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

Northeast of Wang capital, to the temple near the royal castle, traveled by carriage.

The temple is a large building with a slight similarity in form to the church of previous life. The outer walls, like white crystals, were glittering and beautiful during the day, but only reflected the dark skies on rainy nights.

Irma just thought she was in the treatment hall next to the temple, but Marcella asked you to be next to the main temple. There is an entrance and exit smaller than the front.

I've been passing through here since Carlo's funeral. Darya hardens herself just a little.

Wolfe on the side, too, was frowning so clearly that he could see.

Just a short walk down the gray wall, the dark ash aisle, greets the cleric who was sitting in the chair.

The cleric seemed to already have an acquaintance with Marcella, turning his sympathetic gaze to me, while meeting the three of them to let me through.

Further, a little deeper, I saw a white door.

"Irma is in this room. Darya, I'm sorry..."

"I see what Mr. Marcella has to say. But Ilma and I need to talk properly."

Before he goes further, Darya wishes.

Marcella said nothing, just nodded.

"Me and Marcella are in the waiting room. Go straight through here and hit it right."

"Okay. Um... please"

"Oh."

It was hard for me to talk to you about watching Marcella, but Wolfe seems to have guessed.

Darya breathed deeply only once and slowly opened the door.

"Irma......"

"I'm going to give birth."

I spoke reluctantly, but soon received an understandable reply.

There was Irma in the bed in the middle of the room.

He carries a blanket on his back and manages to get up. And before his eyes was a large lavatory.

I definitely lost weight one time. Its face is like a white wax, and even its lips are not reddish.

The black brown hair, which always had a stunning luster, was faded like an old woman.

"Already, Ilma. I didn't say anything."

"Marcella asked me to persuade you, didn't she? I'm not gonna give up, I'm never gonna give birth."

"... I thought you'd say that."

I predicted.

If she were my own friend, I knew I would say that.

What I didn't predict was that the voice was so faint and painful.

"Do you know some of Irma's magic now?

"Originally two, eight since this child came together. Isn't that amazing?"

After I put my hand on my stomach and finished saying it, I suddenly fold myself and throw up in the bathroom. They only throw up blood mixed water anymore.

Hand that manages to hold the toilet (about), its fingertips had changed like a light tea crystal applied. Probably too strong a child's magic, and earthly magic is activated.

He hurriedly pours water from the water drain on the side table into the cup and takes it to Irma's mouth. What a scratch, she turned her shallow breath back.

"Thank you. Don't worry, Darya. I just need to be adult for a few more months."

A weak grin returned, unsuitable for Irma.

I can't talk and ask if those months can really get on.

"Darya's busy, too. Work, are you okay?

"I'm fine, I'm not that busy. The Chamber of Commerce, too, because Mr. Ivano is turning it around well. I'm not allowed to work overtime."

I don't want you to worry about yourself until this time. With that in mind, I noticed Irma's fallen eyes staring at me.

"Hey Darya...... are you sure you're not a lover with Mr. Wolfe?

"Yeah, I'm not. I'm dating as a friend. Suddenly what?"

I guess you're willing to tell a completely different story and stop persuading yourself.

Dariya approached Irma even closer in an attempt to make it as easy for her to speak in as small a voice as possible.

"I have a favor to ask of Darya."

"Whatever I can do."

"I can only ask Darya..."

Irma's red tea eyes swayed and her thin fingers grabbed her arms with unexpected force. Stunned by the cold and stiffness of its fingers.

"Darya, if anything happens to me, join Marcella in bringing this child..."

"Stop joking, Irma!!"

A voice similar to a scream spilled out of my mouth.

"Irma is going to get better and live happily ever after with Mr. Marcella and the baby! That's how it's decided!

"... I wish I could."

I want to scream from the bottom of my heart without giving up my friend.

I hope you're not kidding.

Why do you have to raise a child instead of Irma?

The only thing next to Marcella is Irma, and the only thing next to Irma is Marcella.

He kills a scream with his throat, and Dahlia bites a tight nail.

Remember, in college, there were students who were born with hypermagic, but who said they were helped.

There must be some magic, magic equipment, potion-based drugs to help.

Fortunately, there is a handover to the nobility and some financial leeway. You just have to find a way to save even the mother.

"Irma, don't give up. Marriages with magic differences are common among aristocrats, and they ask how. Neither did I go into or out of the Royal Castle with Dade."

"But there's trouble with Darya..."

"Something with Wolf too, I'm sure he'll be fine"

"It'll annoy Mr. Wolfe, too."

"Even Wolfe is not friends with Mr. Marcella and Irma. Irma decided to be your mother, didn't she? Then let my friends help me a little..."

Darya throws a pleading voice at the woman in front of her.

"If I fucked you already, you'd be crying."

"Yeah, I'm gonna cry for real"

I told Irma to tease me, without anything to fix, to be straight.

"If you leave me till your sister Irma, I'll cry badly."

"Darya......"

My mother wasn't there from the beginning.

The close maid went home to her parents when she went to college.

Finally a laughable friend left the college at the convenience of the house.

My sweet father died suddenly when he went out.

My fiancée, who was supposed to walk with me, broke up before she got married.

Ilma, who has been close to herself since childhood, is to herself not only a friend, but also a sister.

Selfish or selfish.

I don't want to lose anyone any more.

"... Okay, sweet. All you have to do is help me, Darya. And to Mr. Wolfe, please."

"Leave it to me, Irma!

