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

Ivano slowly flushed his gaze from left to right as he got off the carriage.

The building of the Orlando Chamber of Commerce said it was a little before noon, but there was little flow of people and no movement of loads.

The last time I came here, I was more lively. Stepping out with that in mind, one woman entered my sight.

A little in front of the building, somewhere out there, wandering around inside.

I've seen him in the Alliance several times in the past, Tobias' mother. At first glance, I could tell I was old.

Previously, though in his fifties, he had glossy, rich red tea hair and an atmosphere that made him feel plump but gorgeous when he was younger.

But now the woman tied up her noticeable gray hair and let loose all the dresses she was wearing. Above all, he stands first.

"It's been a long time, Madam former Chairman of Orlando"

"... Oh, Mr. Ivano, it's been a while"

Speaking first in front of the Chamber of Commerce, the woman opened her eyes and said hello back.

Fine ivory shirt with fabric in a trio of blue, flowing using habits, combed (scraps) mustard seeds (from) colored hair.

Thankfully, the clothing standout is the Fort of the Clothing Guild Leader, and the barbershop and barber is an introduction to Osvaldo.

In order to help transport as well, when I was a guilder dressed in a rough outfit, I have the pride of changing the atmosphere rather than standing up.

On the first day, I was bored in front of the mirror when it was too much to do, but by my wife and two daughters: 'Dad, I'm so cool!' I was fine thanks to Cole. It's simple.

"Mr. Ivano, you have been very kind... and Mr. Gabriela will be delighted."

"What do you think? I've been busy these days, and I can barely talk to the deputy guild chief."

Around giving Gabriella's name, not to mention his wife or parents, there is still only the former Mrs. Chairman.

Ivano makes a sales smile and deliberately waits for words as they are.

"... is there any change?

"I'm right though. Or is it about someone else?

I know it was about Darya who was asked. But I blurred it and turned my blue eyes to her.

"... If you look at our chamber of commerce now, it will be laughable, won't Darya?"

"No way. Our chairman is not like that"

Ivano deliberately laughs loudly at voices that contain low and remorse. But there were no words to return.

"I came in for a business meeting, can you give me some guidance? I was hoping for a long job."

"Excuse me. I'll show you."

Riding past the entrance to the Chamber of Commerce with the woman as if she were looking for an excuse to go inside.

"This is Mercadante from the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. I'm here about a business meeting."

"Welcome, Master Mercadante. Ireneo will be here shortly, so I'll show you first."

A merchant member who seems to have been waiting tries to lead himself to the reception room and looks in trouble at the woman who goes on.

"Big Ma'am, you know..."

"Oh, I was wondering if you'd like me to be present with the former chairwoman of Orlando, too."

When Ivano said so, the Chamber of Commerce led me to the reception room, even with a very troubled face.

Is this the third time you've come here as the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce to talk to Ireneo or come and receive material?

Thanks to Gouid's push for the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce at the dinner party he was invited to, orders for waterproof cloths and other magic conductors increased sharply. In exchange, the Orlando Chamber of Commerce's order for magic conductors should have been reduced at once.

The next Marquis' recommended chamber of commerce, and a woman close to his brother, is the president of the chamber of commerce. It was the head of the Orlando Chamber of Commerce's Magic Instruments department who stuck out a unilateral divestiture against its chairman of commerce - who doesn't even laugh at the flow that makes it too easy to see how anyone who finds out so much moves.

But I didn't tell Darya or Gouid, but I did something a little gray myself.

The day after the presentation of the Expeditionary Stove, the eighteenth is to ask the Rumor Sparrow (Rumor Suddenly) to spread the current harshness of the Demon Crusade Force.

He whimpered the stories of men who died of injuries from eating and environmental strains, parting from their families and lovers, and still risking their lives and deaths with demons, to a liquor store for the common people, as far as their budget was concerned.

Men with booze prefer martial arts.

Also, the rumored sparrows (rumored) also liked it as a story.

Originally a popular demon crusade force for ordinary people. Tales of more harshness and grief came back to my ears in a short period of time.

And then slowly sprinkling it in the same tavern is talking about Darya's expedition stove.

He wanted to be a little bit more powerful in the Demon Crusade Squad, lowered the price to the limit and hoped to carve a name behind him, the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce, the woman who said it was honorable.

The captain, Grato, paid tribute to her, to the point that she wished for a counselor.

No lies, no exaggerations. No matter where you are examined, there is no falsehood whatsoever.

Those who remembered the story of the harsh demon crusade unit seem to be spreading it to me themselves.

The story of the president of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, which is likely to even be a play, then enters among the people.

Soon, the talk of divestiture is disappearing, as is the story of being surrounded by Wolfe.

Rather, he even began to rumor that he would support a man of different statuses in his own work, a naughty woman.

This one didn't sprinkle itself, so is it naturally occurring or is this one sprinkled by nobles?

I'm a little concerned, but I don't want to get the serpent out of the box, so I'm not going to confirm it.

Darya thought Ivano broke and cheapened the expedition stove, so. But that's not true at all.

