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

"It's a delivery from the Orlando Chamber of Commerce to Mr. Dalya. Just in case, we just opened it here."

The commercial guild's chamber of commerce, Ivano, placed the white cloth wrap on the table.

It was lit by the afternoon sun. Besides, Darya had an approximate idea.

When I gently removed the cloth, there was a large leather box and a bunch of paperwork.

The documents were like letters.

I wrote down all Carlo's instructions, verbally taught him, noticed him, and cautioned him about what seemed dangerous on paper, and hacked between the pages - that was the familiar horn letter, carefully noted.

Inside the leather box was a leather guide wrapped in thin paper.

Bright green stone in the center, probably Peridot. The colour of my father's eyes overlaps without cloudiness. And the sandy leather was a color that really resembled my father's hair.

I glimpse my eyes get warm, turn the page and check just a little.

I was about to read through a bunch of magic tools I hadn't even made yet, or even seen.

But this is a commercial guild. I have plans for today.

When Darya closed the Apocalypse to shake it off, she stabbed a needle in her finger on the spot, draped it in a green stone, and set the red blood.

Now it is a magic book that can only be opened to me. Strangely appeased.

"Ivano, copy these documents and use them if you need them"

"Okay, Chairman. But the Orlando Chamber of Commerce often gave me this."

Ivano is staring at the paperwork.

Following from the second sheet of the document are the chambers of commerce where various rare materials are available and a list of approximate prices, as well as a contact list of the respective processors.

Not only as a magic guide, but also as a chamber of commerce that deals with magic guides.

With this, we can trade directly without going through the Orlando Chamber of Commerce.

"Yep. Same goes for the material search, because I don't have enough magic for processing or the kind of magic I need. When something happens, it helps to be able to talk to the processor."

"The Orlando Chamber of Commerce seems to have a clear sense of our 'subcontracting'"

"Ivano, it's -"

I don't know how to say it, but I feel unfamiliar with it.

But before he could say it, he had made a second confirmation.

"Chairman, you really have nowhere left to think about the Orlando Chamber of Commerce, do you?

"There isn't. Deal like any other chamber of commerce. I'll take care of the rest. Our business is with Ivano."

"So you're saying you can do what I want?

The vice chairman you could count on, his blue eyes, looked at you to make sure of yourself.

That seemed a little cold because of the winter light out the window and the increased bluishness.

"Uh, 'Good deal, good business, please'"

"... ok, Chairman"

Fu remembered, and Ivano laughed in his usual voice at himself for the stereotypical greeting of the merchant.

After finishing the conversation, it is the Royal Castle Demon Crusade Squad building that Darya is headed to.

for follow-up observation and confirmation of the impact absorbing material used for Randolph's large shield.

Jonas picked me up in the Scalfalotto family carriage because he wanted to combine reports of slime relations by the time he got to the royal castle.

Ivano says he has a meeting at the clothing guild, so he breaks up at the stable.

The eight-legged horse (Slapenil) named "Elis" was in a good mood for Mayna to get an apple.

In the carriage, across from Jonas, Dariya sits with Marcella.

Jonas was not the usual squire's clothes, but a trio of pasty white shirts and dark ashes.

The only reason the right sleeve looks a little thicker would be because of its demonic and urchin. Even if you can hide the urchin with your cognitive-inhibiting bracelet, it seems difficult to change it to the sleeve of your clothes to show it.

"It's the one that granted ice magic to Blue Slime the other day, but they're still cold at yesterday's stage. Reports from Idea Arena are also coming up regarding the additional progress"

In the report given, the number of observations had increased at some point due to different dates.

If this is all the time you have, you are pretty good as a refrigerant.

"However, if you hold it straight for a long time, rough hands and rough skin may occur"

Apparently I overlooked the report's description, Dalya asked hastily.

"Excuse me, which one of the reports is that?

"No, it's not in the report. When I met Master Idea Arena, my hands and cheeks were a little rough… I couldn't tell if it was due to the melting of the blue slime or a light frostbite"

I was very convinced of him for choosing words to explain.

Idea must have stuck to the slime grant.

I imagined her chewing on a cold blueslime grant, but she wasn't uncomfortable at all.

