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

In the autumn forest, the cold is getting tighter in the morning.

The Expeditionary Destination of the Demonic Crusade Force, in its tent, Wolfe was equipped with red armor (scarlet armor) to check his luggage.

Horses should be more tired than usual as light rain continued throughout yesterday's trip.

But I can hear you in a strange mood this morning.

Thanks to the expedition stove, we were able to have a warm meal on a cold morning.

Horses should improve a little too, this time with more apples and pears.

Horses like sweet things, so they seem very happy.

Out of the tent, junior Kirk turned a strange eye.

"Senior Wolf, is that dagger spare equipment? It's connected by two strings."

"Oh, I brought it because I wish I could try it outside. Throw two daggers and slash them with a wire that's connected."

"That's an unusual weapon. Is it from the Scalfalotto family?

"Well, that's the place..."

It's the form I got from Dahlia, so in a way, it can also be said to belong to Scalfalot.

Still seemed to deceive Kirk and he felt slightly guilty.

"Wolf, what are you cutting with such a thin wire? Like cheese or leaves?

"Wait, Dorino! My fingers cut! This, Mithrill Line!

Next to Kirk, stop Dorino with his finger caught on the wire. He solidified as he was.

"The guy who made it is crazy! I'm not gonna slash you with a dagger, miss. What are you thinking about connecting the thread and trying to cut it over here?!

It was Dahlia who made the dagger, and it was herself who asked me to connect the two daggers.

The speed is out, the sharpness is good, and it may help to crusade the demons.

Not one thing is strange.

"I want you to say it's an innovative development."

"Sure, that's a novel idea..."

Randolph is behind Drino, narrowing his red tea eyes and looking at the dagger.

"If it's a medium-sized demon, it could be a stumbling block"

"Can you really use it?

"Oh, I can use it right"

In response to Dorino's suspicion, Wolfe erected several dead branches on the ground in front of a nearby tree.

Throwing a dagger at the same time with both hands, after a sharp wind-cut sound, the sound of stabbing the tree sounded high in the A (kan), and the dead branches scattered around the area.

It's worth the sneak practice and it's the right move.

"It's amazing, Senior Wolf!

Kirk raised his voice of surprise.

"Thank you, Kirk. But the great thing is this dagger."

"Is the dagger awesome, or is its mythrill line awesome..."

"Hey, wait, Wolf. That's not just a dagger. I don't care how you look at it, there's momentum...... Ah! Is that the Devil's Sword?

"Oh. It's got wind magic, and it's speeding up. They call it the Devil's Sword of Disease."

"... you can be selfish at home now, too"

Drino is relieved for some reason. They thought it was not my brother or my father.

In fact it was to Darya that I wished. But I avoided saying it.

"Senior Wolfe, is this the same dagger that Captain Grate and is dedicated to the Scalfalot family?

"No, it's not dedicated. I didn't even give you blood."

The dagger itself is a bargain for an arms dealer, with a score discount.

Throwing hard is itself switched on, so I don't even have red blood (like this) settings.

The truth is that I wanted to set up a red-blood setting specifically for myself.

"Um, Senior Wolf... if you weren't rude, could you let me throw it once? Because I want to know if it goes well with wind magic."

Auntie and Kirk asked.

I got lost for a beat, but if you're Kirk, the user of wind magic, it might go well with you.

I can't try all this with a magical unusable wolf.

"Oh, I don't mind. Put these gloves on before you touch them. Mithrilled wire, so your finger drops when you make a mistake"

"It seems very sharp, so I'll be careful."

Remove the sand lizard (sandlizard) metal affixed gloves and give them to Kirk.

It was a little big for him, but he wore a wrist belt to match it.

With the Devil's Sword of Disease in his hand, Kirk, like Wolfe, stabs a branch in the ground in front of a tree.

"Okay, I'll throw it!

Kirk threw with only his right hand.

The dagger, which I thought was a little off to the right, turns the track with a high wind cut sound up and stabs the tree as much as I want. Even faster than when Wolf threw it.

If you noticed, the branches were scattered across the ground without sound.

"The demon sword of the wind goes so well with the wind magic!

And to Kirk, who speaketh brightly, some of them round their eyes, and have their mouths open.

"That was almost invisible."

"Hey Kirk, what kind of magic did you use?

"I pressed the dagger with wind magic, and then, off, I corrected the orbit a bit"

"Well, is the demon sword of disease compatible with wind magic..."

The magic of the same pedigree seems to have created a synergy. That power, I'm a little jealous.

"Hey, are you okay? Demon swords are expensive. If he stabbed a demon and held it intact..."

"I have trouble having it, but if you choose the demon to use, you'll be fine. If I fall around it, I collect it, and if I try to escape with it stabbed, I'll do something about that demon."

"If you're Senior Wolf, you can handle it!

"Right. You can run empty..."

Apparently convinced, Dorino says in a distant eye, but has no objections from around.

"You're doing something fun."

The one who walked this way was Grate, the head of the Demon Crusade Squad.

This time, deputy captain Griselda is standing by for the royal castle.

Grate asked me about the dagger, so I lay low about Darya and explained it as a weapon I had brought from the mansion.

