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

"Darya, I'm sorry for the rush, but if you can, you can stay tonight."

When I opened the door of the tower with the sound of a bell, Lucia stood with three braids of green hair.

Dahlia guessed at her with a large number of onions in a net in one hand and a bag of butchers in one hand.

"Fine, do you want to make an onion hamburger with me?

"Yeah."

Lucia nodded and came in to slip in.

When I was just in high school, I came to visit Lucia and Dahlia and made hamburgers.

"Let's make a hamburger with more onions for a diet! 'As we said and carved each other, their eyes filled with tears.

At that time, Lucia suddenly told him that the other gardeners had laughed at him.

'What a dream story you want to have your own clothes workshop, you can't see underfoot,' she said.

Darya also told us that she had a distance from her classmates, from the practical skills of the Magic Gear family.

Even though it's a practical skill I've been able to do because I've practiced hundreds of times before, 'It's natural to be able to do it because I have a demon conductor father and grandfather' that's what they said.

The two of us continued to cut even the onions and fooled each other with their noses in tears.

To my father Carlo, who came back there, I was very worried.

But she laughed when she replied that she was cutting onions.

I cut too much and was to make hamburgers and onion soup with a very high proportion of onions.

Still, my father must have noticed that we were a little rough.

While I was cooking, I served a secret wild strawberry jam.

After dinner, I had plenty of jam on the cookies, saying I was going to get fat in Darya's room.

Then we laughed and talked about what we wanted to dream and try in the future, not stupidity.

Since then it has become a classic to gather with onions and meat if we have a hard time with each other.

We've been busy interrupting each other for the last two or so years, but today's onions are by far the biggest amount.

Upstairs in the tower, in the kitchen, the two of us peeling onions, Lucia cut them out with a subtle voice.

"Darryl, today, Lord Fort himself proposed to me -"

"Lucia......"

"I declined on the spot -. So I'm off tomorrow. Isn't it awkward to have boulders today and tomorrow?

"Right... that was tough, Lucia"

Lucia places the onions on the slab and chops them into two pieces with a supin. And I started carefully putting the cleavage in one.

"What about Darya? Did you think about the invitation of Master Minerva yesterday, about a single hair?

"No, not at all. I had trouble thinking of words that wouldn't be rude."

"I thought so. Recently, I asked the stitchers in the noble dress," If you're going to marry me, I'm going to tell you I'm going to be the Count Principal over the Marquis Second Son. "

"Even though the title goes down?

"Even when the title of daughter-in-law is lowered, she says that her husband would remain a nobleman all the time if he were the master, and that he has different powers that he can use as his wife. Therefore, it is said that a common woman will marry the lord of the aristocratic family with a" jade of sorts "."

A common woman marries the head of the aristocratic family - I remember Fujigabriella in the words.

I guess she got over all the different things and became Viscount Jeddah.

"If I were to marry the Viscount's lord Fort, it would certainly be a" jade of sorts ". Little squid knocks off Kraken."

"Lucia, even if... But you said no, didn't you?

"Yeah. 'I can't be Lord Ford's Second Lady,' I made it clear. They didn't eat me down or say anything. Master Ford wouldn't tell you to go down with this, would he? I just don't know if we can laugh at each other like we did until today..."

I should have said no from myself, but my friend looked bitter.

"I don't care about the difference in years, and if I really like it, I don't think the title, the man or the woman matters."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"But you can't just say there's one person, can you, Master Fort? I already have a wife, and I have a daughter. I guess that's what it is because you're noble."

In the rhythmic sound of slabs and knives, Lucia continues.

"I - I don't want to wake up in the morning and not have that person next door. I don't even like being next door once every two days. I don't even like that person not being next door and being jealous of someone else. I don't even like having another one. I can't do anything I can't."

Ruthia, out of a breath, stared at this one with her dewgrass eyes.

"Hey, Darya. Do aristocrats have more than one wife or husband and they're not jealous of each other? Or maybe we can totally break it off?

"I don't know… what I can't seem to do either"

Darya really didn't know.

Minerva, Fort's wife, feels more in the natural world than she said she was breaking it off.

There will probably be no overlapping senses with those of the common people.

"I can never do it either. I'm greedy over a yakimochi grill, so their love wants to be alone. Oh, apart from the love of children and family."

"Right..."

"Besides, I can't imagine living as Master Ford's Second Lady, and I have dreams of making clothes in my workshop one day, and there are surprisingly many things I can't give away... if Master Ford were a common gardener and single - I might have just thought about it"

"Lucia......"

When his friend made a clean smile, he plucked tears wetting his long lashes with his sleeves.

"This onion really stings in my eyes!

"... I don't have a choice. You have to carve it into a hamburger."

I can't tell you how many thoughtful things are, but they are badly teething.

But I'm sure I'm the same as Lucia.

Neither myself nor Lucia can share a loved one with someone.

Even if that is normal and common in aristocracy.

"Given your recent weight, Hamburg is a medium-sized one."

"It's been a long time since I've been here to see you, even two of you, right?

Lucia nodded, placing hiccups and salt and pepper in the bowl and starting to look like her parents' enemies (hiccups).

"Darya, didn't you say the waist of the dress came first?

"It could have been. But even if it gets a little tough, Lucia can do something about it, right?

"Of course!"

There are already no tears in my friend's eyes. Still, only a little redness remains.

If Fort was single and a common man - Darya threw the hypothesis into the bowl with the minced onions, which she could not help thinking about.

When the onion hamburger is cooked, recommend the sweetest red wine to Lucia.

If you want to talk, let's hear as much as we can.

If you don't want to talk, move to your room after dinner and go out with them this past time to arrange the clothes you bought.

If it's not enough, I think I'll leave all the clothes I have.

You can be Lucia's dressing doll overnight tonight.

Let's bake the cookie dough stocked in the freezer for the night meal. And let's serve strawberry jam and put plenty on it.

I am well aware that Lucia is a strong person.

Even if I'm just a little foolish today, I'm sure I'll laugh brightly tomorrow.

Still, as a friend tonight, I want to lean in.

"I'll take care of the dress, can I have it made into a special Dahlia cheese sauce?

"Yeah, fine, Lucia. Plenty."

While removing the cheese from the refrigerator, Darya wiggles the pain that lingers behind her nose.

Tonight's onion hamburger felt like it was just going to get a little salty.