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

I hear the crew talking, laughing higher than the river streams.

Grato was eating (ha) the buttery tangled blushing crab and moisturizing his throat with citrus-scented white wine.

The crab that I steamed was pretty good, but I still feel that the abrasive crab is the best for wine - when I thought so, a crab pan was brought in that I put in a seasoning called miso from the East Noguchi (Azuma noku).

As a result, I didn't know which one would fit best.

"Captain! Would you like some East Wine? It will fit the captain's crab miso!

"Let's get a drink"

Answering the blue-haired crew, he turns back to the old man sitting in a simple chair next to him.

Its hair and beard are white and its high back length remains unchanged, but its body is muscular and boned.

But it is still the former deputy captain of the Demon Crusade Squad who doesn't make you feel any weakness, even with his appearance reminiscent of dead trees.

Grate asked, remembering that he had been scolded all along when he was new to the army.

"Would you like some East Wine, too, Master Berniege?

"... No, I'm done."

The old man lays down his red tea eyes and shakes his neck to the side.

There is one steamed crab that should have been a favorite, and the blushing crab has not been half handed on.

More than ten bottles as a great sea snake (Cesar Pent), wine that should have been strong enough to do a 'digit ascent', only emptied one glass prepared.

I was a little worried if it was because of the year or if I wasn't feeling well.

"Is today's armor crab (armor club) not for your mouth?

"It's not like that. Tastes good."

Spoon in a deep dish of crab juice, chew mechanically and swallow without letting it taste.

I chose a soft part to make it easy to eat, and I cut it easy to eat, but it didn't seem to fit.

Last week, I received an abbreviated letter from Gouid, Wolfe's brother.

There, he said, 'more days have passed since Master Bernige, who was previously deputy captain in the Demon Crusade Unit, was off due to his lack of appetite'.

It's a mystery why Gouid knows that, but I'm not going to ask.

However, back in the day, I was concerned about the Berniege I took care of.

The next day, in the name of teaching expedition training, I wrote about the armor crab (Armor Club).

I thought there would be good and bad health, and I wrote down, 'Come that day, if you feel like it'.

But that's how I called it, and it may have forced Berniege to do it.

"Don't worry about it. I'm not ill."

It was only for a few moments that I was silent, but those eyes saw through me.

Berniege's gaze shifted to the crew who drank and ate crab food.

"How about a long time no squad?" Lieutenant, "Your Highness."

Because of the good throat streets of the eastern liquor (Azumaki), or because of the taste of a familiar burnt armored crab, Grate followed and asked the old way of calling it.

"… grate"

Still looking back at this one is the red tea eye, scolded and shrunk right after enlistment.

Even if the wrinkle tries to hide it, the light behind it is sharp.

"It looks too loose for me."

Pompous. I went through well, even though my voice was low and squeaky.

"A knight sits on his ass on a rug, on a small magic guide stove of luxury goods, a pan for each person. Eat till you're full, get drunk - it's like a kid's excursion."

"We're celebrating newcomers today. It's not always like this."

The deputy captain, Griselda, raised his voice in protest before Grato.

But I get a sharp glance of red tea and stop the words I tried to keep going.

"Still. Non can't help but look full of gaps. I can't help but think that you can argue for a strong demon or be accidentally hit with something like this -"

A clear voice of bitterness takes away the conversation of those close by.

Aware of it, the old man exhaled thinly.

"... the old man doesn't seem to be getting drunk foolish. Let's get some rest in the carriage."

"I'll be with you."

The old man shook his neck to the side of the grate he said instantly.

"Grate, you should drink with your men. You don't have to hang out with me."

"It's not impossible. I haven't seen you in a long time."

"I'm not a 'deputy captain' at all, Lord 'captain'. It is the captain's duty to drink and encourage with his men rather than to worry about the old body of hiding. Yeah, it's been a long time since you guys met with the squad. Some crabs are rarely palatable, and some alcohol is not drinkable. Have some more fun."

Berniege told the two escort knights who came to the offering (both), not just Grate, in the same way.

"But Dear Berniege, on your own..."

"It's a carriage so close. And I don't need an escort for the carriage nap, it gets narrower."

Answering so to the devoured escort knight, the old man caned and dragged his foot toward the carriage.

Dropping that off for a while, one of the escort knights lowered his gaze.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. In these days, Master Berniege doesn't seem to feel the way you feel..."

"No, today's squad is busier than usual. I can't help thinking they're floating."

"We're taking turns watching, and we're not failing to be vigilant..."

The knights around them face to face with a voice that does not hide Griselda's shame.

"Well, if you're older, aren't you worried?

"" Young people today - "you say is what older people do."