"But don't push it."

"What are you talking about, tell him to hang in there"

"... right. Please, good luck, Darya."

"Irma, good luck"

He manages to lift his trembling hand and Irma joins hands with himself.

Pretending not to notice that its fingertips were about to crystallize, I chewed my back teeth tightly and laughed.

"Marcella, I'm coming out a little"

"Oh. Sorry about today, let me hang out with you two all of a sudden..."

"I don't care, you're my friend"

Wolfe leaves the sparsely populated waiting room and goes back down the aisle the other way.

I've been in this area before, and I've been here several times to see how the demon crusaders are doing.

I proceeded down the aisle I remember and headed to where the temple staff were selling potions.

"Thank you for your help. My name is Wolframe Scalfalot from the Demon Crusade Unit."

Remove the fairy crystal glasses and say hello politely.

"Ah, yes! Welcome!"

The momentum was about to jump, and the lady at the reception stood up. My eyes nail Wolfe.

"I'd like one high potion and two potions, please. Sorry to bother you, but if you're in high potion, could you please switch to a bottle of potion? I don't want you to be distracted by my friend's visit..."

"Yes! Okay"

The receptionist disappears hastily into the next room. A few of the people around me looked at this one, but they didn't flatter me.

Originally, the potion should not be transferred to another bottle. To prevent things like selling potions falsely as high potions.

But this time, they'll do it because of the opposite, what they're saying is sympathy, and Wolfe, the demon crusader who asked for it. I was relieved that I couldn't do it anymore.

High potion has a stronger effect than potion. But 15 large silver coins is expensive.

If you give me the high potion, I'll probably care about Marcella and Irma.

If you think it's potion, you might drink it a little without feeling it. If you deliberately open the lid and give it to me, you'll have to drink it.

Even if you throw up, once you put it in your body, the repair works only slightly.

Experience has shown that if you drink hyppotion, even those close to death could stretch their time of death a little.

It's also known as the 'extension of the life of the dead' in the Knights, but I still wanted to if it was going to be more likely to help.

Upon receiving the high potion and potion, Wolfe returned to the waiting room early enough.

"Marcella, this, my compliments. The lid is open, if you can drink it when you can."

"Thank you, Wolf."

Friends who bow their heads deeply feel somewhat far away.

"If you don't mind, can you tell me what the cleric told you?

"... that we have to give up the child or keep doing healing magic. Still, Irma said it would be tough… the child was asked if it would be helpful if he stayed in the mother until the end of the day"

That's a choice, a choice to give up one.

When we bit each other's lips silently, the footsteps we were accustomed to hearing approached.

"Darya, that, Irma..."

"I decided to give birth. I'll back you up, too."

"But then Irma!

To Marcella's sad voice, Darya connects words diligently.

"Mr. Marcella, I think Irma and the baby both have ways to help. Noblemen should have a lot of magical marriages. Ask the teacher you're teaching if you can handle it with a magic guide."

"Marcella, I'm still a nobleman, so I'll ask you at home. If you can't do it at home, I'll ask at the unit. The captain is the marquis, and there must be some way. Until then, all you have to do is give him a potion and keep doing his healing magic."

"But healing magic alone is five big silver coins a day, I didn't know it would last very long..."

Five large silver coins cost about 50,000 dollars a day to Dahlia. Depending on the condition, it costs five large silver coins of potion. It would be too expensive for ordinary people.

But there are loose ends in my account and in the Chamber of Commerce. There's got to be something you can't do.

No matter how much overtime you have to do, whoever you want to keep your head down.

"I'll get it out, I've got some savings."

"No, that's..."

Darya also went on to Marcella, who couldn't stop Wolfe from speaking.

"Mr. Marcella, borrow it from me and Wolfe. Because I have a better chamber of commerce, too, so the two of us can handle it. Mr. Marcella would be the guarantor of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, that's about it. And Mr. Marcella will give it back to you even if it takes a lifetime."

"Oh, be sure......!

"Well, now follow Irma. 'Cause you two are gonna ask."

I finally had a little conversation with Marcella, whose expression was soothing, before leaving the temple.

The rain had already stopped.

The eastern sky is blushing. Even in my jacket, I'm a little chilly.

"In the morning, I'll put my use out to Dr. Osvaldo and I'll be there as soon as I have plans."

"I'll ask my brother. I think there is probably magic of a magic guide or a magic guide. If you don't know, I'll talk to the captain. Use the carriage with Dahlia. Once I get home, I move around on my horse, it's faster."

"Thank you, Wolf"

"The thank-you word is, let's both get it from Marcella and Irma after we're all laughable. As soon as I know what it is, I'll send it out to the tower or Osvaldo's. Darya will tell the carriage owner."

"Okay."

I told Marcella and Irma I could handle it.

I'm somewhat anxious, but I can't mess it up here.

Even if it's just a little nagging, it's going to take you to the dark side.

"Darya."

Wolfe, who accidentally called his name, slightly touched his arm.

"It's okay, I'm sure it'll work. Our arms should be a little long."

"... yeah"

Stick and nod, breathe once, and laugh at Wolfe.

He laughed the same way.

Wolfe is a member of the Count's family and a member of the Knights' Demon Crusade.

Darya is an advisor to the Demon Crusade Corps, president of the Chamber of Commerce and a magic conductor.

The possibility of being able to save Irma is more certain than the fact that the two of them are common people.

Spread each other's arms as wide as you can and help your friends.