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

In the afternoon Darya, along with Ivano, was visiting Osvaldo's mansion.

The mansion, which is also close to the Central District in the aristocratic district, was considerably larger than I had thought.

Beautiful lawn gardens and white-toned buildings in a section surrounded by gray walls. All I can say is that it seems aristocratic.

When I followed the directions, the interior and conditioning were all luxury items at a glance.

I feel restless as I walk down the hallway that makes me want to ask if I can really walk on my earthfoot.

Osvaldo's workshop of being in the mansion was more of a workshop than a room.

It leads to the mansion in the crossing corridor, but it itself is out on the garden side, making it an independent building.

A large room as soon as I entered was described as a resting place.

There is a chair at the larger table, and a couch the size of which is likely to also allow you to hypnotize.

Hermelinda, the third wife of Ivano and Osvaldo, and one maid, they're waiting there.

Ivano is only here for Darya's escort.

I brought the paperwork so I say there is no obstacle to the business of the Chamber of Commerce, but I am very sorry. You should increase the number of business members as soon as possible and have them follow you.

"We will prevent eavesdropping, but you can always open the door if it seems unforeseen."

"I hope you both don't fall"

In response to Osvaldo's words, Ivano answers with a slight tone of voice.

I proceeded to the next room, remembering my father for the words.

The working room in the back was large. The floor area alone is ten times lighter than the tower.

Dark gray marble floors, spotless white and lustrous walls. The furniture and conditioning were unified in black and silver with a refined atmosphere.

With the light entering through a large window, the interior is very bright.

The two-way walls were lined with black shelves, floor to ceiling, with books, magic boxes, and glass and metal cases.

Perhaps everything is a magic guide or material. The loose-flowing magic is so intense.

From the window you can see the green lawn and the red and white salvia blooming on the flowerbed. Lovely little flowers with clear colors.

You must have noticed Darya's gaze. Osvaldo also turned his attention to the flowerbed.

"I planted it for my son, but it's gone."

"Could it be to smoke salvia honey?

"Yeah, my older son liked to smoke honey, so I got more on him. Later, Katerina pissed me off."

When I was a kid, I remember the salvia that was blooming in the garden, the taste of its honey.

I think Osvaldo had a childish time, too, a little.

"When Mr. Osvaldo was a kid, too?

"As a student, I went ahead to collect, and Mr. Carlo taught me. Salvia, Watermelon, Rengesoo."

What the hell is my father teaching Osvaldo? Why is Osvaldo also teaching his son?

The exchange of information is irrelevant even though they are both aristocrats.

"Didn't Mr. Darya teach you?

"... taught"

"I liked Renge Soo the most. I'm turning it into a bottled honey now, but honestly, you don't have a taste back then. Again, is it because of the different freshness"

I can't hide my laughter from Osvaldo, who says it all the time.

"So do you want to start classes"

Sitting in a hitched chair, Osvaldo scissors the table and takes the front seat.

"What did you call Mr. Carlo in the workplace?

"I remained a 'father'. My brother always called me the Master."

Chicken, memories come to life like tiny thorns.

"If Daria were to marry, would Tobias call her father, or would she remain her master?

Carlo's delightful face crossed the back of his brain.

Darya abandons the memories and asks the man in front of her.

"Um, can I say 'Doctor' here about Mr. Osvaldo?

I've already been told that I don't call him a disciple, but I also find it odd to call him by name in a teaching position.

It was' Doctor 'that came to mind.

"'Doctor'... what a fresh sound"

The man narrows his silver eyes and lifts his mouth clean.

"I think I'm a bad student, if you call me by name."

"Now, Darya, let me tell you something I think of as an 'exemplary student'. However, I seem to have a bit of a problem with the way I teach… a few apprentices have also quit, so please let me know if you have any concerns"

I recall the thickness of the memorization card for royal castle etiquette and find it oddly convincing. Perhaps Osvaldo's level of demand was too high.

"First, I'll give you this one"

"That's a magic book......!

Then I said it in an exciting mood.

Removed from the magic box is a thick book of dark red leather.

The cover is covered with red and beautiful demonic stones, and delicate magic formations are painted around it.

"I would call it that, but it's still, like, a mara notebook. Set the red blood on your demon stone so that only you can open it. We plant fire magic, so when others try to force it to open, it burns all at once."

"Does it burn all at once..."

What a secret exterior and mechanism, my heart jumps.

I'd heard about the book that granted fire magic, but this is the first time I've actually seen it. From the moment I received it, I couldn't help but notice. I also check the back and back cover.

"It seems rare, don't you have it now?

"Yes, I've never seen the real thing before"

When I borrow a silver needle from Osvaldo, I prick it on my left pinky finger. A little hurt, but not at all concerned now.