When it became a subtle story, one knight turned to the grate.

"Has Master Berniege hurt his knee? It's an Adventurer's Guild, and they've got a new one that works well with demonic drugs, do you want to bring it?

"No - those are prosthetic legs"

"What?"

They asked me back, but I can't help it.

In this king's capital, Ordine, most can be completely healed in the temple, provided that a major injury is sustained within seven days. That's a lot of money, but I didn't think I could take the Berniege of a high-ranking nobleman.

"Master Berniege covered his wounded crew and fought in front of the cave for seven days."

"Seven days? Are you alone after that injury yourself?

"Oh. When we found it, we couldn't treat our feet anymore. So I stopped the squad."

"So, don't be alarmed with us, either."

"It's..."

An elderly knight opens his mouth and sees himself.

When I was unsure if I should tell everyone, the ever silent escort knight bowed his head.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please do not take Master Berniege badly. Your last son has also died in the squad, so I think you will all be worried..."

The atmosphere of dissatisfaction could not disappear from what I told him in a vanishing voice.

Demon Crusade Squads are the most martyred in the Knights. That was and remains the same.

"Master Berniege has recommended that you eat and drink plenty."

To the words of that switch, those around them finally start pouring alcohol again.

Grate herself held a pattern of sake (Azumaki).

On the table of swinging liquor, I remember Berniege's son.

He was a gentle-eyed man with a colour that was not similar to his father's eyes.

The similarity is that I like red wine dry, I like armored crab (armor club) steamed crab, I have too much companionship -

I think I accidentally heard a man laugh, and Grate moves his gaze.

The habit of searching for companions who aren't supposed to be there doesn't seem to heal when you're captain.

The burning fire burned red, and the back of my eyes hurt slightly.

Darya locked the carriage door gently.

There's one of these carriages coming today, extra for Darya.

It's a normal carriage from the outside, but there's a toilet and a place to change, and space to sit and rest. The doors are not only exterior locked, but also interior locked, so you can get in and out safely.

It is said to be a carriage owned by the Scalfalotto family and reserved for outings.

It is only gratifying to be able to safely use the restroom and groom on an outdoor outing.

Marcella tried to follow me as an escort to come to this carriage on the edge of the river plain, but stopped at all costs.

You should always be next door to something called an escort, I know that.

But within sight, and the watchman's knight is also near the carriage.

Most importantly, we are not comfortable with how close Marcella is to washing our hands.

Explained it all the way around and finally came alone.

That's how a dark green carriage nearby caught my eye when I tried to get back to the Wolves. A gold crest was painted on the side, and there was decoration on the wheel section as well.

An old man, who would be a visitor to Grato, puts his foot on the upper steps of that carriage and tries to open the door.

but the wand tip shifted to the lower falling leaves, unbalanced as it drifted.

"Dangerous!

Dariah rushes toward him, and tries to keep his back from falling.

but the old man had already grabbed the door firmly, with the opposite hand.

As a result, it took a pitiful form: pushing the old man's back powerlessly toward the carriage.

"You worried about me. It's okay."

"No, excuse me!

Nestled by a squeamish voice, Darya replied hastily.

"This door is a little strong with the spring of return. I'll take the trouble, but can you hold him off until we get in?

"Yes."

In the ensuing favor, Darya enters the carriage first, holds the door down and passes the old man through.

Kathari, there was a metal hit on the upper steps.

The old man's right knee is covered with something like an iron plate along with his boots. Probably ill, hurt my knee at my age, and aiding in that, it seemed so.

When he sees the old man sitting in the carriage chair, he tries to leave in a courtesy.

A voice was called there again.

"Sounds like that wasn't a knight, but who's your squire?

"No, I am not a squire, I am accompanied by the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce's -"

The opponent is probably a noble nobleman. Darya rushed back to greet him properly.

"Oh, you don't have to say tough hello. Was he from the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce? I am a former demon crusader, now an old body tired of drinking and running off to the carriage. It's called Berniege."

The gray-haired old man didn't name his family.

I'm convinced you want to be 'patient', and Dalya won't ask either.

"It's tough, though, for a merchant to come on an expedition."

"No, you'll learn. I've never seen an armor crab (armor club) alive before."

"Sure, because you can't keep that alive in the city. Did you eat" Crab Stab "today?

"Yes, it was very tasty"

Talking to Berniege, who would be caring for me, he had a shallow cough.

The sun goes in through the open window, but it's a little cold in the carriage.

When I found a blanket that hit a nearby seat, I handed it to Berniege.

"Do you have Cairo?

"I don't know if my squire is anywhere, but a blanket would suffice. When I was on an expedition, I used to sleep on a pillow with frost."