I carve my name behind the stove used by the Demon Crusade Squad, and when they say I'll advertise it, I'm so cold about how effective it will be to advertise it.

It was also an event that I thought Darya's ideas were not only rich in magic guides.

But I haven't spoken to Darya in depth about this.

Because I don't even want to brake slightly on her idea.

"Sorry to keep you waiting"

Ireneo walked into the room early at the same time that tea was served by the members of the Chamber of Commerce.

"No, because I came a little earlier than I promised"

Ivano deliberately said so.

In fact, Ireneo is a few minutes late.

Tired of the neighborhood and its blue complexion, which was deeper than last time.

"Well, here's the story..."

"Mr. Ivano, how can I apologize here and ask Master Scalfalotto to take his hand?

Suddenly it was the former Mrs President of the Chamber of Commerce who cut the fire.

"Mr. Wolfe and Mr. Gouid are not doing anything here."

"But now our Chamber of Commerce..."

"Mother, shut up."

Ireneo's, vegan face cracked.

The first reason I couldn't stop it would be because I was so blatant about having my own mother.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mercadante"

"No, I want to make it clear that Master Gouid is being stopped by Mr. Wolframe so that he doesn't get his hands on it. I heard it from him, no doubt about it."

"Is Mr. Ivano with Master Scalfalotto?

"Yeah, well. Mr. Gouid and I had a drink together the other day."

There are no lies in the words.

Even if that was the first one, they turned the one who would already come and go.

I'm not going to get away from Gweed anymore, but thinking the other way around, that's all worth it to me.

Then let me validly lend you the name 'Goood'.

"Let's get back to it, do you have a little free time lately?

"There are some unavailable"

"There is a mountain of work that I would like to ask you to do in relation to the magic guide."

"I appreciate the story. I'll take it whenever I can."

No time was available, no conditions were heard, and Ireneo responded instantly.

Apparently, it's just more than my predictions.

Pretend not to see the blue blood vessels floating in Ireneo's hands and mouth the recommended tea.

Pretty good leaves but a little warm.

It has also become a complete habit to check with my bracelet for poison from drinks.

"... Mr. Darya, what?

"Our chairman, what is it?

"Mr. Darya, were you allowed to give us a job, to guess?

To the former chairwoman, who apparently couldn't help but say, Ivano hung his mouth up tightly.

"Our chairman doesn't even think about the dust on you. The chairman is very busy every day with his various guilds in the royal castle. There seems to be plenty of privacy..."

Laughing at the blue gaze, lowering it to both of us.

Come on, now I'm gonna look nasty. I am conscious but I am not going to stop.

"You haven't even remembered, have you? About Mr. Tobias, about the Orlando family, about this Chamber of Commerce."

Mr. Carlo, I'm sorry - Ivano apologizes within.

I'm not Mr. Dalya's father, and I can't even tell you how torn my mouth is to replace you, etc.

Still, after all, I was angry at that engagement wreck.

I don't know anymore, though, because I have a daughter myself, because I was at the end of Dahlia's father's life, or because I started working for Dahlia and found out what was in her.

"The chairman tells me to hang out with this one just like the rest. If you ask me what I can do, I can stop you from being a good grown chairman."

"... Mr. Mercadante"

Ireneo calls his name low to a dialogue he can take for himself.

But Ivano's gaze is on the former chairwoman.

It was Carlo who raised Darya. So who brought up Tobias, who broke Dahlia's engagement?

In a silent inquiry, the woman began to speak with her eyes down.

"… I was in favour on the spot when Tobias told me that he wanted to destroy his engagement. Tobias and Dariya saw that they didn't really like each other… Tobias wanted us to be with someone we can think of… and Emilia's intention was great, according to this Chamber of Commerce"

The intention was to flip brilliantly.

He welcomed into the house a woman who might upset the Viscount family and let go of the woman who would grab the title on her own.

"I should have scolded Tobias. At least, I should have let the muscles pass...... I should have protected you as my daughter, I made a mess of Mr. Dalya, so I think this situation now is a huge one for me. I am so sorry......"

Bitter penance sounds, but Ivano responds to nothing.

I'm not in a position to say anything about this.

"Thank you for coming today, Mr. Ivano. If you can, please convey my apologies to the Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce… I wish the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce all the best for its future prosperity and good dealings and good business"

I was told in a strangely quiet voice, and if I looked at him, I had a color I remember.

I want to think of that lowest color as an illusion, but the woman's words chase me down.

"Ireneo, I'm sorry to interrupt. As I was told, I'm not coming here anymore, so I hope business talks and the future work out..."

The former chairwoman, smiling slightly at her son, bowed her head deeply and left the room.

"I'm sorry, shame on you."

"Follow me now, put people on"

Ivano strongly tells Ireneo, who begins to apologize as he has returned to me.

"Mother, you had the same eyes my father had before he died. You shouldn't be alone for a while."

"Excuse me! Excuse me for a moment"

It seems Ireneo also forgot to make a face. I left the room with a badly panicked face.

In the room alone, from the pot of tea at the table, do not hesitate to pour the rest into the cup.

It's a little too thick and bitter. Still, if it flowed down my throat, it calmed down just a little bit.

