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

Wolfe's mansion, where I am allowed to place the address of the Chamber of Commerce, was as luxurious as Osvaldo's mansion.

Three story mansion with blue roof on pure white wall. The green lawn in the garden was of an unexpected bluish nature in autumn, with pale colored flowers blooming in the garden based on white.

Now that this is a separate residence in the Scalfalotto family, how much is the main residence?

Flushing his temper with a deep breath, Darya proceeded from the carriage to follow the guide's squire.

It was Goood, Wolfe's brother, who invited himself here today.

He is the eldest son of the Scalfalotto family and the next Marquis.

Originally, Ivano was supposed to come with me as a squire, but he was called in the royal castle's administrative relationship on the verge of going out.

He says he'll be here as soon as he's done, but he can't just let the other guy rush him.

Fortunately, Wolfe meant the day off, and he said he could have you present.

Thick, double-open entrance doors that I don't think I can open by myself, and a sunny blowout entrance hall. There are not so many decorations, but they all seemed lustrous and elegant, noble mansions.

Darya was stepping on the blue carpet in the hallway, but felt her gaze, stopping her leg.

A portrait of a beautiful lady was adorned with sunless walls.

Long hair when it comes to sandalwood, white skin like snow, pale, red lips. My deep, black eyes are slightly narrowed and I'm smiling gently at this one.

It's Wolfe's mother - that's what my instincts told me.

It's not a beauty because it's a painting. Perhaps the person was more beautiful than this, somehow I could be so sure.

"Your painting is the Third Lady, Vanessa Scalfalotto. As a child, Mr. Volfredo died of illness."

"... Was I? Thanks for letting me know."

Nodding to the explanation of the guide's squire, Darya began walking again.

Wolfe's mother that she died of illness.

In fact, it is a battle death due to raids in the housekeeper relationship, but I guess it is externally considered a morbidity or death there.

My legs just got a little heavier about what Wolfe thought of passing in front of this painting.

"Welcome, Lord Rossetti"

In the reception room that was put through, a man with blue silver hair was waiting.

Not much like Wolfe. He's more of a civilian than a knight in one way or another.

His face was neat, but he looked stiff and puppeted somewhere.

"Wolfe's brother, Gouad Scalfalotto. My brother always takes care of me."

"My name is Darya Rossetti from the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. Thank you for your help."

As I return my greetings, I have eyes on the empty chair I follow.

As for time, it should be right around the corner, but Wolf wasn't here yet.

"Wolf would be late. I'm sorry, but I missed my letter time by about an hour. I want to talk to you and me. Oh, of course, even if I say two, I have a squire present in the room. May I?

"... Yes, I don't mind"

After being seen through the thought, I was told a few quick words.

For the first time since I was told, I noticed a man in black squire clothes on the wall.

Tall, rusty haired man. Her gaze was lowered, but her eyes were also dark rusty. The slightly browned skin is reminiscent of the desert country.

I didn't have to say hello to my squire, but I had a mild conversation. Then the other person returned the meeting the same way.

Darya manages to consolidate her face for sales, even as she gets inside.

I lowered my hips on the recommended black leather sofa and waited for Gouid's words.

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart first. Thank you for helping Wolfe, who was taken away by Wyburn. He has also heard about the fairy crystal glasses that followed and the development to the Demon Crusade Squad. Wolfe goes to Lord Rossetti often and takes care of something."

"No, this one looks after you better"

"Right..."

Those blue eyes, once distracted from the window, then return to themselves.

The deep blue, invisible at the bottom, felt strangely shaken.

"Lord Rossetti, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to ask you one thing. If you want me to break up with Wolf, how much do you need?

"Huh?"

All of a sudden, I can't think of a word to give back.

When I tried to ask what the word meant, Gouid spoke out again.

"That was a bad way to put it. I want you to hear what I'm about to say until the end. I really appreciate what you've done to Wolf."

A quiet but somewhere cold voice strikes Darya in the ear.

"But Lord Rossetti is already a man very close to Wolfe. Ahead, you may be Wolfe's weakness. When that happens, if you want us to break up here, it's natural to get a consideration. Two hundred gold coins, three hundred, I want to hear the numbers you want."

"... not necessary. If Wolfe wants to break up as a friend, that's it, and if it seems to bother you, I'll give you a distance."

Always, I was ready somewhere in my head.

The day Wolf disappears from next door to himself.

Different identities, convenience of work and assignment, and, Wolfe's love and marriage.

Even if he keeps his distance, I've been trying to be able to stand alone, without asylum at that time. There can't be money or anything there.

"If Wolfe is going to keep his distance, I promise to introduce you to a higher nobility as a guarantee rewrite for the Chamber of Commerce?

