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

As a makeup fix before the dance, Darya managed to get back to her original face thanks to her maid layering her white powder and pulling her lipstick back.

"It's time."

Zildo stood in front of Darya as he checked the white cuff with his fingers.

Next to that, let Till do the same.

"Today, I am proud to be able to unveil the demonic crusade unit advisor and magic conductor, Lord Darya Rossetti, at our Deals family. We look forward to celebrating today's small meeting while we wait for your (Jiji) episcopate."

"Together with the Deals family, I wish Lord Darya Rossetti every success in his ever-increasing efforts"

As per the model but on a heavy mouth, Dahlia returns it straight even as she gets nervous.

"I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for your presence and outfit at your house. I am not yet an uncle (Mishaku), but I come to encourage you for the kingdom of Ordine. Thank you for your continued guidance."

Ivano's script is right, but this time, I'm really going to take care of Mr. and Mrs. Zildo.

I just wanted to thank you one more time.

Finish your greeting and leave the room.

It is in the form of a descent downstairs down the corridor to be proceeded from, through the stairs, directly into the Great Hall.

From below I began to hear people's whimpering and the relaxed melodies of music.

In front of the stairs, a til descends from next to Zildo, and Dahlia stands in his stead.

From here it takes the form of a zilded escort down the stairs.

Somehow he stopped his legs and looked at Darya still with those amber eyes.

When nervous as a frog stared at by a snake, Jildo hoists the corner of his mouth.

"It's supposed to be a compliment like 'That's the Best Flower of the Night', but it's unnecessary. Boulder, adviser to the Demon Crusade Unit. It's an unbeatable glow."

"Di, Master Zildo?

I would like you not to suddenly engage in aristocratic lip service here in a changing sphere.

It's bad for the heart and I don't know how to give it back.

"Hands please, Chairman Dahliya"

"Thank you very much. Dear Jildo,"

On the left hand of Zildo's white gloves, Darya finally overlaps the right hand of her long handbag.

When we went next door to each other and headed to the stairs, he said with his face facing forward.

"Master Berniege's second fry, but I'm one of those who made you laugh. Thank you now. Thanks to this, I drink well with friends. The difficulty is that the amount is too high."

"Dear Jild..."

"Tighten your chest. If Baron Carlo Rossetti were alive, he would have been proud of you."

"... eh"

Reminds me clearly of that smile in the name of my unexpected father.

Seeing his seemingly smudged vision, he swallows the stray words that went out to his mouth - Dahlia smiles and turns forward.

"Thank you - if so, I'm sure my father had too much to celebrate"

My neighbor Jildo stopped moving for a beat and laughed as he was losing it.

- Okay, let's go.

Take the escort of the Marquis Prince, take the stairs slowly, step by step, and head for the Great Hall.

A gaze looking up from the bottom turns to himself and Zildo, and the neighborhood calms down.

The high ceiling demon chandelier lights are painfully eye-catching.

The mural that the kingdom was founded is bright in colour, but there is no loose end to enjoying it.

I have a face I see, but my curious gaze still sticks around. Tension will come to your stomach later.

Still do your best, stretch your spine, and proceed without nagging.

"Ah..."

The moment I realized it, I spilled my voice low.

When did you come, Wolf was there.

He stands inconspicuously in a place without people at the wall a little further down the stairs. It blends into the field because of the fairy crystal glasses, but Dahlia soon found out.

Dry dark hair, glowing sweat on your forehead and temples, under your eyes neighborhood (Kuma) - you must have come in a real hurry.

I can see tiredness, but I am heartily relieved that he has returned safely from the expedition.

In the case of revelations, those who were not in the time of greeting cannot deal with the dance, that is what I hear.

It's a bit unfortunate that I can't dance with Wolf today, but he came home safely from the expedition - that's all I was very happy about, nature, and the laughter spilled.

Wolfe also looks at herself and smiles silently.

That's all I found to be a heartfelt celebration.

As you descend the stairs, Jildo raises his right hand.

The conductor standing in front of the player nodded and the prelude to the first song began smoothly.

Jildo thought he was going straight to the floor in the melody - and suddenly, he stopped.

The palm that was escorting Dahlia is released.

"Sorry, I stepped on a shoelace and cut it"

I saw my foot in a loud voice, but the shiny black leather shoelaces are safe, not even untied.

but on the spot, Jildo chopped his shoelaces apart with his right hand while hiding them with his left hand.

"Huh?"

