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

"... I may be getting old..."

Dust, Drino sitting across the street coughed into a nearly drunk black ale.

"Wolf, are you all right with all this?

"It's irregular on an expedition. I guess it's easy to stay tired."

Next to my friends who follow me with a subtle face, the senior at the next table turns around here.

"Wolfe, do you have any dried forest serpent (Forestrasnake)? I've got it."

"Senior Alfio, what are you recommending?

This is a tavern near the royal castle.

After the expedition of the demon crusade, you will receive medical confirmation by a doctor at the Royal Castle.

After that, they become free, but are often divided into several groups and go for drinks in what they call reflections.

Wolfe, along with the rest of the crew, had come to a tavern where he could eat well.

"Hey, Volfredo! What do youngsters want?

"Wolfe, say that after we're too old."

"Not enough workouts, workouts!

From seniors who came before themselves and were already drunk, there was an unrelenting voice.

Wolfe smiled bitterly and clouded her reply, putting her mouth on the black ale at hand.

Such a voice towards myself was impossible before.

But it feels like the distance has shrunk all at once since the spring when it was transported in Wyburn.

"So, seriously, what's up? If it's hard to say, I'll ask you later."

"You might just ask, why don't we talk about it? Wolf."

"Recently, even in the royal castle without glasses, I couldn't speak from a woman like before. I'm sure this is because I'm getting older, I'm no longer young, and I look calm..."

To himself, who gave a serious explanation, Drino lay down his face and shook his shoulders as he sifted. That shoulder, Randolph pounds.

"Destroy, you misguided bastard!

"Wolf, I strongly encourage you to look at yourself objectively"

"But in the royal castle, I really can't speak anymore, and I'm less involved!

Dorino shakes his neck sideways at Wolfe's strong claim. And he turned his gaze to the junior sitting next to Wolfe.

"Kirk, do you have any idea what's causing your loss of voice?

"Uh, I'm often next to seniors, so I was wondering if it's hard to speak up. And since I'm in the training field all the time..."

Green eyes rocked like a little trouble and my gaze shifted from Drino to myself.

"Well, thanks to Kirk..."

Apparently, there has been less contact from women due to the fact that they are often with Kirk at the Royal Castle. Much appreciated.

"Am I not in the way of Senior Wolf?

"No, thank you. Very peaceful and helpful. If only Kirk would stay with me."

"Of course it is. If only I could!

I watched the two of them shaking their hands firmly with their raw eyes around them.

"It's a strange conversation, because we're both serious..."

"Let's just relax. I'm so tired of this expedition, I'm gonna ask for something sweet."

When Randolph called the clerk, he asked for an apple pie in the hall.

The clerk rounded his eyes for a moment, but took the order with a smile.

"Randolph, is today's dish apple pie?

"Oh, I can get tired. And... I like sweets."

"Yeah, I knew. Well, I thought you cared because I'm not clear. It's okay if you like it."

"Right..."

Randolph, lightly affirmed by Dorino, apparently clapped out a little.

He loosens his shoulders and slightly raises the corner of his mouth, which seems to have been exerting force.

"But I never told you before, what kind of a change of heart is that?

"It's Miss Dahlia. He told me that sweet things make me tired, and that it's not weird for a man to eat a cake. If you ask me, I don't think I have anything to hide. I've decided to eat with dignity in the future."

As declared, transfer the plate of apple pie given to you by the clerk to the table and the slice to the small plate.

Cutting carefully with a knife, he started eating with the red ale lying on his side.

"... Randolph, when did you and Darya talk about that?

"It's the day before the expedition. We met in the Central District and had some sweets with us at the coffee shop. A lot of fun."

"... yes"

Randolph whisks a second bite of pie and chews slowly.

Wolfe's was silent and calla a cup of black ale in one breath.

"Oh, Miss Lucia will be with you then. I got clothes advice and found it helpful. Miss Lucia also recommended something sweet, and the three of us ate it. It's really nice to have sweets with two beautiful women."

"Yes... Randolph, sweet wine for sweet things today, shall we drink enough..."

I'm afraid of Wolfe returning a stiff, well-groomed smile against Randolph, who laughs with only his eyes.

The clouds are getting a little suspicious.

Dorino put his finger between his eyebrows, but decides not to say anything.

This time, Randolph totally deserves it.

Someone with physical enhancement on the way home could be carrying Randolph to the barracks.

Let's decide to disperse early.

In the subtle air, Kirk has taken a bottle of new ale and bypassed the table.

"Senior Randolph, you like sweet things"

"Oh, I like it. You think this is crazy?

"No, I like it too. I often eat crepes and fruit sandwiches at the Central Park stalls."

"Crepes and fruit sandwiches......"

"Have you never eaten? There are lots of different kinds, and you can add more cream and more honey."

Stick the apple pie recommended by Randolph in the fork as it is and start eating Kirk as well.

"Kirk was going to the stall alone to eat?

"No, I was there with my fiancée, but she told me not to invite you for a while..."

