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

"That's already such a time..."

They were excited to read as they talked, and the unexpected time passed. It was about time we got along again at night.

After dinner at the tower, he opened the demonic atlas of the neighbouring country he had bought the other day to the table, sitting side-by-side and reading.

A beautiful picturesque heavenly wolf (Scoll) with a unicorn, a powerful forest serpent (Forestrasnake), and a horrible nine-headed serpent (Hydra), all blinded.

There are also ways to keep demonic silkworms (macaques), as well as with regard to grazing red cows (crimson cattle) and demonic sheep (like), and I also knew very well that neighboring countries value demonic livestock.

"Cocatrice has a long tattoo in front of a brace of petrification. Should I aim there with magic or a bow... I was after my head all the time"

"I knew Cocatrice's mouth (beak) would be anti-petrification, but as long as there were wings and the number of copies, it would be an anti-petrification material used up."

Wolf was surprised by the description of the demonic weakness and Darya by the way it was used as a material.

I was going to have quite a bit of knowledge, but what is normally known in neighbouring countries is sometimes new in this country.

We were both deeply convinced that these books were still important.

"It's raining, it's raining... are you here a little longer?

When I clear my ears, I hear something that sounds like rain. As I approached the window, there was a thin silver line flowing through the darkness at night.

"No, it's also too late..."

Suddenly the rainfoot intensified so as to block Wolf's voice.

Beyond the window, in the shabby rain, the two smile face to face.

"Wolf, just a little more, aren't you there?

"I'll let you do that, thank you"

To the intense rain that followed, Wolfe frowned.

Looks like someone's here.

"Huh? At this hour?

In the terrible rain, the bell at the gate rang. From the window, a man in a cloak stood.

Is there something sudden you need to do, and while you do, hurry out.

"At night, bad..."

"Mr. Marcella!

A wet marcella stood in front of the gate. Darya hastily invites him into the tower.

Marcella bowed her head deeply as she entered the room only one step through the door. pompous and drops from its sandy hair.

"Darya, I'm sorry, help Irma, please......!

"What's wrong with Irma?! Injury?"

"Irma got pregnant. But I'm not feeling well... it's dangerous."

Marcella's eyes, which raised her face, were badly red.

"Mr. Marcella, tell me what state Irma is in"

Give Marcella a towel and Dahlia asks on the spot.

As he was soaking wet, he refused to go upstairs and lowered his hips on the stone stairs. When I hold my eyes with a towel, I finally start talking.

"A while back, when the four of us ate, Irma couldn't get down the tower stairs, could she?

"... Summer Festival Day."

I remember Marcella well as she hugged Irma home.

Since that day, it had already been nearly three weeks.

In the meantime, Darya had never met Irma. I contacted him once in a letter, and he said, 'Sorry, one hand!' The reply came. So I just thought I couldn't see you because you didn't have the right plans.

"Irma's been acting crazy since that day... I keep throwing up, so I thought I ate too much or had a cold, but it didn't heal, and when I went to the doctor, he said I was pregnant. I was happy then, but I couldn't move..."

"Now, Irma, at the doctor's?

"No, the doctor is no longer here, he's in the temple."

"Is a temple curing magic with evil resistance (i.e.)?

"No... it's 'hypermagic'. It has been said that the child's magic is too strong for him to have Irma anymore"

"Oh no..."

Breathtaking for too many stories.

Hypermagic is what makes your body unbearable to your magic.

My heart stops or I can't breathe. There are also things like uncontrolled magic and burns and frostbites.

In college, I heard that rarely (rarely) are they born in noble children, but I don't see why, not children, Irma.

"How could Irma have hypermagic?... Irma's magic is one or two, isn't it? How much magic does Mr. Marcella have?

"… fourteen"

"Huh?"

For a moment, I thought I heard it wrong.

Drink the magic potion, it's higher than Darya, who finally raised it to ten.

Fourteen is a large amount in the blood muscles of high nobility. I am rarely a common man. It was a number to be admitted to the College's Magic Instructor's Department at a privileged student if desired.

"... Marcella, could it be" Late Magic "?

Marcella nodded with her eyes down at Wolfe's reluctant inquiry.

"Oh. When I was seventeen, I was dying in a carriage crash, and I got magical with latecomer magic. Until then, it was four. My parents are really my uncles and aunts. My real mother works in Flower Street and I don't know my father. Probably noble..."

"Marcella......"

"Hey, Wolf, Darya. Did you ever think my name," Marcella "even though I'm a man, sounds like a woman?

Marcella had a shady laugh that she had never seen before.

It is certainly more common in this country to name it 'Marcello' for men and 'Marcella' for women.

"'Marcella' is my mother's name as it is. If my father picks me up, he says he can find me without me. It didn't make any sense."

"Mr. Marcella, your mother..."

"She died right after she gave birth to me. Maybe he was hypermagic..."

Marcella's bitter voice falls to the floor with drops of rain.

"Before we got married, doctors told me Irma and I couldn't have kids first because the magic was more than ten different. We talked about it before we got married, but now it's..."

"It was..."

Irma told me the kid didn't think about it because he owes money for building a hairdresser and wants to work hard.

She liked kids, but I guess there are choices and times at work, that's what she thought.

"I had a cleric do some healing magic, but I couldn't eat... his fingers got hard as a stone, stopped moving for three days... I wonder why he has dirt magic that I barely use, my child"

The face that always gives me a reliable grin is still going to cry.

Marcella chews her lips tightly and rises, bowing her head deeply in front of her.

"Please, Darya. Convince Irma to give up her child! Otherwise, he's going to die... whether I talk or wish, I can't... I know it's a terrible favor, but if you're talking about Darya, you might listen to me..."

"Mr. Marcella......"

To his friend's plea, Darya did not nod, but turned her gaze to Wolfe.

He nodded, guessing his intentions.

"I'll get a carriage, we'll go to the temple together. Darya's ready to go out."

"Please, Wolf. Mr. Marcella, let's all go to the temple. So let me talk to Irma."

"... both of you, I'm so sorry"

The rain sounds became strong enough to cancel the conversation between the three of them.

Marcella, who bowed her head again, looked worse and smaller than usual.