshop with me."

"My name is Barbara Gandolfi. Thank you for taking the floor, Mr. Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce."

"I'm Darya Rossetti. Thank you for your time. I'm going to take care of you, so call me Dalya by name."

"Well, I'll call you Barbara too"

I've already decided to ask Fermo to call me by name. I'll take care of you and your wife, so you should put it away. That's what I thought, but Barbara seemed happy somewhere.

Carefully carry the cup of tea with both hands, but the moment you put it on the table, the woman's face distorts into pain.

"Um, are you okay?

"I'm sorry, it's no big deal. Last year, I took Akazashi and healed it in the temple, but the pain left me only a little..."

'Akazashi' is a disease in which red spots (soldering) and small blisters appear on your body like bands. From what I've heard, I think it's the 'shingles' my mother had in her previous life.

It seems that there are quite a few illnesses in this world, and I was there for my father's friend.

Barbara says it's after treatment, but Darya had a feeling for the pain.

My mother also suffered from post-shingles neuralgia in her previous life.

Postzoster neuralgia is caused by nerve damage. As a rule, you can recover in the temple until seven days ago, and injuries that have been fixed cannot be cured.

Perhaps Barbara went to treatment after seven days.

"Don't push me, just rest"

"It's no big deal, it's okay"

Barbara returning the word as normal, even though its spiciness looks transparent, she takes it for granted with patience. That was terrible and overlapped with my mother in her previous life.

In my previous life, a little before I died, I texted my mother, "Come home once in a while," saying, "Go home to the basin." I was busy and didn't make a single phone call.

I never thought I'd pass away first leaving my parents behind.

I didn't even mold my filial piety, so much so that I finally got a job and gave him booze on Father's Day and sweets on Mother's Day.

As it is, there will be no more filial affection because the child's self is no longer there first.

So what we're going to do is not be friendly or anything, it's just self-satisfaction to distract the memories a little bit.

"Um, Mr. Barbara, I'm sorry about what I'm wearing, but here, take this"

Give the pendant of the horn of the unicorn off her neck to the woman.

In the corner of a white unicorn with a rose pattern, it was made by Dahlia not long ago.

The horn of a unicorn beast has a pain reduction effect. Maybe even reduce Barbara's pain.

"Could that be a magic trick?

"Yeah, just a little bit, because it could be painkillers"

"But such expensive things..."

I walked over to Barbara, reluctantly, and let him hold the pendant slightly more forcefully in his hand.

Is the loose-moving magic Barbara's or Darya's? The white pendant emitted a shimmering light.

"Oh... that hurt."

To the woman with her eyes open, Dahlia let go of her hand relieved.

"Keep it on. When you apply it from your neck, make sure your skin has a pendant directly on it. Because if I remove it, I think the pain will return."

"Excuse me, can I borrow it for a while if you like? Oh, is Mr. Darya okay, or does it hurt anywhere?

"I'm nothing. That's a prototype I made out of what I got. I don't know how long it will last, and I'll give it to you, so use it as a prototype test."

"Mr. Darya, what's this, material?

"... it's the horn of a unicorn"

"... sorry, thank you so much. I can't say right away, but I'll definitely pay in splits"

I guess Fermo knew that a unicorn (unicorn) was a rare material. I've bowed my head deeply.

"No, I'm really fine. Uh, I want to know how long it's valid, so let me know when it stops working."

"Then you won't get along."

"Uh, then... tell me what you don't know about the design. And I'd also like to talk to you when I have something I want to make. Because even magic tools make up a lot of the design."

"Okay. I'll tell you everything I know. If I can't do it, I'll ask my colleagues, and you can always tell me if there's anything I can do to help you with less magic."

"It helps. Don't hesitate then."

If you shy poorly here, Fermo might be concerned. I thought so and deliberately added the words' do not hesitate '.

Barbara, lying next to him, must have been surprised that the pain was gone, finally opening her mouth.

"Thank you, Darya, for caring for me. But when a woman gets older, she's going to have a lot of pain like this, so she might need it. I knew it would be better to keep it on hand..."

"No, because I don't have a mother"

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're dead. You're still young, but you'll miss it."

"No, for the record... I don't remember my mother, so the..."

I thought of my mother in this world where I was remembering my mother in my previous life, and I was a little confused.

The only thing that comes to mind is the face and voice of my mother in her previous life, which is too far away to say that she misses it too.

I can't explain that, and no good words come out to cloud it.

To myself in a hurry, now Barbara in front of me looks in trouble.

"I'm sorry to hear something bad. But this must be very expensive, right? I was wondering if I could really use it..."

"It is best to have the Magic Instrument effectively used by those who need it, so use it"

That is a false thought.

And one more thing, I want people who work with me to laugh brightly, if possible.

I'm on the side of the Gandolphi Workshop asking for work. If one pendant leads to motivation and increased efficiency, wouldn't I end up gaining?

"Uh, I'm going to do the rest. I thought I'd oil Mr. Fermo's motivation."

"Oh, well poured. Rather, you're in the mood of being thrown a fire demon stone in your chest."

"F, Mr. Fermo?!

"I was thrown a demon stone of fire on my chest" - which is often used in this country in the sense of 'falling in love'.

Shortly after Dahlia called Fermo's name to her surprise, it sounded pretty good.

It was the sound of my wife's palm, stretching her husband's back of the head vigorously.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dalya. This guy has a really bad mouth..."

Next to Barbara, who says with a very good smile, the groaning Fermo is holding the back of his head.

Darya only hoped that a carriage would come to pick her up as soon as possible.

After the work story went on again as if nothing had happened, Dalya came to pick up the carriage.

Fermo, who dropped it off, pounded his mixed-haired head.

"It's been a long time since you've beaten me to death."

'Cause I'm gonna say something crazy to Mr. Darya.'

The tone was harsh, but Barbara's mouth angle was rising.

"Uh, follow me. Anyway, I missed her when she was younger."

"You still say that? Is that a declaration of war against me?

"No, no, no, drop that erected right hand first. I don't think so. If my fellow artisans had been around since I was younger, I would have thought I could have had a lot more..."

"What are you talking about when you're still young? I can move now, too, so you can do whatever you want."

The woman, who said so lightly, transfers the empty cup of tea to the tray. The stirring motion seems to have returned completely before the illness.

"Even you seemed happy."

"Yeah, I wanted a daughter like that. Of course, because it was just a bunch of busy boys...... hey, I couldn't ask you earlier, how long do you do a unicorn horn pendant?

"When I saw it in the other workshop, it was a bracelet the size of which was three gold coins. It may be a little more expensive because it magically processes flower patterns"

"You've done a lot of work and I'd like to pay you back soon."

"Oh. I need to pay you back with a good interest. The name of our workshop cries"

Fermo saw the scratches on the table he had been using, remembering the day his father gave him the workshop. Nearby there are also scratches put on by disciples. It's an old table that went from white to candy, but it still seems to work.

Tonight, on this desk, let's write up the specifications for the different versions of the foam pump bottles, even all night long.

"By the way, I have two magic powers too, can you stick them? Kraken Tape"

"I'll teach you, so do it. When I get back from the delivery, I'll let them stick it too. There must have been three and four magic powers, so you're going to be able to stick more quantities than me..."

What a pleasure it is to be an artisan to do more with your own hands.

Looking forward to the return of his disciples, Fermo handed Clarken tape to his wife.