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

As soon as the man walked into the store, the customer's voice and movement stopped perfectly.

Tall tall, dark hair with a terribly neat aberration when sandalwood attracts a lot of attention.

Most importantly, the golden eyes that shake the sunlight out of the window are such that even the proud ornaments seem to fade.

I don't have to have a name to know.

Letter received from my father-in-law, Leone Jeddah, head of the commercial guild, Wolframe Scalfalotto there, that would be the person.

Stopping the hardening clerk, the shopkeeper decided to respond himself.

The Earl of Scalfalot family goes up to the Marquis next semester.

It was natural to call this one to the mansion, but the son turned to himself and visited him as a single guest.

The young man of outstanding beauty is famous for his red armor (Scarlet Armor) of the Royal Knights' Demon Crusade Unit, as well as the glamorous rumors of the women.

Many of the women in the store are now turning their gaze to him and blinking their ears.

Tomorrow it will be rumored that he was coming to this store.

My father-in-law, Leone, seems to have thought carefully about promoting the store.

"Welcome, you're here. My name is Lorenz Bressan."

"Thank you for saying hello. My name is Volfredo Scalfalotto. There's something I'm looking for today."

As I approached him trying to cut it out without foreshadowing, I saw a neighborhood (Kuma) under his eyes.

As the gorgeous rumor goes, maybe you're busy with a lot of things.

"Master Scalfalotto, please go to the upper room. We'd like to ask you some questions about what you're looking for."

In the store, this man is becoming more of a spectacle than a ornament.

Even this young man would be restless looking for ornaments with such a gaze.

At the very least, I'd like you to sit in a chair and pick him out calmly - while I think so, Lorenz led him upstairs.

Once in one of the reception rooms, Lorenz asks one of the clerks for tea.

When I sat at the table, I asked the tired young man.

"Dear Scalfalot, what are you looking for today?

The condition found in the letter of my father-in-law, Leone, was: 'The material is gold, something suitable for women in their twenties to wear, something that also passes at the Marquis'.

You would say to exclude anything that comes off of it, but you have to be careful with the unknown ornaments of the person you wear.

"I'd like to ask for gold earrings for women. I haven't decided anything else in particular. With the introduction of Lady Leone, I thought I'd have a look."

To that extent, the brunette youth looked at herself terribly straight.

Apparently, it's not an effortless gift. Even the size of the store may be judged.

This young man is a member of the Scalfalotto family.

The house is also known as "Earl of the Water".

But now the other one is becoming more famous.

"Marquis of Ice" - the reason is that the title rises, the production of ice demon stones increases, and that its officials boast of the strength of ice magic.

And it is also heard that those who have become enemies will be relentless and will freeze their movements.

I don't want to push things out of my hopes because people in such houses are their opponents.

If you are a young man who is part of the Scalfalotto family, your eyes will be fat and you will be quite committed to them.

The price range for the decorations I keep in the store is wide, but it's all pretty good. You just have to look and judge as much as you like - correct your spine and keep talking.

"Absolutely. There are about three hundred of them, so let's split them up and bring them here."

"What, three hundred?

The golden eyes became round, and then the shadows dwelt.

Maybe it's a waste of time to think - no, does this mean that you, the store owner, are being tested?

The arm put together, the bracelet glowed on the youth's left wrist.

It emits an exquisite golden glow over silver. Precious metals are so eye-catching that you can't judge just by looking at them.

It may be a conferred magic guide, but I don't feel a shake of magic in it.

All I know is that it would be a terribly scarce bracelet.

Lorenz cut out nervously.

"If you don't mind, may I give you a recommendation?

"I'd love to. I'm so excited about these things that I need your advice..."

You'll be used to giving ornaments and other things to women, no, you'll be used to getting them as mountains - but the young man of that beauty wishes for himself with a low voice.

Damn, what a joke.

This will be the test of my eyesight and taste as a shopkeeper.

Lorenz's tension increased even further.

"Can you tell us the hair and eyes of the giver, the color, characteristics, and the feel of the clothes you like to summon? We'll bring you what you think fits."

"Uh... the hair is bright and soft red, the eyes are clear emerald... the skin is white with slight roses... normal clothing is often elegant with pieces and top and bottom alignments... sometimes it is a work outfit. I think there are many calm shades of colour, such as white, blue, dark green, tea…"

I laid my eyes down and guessed a lot at a young man who seemed to follow his memory very dearly.

And it was caught that they didn't seem to be noble women.

"Do you use it on a daily basis? Or do you have a ceremony planned?

"Wearing earrings is a revelation at the ball. Because my friend has decided next year on a Baron's epistle. Hopefully, I'll have something to use afterwards."

He laughs at me when I say it as if it were my business.

"I very much congratulate you on being an episcopal. So it's both a gift and a 'celebration'."

"Yes, it is. If possible, I'd like you to wear it all the time..."

The young man, who finished his words as he prayed, laughed too softly, and quite a bit.

It's like I'm here to look for my shape to give to a woman - that's what I thought, and I waved instantly.

It's not even on the edge.

She was about to swallow herself, too, with beautiful golden eyes.

I shifted my gaze from that gold and looked at the hands of a young man who was assembled on a desk - with all due respect, I looked twice.

Several nails had cracks, and I could see a number of bloody swords dako on the inside of my hand, fingers and palms.

Even from above the clothes you can see the forged body, the slight lowering of the right shoulder due to the load of the sword -

If you were interested in playing with women, as gorgeous rumors have it, you wouldn't be in such a body with such hands.

Oh, well, the neighborhood under that gold (Kuma) is the same.

It's not female play or anything like that. He would have forced me to come to the store during an expedition, after a tough workout, or during the harsh assignment of a Demon Crusader.

And I remember the condition from my father-in-law that 'the material is gold, something suitable for twenties women to wear, something that even the Marquis goes by' - Lorenz realized.

The person giving away the gold earrings would be a lover with a different identity.

The woman must have had a hard time for this man and got a baron position.

The difference between the position of the common man and the son of the Earl family, this is all the more sturdy.

In order to reduce friction with the woman I think, and to avoid aristocratic matchmaking, I guess this man has been making rumours without alarm.

It is the one who thinks of it that can only be called a 'friend'.

That's why my father-in-law wrote in his letter, "Something that even the Marquis would pass by."

Sooner or later, next to this young man, the woman lined up, hoping to name the same surname.

"You're a very dear friend of the hard-working..."

"Yes......!

To Lorenz's words he nodded deeply and now laughed like a boy.

That's not a hoax, with a deep romantic look (kao).

I assume I'm the one with the rush, and I'm ashamed of myself just trying to make the store look good.

Two people who just care about each other.

Even though the road ahead is still long and steep, I hope that thought will be fulfilled.

One of the best gifts for this young man and the woman who receives it.

That would be my job to run a decorative shop.

The only thing I regret is that it's probably all predicted.

My father-in-law has introduced this young man to discerning his chronic mind that has expanded and expanded the store, not reminding him of the foundations of commerce (Isuzu) and his heart for customers.

Still on the palm of his hand, Leone Jeddah was no match for me.

My path is still going to be long.

"Dear Scalfalot, I will come with the recommended earrings. Please take your time choosing today as time permits"