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

Love and training ground are the flowers of the Wang capital - a little when asked in words, but reality is scary.

"Liar! I haven't heard of anyone else dating!

"I'm sorry. But they didn't ask, and you have a boyfriend, too."

"You said you weren't a free paedophile because you weren't asking me! Even my boyfriends are my work buddies, and I'm not dating anyone!

In the dance floor going upstairs, the voices of the men and women are echoed.

The back staircase of a commercial guild, what are they doing, albeit with fewer pedestrians?

As I returned to the original aisle and wondered if I should head to the other stairs, the maena beside me whispered.

"Chairman, can I just leave your side for a moment?

"I don't mind..."

"Here, stay in the shadow of the pillars. I'll be able to get through."

Place the large box of parchment paper you had on the floor and the mana gently runs up the stairs.

Darya dropped off her back, half surprised and half anxious.

"Yes, excuse me for a moment!

"What, you? You're stopping?!

"Yeah, I'm here to stop it. Because this is so busy and round, people will come by."

"Ah..."

"That one, the receptionist on the ground floor was crowded, are you okay?

"Shh, I'll be right there!

The man running down the stairs to escape and in front of Dahlia was an Alliance employee.

He must have been in the administrative department on the ground floor. Darya knew her face, but she never talked.

"Wait a minute! I'm not done talking..."

Before the woman she tried to chase, Mena tilted herself and stopped.

Seeing only there, Darya gently returned to the shadow of the pillar.

"What do you say we go after him? Do you want to shout out in your guild and make evil stand out? That's enough."

"What is that... what is it, you?! Suddenly you come out and get in the way of the story!

The woman's voice sounds hysterical.

But I'm sure Darya would have said the same thing in her position.

I can't tell how much I should have let the discussion go to the end.

"You're just talking about some other woman to a guy you thought was dating just yourself, right? Finally, the man is willing to run away even if he asks, and he hasn't said he'll cut his hands off with the other women. At best, isn't it just breaking up?

"Don't pretend you understand, it's none of your business!

"It doesn't matter, is that so untrained? If you want to get stuck and cheat on me, I won't stop you."

"I don't..."

Mayna suddenly flattened her voice.

The voice of a woman who can't deny it sounds like she's going to cry.

Unexpectedly, I'm about to speak to Mayna saying, 'Stop it for her'.

"If you lied like this, wouldn't you be anxious to keep going out with me, whether that's a lie or not? You should throw away a man like that. Look, you say there's one thing once, there's twice. Because cheaters don't heal."

I don't hear any objections. Haven't I made you cry, or even more anxiety.

Darya stepped out and put him back, wondering if he should go and stop him.

"Mostly, we haven't matched each other. If you're as pretty as your sister, you should hang out with a better man."

"... you have a good mouth. You're on his side. Are you an Alliance employee, too?

"I'm not an Alliance employee, and I don't take that side. Then I was a free paedophile. I think it sucks for both men and women to hide and hang out with other people and cry. And, sister, mirror, you should review it."

"Huh?"

"My hair is old and my clothes don't look good"

"What, you don't like me being an aunt?

"No, I'm not. The hair looks better with its forehead out and left and right flushed lightly, and the clothes are sure to match brighter colors with waistlines. It's a waste of style."

I was deeply convinced that Mayna was a free paedophile.

What a polished speech and advice. Also, I'd like to call Lucia for a moment regarding clothes.

"If you're really angry, it's also your hand to have your friends sprinkle rumors that you can cry and take your place from a commercial guild. Doesn't it sound silly to have your name with that? Just forget about it, it'll be refreshing to go out and eat something tasty with friends, I'm sure."

Maena must be laughing and saying.

To the brightness of my voice and the pleasant sound of it, the sermon smell was not as good as it was.

"Ha... If you were a woman, I would have liked to be friends"

There was a deep sigh of a woman, and anger and thorns (thickening) disappeared from her continuing voice.

"If I wasn't a free paedophile, I might have dreamed of a new love. Unfortunately, younger people aren't a hobby."

"That's a shame. But my beautiful sister is eye care, so if you feel better, let me come with you for lunch, in installments. I'm often in a commercial guild."

"Okay."

Darya had heard with wonder that the two would name each other.

"Down this staircase, it is possible that the one you just saw is ambushed, so just in case, I suggest you go up and go through the hallway upstairs and down the other stairs."

"It's a total exhaustion. Okay."

"You'll have to do it all over again sometime, so you should do your best to flinch. I would recommend more, 'Which one? It's about people you don't know."

"I don't think so, but I'll remember. Um... thanks for your help."

"You're welcome."

The woman's footsteps and signs keep her away, while Darya snuck up on her forthcoming good luck.

"Thank you for waiting, Chairman"

Surprise or brilliance, Maena's interpersonal skills are really amazing.

I saw him coming back early, seriously.

"Chairman, there's going to be a hole in my face..."

"Um, purely impressive that it's awesome...!

Maena giggles at Dahlia when she doesn't feel bad about her.

The watery eyes glowed like a prank.

