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

"The Exposure Games (Dissasradu) means next time... oh, I laid it in my shoes, I turned to the whole squad, but, uh, really no"

Where Wolfe came from, Dorino suddenly changed the subject.

"I'm glad you can use it."

"I wish I could have clothes, like laying them in my shoes. Summer expeditions are hard for clothes to stick with sweat"

"Summer heavy loads, too. When I had a double-sided sweat rash (or so), I knew exactly what it felt like to be a senior frostbitten with an ice demon stone"

"Even if it's itchy, it's hard under your armor because you don't wear it..."

So pitiful are the men who speak with their stared eyes.

As I heard the day I first met Wolf, the troop's sweat rash (or so) problem seems to be real.

I'd like to get rid of it with clothes if I can, but it's hard.

"I wish I could have cool clothes. Once upon a time, I did a prototype, but something went wrong..."

"No way, you crawled away or something?

"I don't crawl! What is Wolfe thinking?

"Something comes to mind..."

He reminds me of The Crawling Devil's Sword, and he's trying to laugh and deceive me.

"Are we talking about slime? Well, what's that supposed to mean, weird? Like hotter than that?

"Well... I don't feel very comfortable wearing clothes."

"Wouldn't that be awkward? If it's worn slightly, I can stand it."

"Yeah, that's... the rest of the cloth, it could still be in the kitchen..."

The real thing is faster than explaining it by mouth.

When Darya went to the kitchen, she brought a long cloth from the back of her desk. I was going to rag it and I hadn't cut it yet so it also looks like a thin green muffler.

"It looks like a normal cloth, though?

"Wrap it around your neck and you'll see"

Handing Wolf a cloth, he looked suspicious. They don't know just because they have it.

He wrapped a cloth around his neck, as Darya recommended.

"... Ugh... this is a little..."

Remove the wrapped cloth at once and rub your neck.

Drino was on his way to drinking wine, so he turned the cloth to Randolph.

"... cum!

Randolph had a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows the moment he rolled.

I endured it for a while, shaking my shoulders slightly, but shut up and take it off. And with his face down, he gave it to Drino with one hand.

"What the hell, both of you?

Dorino looked at the cloth strangely, but also wrapped it around his neck. What did you think, make it a ribbon tie in front of your neck.

"Hmm?... Kuku! haha! I can't do this, it's too ticklish!

With tears and laughter, he finally took off his cloth.

Previously made cloth with green slime as a material.

Slight air flow moves thighs and cloth.

Whether you feel like a bug move or want to tickle like a drino, it is a hard feeling to keep wearing it.

I also prototyped it by changing the strength and weakness of the wind, but none of this feeling completely disappeared.

"Why not? Even though you can't tickle in your shoes."

"Because the inner layer of the shoe doesn't move because it's somewhat thick. And I think it's hard to tickle because it weighs."

A few summers ago, I prototyped it with such a short circuit of thought that it must be cool if I imparted wind magic to my shirt.

Instead of the kind of cloth the Wolves tried, the whole short-sleeved shirt on the round neck suddenly had wind magic a step stronger than this.

"I'm prototyping a well-ventilated shirt," I explained to my father, and while Darya was going to wash her hands, she put her sleeves through.

I couldn't stop laughing at my father, and the result was the absurdity of tearing my shirt off.

I wish I could have done that there, but I was unlucky and Tobias just got back from the customer.

Daughter who breaks her shirt, teary-eyed father who laughs too much and falls to the floor.

To a sight beyond comprehension, he had his eyes on the dot.

My father told me to make the same thing for the right explanation, and I made exactly the same shirt.

It should be noted that, with regard to Tobias' shirt, my father was pulling it off.

I remember Tobias saying 'Think carefully about what you make' to Tobias, who couldn't stand because of the abdominal pain caused by laughter, and apologizing deeply.

I had a lid on my memory too much, but that one was sure I was the perpetrator.

"Looks like this could be used for a punishment game..."

I was following black historical memories, so I follow Dorino's words.

"Punishment game, is it?

"Oh, it might be good for a drink or a banquet. Mostly they let him drink more, but some of them can't. So there's a lot going on about performing songs and shouting out my favorite kid's name. And there are also punishments for drunk and untouchable guys who sleep in a liquor store and don't wake up, wrapped in fur and flags and thrown into a room"

"I used to be wrapped in a net of fish myself"

"Randolph didn't have enough space for a flag."

Don't ask if Randolph got sick or slept.

But if he were to get on the net, it could be quite a big fish.