On the spot, the magician of the Scalfalotto family said he was treated and got nothing, but from now on, he asked other officials to check the status of the idea once a day.

Very relieved.

As we interacted looking at the report, the carriage arrived at the Royal Castle.

I've been through it many times already, but it still makes me nervous to creep through the giant stone gate and get inside.

Long-lasting high walls, a white stone building complex and a huge castle in the back of the centre.

The three towers in the castle are also called the testimonies of immortality.

The Kingdom of Ordine is more than two hundred years after its founding, without a single war, without rebellion. That peace is truly gratifying.

When you get to the carriage stop, Jonas gets off first, then Marcella tries to continue.

Jonas glanced through the door as he lifted the hem of a dark green piece slightly to get up.

"Be quiet - Marcella, don't open this place until I say yes"

"Yes."

To a low whispered voice, Marcella closed the door and locked it.

And stand in front of the door while I fix the black leather gloves on both hands.

I don't know what happened, but this is the royal castle. We just have to follow Jonas' instructions.

"Jonas, it's been a while."

As an anti-intoxication, he had opened the window so thin that it was filled with one finger, from which an unfamiliar voice came in.

The sound of the shoes comes even closer. They even came next to the carriage.

Darya inadvertently lurked her breath.

"We're out of time, Dear Goodwin"

Apparently, he's a relative of Jonas.

I heard there are many surnames for 'Goodwin', so I would happen to meet with relatives at the stables in Royal Castle.

"Last week, a child was born. It's the second boy."

"Congratulations. I'd like to give you something to celebrate."

"You don't have to worry about it. I just want you to take this opportunity to unravel the demon in the temple and go back to your house. Of course, I'll play quite a part in our chamber of commerce, and I'll look for the best edge I can"

"I refuse. I serve Lord Gouid."

Sounds like my parents, but Jonas' voice was so flat that I didn't think he was having a conversation with his family.

"I have heard that Jonas has become the head (osa) of the Scalfalotto family's arms development department. But being in the same business as my parents without a word is not something that my relatives can acquiesce to."

"I understand. What's the punishment for me?

"I'm not going to punish you or anything. However, the story is about connecting the Scalfalotto family's weapons development department to our chamber of commerce, or turning around a lot of information, or else letting them choose whether to leave our home altogether -"

"I'm leaving now."

"Jonas!

Call his name in a fierce voice when he answers instantly.

The size of his voice made the horse less light.

"You're part of the Viscount Goodwin family, though you serve the Scalfalots. If anything happens to that Gouid after he leaves the country, can you stay in the Scalfalot family as you are? If you get upset, there will be no one behind you."

"In the unlikely event that Master Gouid has one, let me disappear first. Until then, if the Lord (or the Lord) tells you that it is not necessary. Master Goodwin has nothing to worry about."

Jonas pales back at the opponent's desperate persuasion.

The conversation was paused and I heard a deep sigh.

"'Dear Goodwin',? Do you still call me that..."

"'Lifetime, don't call me my brother,' didn't you say, Master Goodwin?"

Even though it's a polite word, I think I saw a cold blade (if I did).

And finally, I found out that the person I was talking to was Jonas' brother.

"I guess it's too late for a further apology..."

"I have nothing to apologize for. It's just that I didn't deserve the Goodwin family."

That's where the new carriage would have come in, the sound of a hoof.

Either of them coughed weightlessly.

"Okay. Let me know when you decide where to adopt me. If you want to reconsider or talk to me - no, it doesn't matter if you're at home or not me."

"Okay. Thank you for your concern."

There is no goodbye greeting, one footsteps away.

The signs of Jonas remained intact.

A while after I lurked my breath, I heard a knockout knock on the door.

"Marcella, that's enough. Open up here."

Marcella, who had been solidified, finally moves to the words spoken.

When I unlocked the key and opened the door, there was Jonas with the same expression.

"See if there's anyone in the aisle up ahead. If anyone's there, keep going back."

"Okay."

Marcella followed Jonas' instructions and went outside the carriage.

Jonas looked at Dahlia's face and narrowed his eyes as he entered the carriage instead.

"... did you hear that face? Looks like you misplaced the bug protection distance. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Excuse me! I'm in the shape of a wiretap."