"I'm used to this. I've been arbitrating crazy fights for a long time."

"Huh? Mr. Mayna, it's definitely two below me, isn't it?

"Ambulance is all about guys wanting to grow up early, so if you're a teenager, love is a flower. Naturally, it's common for people to fall in love, so someone with a good mouth gets caught up in arbitration. And when you get used to it, you're like me."

"I see..."

"And women don't want to make you cry over boring things, do they? If you don't stay positively clean at all, you'll lose eye care."

Is it a unique word for free paedophiles?

If someone could have told me like Mayna next door when Darya was disengaged, I could certainly have been positive on the spot.

I managed because I was blessed with my surroundings, but sometimes it would be hard to ride alone.

"By the way, the chairman's not a free paedophile, he's a fixed paedophile, right?

"Yes, but I'm not thinking about romance right now. Because I have a lot of work to do."

"Um, excuse me, but what about Master Wolfe? I just thought you were my lover..."

"Huh? No! I'm a friend. I really appreciate your help..."

"Really?"

With a light nod, he lifts the large box he had on the floor.

And the two of us, we walked out to the stairs.

"Master Wolf is very cool, isn't he? When I first saw it, I thought I was too jealous. Besides, those golden eyes are rare and conspicuous. If you were my brother, you'd look terrible."

"Uh, Wolfe's brother is not gold."

"Isn't it the same? Think about it, I wonder if my siblings often have different eye colors... I'm not sure around that."

I almost only heard about Maena's family for a moment and stopped immediately.

The fact that he's out of the ambulance means he's probably an orphan. It's not something to ask.

"I went to Marcella's yesterday and I needed two of Irma's younger brothers. Isn't Irma the same color as her eyes and hair? You look just like me. When I remembered, I thought we might be brothers together."

"When you say you look just like the Irma's, you're probably in a bad mood..."

"I already said, 'You look just like your brother'. I told everyone on the spot, 'You don't look alike!' They screamed,"

I see Irma and her younger brothers answering simultaneously. He is also a sister-in-law with a fit of breath.

We tell each other that we are not alike, but we find ourselves brothers at a glance with black brown hair, red tea eyes, face.

By the way, they are all, like fathers.

"Guys, I was worried about the kid's name. I don't even know if it's a man or a woman yet."

"You have time before you're born, so you're still going to get lost"

The children of Marcella and Irma are twins. Sawdust naming is going to haunt my head.

But I'm sure that would be a good time, too.

"If I were a man, I'd have Bernort, if I were a woman, I'd have Bertina, some pretty graceful names. Speaking of which, is Dahlia's name from the flower 'Dahlia'? One sound is different though."

"It's from a flower, but an old read says' Dahlia '. Because' Dahlia 'is a flower from a neighbouring country. They call it" Dahlia "when it's a circle over there, and" Dahlia "when it blooms more than once like a botanical garden."

"Is it a plural in a neighboring language? But Mr. Dalya is alone, so why on more than one?

"Uh, like a lot of flowers, my father put them on so that there were a lot of people with him..."

Contrary to the name, plain enough, my family left me alone.

This may be what name loss means.

"Well, that's a perfect name for a chairman of commerce."

"... Yes, sir?

Maena's unexpected words gave me a questionable shape. I didn't have that idea.

"Isn't it easy to call it that? I can often misspell" mezzena ", and it's a hassle... I think I'm glad it was Mayna from the beginning."

"But I think 'Mezzena' is a cool name"

"Thank you. The director of the ambulance put it on me, but I keep thinking you can give me a name that's a little easier to call. But I'm still good. Because the dean says," It's easy to be seen lightly when it's the right name, "and he just gives it a child-friendly name."

Apparently the director of the ambulance was the one who elaborated on the names of the children. I'm a little concerned about what kind of name it is.

"Bitter name, is it?

"Yeah. I feel like Stefania in Anveta and Danawini in Justilis. They're all very elaborate."

"... I think that's a nice name. But it seems a little hard to remember that it's all of us."

"It's hard for kids to call me, and my buddies are nicknamed for boulders. Feel like Steph to Ann and Dana to Jess. But you only call the dean by his namesake. He's a very memorable teacher, and I still won't forget the prank I made ten years ago."

It can certainly be described as an elaborate name. It also feels a little aristocratic.

But I guess the Dean is thinking about the future of the kids and putting it on.

"You're an amazing teacher. But what prank did Mayna play?

"I snuck into the Dean's room and put paste (nori) on the back of the snail. It's so strong, plenty."

My leg stopped unexpectedly.

What a vicious prank. There's no way you can forget.

"You're very angry, aren't you, that?

"No, not a word. 'I'm going out with this on a windy day,' he smiled. It was a little uneven..."

The Dean is a big man.

You seem to be treating children perfectly. I'm only impressed.

"To the child's heart, I didn't think this teacher would do it. So then I started listening. I still, occasionally, take a drink and go to see him..."

I guess he's a very good teacher to Mena, who rarely laughs at the rash like it's bad, that's what I thought.