"Frost on a pillow? Was it that cold?

Speaking of this old man's youth, there's no waterproof cloth. But wasn't there one of the rugs?

"Oh. North Mountain's cold. The night shift is three shifts and you sleep with your armor on. Even if you put a rug underneath, the armor was a lot of metal back then, so cool. It's a frosty sound when you're upset."

"... you were really cold. Ladies and gentlemen, didn't you have a cold or something?

"When I first joined the team, I had a cold, but if I worked out, my body would get used to it."

That much said old man coughs again. It's still a little cold here.

Darya had it in her jacket pocket, taking out a spare portable thermostat.

"If you don't mind, use this one. You can get warm wind under your blanket."

After briefly explaining how to use it, I had my portable thermostat on Berniege's knee and blanketed from the top.

"That's a nice warmth. I didn't know, but what a handy thing to do in this day and age."

"Uh, I just did... so I hope the squad will use it"

Most of the crew already carry it, but I'm not going to tell them that.

I was asked if I could buy it, so I answered that it was for sale and the price.

Dalya honestly took it when he told the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce to go pay him later.

For some time afterwards, the old man had loosened his expression to warmth, but when he tapped his right knee lightly twice, he looked badly bitter.

"Don't get more Magic Instruments from next to next. Sure, it's convenient..."

"Huh?"

To Bernige's unexpected words, Darya stares at his face.

His red tea eyes shifted slightly.

"It's bad for the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce, but it's very uncomfortable for Noon to be a demonic crusade force full of magic aids..."

"If you have a lot of magic aids, you have something to worry about...... is it still a budget?

"No, it's not. Enough to hear you can afford a budget this quarter. It's just... I think it's sweet on the magic guide. I'm not too nervous. If I even come here to Wyburn, I'm going to tell you what to do."

"You're worried about the team."

"Well, yeah... they're all like relatives' children or grandchildren"

He coughs too lightly, and Berniege looks out the window.

The sleaze certainly seemed to be that of an old man who sees his children and grandchildren.

"Um... I'm sorry to bother you, but I don't think you guys in the squad would be alarmed if you used a magic guide and it was just a little more convenient. It doesn't make demons weaker when you can use them."

Bernige looked at Darya desperately.

"I still know better when you tell me you just want to sell it. I hear your Chamber of Commerce is putting in an expedition stove because it's too profitable."

"We have it in black. Plus, it's a demon crusade force you're protecting your country from. It's a tough expedition, so I want it to be a little more comfortable."

"Make it comfortable and what if it creates a relaxation? When I was young, there was no such looseness or laughter. Always vigilant in the morning and at night during the expedition, the death of his companions and the hard battles were ridden with temper and guts - Xu wants the crew to live..."

The last word was small whether or not it could be heard - it was similar to prayer.

I know exactly what Bernige is trying to say.

But I can't really convince you to go on an expedition with temper and guts.

Isn't it inefficient if you can't do it without something that can be improved?

"I'm going to know what you're talking about. But, um... in your mansion, don't you use a water heater?

"Oh, I'm using it."

"Isn't it the same? I was wondering if the Magic Gear of the squad could also be used to improve efficiency and increase the chances of living... I wish I could use the Magic Gear to make it a little easier to spend and focus on fighting demons. Besides, if you're a child or grandchild, don't you want to raise them in a better environment? Hope you're stronger than you are now, can't you support me?

I managed to put into words what I wanted to convey, and it became a disjointed inquiry.

And Berniege, who was hit with a funny question, remained silent.

And so Darya realizes.

The opponent is a nobleman, and we just met today.

The Demon Crusade Squad was murky when they told me that they were sweet on their magic gear, and I overstated my rudeness.

An old man opened his mouth as he tried to apologize as he blued.

"Well - you couldn't let go of the old days. She said not to use it on her children or grandchildren while using a water heater or a cold fan. Because I struggled, you young people said something so selfish about the same struggle..."

I don't know what to say to an old man who speaks to himself.

Its slightly connected red tea eyes narrowed towards me.

"Tell me, thank you"

"Yes, no!

There are no words following the sudden, and there are two hands with the awe.

"The Rossetti Chamber of Commerce seems very well educated. In the meantime, I'd like to say a proper hello to the chairman of the business who whispers" red-haired witch. "

"Oh, um...!

"Oh, didn't you hear 'red-haired witch'? It's also called" Red Cat. "

When I rushed to name myself, I was blocked from talking.

"We've developed a handy magic guide to keep it going, and next year we're going to have an unusual birth with the Baroness. The aristocrats and the royal castle bear two names for their interest. There seem to be many other names..."

I heard something that bothered me a lot. Dalya asks back immediately.