For a moment, I don't understand why you would do that.

As Darya was about to solidify, Jildo moved Amber's gaze with his broken shoelaces in his hand.

"You can't stop a song that's about to start, it's bad luck. You there, one song, be my deputy."

"Me, sir?

At the end of his gaze, Wolfe hardens to surprise.

But Zildo asked him to hurry silently, without even hearing back.

And I shoved the red pocket chief I was wearing into his chest, which was still speechless.

"Ask for the first song as me, 'Zildfan Deals'. Let's change the shoelaces in the meantime."

"Ko, it's an honor!

Wolfe received a terribly hard voice as her surrounding gaze turned toward us simultaneously.

A nervous, sweaty face on my hair that I just finally passed through.

Jildo's men or the ones at home? It's sudden. You'll be nervous - such a whisper is spilling.

Still, Zildo, the organizer, nominated him 'as himself'. Shoelaces are also unforeseen, and no one disputes them.

"Chairman Rossetti - can you forgive me for the escort?

"Yes, thank you very much"

Lay your hands on the offered Wolf hand and proceed to the center of the floor.

Because the song was on its way, it got a little early, but the conductor matched it well and made it to the start of the dance.

A young man who happened to be there, acting on Zildo's behalf, was also nervous about an unintended major player - I guess that's what it looked like around him. A smiling sleigh turns to us.

Those who know Wolfe's glasses - although it's a little embarrassing that Ivano, Fort the head of the garment guild, Mr. and Mrs. Osvaldo, etc. are all equally good smiles to the Leones of the commercial guild.

The center of the floor, only two pairs dance first.

Wolfe, who acted on behalf of Zildo, the organizer, and his revealing self.

And as the highest-titled and closest of invitees to Zildo, Marquis Grato, head of the Demon Crusade Unit, and his wife Darilla.

Grate nods silently and laughs gently at ourselves.

Standing in a place to dance, I felt myself so nervous that my knees seemed to tremble again.

I'm not practicing or striding. What if I step on Wolf's foot?

"Sorry, thin heel shoes, so I think it hurts when I step on them"

"Please don't hesitate. Because I think Miss Rossetti is as light as a feather."

Whispering with his left hand on Wolfe's shoulder and his right hand in its palm returned a frigid dialogue.

It's so toned that I want to ask him if he wants to be trampled, but his voice is his usual...

Green eyes, similar to my father Carlo's, do laugh.

The surroundings are full of nobles, unfamiliar places.

The heartbeat is fast enough for me to know, and I'm not sure about the dance.

When I finish this song, I guess I'll be dancing with Zildo next.

Will you be able to dance properly with the folks after that, and will you be able to talk well about the welcome afterwards?

I have a lot of that anxiety, but it's strange because I feel like I can ride it all when it's supported by Wolf's arms.

Take steps to match the song.

Whether nervousness delayed his exit or a slight breakdown in posture, Wolfe gave him the firm support he deserved.

Turning around, the hem of the deep wine-colored dress blooms like a petal, and the hem of the black swallowtail suit dances like a bird.

Wolfe's gold earrings, their chains, sang in her ears.

It was easy to dance, whether it was a dance with a dance instructor or a stride with an earlier jild.

Still, right now, dancing with Wolf like this is the firmest thing - fun.

"First dance is Wolf, I'm glad"

He narrows his golden eyes and laughs at the words he accidentally crushed.

"I'm glad I'm Dahlia, too."

"Huh?"

"I never danced at a ball, so this is the first dance"

Whispers are very small, lips barely move, and no one else will notice.

And yet, the words sound very firm...

An extraordinary smile, even with fairy crystal glasses on.

Much closer than we usually do when we talk, right in front of each other.

Looking back, I've never seen Wolfe's face so close since we met - even with glasses on, I thought it was really cool.

Most of all, I guess Wolf would look very troubled if he spoke of it.

"I'm late. - I'm home, Darya."

In the middle of the turn, the whisper in his ear, which was very close, caught his heart.

Suddenly, the heel (heel) of the high shoe flashes and stumbles because of the sudden appearance.

Still, my back hand supported me strong right away and the dance went on as if nothing had happened.

First dance, the rest of the song is just...

At the end of his last turn, Darya looks up at him and laughs her best.

To avoid being noticed around her, her lips did not move as much as possible, so small that she could not speak, and still hold her words.

"Welcome back, Wolf"

I laughed heavily. His eyes were green, but somehow he looked golden.