"Did you even have a fight?

"No! Wouldn't a woman care a lot about her shape? I'm not fat at all, but when it's autumn, tell me to stop doing sweet things for a while..."

"Oh, I see"

"Leave that to the person. Add a set of dresses to your wallet…"

The words of a senior with four daughters fell quite deeply.

Next to it, rubbing silently between the eyebrows is a magician who also has a daughter who is married and soon to be dowried.

"A woman should be a little fuzzy. Instead, I want you to wear a new dress."

"Boulder, Senior Astorga, not what you say..."

"Nicolas, if you can say so much, remarry the hell out of it!

"About that...... suddenly, I'm getting married at the Winter Festival"

To the man who lay down his eyes and said, his surroundings swept at once.

"Congratulations, Nicolas! But when did you get to hang out like that?

"You bastard! But I'm glad you did! Tell me sooner, it's watery. So, what's the beginning?

"I made a pageant the other day on an offer from the other house, and it meant getting engaged on the spot"

"Well, you're moving fast. You push when you push, too."

"No, the other guy wants me to be his wife. My father and brother have recommended me because I have a higher personality..."

He is of aristocratic origin. I guess it's a home entangled marriage, and the surroundings can have silent sympathy.

"Does that make sense... you're in trouble too"

"Is that your second marriage or something? Or thoughtfully older?

"No, it's not"

Astorga laid down her blue eyes once at her companion.

"Well... on the move back to the Royal Castle from the crusade, I saw me with the Great Sword, and I was very enthusiastic or passionate... and I advised him to take some more time to think about it because he was young."

"Kah! Did they push you in love at first sight? I'm so proud of you. So, how old are you?

"... just turned eighteen"

The area around the next table cooled all at once.

Some seniors have moved from other tables without sound.

Against that, Dorino then moved to this side. Randolph also continues silently with a plate of apple pie.

The Demon Crusade Unit has a high bachelor rate due to its many dangerous jobs and expeditions. Along with that, the divorce rate is high.

Many people find it very rare and very, very flattering to talk about marriage.

In particular, senior generations tend to be stronger than the Wolves.

Spaces are created that you don't want to participate in, such as those who listen to Astorga dig for roots, those who pour even strong liquor, and those who beat the servos and their backs with physical strengthening.

"It's rare to be fallen in love at first sight with a squad move"

"You come back on the same day in the same unit, but you're not on edge first. I'm glad you're not Wolfe."

"I hope you don't give me my name there"

It's a matter of probability.

"Randolph, what are the calculations of that probability?

Wolfe, still a little in a bad mood, turns a frivolous eye to the Lord of Voices.

While taking that gaze, Randolph started eating apple pie again.

"But marrying from love at first sight is also romantic..."

"Really? I think love takes time to grow up."

"I agree with Kirk on this"

"What do you want me to do if I smash it before I grow it?

"... some seeds don't bud"

"Don't answer me seriously, you're being too mean..."

Moving one table next door, talking to the blubber, the clerk brought the plates.

White large plates have cut minced pears on them. This seems to be Randolph's order, too.

"Kirk, what do you say?

"I'll take it! Oh, there's pear pie out at the Central Park stall, too. Fruits are classic, but fall is especially tasty. And then there's pancakes and maples."

"Maple or... soaking cookies is good"

"That sounds delicious, too. I'll try it next time. Now fried apples are delicious."

"What is fried apples?

"I cut apples, put flour on them, and fry them in oil. Plenty of sugar over there... the apples are a little sour, but the outside is sweet and the heat is really good."

Kirk tells Randolph more about the sweetness of the stall.

Wolfe and Dorino became silent, while at some point several people around them changed their posture and whispered their ears.

"Senior Randolph, are you free for tomorrow's holiday? If you like, why don't you go on a candy stall tour?

"Please let me come with you"

"How about Senior Wolf, Senior Drino, too?

"I wonder if I can get something sweet..."

"I like salt in the stalls too..."

Wolff and Dorino replied as they watched Randolph alternate between apple pie and pear.

Wolf has cheese and Dorino has meat skewers in his hand.

"Kirk, do you mind if I invite someone else?

"Yes, of course."

"Chairman Rossetti said sweet things can get tired. Is there anyone else to go around the sweets of Tired Tori?

Several people walked over to Randolph's enquiry, which raised his voice.

"Randolph, Kirk, I'm interested, so would you mind if I went with you?

"If it's not out of the way, I want to go to" Tired "too..."

"Well, I'd like to go..."

"Of course it is. Let's all go eat together and compare!

Kirk replied with a bright smile to the men, who said only a little shy.

On this day, a good number of sweet lovers within the Demon Crusade Squad are found.

At first it was as a 'fatigue', but gradually, as a personal preference, I naturally start to enjoy sweets.

This stream will eventually spread within the royal castle as well.

A little further than this, Dalya has plenty of opportunities to get confectionery souvenirs when she goes to the royal castle.

As a result, we will be more concerned about the waist than ever.