"The Scalfalot family's" The Devil's Sword of Disease "or... maybe I can use it. You can try it with the chief bird."

The object of today's crusade is a monster called the Chieftain Bird.

It's like a bird that has enlarged the razor and made the flesh a little better. The body is white and graded to dark tea with wings.

It's grass food, and if you'll stay in the mountains, it's fine.

It is difficult to come near people and target fields sprinkled with orchards and wheat.

The fruit trees eat every branch and even lose it until the harvest of the following year.

For a wheat field, eat soft soil-by-soil wheat, and then magically solidify the soil tend to go home.

Also, if they interrupt your meal, they attack you with dirt magic stone rubble (snuff).

What a troublesome bird of habit.

A small individual can defeat even the villagers, but this time it was about three meters high and it was in the report.

It's the size of a long live or possibly mutant species.

For that reason, the Demon Crusade Squad was to be called.

I'm scared when I'm scared of any demon.

Chiefs Birds, too, even though people and beasts don't eat, if they spread their wings, they become quite lateral.

The earthly magic produced from its body is a threat.

A few years ago, stone rubble (shiitake) entered his head from his eyes, and some of his magicians died.

For this reason, the forward magician is also supposed to wear a leather helmet and cover the eye area with a silver net.

"If I were to aim, would it still be a wing?

"Right, it would be easier if I could even aim for wind cut feathers. It would be different to just hit the blades a little bit. But the only time you can aim is when you're in the sky with a long-range attack. Don't let them slice the crew."

That's what Grate said and laughed, but those who watched Kirk throw earlier will laugh that drew.

Clean injuries on the cross section are not easy to heal, but I would nevertheless like to refrain from doing everything possible.

The operation to the chief big bird was then discussed and moved to the location of the ambush.

The wide field in front of him was carefully plowed and sprinkled with wheat, so that it was even followed by man's marks. In fact, I just sprinkled the wheat shell on the field instead of seed.

Next to the field, he keeps his mouth open with a bag of apples and pears. I borrowed it from horse food.

I had checked the fields that were attacked nearby earlier, but the soil was so hard that it was flattened that even the acres (uh-huh) were gone. Sounds like a pretty good earth-magic individual.

It's miserable as a field, but enough to say to each other that we can't use this chief bird to make streets.

The surrounding wheat fields are mostly attacked and exhausted, so this place stands out.

However, they may not be alert to the opposite, so they just wait.

In the woods, a short distance from the field, the crew waits four and a half hours to hide.

The bird flew through the sky, where the position of the sun had changed a lot, as it slipped.

From a bright white body, it turns into dark tea as you go to the wings. The tip of the blade was so thick that it was close to black.

The crew lurks their breath, lowers their posture even further, and waits for their landing in the field.

While raising the earthen smoke, the chief bird tries to descend into the field.

but many wheat shells danced in the air at the strength of the wind winding with its wings.

Did you understand that the wheat is a shell, or did you find it uncomfortable, the chief bird lands and starts running away again trying to fly into the sky.

"Have they noticed!

"So you said you shouldn't rip the wheat off!

"Bow, let go!

The voice of Grate's orders sounds loud while some of them are playing a little bit.

The bow knights who were waiting at the edge of the woods shot their bows simultaneously.

"Kwan!"

Somewhere a similar chirping sounded to the dog, falling like a majority of the bows had been started.

I think I saw something like a sand curtain for just a moment.

"Sandwall! You're smart for a bird's ass!

"If you're praising me!

The bow knights seem dissatisfied, but stopping the arrows with intermediate magic shortened the bird's escape distance.

I managed to float in space, but not fast enough to escape right away.

"Magic Master, stop!

The magicians unleash magic on the instructions they continue to give.

"Ice Spear (Ice Lance)!

"Ice Tied (Ice Rock)!

The first ice magic unleashed pierces the bird's feet and freezes them.

If you lay more magic on top of it, by the weight of the ice, the bird will not be raised in altitude and will bump its wings on the spot.

"Everybody, watch your eyes! Kirk, aim for the wings!

"I'm going!

As instructed, Kirk threw the dagger with all his might.

Aim for the loose-flying chief bird, its wind-cut feathers, and increase speed while correcting the orbit with wind magic.

The sound of the wind ripping sounded high.

At that time, a demon who seemed to have felt the crisis suddenly changed his posture in the air.

Supin! There was a strange noise in between.

The bird has a decent face and the top shifts from the neck to the right. At the same time, a bright red erupted.

The chief bird falls as-is and lays a sledge and a large body on the ground.

A few dozen white and tea feathers danced in the blue sky.

"I did it, Senior Wolf! The Devil's Sword of Disease is great!

"Kirk is amazing, too!

I really wanted to use Wolf myself, but Kirk was better at it, so I left it to him.

But what a joy that he praised the demon sword of disease.

"You raised your wind magic arm, Kirk! You did your best!

"It was the best blow ever! This won't even damage the material!

The Wizards praise Kirk.

I also feel that something is different in part, but it is certain that Kirk did.

"Ah! This bird, let's flip right over. I can drain blood right away."