"Cloth... net?... Ah!

Darya runs to the kitchen again as she can think of.

What I had in my hand was a coarse-eyed white cloth like gauze. It is a cloth used to make soup and other materials. I chose a new item to stock for processing.

"Excuse me! I'm just going to the workshop for a moment. I'll be right back."

"Oh, if it's a prototype, I'm coming too."

Wolfe continued in Dalya rushing through the living room.

Serve the green slime powder in the workplace on the ground floor and mix it in a glass cup with the drug solution for the magic conductor.

If you put the magic of your fingertips in there, the liquid became loose viscous.

The light green viscosity is controlled by the magic of the index finger, while imparting it to the spread coarse-eyed cloth.

However, it is in the form of an empty lattice rather than a complete one, and a fixed wind direction from the surface to the back.

The magic from Dahlia's fingertips, the corresponding viscosity, proceeded regularly vertically and horizontally, sticking to the surface of the cloth.

The wind magic directional fixation, which had previously been slightly disturbed, could also be granted without problems thanks to Osvaldo's teaching.

Care is taken to ensure that the wind magic imparted by Green Slime is not too strong, and that the lattice spacing is even, and work continues.

There was not so much area of cloth, some more magic than before, and unexpectedly, it was finished faster.

I'll gently check with my left hand to see if I'm settling in, get in the mood and wrap it around my neck.

When I let it twirl around, the cool came through from the neck to the outside.

It feels perfect on the inside, but I don't really care because it's a gauze-like cloth. There was no tickle, either, as the wind flowed outside.

It would go well with the clothes and armor to be worn on top, but this would be worn without any problems.

It might be a good idea to wrap it around the area where the sweat is concerned, with the cloth.

"I think this would be cool!

Pass the cloth off your neck to Wolfe. He immediately wrapped it around his neck.

The golden eyes round nicely, with a big grin.

"Cool... this doesn't tickle!

In the end, Randolph and Dorino, who came down together, try each. A grin spread on their faces as well.

"This is so good!

"Cool is fine..."

"So that's how good the wind looks."

Darya begins to spell out the working steps to that point in her notes.

The knights began to speak thoughtfully as they alternately wrapped mufflers around their necks and arms.

"In summer knight's clothes, if you can put this in your back, you're going to lose your sweat."

"I can tell you. It would be helpful to have armpits."

"The heavy-duty man would be helped if this cloth were on the front and back"

"Heavy armor... can't you paste the cloth inside the armor?

"It's possible. In armor, cloth and cushions are often placed in rubbed parts of the metal"

"So maybe you should try to change that. Fix the direction of the wind in one direction, make it a little stronger."

Whether you feel tickled or not is different for individuals.

There are strong and weak winds and you should prepare a few patterns. I'll add that to my note, too.

"If you stick it on the back of your helmet, it's going to reduce sweat in your eyes"

"There is also a fear of magic antagonism when the helmet (Kabu) has a strength or other grant...... ah, can't you just make it look like a hat with a thin cloth? I thought it might be easier to replace them."

Wind magic by green slime is basic, expendable.

The production itself is easy, but as with the laying in the shoes, it is really going to be replaced.

"I'd appreciate that. When you're done with it, you'll just have to strip the magic off and put it on again. If you're a magician or a magician in the Imperial Castle, you should be able to strip them in a short time."

"You're amazing at the Wizard of the Royal Castle. Generally speaking, I think that would be time and expense."

I hear there is quite a bit of magic to strip away the magic you grant. I wonder how magical the Royal Castle is to have all its magical and magical conductors.

"If you can put it on the back of your gloves, you're going to lose your hand with sweat."

"No, you can have a single glove because it's thin. So, if you put your current gloves on top,"

"With less sweat in your hands, the Bow Knight will be delighted."

Darya asks as she takes notes, and the knights speak of their hopes and thoughts.

I guess there was some booze momentum. The conversation thrived afterwards, and the note at hand, quickly bundled.

For Darya, this bunch is an exciting source.

A laugh came up on the mountain of ideas and uses that I hadn't noticed myself.

"Ugh...... they all look interesting. You'll try to make it from what you can!

"... Oh, wait, Dalya! Let's talk to Ivano first."

Wolfe, who was smiling at herself, accidentally turned into a dangerous face.

Like that change, Darya leaves her neck open.

"Of course I'll talk to you, but what's wrong?

"I'm sorry, both of you, but I'd like to ask for nothing else. I guess I'll be able to use this in my squad sooner or later, but when they find out first besides the squad, I kind of feel bad"

"Oh... I know something. I heard that mass production is difficult even during laying."

