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

"Now, if you're an Orthodox escort, it's best to introduce someone who stands up in the Kingsguard. Wolf wants to avoid that, doesn't he?

"Yes, I need to recommend too much from the senior members of the squad..."

Gouid nods at himself for obscuring the end of the story.

"I guess. Sometimes if you engage with a Kingsguard, you are forced to pull through. For diplomacy's sake, I'm not letting you be the son-in-law of another country."

"I don't think that's in the boulder..."

"It's troublesome to be 'desired' by a high-ranking guest from another country"

"Is that happening?

"Somewhat. If the king finds out, he may stop us, but there are many who act in the interests of their country and their homes."

My brother, who answers lightly, had the face of a nobleman he was unfamiliar with.

I feel the distance to it and keep asking.

"Um... if it's supposed to be, should I be too for the house?

"What are you talking about, Wolf?

My brother has turned to the blues, just as he is fundamentally puzzled.

"You've been carrying the honor of home in the Demon Crusade Squad. He did the red armor (Scarlet Armor) for a long time, defeated the first giant (Cyclops) and dropped the Wyburn. Whenever you retire, all you have to do is do whatever you want at home. As long as you have the name of Scalfalotto, I won't let you speak or be crippled."

"... thank you"

I honestly thanked you, but it only caught me a little bit.

The name of Scalfalotto, it is as a nobleman. If you leave the house and become a commoner and just a Volfraid, it will be difficult for you and your brother to keep being ridiculous.

"Well... if you're interpersonal with a sword, it depends on whether you're defensive or attacking, and if you're an escort, it depends on whether you're authentic or want to protect it anyway"

"I didn't think about it tightly around there. The most important thing right now… I still want to be able to protect it"

Gouid, returning to the conversation, had often thought about it as he mouthed the coffee.

Wolff finally gets his hands on coffee, too. The aroma is very good, but the bitterness is just a little strong. One unfamiliar flavour right now.

"If you're strong enough to protect, there are people who want to guess, but it's a little difficult."

"If it's a hard way to ask for a brother, I'll go somewhere else."

"No, it's not. Orthodox swords are quite good, but they are top notch to escorts and interpersonal. I give top priority to those who protect me and myself to survive."

"May I ask what way that person fights?

"I wonder if those who have attacked often tease the sword, drop their arms, and then slash their feet. Yeah, I'm not stopping to listen to my client. When you're not, you usually flash your neck."

Gouid tells me, as if he had seen it.

A squire, who was holding back obliquely, coughed lightly because it had become a little noisy.

"Well put, 'ad hoc', or worse, 'edgy'. The Wizard closes his throat or eyes with a quick strike. Because chanting and direction are interrupted. I throw most blades, I throw equipment, I throw stones and sand. You can say that everything around it will be a murder weapon."

"I see."

It seems to be a free way of fighting, giving priority to the protection of the target audience.

Mostly demons and training between crew members seems inconceivable to most of me.

"It's the escort in the escort, and the care is fine. However, there are no additions or subtractions during the battle. And then I'm a little too worried, and I'm nagging..."

"Dear Mr. Gouid,"

"I guess it's hard to stop talking to my brother like this"

Gouid chuckled and switched his gaze to his own squire.

"This is my best friend Jonas. He's my squire and my escort."

Until then, a man with little to no gaze has turned a rusty eye. No cold or plush, some inorganic color.

He binds rusty hair a little lighter than his eyes and wears black squire clothes.

It's a body that I've never been aware of, but it doesn't suck when I'm told it's a knight. The slightly browned skin was even exotic.

"My name is Jonas Goodwin. I'm the second son of the Viscount Goodwin family."

I saw him a lot in the place where my brother was, but this was the first time I had heard his voice clearly.

It is the name of one's friend that overlaps his name.

"Excuse me, Lord Jonas, do you know Lord Randolph Goodwin?

"For once, I'm a distant relative. Since Goodwin has ten family names in the aristocracy, I wonder if Randolph, who was born in Border Uncle, remembers me."

"Really..."

Reflect on the less discouraging voices that you've heard something a little worse.

But Jonas didn't have any expression on his face.

"Jonas, I don't care if you're on the street, can you teach Wolf how to fight?

"Dear Goood, my way of fighting does not belong to a knight. Rather, it's off chivalry. Are you sure you want to tell Master Volfredo something like that?

Jonas asks to confirm. But my brother didn't answer that.

"Wolf, the man who will make you serve me when I die. Remember."

"Brother!

"Goood!"

The voice I gave you at the same time overlapped beautifully.

"Erud is at the border, but he's not going back to the house. If anything happens to me, Wolfe will have to take over."

"Impossible! I don't want to think that Brother Gouid has something, and if it goes on after that, it's Brother Erud. I am not worthy of being a nobleman, and if I do not have the ability to inherit the house, I have no five-element magic. If you think about the future of the house, you should adopt children from your relatives."

Jonas stares at himself with a breath.

When Gouad could drink coffee without saying anything, he pretended back to his squire.

"Jonas, are you relieved?

"... Dear Volfredo, I am the 'Curse Holder', are you sure?

"The demon curse, is it?

"Yeah, I tailored a little big lizard, and I was cursed. We do not de-curse because it is convenient."

The man who said it lightly, he wraps his right arm around it. In an invisible position from the sleeve tip, there was a red copper bracelet.

"Dear Mr. Gouid, may I remove your bracelet once?

"Oh, I don't mind. Wolfe is a Demon Crusader. Don't mess it up."

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

At the same time Jonas removed the bracelet clasp, there was something on Wolfe's back.

It must have been a bracelet of perception inhibition. I saw a bright red scale on that right arm. It grew surprisingly from the back of my hand to the top and within sight. That probably follows my upper arm.

I don't have scales on my neck or face, but I feel my eyes have slightly increased redness.

"Dear Volfredo, is this the first time you've seen 'Curse Holder'?

Of course, a red tongue peeps between Jonas' teeth.

To the sound of a slightly troubled voice, Wolfe made it for her knees and noticed herself trying to do her hand on a sword she wasn't supposed to be wearing.

"I'm sorry I upset you. Even the squad has seen it several times. However, I wasn't used to it because most of the time I decursed it immediately."

"No, I take it for granted that the shaking of magic is with demons. As long as the curse matches, it's quite convenient."

When the red copper bracelet is fastened again, the scales on Jonas' arms become invisible.

Now, I have no idea, as much as I can imagine what I've seen.

Is it compatible with the curse or, if so, what combination? It's a pleasure, but I also feel rude to ask that, and Wolfe holds his mouth.

When I thought I was stuck with a fox, Gouid changed his posture slightly. As soon as the chair is pulled by Jonas, he stands still.

Looking at the two of them, I finally noticed that they were sweating on their backs.

"A knight is a creature you don't even know by mouth. You should try to match it with the back of the mansion."

My brother had a very cool face.