"No, it's my mistake. Forget it."

I'm talking about Jonas personally, not what I should hear. Though I think so, I get worried about him with a puppet-like look (kao) and ask him.

"Um, are you okay, Dr. Jonas?

When Jonas stopped moving perfectly, he stared at Dahlia with rusty eyes.

"Do you care, about me?

Unexpectedly, a brilliant making smile turned out for me.

But the bottom of that eye was shaken by the faint light - and to that shake, I remembered Wolfe, who told me about a hard past.

"I'm worried, Dr. Jonas is an important work companion."

"That 's-- thank you."

The making disappeared so that the smile melted.

When Jonas re-sits in his seat, he turns his gaze to Dahlia again.

"As I've told you before, I'm alienated from my parents. That mother of yours is the First Lady, and my mother is the Second Lady. Besides that, there is the descendant from the Count's house, because my mother is a dancer dedicated to my father from a desert country"

"Uh, is it like a pageant?

"No, that's the word as it is. Because my father, who went there in diplomacy, said 'beautiful' three times at a feast - oh, three times in one night is' proposition 'in the desert country, Ishrana"

What a surprising habit.

Has the Male Nobility of Ordine made a mistake because there is something polite about praising women?

"That's what makes your mother married on the brink..."

"Yes, a nobleman of Ishrana bought up my mother and gave her to me in a carpet"

"Huh?"

"My mother became a slave. In Ishrana, we have the country's recognized slavery."

"... Were you"

I don't know what to say.

Here in Ordine, slaves do not meet because they are only criminal slaves and are segregated in places where they work.

"My father could not return my mother as a gift from another country, and made her a Second Lady. At that point, the slave contract has been dissolved, but it must have been something unacceptable around. My mother was unfamiliar, separated and returned to the country. I haven't been back to my parents' house since my father died, but this time my name came up as the head of the Scalfalot family's arms development department, so I would like to use it if it could be used as one of the pawns (Koma), that would be the place. I was wondering if it would be more inconvenient for Mr. Gwede to leave the country completely."

"Sorry, I think I've asked you something you don't want to talk about..."

"No, I'm fine. I don't say anything I really don't want to talk about."

Jonas, finished speaking, wrinkled gently between his eyebrows.

I can't talk to her about what's going on, and Dahlia puts both palms back up a little.

Seeing himself like that, he told him to give up.

"It will be a little cumbersome. If you don't go to the Aristocracy early, you won't be able to enter part of the Royal Castle."

"Is there such a place?

"Yes, there is a place to be used in meetings with more than the Count. Even a squire or escort can't go in there without nobility or clergy. Few houses want to welcome demonized children, so I was wondering if it would take a little while to ask Master Gouid."

I had doubts about Jonas, who said so naturally about his adopted son.

"Um, is it common for a nobleman to adopt a child?

"Yes, I hear there are more than ordinary people"

"For example, do common people often go to the Count's house to adopt their children?

"... Yes, it is quite. It is a form of adding to the clan to protect the good common people, or in relation to work. I have adopted children and marriages, but that story came from Mr. Wolfe, right?

Apparently Jonas already knew.

He is a Gouad squire and an escort. Maybe he was present.

"Yes, I know it's a joke, but I laughed at the story of Wolfe becoming my brother..."

"Master Wolf is my brother...... I see. And if that happens, Mr. Gwiede will be" Brother Gwiede. "

"Absolutely not! Oh, no, not that I don't like Master Gouid or anything, but that, very upstairs or awe-inspiring..."

Desperately elucidate to the unexpected words of Jonas.

When I was Wolfe, I could laugh, but I don't feel like I could call Gouid my brother for a joke.

If you notice, Jonas puts his fist in his mouth, shaking his shoulders and enduring.

I want you to be honest with me and laugh already.

"I checked and came. No one is here right now."

By the time Jonas' shoulder tremor stopped, Marcella was back.

Okay, let's go.

As he stepped out of the carriage, Jonas offered his escort's hand. Darya honestly follows it and gets off the carriage.

I'm very concerned about what's going on with Randolph's big shield.

Behind Darya, Jonas was letting the sound of closing the carriage door erase his twinkle.

"My students don't seem to have enough education..."