"Chieftain, you could have cooked the big birds on a fire. It's grass food, so there's no smell?

"Oh. I've been eating wheat and fruit lately, so the fat nori looks good too"

Sheikh Big Birds are edible birds that can be defeated in the village. Stiff but tastes pretty good.

"Don't pick the ingredients nicely with this. My mouth (beak), my demon nucleus, my heart, my stomach and... what else?

"It's a wind cut feather. Can I also ask for as many feathers as I can? Because I want to use it with the Magic Brigade and the clergy."

"I don't mind, but would feathers also be a grant of some kind?

"Wash and dry, then put in winter cold gear. I'm afraid I haven't worked out enough, but the ambush with less movement makes the cold tight...... and then I heard it's very good for the cushion. Those unfamiliar with carriages can come to their hips and buttocks..."

"I see... I'll try to take as many as I can"

Demon Crusader Troopers are used to horses and carriages, but it seems to be a real concern for magicians and clerics.

If it had been before, we would have only talked about what was needed and ended up easily separating the necessary materials from each other.

But as we surrounded the expedition stove and ate and drank together, we also spoke more with a broken stomach.

Thanks to this, we are not hesitating to talk.

"Put the feathers in a sack of hemp... because there's so much meat, cook them over a fireworks, and simmer them on an expedition stove?

"What about the grilled chicken? There's sweet sauce in the carriage."

"Some mixed spices the chairman of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce gave me. How about a sautéed one over there?

"You'll just have to do it all. All you have to do is go home."

The crew and the magicians are busy preparing fires, stoves, and booze.

The main body of the chief bird was hung with two thick trees and was drained of blood.

Kirk lifts his voice up as he sees less blood.

"Everybody, help me dismantle and plume!

"Oh!"

The response of the crew sounded sobering.

A short distance from it and rolling to the edge of the field is the head of a big bird.

The bird was rolling with a face floating with a question mark, keeping the eyes of the koshi tea open round.

"... um"

As Randolph walks, he gently closes his eyes and holds them down for a while so that they do not open.

Between his eyebrows, a subtle wrinkle appeared.

"What's up, Randolph?

"I don't know... I felt a little loose in my chivalry..."

Dorino slapped him twice on the back, saying small with his laying eyes.

"Don't think, forget it"

"Oh! Kirk, you got your arm up!

"I'm getting good at baked goods!

There is Kirk who perfectly adjusts the flesh of the firebird, the chief bird, and the fire magic.

Expeditionary stoves are also useful, but it is still difficult to throw away direct fire cooking.

The neighboring field was just hardened by the chief bird, so he spread a waterproof cloth there and was to have a late lunch. It is mostly a sunny smile on this expedition that can be described as a complete success.

Bake or simmer on the expedition stove or taste the chief bird if you like.

A little, the flesh is stiff, but the taste of the meat itself is intense. It also goes well with wine in leather bags.

Salt, pepper, mixed spices, sweet spices, varied flavors and never boring.

"The Devil's Sword of Disease, I knew it was awesome! Senior Wolfe, can we not buy this, the same or similar? I think it's going to be a split, because I'm going to pay for it anyway!

"Um... I'm gonna ask you at home, can you give me a minute?

"I know it's an impossible favor, so I hope so. With this, I wonder if I can be a better fighter now."

We'll have to talk to Darya and her brother about Kirk's wishes. If I could give it to Kirk without letting him know Darya made it - thinking so, I said while Dorino picked up the roasted meat skewers.

"Sneaky, I wish I could make the wire longer and be straight in two around Wyburn"

"There will be limits to throwing"

"Right, it's tough with the power I throw. I knew you wanted physical enhancement."

"... so they recommended a bow..."

"Wolfe, did I just hear it as a bow?

It was one of the bow knights who approached me calling my name. He was just carrying bird meat, and he was about to go through the side.

Wolfe is a senior officer.

"Yes, because there was also a proposal that if we granted wind magic to arrows, it would be better. But isn't it hard to fire two at the same time or two at the same time?

"I don't mind being alone. Turn it into a bow and practice with two arrows, I'll do anything! There's more momentum in shooting a bow than Kirk's throw, and I can aim from a long distance. It should be more effective."

"Senior, as I was saying, I can push with wind magic, and I'm correcting the orbit."

"I can't correct it because I don't have wind magic, but the hit rate is good. If you strengthen your body, you can also hit the Daigon bow."

"Orbital correction with wind magic... Dagang bow with body strengthening..."

Wolf recapitulates some of the two words that have just become a little bit competing.

The golden eye was closed once and then opened with a grin.

"Get the sturdy arrows to grant you strong wind magic, connect it with a longer, thicker misrill line, seniors hold the Daigong bow, and Kirk pushes it with even more wind magic, now what do you think?

"Nice!

"That's it!

"Seniors have a good hit rate, and if the demon moves, Kirk can correct it, and it's going to work amazing! Maybe Wyburn can go too!

As it stands, what is the material of the arrow, what is the optimal length of the misthrill line, and it buzzes into the story of bow and wind magic.

Randolph remained silent and pointed a little sympathetic at the bird skewer at hand.