Only that eye color, it's unlikely I'll get used to it for the rest of my life.

Ireneo came back about fifteen minutes later.

"I'm sorry. Thank you, Mr. Mercadante."

I was deeply thankful, but I did not speak to each other as much advice as I had just given.

Ivano starts arranging the explanatory documents from his bag to switch the conversations.

But the man in front of me stopped it.

"... Mr. Mercadante, I have a favor to ask you"

"What is it?

"If you're one of our employees and it's in your eyes, why don't you speak up and do it?

"Does that mean 'pulling out' to me?

"I can't say that from me, but if I can get a voice from you before I make you quit, it should be a good man for you. I don't have a scratch that he was decapitated."

Ireneo's gripping hands are terribly white.

My own father may have done this before he gave up the Chamber of Commerce, too.

Ivano loosened his neck tie with his index finger.

"Let's break each other's bellies. I really want people over here. How long have you been there and how many are you willing to reduce?

"... in four months, it's a quarter"

"Chairman of the Orlando Chamber of Commerce, you know you're bad at cutting that number, right?

"Yes."

"If you want a quarter, a whole year, you can eat this Chamber of Commerce in me, two years, no, a year and a half."

"… Still, a year and a half extension is possible"

The squeezed voice is, nevertheless, the voice of the president of the Chamber of Commerce, the voice of those who stand above men.

Surprised within that he is too similar to his father, the former president of the Orlando Chamber of Commerce.

"What you want with an extension of your life is a relapse? I know it's a lot tough."

"The possibility and time to protect the Chamber of Commerce officials at all."

Ivano appeases to the man who has said it without hesitation.

At least Ireneo is a merchant who can use people.

"... What would you like, Mr. Mercadante?

"Freedom. I want the freedom for our chairman to do whatever he wants, the freedom for me to do business as I please... and the freedom for no one to interfere."

Answer honestly to the man who asks you as you get lost.

I do not want the disappearance of the Orlando Chamber of Commerce or anything else.

If it can be used, it should be used more effectively in the future than in the past.

Darya stacks people's smiles with her magic equipment, and she wants to build up trust and gold and create an unwavering chamber of commerce together.

And in order to do that, we absolutely need competent men, men who can use them.

"President of the Chamber of Commerce of the Netherlands, the workforce of this Chamber of Commerce, please all"

"What?"

"The whole Chamber of Commerce as a subcontract that will make our work a top priority. If you say you went down under the umbrella of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, you won't get your hands on it anywhere. Root it that way. I won't let you crush it. Nor will it scale down. I'll stop the cross spear as long as I can."

"But then, Miss Dahlia, no, what will the Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce say from other..."

"Haha...... what, you still didn't miss your 'brother-in-law'"

Ivano laughed deliberately in an exaggerated voice.

"Our chairman said he 'doesn't care' for any rumors, long after the engagement was broken. It doesn't hurt or itch anymore where you say something. And how many people have the guts to say that?

The chairman of the Chamber of Commerce of the Demonic Crusade Force, and the position of advisor.

Marquis' memory Regards, a competent magician who produces one fashionable magic guide after another.

Who wants to turn to the enemy such that each guild will gladly write a letter of recommendation?

"... what are the terms of the subcontract?

"'Street' would be bad for subcontracting. Let's make it a 'business partnership'. There is a mountain of work that I want to judge, I turn what I can turn. We'll contact you everywhere, and we'll protect you as much as we can. Instead, let the two of you put in a contract that you will not do anything to the detriment of Mr. Dalya, the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce in the Temple Contract"

"Who are you two?

"Orlando Chamber of Commerce President, you and Tobias, Head of Magic Instruments. Yeah, of course I'll have the cost here. Here's the condition from us, isn't it? I'll let you in today and wait three days."

Speaking with or without speed, I want to talk.

He gave a clear expression (kao) that he was unwilling to give up the terms and stared at Ireneo.

"... does Mr. Mercadante still look like his grandfather?

"No."

Ivano responds instantly to the query of the unconscious voice.

The last conversation I had with Ireneo, I wandered over a similar question and defended my expression with all my might.

But that thorn doesn't hurt itself anymore.

A man nicknamed "Cold Blooded Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce," his grandfather created a Chamber of Commerce in a generation.

My father, who was respected as the 'President of the Humane Chamber of Commerce', was too sweet to crush the Chamber of Commerce.

Both are just memories of me starting to put my armor together as a merchant.

I am completely different from my grandfather and my father.

"I've noticed lately that I don't seem like my father or my grandfather"

"Really..."

Ireneo lowered his black gaze softly. No more words to be returned.

"From now on, why don't you call me 'Ivano'?" Ireneo ""

Without checking, call it off first.

It is inherently strange for me to say to the Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce that I am only another member of the Chamber of Commerce.

Still, this is like a ritual of confirmation.

Even if we call each other intimate, we are no longer equal.

The light according to the black eyes, is it objectionable or give up?

Still, this man has to break his knees and take his own hands for those who want to protect him.

"... let me do that, 'Ivano'"

Ireneo was no longer a good enemy of his own.