Drop a small drop of blood into a red demon stone, spread it with your own magic, and wait for it to penetrate.

The drawn magic formations glowed brightly once and slowly disappeared.

"You've finished setting up Red Blood. Now, write down what you want to remember there. By the way, how do you keep your ideas, draft designs, etc., now?

"I write on my notebook or take notes on paper and put them in a leather case"

"Is that case a magic guide?

"No, I keep it in my office bookcase in a regular document case"

Osvaldo got a strangely sinister look.

I think I've said something wrong, but I don't have anything in mind.

"I thought it might be a little inadvertent. Put it in a private safe as much as possible. What was Mr. Carlo like?

"That, I heavily stoned the appropriate material over a bunch of notes and left it on my desk. And I put it in the crate under my feet."

"I know very well that Carlo and you were the only ones who could be trusted..."

Come to think of it, there were no shards such as a sense of secrecy.

My father, myself and Tobias, otherwise it's a workplace with little access.

All the occasional vendors are just long face acquaintances with each other. I've never felt dangerous before, I've never taken measures.

"The bigger the Chamber of Commerce, the more attentive we have to be to the actions of intruders and visitors. We recommend that you thoroughly manage your home safety and product information."

"Thank you, I'll be very careful"

The first class became a safety management, not a knowledge of magic tools. With that in mind, the silver gaze turned to my left hand.

"That ring is a magic guide, isn't it?

"Yes, it's a poison ring"

"Is it just poisoning?

"Yes."

The gold ring on your left is the poisonous ring Wolfe gave you.

I've also eaten more out, so I've left it on a lot lately.

Osvaldo, who walked to the wall shelf, brought a small silver magic box.

What was inside was a slightly skinny gold bracelet.

"For protection, this way, please. Used, but quite effective. Complete anti-poison and anti-confusion, anti-petrification, sleeping and numbing pills, ecstasy, etc. will also no longer work. If you're the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, you should keep it."

"Um, is that all you need?

"Even with some in alcohol and meals, nobility is used to it or has measures in place, so it's fine. Some people do things a little drastic if they want to make a profit on their own, and others like to hobby about trapping themselves. If there's a lamb in that ring, it could be deliciously cooked."

"Lamb..."

It has already been several years since the age of sixteen was an adult in this world, as an adult.

Still, they call themselves' Lambs' now.

For once in my previous life, I've only gotten a little far-sighted about how little I am.

"Not completely capable of handling everything, but keep it safe when dealing with aristocracy"

When I was handed my bracelet, I felt an unexpected loosening of magic, so I would observe.

It's a simple gold bracelet from the outside, but on the inside, it's fitted with little stones of white, black, red, and green.

"Doctor, what material is this?

"The foundation is up in strength with gold. The inner material is the corner of the unicorn with white, the corner of the bicorn with black, the scales of the flaming dragon with red, and the heart of the forest serpent with green."

"... it's amazing...!

It was a bracelet filled with rare materials.

I check the inner material part and get enthralled by the magic circuit around it. Nothing so detailed.

"... Um, this one, how much is it?

"Was it fifteen gold coins at the time of making them? I'll lend it to you, so give it back when you can make the same."

Even if they say they will lend it to me, I'm afraid of the cost of the materials I've been told about. Moreover, the selling price must be slightly more than double.

"You can't borrow such an expensive bracelet..."

"I'm late in explaining, but if you start working with scarce materials, even a magic conductor will need them. Whether you're confused or asleep when dealing with materials here, I'm the one in trouble."

That's certainly true if you ask me.

If I'm in a state anomaly here, I won't bother Osvaldo.

"How long will it take you to be able to make your own?

"Is it you now, a year to a few years? Let's just say we expect effort."

"Good luck so I can give it back to you soon......"

They say it with a smile, but I feel a lot of pressure.

Could it be that this pressure was also caused by the apprentices who stopped?

"Um... if you were wearing this one, okay?

"Because I don't seem to need it anymore. Yeah, I'll make a new one if you're wondering what it's used to."

"No, it's not"

Based on my previous experience, I feel I shouldn't ask any more.

In a moment, it could belong to a disciple who stopped.

Silently shifting his gaze, the man in front of him smiled enlightened.

"It's not enough for you to be concerned. Once upon a time, I gave it to a woman I had a relationship with, and it was just given back to me when I broke up."

Is it a mine again?

It explains exactly why I don't have to tell you. I have a hard time expressing myself.

But it seems Osvaldo's loving rumors were true.

As a result, I've got three wives, so whatever love is, I'd say love has been accomplished.

Osvaldo went on light as he desperately thought about how to return the words.

"Without untrained, it's just a tool"