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

Wolfe returned to the temple and asked the cleric to call Marcella.

When the accompanying family moves to a small room where they can be rented, they apply an anti-bugging magic guide and cut it out without preconditions.

"Marcella, I'm sorry, but I want you to serve my house as a knight to protect Mr. Irma's life"

It's not a question, it's already in the form of a wish. Besides, my friend rounded his blind eyes. Then turn the bewildered look on Wolfe.

"If Irma's life can be protected, I will gladly take it. But a knight, I have to be polite, I don't know how to use magic, can I help you?

"I want you to quit your shipping guild, in the form of a dispatch, to escort Darya, president of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce. Marcella is trustworthy, and has physical strengthening and earthly magic. I know I have training, but I don't have any more as an escort. It's just an escort. It's not safe."

"I am so grateful. Also, there seems to be a misunderstanding, but according to the contents that carry the shipping guild, it's not safe. Sometimes they get targeted for deliveries to nobles and big merchants, so there's a little bit of havoc. Oh, this, don't tell Irma and Darya."

Nodding Marcella back to her usual grin, Wolfe continues the conversation.

"And when the magic of the child to be born is high, they can be targeted or harassed. So when you have a child, I want you to tell me that you have decided to go to high school, become a magician or a magician, and work for the Scalfalot family. Whether or not you actually work is up to you when you're older."

"Okay. I'm sorry you cared. But you know what? I can see the magic in the entrance exam, so is that what happens? I was a latecomer, and I could have stayed unknown..."

Even latecomer magic, with fourteen earthworks, would have had a way of selling into merchants and nobles. I should have gotten a good adopted son's mouth and marriage stories too.

I didn't do it because Marcella took care of life then and didn't want to use her magic to live.

Marcella worked for a shipping guild, had a companion named Irma, and seemed happy, without having to use magic or anything.

I am making a suggestion that could ruin that quiet and happy life, yes I recognise it again.

But to help Irma and her children, neither Marcella nor herself, nor Darya, can be beaten.

"One more thing. Um, I'm sorry, but would you mind putting in a temple agreement with the Scalfalots that they would obey Dahlia and not do harm?

"Absolutely. It's not about apologizing."

Without a moment's stray, Marcella laughs. Wolfe clapped out a little bit.

"I'm sorry, Marcella. You're going to take away an attached workplace. I know it's not pleasant to serve a friend's house."

"I just want to thank you for your help. Or 'Wolf', if I served your house, would it be hard for you to think I was already your friend?

"No, that's not it. I'm no different. I'm sure Darya will too."

Second, I remember Jonas, who was always behind my brother.

Before I was a squire, my brother introduced me to him.

I use polite language when I am, but close enough to call out my brother, my employer.

When I thought about it, I thought Marcella and I might be the same as we are now.

Though the desire to stay this way is probably just huge.

"What. Well, I guess it's not that different now."

My thoughts overlap with Marcella's light voice as it is.

Wolfe laughed with relief.

"I tell my brother I got the recognition. And he comes hoping that Mr. Irma can do the magic as soon as possible. After that, Darya's at the magic conductor's teacher's, so I'm going that way."

"A magic guide... thank you, but tell Dalya not to force me"

"That's - I can't tell you. Darya is a magic conductor. If it's for Mr. Irma, Darya will surely make it even if she can't"

"Wolf."

"That's what happened to me, too."

The fairy crystal glasses in my hand, their lenses glow slightly blue.

It's a disguised magic guide that hides your noticeable golden eyes and turns them into calm green eyes.

Darya smiled and gave this to herself, even though it was a painful production that would take her strength, magic and spiritual strength.

"Darya couldn't do it and made these glasses for me. This is the first time I've ever been free to walk alone in the capital. She saved me from all the things I'd given up. It's not just these glasses. There are many other magic aids that I have had made. It's not easy to make, it's dangerous, and I've seen it happen all the time."

"Then stop the extra imposition. I'm sure Irma is the most important thing, but if anything happens to Darya... you'll be the only one who can stop me before then, Wolf!

"Darya, the magician, does not want it"

No matter how hard this magic conductor production is, if you try to stop it, you will be rejected, and in some cases you will be angry. I can clearly see that.

"If Mr. Irma has a magic guide that he can use, Darya makes it for real. Darya has a teacher who stands up as an armed magician, Ivano too, me and my brother. If fatigue is heavy, give him a potion, if he doesn't have enough magic, give him a magic potion, heal him in the temple for any injuries. If it's gonna cost you your life, stop it, but otherwise, I'm not gonna stop it."

Finishing his words as he told himself, Wolfe stood up.

"Marcella, we just have to support you this time."

"Irma is pregnant, Dalya is a magic guide maker, and I just wait... totally teethy"

Friends with troubled faces, stand up following themselves.

"I'm going to the main temple building for a moment to pray. God help you at times like this. You want to go with Wolfe?

"... oh"

The reply was delayed by a beat, but nods to Marcella.

The main temple building is right there, it won't take as long. I don't have a problem dropping by before I go to my brother.

However, I was somewhat bad at the main temple building.

It was a vague but restless place because I was told it was a blessing, not a curse, for my golden eyes, or because I went after my mother died and cried hard, because it was a childhood memory.

Still, let's pray sincerely today with Marcella.

Hope Irma and her son are safe and Dahlia succeeds, and that the table is surrounded by four and one more, and we can laugh at each other.