Even Dorino nods with a snort.

Turning his gaze to Randolph, he was staring straight at Wolf.

"Do I need my temple contract?

"A temple contract, what?

"This time it's confidentiality. My mother is out of the Count's house in the neighbouring country. My studies are five years long."

"I don't need it. Isn't Randolph your friend?"

"You may well be, Miss Dalya is the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce. Given the safety of the Chamber of Commerce, you'd need it, wouldn't you?

All of a sudden he turned to himself and looked at him, and Dahlia dawned.

But Wolfe is right, he is his friend. Besides, I don't think Randolph would say anything else.

"No, you don't have to"

"Then on the sword...... no, I swear to my friend I won't say anything else. For Miss Dahlia, that's more believable, isn't it?

"... thank you"

To him, who says he is more of a friend than a sword, I am a little confused as to how to answer, and manage to reply.

The red tea eyes that look at me kind of felt like I was laughing.

Then we talked for a while and we all cleaned up after the meal where the separation was made.

Afterwards, thank Darya, the men leave the green tower.

In the deep blue sky, the moon was already out.

"Wolf, you can still stay. You're off tomorrow, you just need to take your time."

"This is the time, and I'm coming home with you."

On the street where you can still see the green tower, the blue-eyed young man laughs thinly.

"Wolf, you're dating Mr. Darya, aren't you?

"I'm dating you as a friend. By the way, since when did you call me Darya?

"Just now. So, you're a" friend frame ". So if it's me or Randolph telling Mr. Dalya I'm serious about signing up for a date, why don't you stop?

"That's... I'm not stopping you"

"Ah?"

"What?"

Dorino and Randolph's listening back completely overlapped.

"I won't stop anyone applying to Darya to socialize. If Drino or Randolph really thinks about it, it's not something I can stop. I tell you never to stop playing..."

Saying and going footsteps are suddenly getting heavy. I haven't even noticed the two of you stopped walking.

Looking at its back, Dorino whispered low to Randolph.

"That's less than elementary school. That's what the guy who's over twenty years old is talking about?

"Agree by a majority. But Wolfe will soon be part of The Marquis. Sometimes you won't be able to move as you wish."

"Huh. That's a pain in the ass, nobleman... oh, we're going to have some more drinks in someone's room"

"Right."

Catching up to the tall tall walking ahead, Dorino speaks up.

"Wolfe, I'll tell you one of the stories. I'm a busty blonde. I'm not the same type."

"... yes"

"Hey, what about Randolph?

"Miss Dahlia will be a caring, good wife"

"Randolph......?

At the loosening of the golden eye, Dorino slaps that shoulder twice.

"Wolfe, come on. I'm just teasing you. This guy looks serious, but he just doesn't show up, that's pretty much it."

"I just said what I thought. I didn't say I was going to sign up for socialization. It is also a courtesy of a meal that I poured when I stood up for red wine, not" Your Ladyship, Intimate Ninaritai ""

"Your Ladyship, Intimate Ninaritai," Randolph says, replacing only there with the words of his neighbour.

An aristocratic man rises up and pours red wine on a woman with or without a title.

That is also an expression of wanting to be intimate with you. If the woman also stands and takes it, it means that she understands her feelings.

Darya seemed to have forgotten, but it was in Wolfe's mother's book, that note.

"Randolph......"

"What is it, Wolf?

The expression remained the same, but Wolfe knew that the eye she gave back was exactly stained with the colour of the laughter.

When Wolff moves without sound, he grips one arm of Randolph with his body reinforced hand.

The red-brown-haired man raised a single eyebrow at the power that seemed to make a stinging noise.

Then, put your body strengthening on your arm and push Wolfe's eaten finger back.

Dorino gives a frightened face to two people who start competing for physical enhancement with a flat face.

"Neither of you are fooling around here, let's go"

Wolfe and Randolph finally left, and we all began to take the night lane again.

"But I'm surprised Dorino said that."

"I'm sorry. But it's been my seventh year with you, and then it just took me three years to talk like this. Dalya will be worried about you these days."

"... thanks, Dorino..."

Dorino sighs deliberately, thanking her with a small voice.

"Mostly you, you're your son on the outside, but the contents are good, you're a teenager in the middle."

"Hey, isn't that a little bad? Me, I was a little snug right now."

Wolff, you better watch yourself calmly.

"Until Randolph...... what, it's not a demon, it's a day to push me?

The teasing and laughing talk lasted a long time.