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

Thanks to Osvaldo's story, I got the feeling.

"Now let's move on to granting unicorns and bicorns"

On the work desk, put out another demon seal plate, placing the pure white horn of the unicorn and the pitch-black horn of the bicorn.

Round, machined, glossy horns reminded me of the reversible stones of my previous life.

The two of us turn the workbench against each other in a way that is easy to magic with our right hand.

And slowly began to impart magic.

Pour magic evenly into the two corners - that's it literally, but it's pretty hard to do it at the same time with two magic conductors.

The magic is spontaneous.

Think about matching each other with each other and explore each other for a while.

Naturally, such magic is unstable, the pure white horn of the unicorn fastens first, and the corner of the bicorn fastens late.

But both were still their whites and blacks, and the magic difference got the crack in from the middle.

"You can't help it at first."

"Yes......"

The magic powers of Osvaldo and Darya vary considerably in quality.

Darya's magic used to be a translucent rainbow color, like a thin line.

Less, but constant and capable of long retention. but the recent increase in magic has made it subtly unstable. It's loosely curled ribbon-shaped and sometimes feels cut.

In contrast, Osvaldo's magic is shaded like a mixture of rainbow powder in silver, and it feels like a dot is struck in between. There is regularity and a constant amount of magic, but since it is a point, it does not subtly coincide with the Dahlia line.

We confirmed it with each other and moved on to the second.

But just because I figured it out, it doesn't seem to be something I can fit right in.

Osvaldo tried to suit me, considerably narrowing the interval of his dot-like magic.

Darya tries to match it with her magic powers, forcing her a little to widen the range of magic powers.

As a result, more magic flowed at once than was necessary, and the horns of the unicorn were shattered.

To keep standing from it, I failed the other two.

At that point, rest once to prevent overuse of magic and depletion of health.

I was advised to dinner but had no appetite and decided to let me rest in the bench again.

Wolfe was on the couch next door to me, but the shame and tiredness of the failure made it into a bumpy conversation. Still, I was comfortable with Darya just saying she had a friend in the same room.

There, Ivano came with a plug.

For Osvaldo, a scorpion wine (Scorpio), a shawl of breeze cloth (Auratello) for his three wives, and a box of shoe cream and cookies.

Fiore was very pleased with the shawl of a breeze cloth (Auratello).

Darya manages to have one shoe cream and recommends Wolfe get dinner. He stubbornly refused, but I don't think Ivano would go out to eat until he could take turns, so I forced him out of the room.

After a few hours of rest, I went back to the work room again.

I've run out of them earlier, so I start sharpening new horns of unicorns (unicorns) and binoculars (bicorns) and imparting magic again.

But at the corner of the next unicorn, as soon as both sides overlapped the magic, it broke clean from the middle.

It would happen, I wanted to think so, I moved on to the second one, but the results were the same.

"... magic, is it not?

I'm saying it like an inquiry, but I understood it with my senses.

In Osvaldo and Dahliya, each other's magic itself does not fit.

Even when combined, it is as if it divides left and right, but there is a discrepancy.

Osvaldo must have noticed, too. He had a terribly harsh look on his face.

"Sounds like it. In me and Dahlia, the quality of the magic or the direction seems different. This is going to be hard..."

I get the sweat on my forehead on the back of my hand, and Osvaldo frowns.

Time is already past midnight. The face was stained with fatigue.

"Sorry, you've come this far..."

"No, because it's also compatible. I wish I was better suited up as a senior, but I don't have much magic to match people, so I've come this far..."

Osvaldo frowned and conceived.

"Darya, are there any college classmates or work associates who are close to you in magic or who can match the flow of magic?

To that inquiry, I truly wish my father were alive.

The magic was close, and I could probably afford it to suit me, and I could ask for a favor.

No, my father would have told me from himself if he could help Irma.

There is only one magician who is close to himself and his magic - who now comes to mind among the living.

"… alone, I know"

I never thought I'd be able to contact you again.

But with him, perhaps, we can match the flow of magic.

"I wonder if Mr. Tobias Orlando could combine his magic powers. Um, can I call you here?

"I don't mind, but for you, aren't you the person who doesn't want to do you the least favor?

"I really need this magic guide."

If I can help Irma and her kids, I don't care about my pride or anything.

Let's bow our heads as much as we can and hope.

"Besides, he is also a friend of a friend who uses this magic tool..."

My relationship got worse from breaking my engagement with myself, but Marcella and Tobias were so close that they had been out drinking together.

I'm sure you'll help me, I want to think so.

"Okay. Ask for help, no, call to have 'borrowed' returned. I'm sure they'll come."

"Thank you. I'll be right there."

Darya bowed her head to Osvaldo and tried to leave the work room.

"Darya. Are you willing to go straight to Mr. Orlando?

"Yes, because I want to hurry as much as possible..."

"Stop. As Chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, you are in a position to go and make a request to the Orlando Chamber of Commerce's magic conductor. Even if you're in a hurry, you shouldn't go wearing work clothes with messy hair at dawn"

I was annoyed by the words of Osvaldo, president of Zola's Chamber of Commerce.

Sure, that would be rude as a chamber of commerce, and it would take the form of a sister disciple going to a brother-in-law.

"Sorry, I had no idea. I'll go back to the tower and get dressed and go as soon as it's morning."

"Right. Lady Wolframe, please give me Miss Dahlia's escort."

Osvaldo politely wished for Wolfe, who had already stood up.

"... ok"

To the fluttering self beneath his feet, Wolfe reaches out as normal.

Borrowing that arm, Darya walked out.