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

Under the autumnal clear blue sky, feet from the stable follow faster.

Three days after he gave Irma his bracelet, Dariya was coming to the temple.

Unfortunately, Wolfe is royal castle today.

I have a minute off, so I guess I'll be working out hard by now.

He fell asleep the other day while Wolfe was there, surrounded by a sofa and welcoming the morning in a situation where there was a knee over him and his jacket.

I don't remember when I moved to a three-seater couch or when he left.

The previous day on that couch, Wolfe was resting and his jacket was his, so the smell remained. I can't tell you if my mouth rips, such as falling asleep and reaching out and looking for him to be on his side.

"Good morning, Mr. Marcella"

"Morning, Darya! Thanks so much Irma is feeling better, thank you so much"

Marcella, apparently waiting for herself to come, bowed her head deeply in the hallway of the temple.

I'm relieved to see that complexion getting better.

"You're welcome. But I'm not on my own. Everybody's been working with me."

"Oh, I'm so grateful. When Irma gets out of the temple, I'm going to thank everyone. I've got a lot to prepare for."

"Well, you're going to need a lot of preparation. To maternity, to cribs, 'Father'"

"... something, don't light it up, it"

"Is it better to be called 'Dad' than that?"

"Wow, I'm not comfortable with either of them......!

Marcella laughs with a disappointing head. The hair was short, with neat collar feet and brows.

I don't have to ask who hung up.

"Irma can have scissors now."

"Yesterday, when my fingers healed with healing magic, they cut me off fast. I'm thrilled with my long time scissors and razors. After that, I caught the clergyman who came to see me and cut his hair."

"Sounds like Irma, but are you okay?

"Oh, the clergymen liked the hairstyle, and they were delighted."

The rooted hairdresser apparently started working in the temple as well.

By the time we get back to the house, we're going to have more customers.

"Darya, go ahead. I'll get some extra bread and drinks at the store."

"Whatever you want to drink, I'm bringing you a slip, right?

Large baskets have been topped with dishes for more than four people. Is there anyone else coming?

"Irma's got a great appetite, she's not kidding, she eats three servings."

"I've had my share so far, and I'm sure you're consuming a lot with magic. I'll bring more next time."

"Excuse me. My food is too intense and too spicy for pregnant women. Yesterday, I was molested by two mothers. We have to remember soon."

"Your aunts were here."

"Oh, first thing this morning, it was about time you two came. It was busy."

"My uncles, are you working?

"No, the fathers said today, it's time and they can't move with a hangover. You'll come back home..."

"I'm sure you are."

Darya parted in the hallway laughing with Marcella.

Go ahead and knock on the room where Irma is.

A female cleric was just about to leave. While I was convinced that my long hair was made into an elaborate braid, I interpreted it differently.

"Irma, how's it going?

"It's totally fine. I was just told I could go home tomorrow afternoon."

Irma had her upper body up in bed and was laughing at her rosy cheeks.

The clothes weren't bedtime clothes anymore either, they were the blue shirts I always wore. He's going to be doing his job as it is if he gets up.

"Good for you. Mr. Marcella will be delighted."

"When I get home, I have to check if Marcella was cleaning the house properly"

Darya laughs bitterly at the words of her rather harsh wife.

"You shouldn't look at the details, Mr. Marcella, because you were worried about Irma and you had no choice."

"But I have to move while I can, and ask for a lot of things. I'm not going to be able to do anything for a while after I give birth."

"Huh? Irma, is there still something wrong?

To the words of a friend, Darya asks in haste. But Irma laughed and shook her head to the side.

"No. You know, Darya. I haven't even told Marcella yet... the cleric just told me, 'My belly is twin'"

"Twins..."

"'You're both very well,' he said. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, but being a twin, for a while after you're born, you're gonna be so full of parenting no matter how..."

"I'm sure you are."

"I've asked my mother-in-law, Marcella, when she was a little girl, she said she was a huge prank. If we both look like Marcella, I don't know what to do."

"I don't think Irma can talk about people either. My aunt was mad at me for climbing trees and roofing. Either way, she's going to be very healthy and active."

"Darya, I'm kind of getting a headache,"

"Ugh... good luck, Irma"

Irma has been extending her arms, so she takes that hand and lowers her hips to the edge of the bed.

She came softly to herself.

Even slightly damaged hair will surely regain its original luster if it returns to the house.

"Thank you so much, Darya. Me and these kids are helping me."

"Yeah, to Wolfe, to Dr. Osvaldo, to Tobias... because they all worked together."

"Still, thank you first, Darya. I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome, 'Irma Sister'"

When I deliberately called it that, Irma lowered her eyes and laughed.

"That" Irma Sister "is going to be" Mom "next year, it's kind of weird."

"Well, Mr. Marcella and Irma are going to be 'Dad' and 'Mom' next year."

I imagined the two of us holding the baby one at a time, and my face was down.

Marcella and Irma are both inclusive, so 'Dad' and 'Mom' look great.

"Yeah. Me and these kids are fine, Marcella don't cry, Grandpa and Grandma and my brothers float and make a scene, worry about the name, get ready for the birth - when you have them, they'll take care of the two babies, and when you calm down a little, Marcella, Dahlia, Mr. Wolf and Lucia, celebrate and drink."

Irma, you can't drink while you're pregnant or breastfeeding.

"I know, Darya. I'll make a toast with milk."

Darya softly held back Irma as she hugged her sideways to avoid hitting her stomach.

I put on my bracelet and it's only been a few days, but it just seemed like my body was getting a little meaty back.

"Hey Darya... I knew I wouldn't give you my Marcella"

"Yeah, that's how it is. Something I'll Trouble Getting."

"I'll raise these kids myself. Sounds very hard though."

"Yeah, good luck. I'll just plug it in, and I'll go help you once in a while."

"Raise this child with Marcella" - turned such a bad joke about Irma into a joke.

I can't wait to be happy with that.

I laugh at Irma as she glides on my shoulder and presses her head against me.

"It hurts already, Irma."

"Sorry... thanks, Darya..."

The warm arms that hold themselves tight. Its fingertips are supple and soft.

The kids in my stomach will surely grow up quickly from now on.

There's all the warmth in my arms that I didn't want to lose.

"I'm glad these kids are safe and I'm alive... thank you so much... Darya..."

Irma's blurred voice echoed in her ears, her neck muscles wet, and cold.

"Irma... not as good as my father yet, but I, too, a little bit, have become an amazing magician, haven't I?

A blurred voice told her as she caught the heat of her throat, something unstoppable, clasped her cheek.

Now Darya rubs her eyes against Irma's shoulder.

My friend answered his question crying, and, laughing.

"Yeah... my proud friend's, he's an amazing magician"