"Not required"

Now is the time to have the title of Demon Crusader and Consultant, but until then, it was the Chamber of Commerce that was protected in the name of Commercial Guild Leader and Wolf.

I use Wolfe for business, even if it's accepted as such.

Still, Wolf's suggestion from his brother, honestly, hurts.

"How many things does Lord Rossetti need to ask for when he breaks up with Wolfe?

"... if your friend tells you he wants to break up with you, would you ask for something?

They said it too puzzlingly, and the truth spilled.

"... Sure, I don't want anything"

As if the mask had fallen, Gouid's expression loosened.

"Lord Rossetti, I'm sorry I tried. Apologize sincerely."

Gouid rose out of his chair and bowed his head once.

Darya also hurries up and bows her head back deeply on the spot.

"No, please forgive me for being rude."

"I don't mind. I want it to be easier. Let me get this straight from here. I was worried. For Chairman Rossetti, I can't see what our Wolfe is like."

"I'm sorry, that, that makes sense..."

"For Wolf, you are a dear friend. Conversely, for you, I wanted to ask if Wolfe was a business relationship or a dear friend. If you're a merchant, it's about prioritizing money and connections, just in case. I went around and asked."

I don't know what's right, this wasn't in noble manners books. So Darya searches desperately for words.

"It will be an unfamiliar way of saying it, but forgive me. Master Wolf is a dear friend, even if he has nothing to do with his work. Now, wouldn't you like an answer?

"Enough. I'm so sorry. I don't know if I'm worried about you this year... but Wolfe's luck sucks anyway. While my brother, the more I know, the more sympathy I have."

"It's..."

The man who frowned and said, did not hide his pioneering face.

Darya wonders how to answer.

I know, but I don't know if I can put it into words.

"If that's how it goes, you seem to be asking some questions. Lately, I've been wondering if I should get fat. If you double that, don't you think you'll be at peace?

"That's right...... when you get that fat, it looks bad for your health"

Gouid broke his face greatly to Darya, who took him seriously.

"You're absolutely right. Well, my first impression has sucked, but I want you to let me make a little recovery from here."

Before I finish, a squire opens the door on the hallway side.

And what I carried in the wagon was a pile of tea sets, cakes, and cookies.

"It's all our cook's stuff, baked cheesecake and a tart. Cookies are Wolfe's childhood preference. I think I still liked salt butter cookies. The tea was made with green tea from the East."

"... thank you"

Gouid seemed to be well aware of Darya's preferences.

I've been apologized to by Wolfe before. "My brother was looking into Darya," he said.

The Scalfalot family is the Count. I worried about Wolfe and gave up that I had no choice but to check on my friend's self.

Darya doesn't have any trouble finding out. But it's a little embarrassing to know so much about food preferences.

However, if you think it's to welcome me, I'd appreciate it.

Start eating the first baked cheesecake served on a plate, along with the gouade across the diagonal.

The luxurious cheesecake I had at the royal castle was delicious, but this one is simple and the cheese itself tastes great. It is a soft and relaxing type to the tongue.

The sweetness of the cake area is subdued, whereas the biscuits at the bottom are sweet.

The green tea I drank afterwards was sweet and slightly bitter and I felt very familiar.

Green tea in the East is about ten times the average tea. It's not easy to drink, but it fits perfectly with this cheesecake.

"It's delicious..."

Smudging and crushing, Gouid chuckles.

At that moment, the squire replaced the empty plate with a plate of tart at an unlikely speed.

The vibrant red of the oxen suddenly comes in front of me, staring unexpectedly into the face of the squire beside the table.

"I recommend it, go ahead"

"Oh, thank you......"

Is the speed as fast as just now the strength of the will recommended or is it like one offering?

Nevertheless, it was as if I could not see how my hand to change plates moved.

Nevertheless, it does not change that the tart on the rice noodles looks delicious.

Make sure Gouad gets his hands on it and starts eating Dahlia too.

Plenty of sweet and sour cubes on a cute little round tart. Proceeding with the fork, the custard cream glowed thickly.

The sweetness is a little stronger, but it goes very well with the garlic.

Today, let's skip dinner. And I can't think about calories.

As he was sipping green tea while vowing within, Gouid was reaching for cookies across the street.

Darya was also recommended, but does not go into boulders after two chunky cakes.

Goood that doesn't seem like a luxury meat at all, but where the hell is that calorie going? So much so that I feel a little unfair.

If I turned my eyes to the light cough, my squire would have narrowed his rusty eyes and looked at the gooed.

From that lip, the twinkle fell with the sound of the limit you could hear.

"Goood's dinner should be reduced..."