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

It was only after the evening that Jean moved from the Adventurer's Guild to Osvaldo's Mansion.

I cut up my business faster than usual, and when I got in the carriage to pick him up, there was a woman who said she was a guide.

It is Hermelinda, the third lady of Osvaldo.

Jean couldn't measure Osvaldo's intentions and had subtle thoughts about how much both sides would make two men and women into carriages, even though they were married.

After a modeled greeting, the tall brunette looks at herself still in the seat across the street.

In the eyes of its adornment (the goose) colour, there was someone who somehow remembered.

"Teacher Jean, would you like to talk about something?

"Maybe... you, the 'minced el'?

The voice of a woman with a laugh gave me a frightening voice myself.

"Have you finally remembered? 'Minced' is only when you run out. That's all you can remember, isn't it terrible? There were some more cool street names like" Elle with the Blade Style. "

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Elle was Mrs. Zola... because I heard she was back in the country"

Reminds me more than ten years ago, it was a rookie training for the Adventurer's Guild.

Training for those who wish to walk in the meadows and woods, explaining demons, etc. for about four days.

Jean was forced out on the occasion that there were not enough trainees.

Perhaps it was Augusto's care for himself, who kept him busy every day.

At the time of the training, there were two people with incredible arms and a stunning loss of demonic material than a beginner.

Don't burn the ingredients to the brisk, don't mince them, and while I've cautioned over and over again, the two nicknames (nicknames) were 'black roasted' and 'minced'.

After training, as a brilliant and active pair of adventurers, the two ran up to advanced adventurers at once.

But he was still a better pair of crusaders than the collection of demonic material.

For this reason, it was still called 'black grill' and 'minced' and shady in the ingredients sector.

I just remember quitting Adventurer a few years ago. I don't know, I've never met him.

I had seen Ermelinda in Adventurer's Guild several times to be exact, but I didn't think it was a 'minced el'.

"I also felt like going back to the village without that guy...... my husband picked it up when I was worried. Oh, my back itches when the instructor uses polite language, so please be normal in the carriage"

"Thank you, let me just do that now. But it was so different, I didn't know. That, and the name..."

"Because I was married to a relative's nobleman once I was adopted. I changed my name from El to El Melinda."

The hair I was pruning short was long and glossy, and the skin that was black and tanned was white and smooth. The outfit you are wearing has also changed from hemp moveable up and down and light armor to a luxurious looking black dress.

Above all, the boy-like atmosphere that gathered the wind back then had turned into a seductive thing for his wife.

"Glad you're well...... no, sorry"

I said, relieved.

It's not easy for me to tell you after that.

"I'm all right now. I couldn't stop that runaway guy, but I could see it through to the end. I have a husband now."

"... right"

Ermelinda, who said it without hesitation, blinked a little.

What I recall is a man with vermilion hair, a low tall man.

I have asked myself many times if there is any way to be taller. You jump through and you're strong, but I was worried that you were a few centimeters taller than Elle.

He wore black leather gloves all the way through his rookie training because he was an advanced fire magic user and didn't remove the guards around his collar.

I wish I could have noticed that there.

He hid that he was' demonized 'in order to increase his magical firepower.

He eventually died in the midst of a battle with demons, burning himself with his own magic. Elle, who was with me, also suffered severe burns and injuries and retired from his adventurer to his hometown - that's what I was hearing.

Demonic curses, or 'demonized' under their protection, can easily increase health and magic.

But it's much smaller and there's a price.

It doesn't add or subtract power or magic well, breaks with magic beyond the body that becomes a vessel, feels different from a person, and changes the sense of smell and temperature - it's often difficult for a person to live as it is.

Also, if 'demonized' runs wild without being able to control its power, it is subject to crusade as a demon.

For this reason, even if "demonized" is difficult to curse in monetary terms, it is possible to switch to installments, alternative labor, etc., if you consult the Temple.

Most of all, it's a long way from the average person because it's really rare for people to get that far.

"There's nothing the instructor can do about him."

To an unintentionally quiet voice, he raised his gaze.

The eye of the onion is looking at this one like it's just a little troubled.

Apparently, my face was full of regrets.

"I don't have anything to carry. I was just remembering a long time ago... although it is a rare material, there are many burns and cuts, so the assessor used to mourn. I'll be there, too."

"I just need to apologize for that...... but it was always a small expedition, so it was a bad idea not to knock it down just now. Besides, do you have any more good memories or pleasant memories?

To Ermelinda, who laughed bitterly, Jean tapped further into her memory.

Was the first training session just about the end of the summer?

If I did, it was a start from where I scold the newcomers with a lot of luggage.

"During training, if he charred cheese on black bread, burned pigs caught because of it, or asked me to boil some hot water, and crippled the pot black, I remember the area well"

"You had it. Thanks to his expedition, I became more proficient in fireworks."

"It involves living and dying. Yeah, and then at a post-training drinking party, he wanted to be taller, mixed milk with booze, and he was frightening his stomach."

"I've never heard that before......"

I don't know where the fun memories are. Still, Ermelinda is laughing.

But that laugh doesn't have enough momentum to see your mouth as it did back then. In thin red clean nails and white fingers, the mouth is hidden.

Back then, the man who was always next to Ermelinda, that smile, I can't really remember.

"It's really familiar, it's been a long time since we've talked about that guy"

"It's that guy... it's definitely familiar"

Not calling names is untrained, or consideration for my current husband, Osvaldo?

Neither did Jean call his name as he left it obscure.

But Ermelinda seems to have mistaken it for an inquiry.

"Oh, I can't call you names anymore, only 'that guy'. Because they stopped me on a temple contract."

"Is that... at the discretion of Zola Chamber of Commerce Chairman?

Hit me, something cold runs on my forehead.

She exhaled once in front of herself, resting her neat grin.

"Sorry, you seem to have misled me. I asked for it."

"From yourself, why would you do that?

"I'm fine now. I can't believe I had a nightmare and a wife crying in the name of another man - that's the nightmare, isn't it?

Jean couldn't answer anything.