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

As the welcome continues, when a squire rushes in from the entrance, he ears something to Grate.

Grate looked a little reluctant, but only answered briefly, 'Let it pass'.

"Excuse me while I take you in. Captain Grate asked for you."

He was a grey-haired blonde, supposedly from the same generation as Grate, who came in.

There are three assorted dark ashes that look like civilians, but there are two gold winged decorative pins on the collar.

It must be quite a nobleman, the Forts and the crew will soon rise up and have a meeting. Darya also took a few steps back and thanked him longer with Lucia.

"You're the chairman of Rossetti's Chamber of Commerce. Just fine. of the budget of the Expeditionary Stove."

"You think it's remand?

Grate listens back with a rugged face. The surrounding gaze also gathered at the man in unison.

What Dalya thought was wrong was that the price was a problem for the budget.

Expeditionary stoves are not cheap.

"I got a lot of opinions. First of all, I don't know how much need it is. It didn't have to be done before."

"It should be left to the discretion of the squad there. It's supposed to fit in with the cost of expedition improvement?

"Yeah, but it's higher than a regular small magic guide stove."

"If it's for expeditions, we need to change shape, reduce weight and other improvements. I decided it was reasonable."

It was still about the budget.

I feel smug that budget issues are intelligent in previous and present lives.

"There were a few other voices of concern."

"Voice of concern?

"It's a matter of trust regarding the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, if I say so."

"You think there's a shortage of guarantors?

"There's no problem there. Just getting in and out of the Royal Castle at the Chamber of Commerce we just launched this year, multiple items for a sudden deal. I was wondering if these things might be a little unnatural. Your father, the baron, has already died, and I had an opinion on whether or not he doesn't have a blood guardian - well, it's unusual for a chairman of a business to be a woman, so a lot of" rumors "would be easy to stand for."

After a glimpse of Dahlia, his gaze shifts to Wolfe, and then to Grate.

Amber's eyes felt terribly cold.

"It's just a rumor. I don't care."

"Even if Captain Grate doesn't mind, it could have a negative impact. I called into the captain's office, and the clothes were a little dirty afterwards, and to that extent, 'rumors' are flowing."

"… Zildo, you…"

Grate makes an angry voice.

But the man known as Jildo didn't change his expression in any way.

"You're late for your name to the chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. I am Zildfan Deals, Director of Finance. The maid, who was rude to you, let her back down from the royal castle. Can I pay about four pieces of gold for my clothes?

Darya was confused.

It sounds as a word for what they have been saying since just now, but I don't want to understand.

A maid deliberately defiled her own clothes the other day. It was probably this man who ordered it.

The purpose seems to be harassment of Grate. The stinging malice, though it involves itself, also seems as if it has not been put into sight.

"... thank you for greeting me. My name is Darya Rossetti from the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. I don't mind the cost of clothes. Because that's what I'm wearing right now."

What I'm wearing today is a skirt that was tainted and re-dyed by a maid that day.

The shades of dark green are spotless everywhere.

"Well... Chairman Rossetti, I'm here because of you. Once again, could you please ask the Treasury Department for a detailed description of the expedition stove at the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce and a quote that will accompany the budget as much as possible? Whatever, you can set a place for explanation at the Royal Castle."

I guess you're treading that there's no way you can follow that suggestion. Its eyes shine a sarcastic light.

Swallow of the anger and anxiety that came up his throat, Darya returned the words.

"… I would like to take the opportunity"

"Mr. Darya!

Ivano whispers his name.

I answered before I talked to him, but the paperwork alone is going to be completely destroyed. If it's any chance at all, I'd like to explain it directly.

"You're welcome. I'll see you in three afternoons. Yeah, if you don't think you can make it along the way, you can refuse via Captain Grate. Okay, excuse me."

Jildo turns a strangely neat smile on me and sets me up.

The distance is too close for a mistake, when it seemed that way, the whisper dropped low in my ear.

"How far can you go? The cat with the cat."

"... Huh!

Darya has just certified this man as an enemy.

It even sounds cute when it comes to 'cat keeping', but the meaning said on this occasion is' someone's mistress'. Even if it's an aristocratic term, that's about all I know.

I don't have a title, I don't have enough track record.

Neither appearance nor courtesy would be worthy of the royal castle.

But do you think they, the Demon Crusaders, will get lost in one woman and bend their duties?

What the hell do you think those who fight demons for their lives?

In my previous life, from university research classes to company training, I didn't like presentations, but I just did them. Three days from now, why don't we give him a full presentation?

Bite your lips tight inside, make a face and drop off the man's back.

When Jildo left and the door closed completely, he accidentally spilled his exhale.

And I'm trying to pretend back, I can't move.

Around me, something cold and scary is flowing.

The body solidifies completely and cannot speak or change orientation. Breathing is painful, as the oxygen has faded rapidly.

"Darya, what...!

"What disrespect to Miss Dahliya for giving me this coolness in heavy duty..."

"Put it in his shoe, in his old shoe... be a water bug"

"... you seem like a good fit to be darkened..."

"Hey, don't! Fools, don't 'intimidate' me here!

A magnificent knight drinks his crew.

Apparently, it sounded round to the crew, including Wolfe, who was bluffing his ears.

In this condition, I was honestly happy that you were angry for me.

Afterwards, if I pretended back because I could finally move, there was a Wolf holding his eyes with one hand to see if there was still going to be intimidation.

Both Ivano and Lucia are bright blue.

It is the boulder that the default does not change its complexion and just looks worried about this one.

