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

"Welcome, Darya. That was fast."

When I finished my second cup of tea, the noise of the knock was there, and Wolfe came into the reception room.

I thought it would be nice to be polite, but Gouid remains calm in his expression.

"Thank you for inviting me. Well... I was here a little early for tea and cake."

"... brother?

They guessed something at Dalya, who was lost in saying it. The golden eyes made me a little suspicious and turned to Gouid.

"I was eating cheesecake. I told this cook to let me wave his arm once in a while, didn't I?

When Gouid says so with a cool face, he turns back to Dahlia.

"Oh, Lord Rossetti, I don't mind if Wolfe tells you everything he just said later"

"Um."

"Don't worry about it. You're really right."

With that said, the look (kao) of Gouid, who seemed a little troubled, was somewhere similar to Wolfe's.

"Dear Scalfalotto, if you're not rude, please, tell us directly about it. I wonder if it will be far enough to snag me in between."

"Far away, or... I see, that's true. It's not about letting you talk. Wolf, sit next to Lord Rossetti."

Wolfe, who looked at the conversation between them in surprise, finally took a seat.

"I called Lord Rossetti an hour earlier than you. I wanted to talk to you alone."

"Why, brother?

"At the Chamber of Commerce, where Wolfe is the guarantor, I wanted to see what the demon crusade unit is, and the advisor, who it is. No, this is pre-construction - a woman who could be your weakness. I wanted to identify Lord Rossetti, and for Lord Rossetti, I wanted to see what Wolf was like."

"Then shouldn't we have asked when we were about to, nothing but call Dahlia..."

"This is what I asked." If you want me to break up with Wolf, how much do you need?

Gouid returns the question he asked Dahlia earlier.

Moment after moment, the blur and the cold spread from directly next to Dahlia to Gouid, with the momentum of stabbing.

Next to the gouad, instantly a squire lines up.

At some point in his left arm was a sword, and his right hand was patterned. A knee built just for you is always out of your sword.

Darya bit off her back teeth, but to the intimidation that still persists, her breath is painful. Look forward motionlessly at the feeling of rapidly freezing from your fingertips and toenails.

Gouid and his squire across the table had not changed a single complexion.

"Lord Rossetti told me there was no need. Money, and a replacement Chamber of Commerce guarantor for Wolfe. If you wanted to break up with me as a friend, that's it. If it gets annoying, keep your distance."

"I have no intention of breaking up or distancing myself."

"I hope that's okay. Without interest and not attracted to Wolfe's appearance, my friend, I'm going to understand somewhat as my brother how heavy that is for you. Celebrate with all your heart that you have made a good friend."

That's what Gouid answers, laughing in his brother's face.

Cold and heavy signs dispersed and Darya was finally able to breathe.

"Thanks...... but in the future I want you to avoid anything that would bother Darya and anything bad for my heart"

"Rather, here's what's bad for the heart. Isn't Intimidation coming up again?

Away from the side of Gouid, who smiled, a squire gently walked over to Darya.

"Excuse me, but your hair seems to be disturbed... I will show you"

"Oh, thank you"

Dahlia lay her hands on them without hesitation, as she was reached out with white gloves by her squire.

The squire leads Darya out of the room.

Wolfe, who was about to rise, was strongly stopped by rusty and blue eyes.

"Um, what about Darya...?

In the room where the two of them left, Wolfe asks with a face that ignores wonder and grump.

My brother in front of me sighed deeply.

"Wolf, you should learn to treat women a little more. Think about what happens to a woman who's not even a knight if she makes that strong intimidation next door. Fortunately, Lord Rossetti seems to be somewhat resistant..."

"If you've made me sick, apologize right away...!

Cold frost flied harshly from Gouid's right hand into Wolfe's sight as he was about to rise.

When I accidentally stopped moving, my brother said in a low voice.

"Wolf, sit down. Be nice here."

"But... where's Darya going?

Gouid coughed lightly and turned his gaze out the window.

"... it would be a restroom"

"Ha..."

Darya sighs deeply and deeply.

Wolfe's freezing intimidation made me want to go to the bathroom a lot, so I was very grateful that my squire took me out.

However, the maid was advised to 'spill tea' and to change a set of clothes, including underwear, and resigned with full force.

I want you to stop that misunderstanding, please. but I also want to avoid explaining that it is a misunderstanding.

Just in case Wolf misunderstands you, enough to want to go straight back to the tower.

As a result, I needed fifteen minutes to make a stuffy, desperate face and leave the restroom.

The maid then showed me away from the garden out of the mansion.

The house as far away as the house of the common man was surrounded by greenery and by flowers. It is also like a little villa in a large mansion.

Inside, Wolfe smiled and set four small magic instruction stoves on a pure white table.

There are familiar ingredients on the side. I didn't have to ask what you were willing to do.

Keep your gaze out of line and decide to stay as still as possible on the wall.

"My brother also said he wanted to try a meal at a small magic instruction stove, so I thought this would be better than a tea party."

"There's something lined up on the table that I haven't seen much of, what's this?

"Skewers of red beef, dried Kraken's feet, dried green squid overnight, vegetables and sauce."

I know Wolfe was recently in the dry with the dried goods overnight.

The two of us tried a lot and baked a lot in the tower.

But no matter how far away the mansion is, it is definitely not a dish to do with four small demon guided stoves in a well-tuned, lined room of this product.

Regardless of the red beef itself, is the skewer good for the aristocrats, or is it something that can also be dried and dried overnight?

It is Wolfe who prepares the ingredients and is serving them like this now, but I feel strange responsibility.

Darya walked over to Wolfe and spoke up.

"Um, I thought if I baked it here, I'd smell it in my room..."

"Oh well. Should I open the window completely?

"No, because it still smells pretty bad on carpets, walls, etc."

This fluffy, watery carpet will never match the aroma of dried food.

Decorated flower garden painting, wallpaper with butterfly float pattern on ivory, glossy conditioning based on white. Here the oil smoke, at the earliest, is blasphemy.

"Do you want to do it in the garden? On the west side, you won't be able to see it from the hall after standing and eating. I'm paying people, and with Jonas and Wolfe, I don't need an escort."

"Dear Goood, whatever you want to stand and eat..."

A squire spoke from behind the diagonal, but it did not serve as a deterrent to the gouad.

"So shall we call it a 'standing party'? I'm in charge of the Royal Castle, and I can't go on an expedition for the Demon Crusade. Wolfe and I wanted to try standing and eating outdoors or stabbing and baking and eating on skewers for once."

A fun laughing gouad looked younger than Wolfe.

I seem to have taught someone something so badly behaved that I shouldn't have.

Next to herself, Wolfe was nodding with a lot of good smiles.

There was no word to stop, and if I turned my gaze in a little trouble, the squire man also looked in trouble.

Rusty eyes pointed this way, shaking in subtle light.

I want to do something about it, but I can't do anything about it - no words, but I think it kind of fits.

Eventually, after this, the four of us were to have a 'standing party'.