"What are the different names?

"Sure, you're the" Shoe Keeper "and the" Food Reformer ". It must be from the magic equipment we're delivering to the Demon Crusade Squad."

Namelessness has become even more overlapping in two names that are a little too heavy.

But we have to name it a good addition here - when I nearly opened my mouth, Berniege hit me in the knee with a pound.

"Oh, I remember. There was another because of those five-finger socks. Abbreviate" Goddess of salvation from waterworms "and" Goddess of waterworms ""

"" The Water Bug Goddess "...... Huh?!

Darya was hardened by the shock.

Then, to the despair of pushing over, I drop my shoulders disappointingly.

Has that word, yet to be forgotten, finally penetrated to the point of becoming two names?

Who's the nominee? I want to protest with all my might.

And I want you to at least keep it that way. Why are you abbreviating it there?

For now, I have the right to be as foolish as I want with Wolfe.

And now, I want to ring against the wall.

"When I first heard it, I scolded you for being rude, so never omit it, but don't try to shrink and say anything about the young people of today. Oh, keep it a secret from your chairman."

Dahlia's hat, which dropped her shoulders greatly, slipped off, and a room, long hair, spilled from around her ears.

The old man with the glossy red eyes closes his mouth exactly once and gently reopens it.

"Hello... Chairman Rossetti, in person?

"Sorry, name delayed...... my name is Darya Rossetti"

He took off the magic guide he had on his throat, Voice Crossing, and greeted him with his original voice.

He's a little surprised, Bernige has his eyes rounded.

"No - you don't have to worry about it. I was the first to confirm only with Rossetti and mistake him for a business member. Would you rather tell a very rude story to a woman... and keep the story of the crew to yourself?

"Accepted. Thank you for your forgiveness."

Honestly, very, very awkward with each other.

When I needed to talk about something in an uncomfortable silence, I heard a loud noise outside.

Bernige and Darya stop right by the carriage window.

I knew I didn't have to ask anyone why.

Huge bats flying in the sky (komori). Dark blue bodies are likely to blend into the sky.

It smelled like a big pot with crabs or swirling low over the crew.

"Is that an empty bat (skybat)?! It's a fast-moving demon, targeting the smaller ones and the preserved food. Even if you're cautious like that, your judgment is..."

Berniege looked at you just as he rode himself out the window of the carriage and raised his anxious voice.

"That's just great! You can go right away!

"Whoa, I'm shooting!

He was ready for the afternoon test.

With a bright voice, a bow knight uses muscles all over his body and hits a demon bow of disease.

Standing next to him, Kirk is moving his hands.

The high noise overlapped with the queen, and the two arrows left a green trajectory and flew away.

"Sky Bats use their magic to swirl fast! Don't let the arrows go so fast......! Ha?!

The old man's worried voice was replaced for an oversized question mark.

"Go!

Kirk, smiling and speaking up, had been very well controlled in a short period of time.

Two arrows that chase the empty bat (Skybat) from behind even as it swirls sharply, increasing its speed even further.

There was no escape for the poor bat (Komori), and the glowing misrillic line tore his neck and torso in two.

"Ah..."

For a moment, I feel like I've got eyes on a falling sky bat (Skybat).

It seemed like he had a terribly unconvincing look (kao), and Darya joined hands within.

"Now, what's the bow?

Too much, and his neck makes a noisy move, and Bernige sees himself. My eyes, I'm a little scared.

"Uh, the big bow, sir."

"You think it's a big bow? What's that power? That would be crazy!

"Uh, it's called" The Demon Bow of the Wind "..."

"" The Demon Bow of Disease "? Where'd you get that from? You don't have a house to let go of all that stuff honestly? You owe me in the squad?

"No, that was developed by the armoury department of the Scalfalotto family..."

"Development? What are the materials made of?

"Uh, that's..."

Dahliya falls asleep to the question that continues early in the arrow.

Right now, I want to call Dr. Jonas.

Let me explain something to you.

Outside the window, it was Grate who accidentally called out.

Soon afterwards he goes around outside the carriage, opens the door and comes in. In his hand, he had a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

Apparently, he was planning to have a drink with Bernige.

"Rossetti, because of this. You should see an empty bat (Skybat). If you have the material you want, you can take it back."

"Thank you. Uh... excuse me"

I'm sorry in such a way as to escape Berniege, but I can't tell you how far I can go.

I decided to take a sweet, adult turn for Grato's words.

"Oh, thank God you got your back pressed, Chairman Rossetti"

Surprised by the words of surprise, I look back unexpectedly.

The old man with the eyes had an unexpectedly soft look (cao).

Darya thanked him deeply and went down the dark green carriage.