"Gentlemen, I am so sorry. Now the crew, who spoke of 'intimidation' and 'strange solitaire', will be wearing armor later and around the training ground. Of course, without a breeze cloth."

"... Yes"

When the reflective reply echoes from around, the knight turns back to the grate.

"Captain Grato, the remarks made earlier by the Marquis of Deals are too disrespectful to the Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. Protest from the captain."

"I'm glad you're feeling it, but fine"

Darya ran out of words before Grato opened his mouth.

"The Rossetti Chamber of Commerce is very well looked after. You can protest here."

"Thank you. But I'd like to make my own withdrawal request. I may not be able to apologize, but let me deal with the Chamber of Commerce."

bowing his head to the magnificent knight, Darya wishes.

If you protest on your behalf, you'll probably get an apology.

But Darya will be seen as in the asylum of those who protested.

If Grate protests, it could be one of the reasons to deepen the rumors.

I can't ask for an apology because I don't have a title, but I can hope to withdraw my remarks. It's a mystery if you can, but at least, you should be able to avoid painting misunderstandings.

Plus, I just heard the name of the 'Marquis of Deals'.

If it is the Marquis, it is the same as Grato. Fucking with the Treasury Department would be negative for the future Demon Crusade Squad.

"... Rossetti, I'm sorry. That's just as much of a hit on me. Rumor of extinguishing the fire is mine. But don't resent that one."

"Captain Grate!

To Wolfe, who vandalized his voice, Grate continued with a self-derisive face.

"I'm the one who killed that man's brother."

All of a sudden everyone on the spot lost their voice to the words.

"Once upon a time, on his way home from an expedition, one of the crew members died after falling horseback. My doctor told me I had anaemia and malnutrition. It was a worse meal back then than it is now, he couldn't eat much. I didn't realize."

"That, because of Captain Grate..."

"I was the one leading that expedition. My friend told me to ask for my brother, and I cheaply agreed to leave him to me. It's all my fault."

A voice as clumsy as an old man, it hurts my ears.

Demon Crusade Squads must not only fight demons for their lives on an expedition, but must also fight hunger and associated ill-health.

The day I first met him, I remember Wolfe, who was full of blood, and I feel like I can't do it.

"I'll call Treasury again in the squad. If you still can't, buy it on a budget with permission and then buy it with me."

"Thank you. But let me explain."

"You don't have to worry. It's the man on that street. It might just make you feel even more uncomfortable."

"I don't mind. Because it's the Chamber of Commerce's" Workout Place "."

Developments in magic tools are often troubled by hitting walls, overcoming them, destroying them, or going in a different direction.

If you look at Ivano, you know perfectly well that commerce is something that multilaterally stretches the yarn of interests. It seems very difficult to hit, avoid, and look for the ends of one yarn after another along the way.

There will be no easy development, no easy commerce.

Though the momentum on the spot, it is what I, the developer and chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, said. As long as I can, I want to do it.

"'Workout place' or... a shame, if you're a boy, to adopt a son... no, wait..."

While Grate is holding her mouth, she's crushing something, but she can't hear me very well.

A magnificent knight gently coughed as he tried to listen back.

"Um, would it be difficult to tell the Marquis of Deals how important it is about the meal of the expedition?

"... even if I could tell you, it would be tough to tell you to understand"

To his wounded voice, Darya bowed her head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it, and I said I'd gone too far."

"No, I'm happy for you"

Afterwards, it becomes a conversation with the fort, and the conversation returns to the breeze cloth (Auratello) as if nothing had happened.

But everyone, the mouth count is low and the first businessness has completely disappeared.

As for the breeze cloth (Auratello), I finished the conversation by asking them to continue to try it in the squad and summarize their opinions.

"Darya, I hope you... don't let me down"

In the stables of the royal castle, in its carriage, Wolfe, who has accompanied me, called out.

Ivano said he needed help with the default, and he's just leaving the temporary carriage.

"What you make really helps the team. Thank you, everyone."

"Thank you. If you could tell Wolf that, I'd try harder."

There's too much going on, I'm a little tired.

But we have to get Ivano to a meeting from here and get ready for the presentation.

As the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, I would like to convey the soundness of the expedition stove as much as possible so that it can be introduced in the squad.

"... you don't have to hang in there"

"Huh?"

"Darya, you've worked hard enough already. Because even the squad is going to move. I hope you don't worry too much."

"He looked that serious, me?

"Oh. You looked worried that you could wrinkle around here."

pointing between his eyebrows, Wolfe laughs.

When I saw his face, the strength of his stiffened shoulder slipped out.

"I don't want it yet, so I'll be careful"

"Even now, it's like one day there's gonna be a wrinkle."

"Yeah. Wouldn't it feel more like a 'powerful magician' when you're quite old?"

"... a powerful magician..."

Wolf is enduring while faintly shivering his shoulders.

I know he's not going to be noticed, but the laugh is utterly overwhelming.

I don't know what's wrong.

But this trivial interaction seemed like a very long time.

I haven't been to the garment demon guidance workshop for a while now, so I haven't been able to talk to Wolf much.

I want to talk about magic guides and demons, and I want to hear about expeditions and workouts.

Darya only has a little courage and speaks of the next promise from herself.

"Wolfe, when you're done with your next briefing, why don't you take your time?

"Oh, let's do that. I'll look for good liquor - sorry, I have a habit of hanging out with the drinos..."

Wolfe, who raised one hand in the middle of the word, rushes to bring it down. I guess we were going to slap each other in the palm of each other's hands.

I'm happy for some reason with my unconscious move as a close friend.

Dahlia laughed, slightly at her fingertips, her nearly lowered palm.

"Looking forward to it"