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

At the end of the ball, Jildo dropped off the invitees with his wife and Dahlia.

Afterwards, a carriage from the Scalfalotto family picked him up, so he entrusted Wolfe with sending Dahliya.

If it was meant to be, it would have to be sent in a Reveal Hosted Deals family carriage, but no one on the spot spoke of it.

Darya, dressed in her clothes when she came, politely thanked herself and her wife and went home with a smile on her face with Wolf and Ivano.

I feel more like a baron with a perfectly stretched back than I did when I came.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to the epic.

"It's been a good night."

Sitting next to me on the couch in the guest room, in a good mood, is a grat.

Today, Grate and his wife, Darilla, are still in the mansion.

We were moving to a small room because we were just going to talk a little bit from here.

Both the squire and the escort knight are next door, making it a second meeting with careless friends and cousins.

My wife Till is out of the room right now to fix her makeup but will be back soon.

"That's a really good revelation, Master Zildo"

Red hair curled loosely and tied up, blue-green-eyed lady unchanged since she was a girl -

Darilla, my cousin and Grato's wife, is smiling across the street from me.

It's been a terrible long time since I've seen her in my own mansion.

"But that's a lot of good luck, Zildo!

Zildo dared not reply.

I don't know what Grate's saying. But I don't.

Referring to it as a whispering ball, the candidates continued to think and choose carefully.

Here's an up-and-coming magic conductor, and few want to connect with the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce.

Most of all, when I think of those who invited me, the corner of my mouth goes up.

Darya and the close nobles had opened their eyes to her standing between herself and her wife and then had a sympathetic look (kao).

That would be to something Darya hasn't noticed, but it's already too late.

The grate next door also, in his first greeting, called his name only in the form of his mouth with flattery.

I struggled to kill my laughter.

Though I will make a revelation, Darya is still a lordless commoner.

Her dress was more modest in design and less glossy than that of the aristocrats, but the material was first-class demonic yarn.

I am not ashamed to stand beside a high nobleman.

Couple of Dahlias who put it together - Jildo and Till, yes.

Normally, beside him would be his wife, followed there by his noble guardian, Gouid, or his surrogate, Wolfe, and a line around Ivano, who would make Dahlia the common man, and then vice-chairman.

Standing between the head of the Deals family and his wife...

In other words, Darya would have informed him that he was' treating his daughter 'or so close.

Note that I just opened my eyes first about Ivano and the rest was my usual smile.

The fact that no stopping or informing would fit the Vice Chairman's Abacus, I guess.

"Jild, you're a really good guy..."

Zildo stuck to his friend, who was pressing his wine glass with a good smile.

Even if I drank too much, it wouldn't be something to say all of a sudden.

By and large, I have to take advantage of a lot of tricks from here, but I don't know if I know that.

When Till came back, he had to take up the glass of booze and explain it in so much detail that he didn't like it - Zildo received the glass silently while he thought so.

Dariya danced with Wolfe, then Jildo the same song, Grate the third song, and Berniege the fourth.

She had a good smile about how effective the first dance worked and seemed like she could even afford it.

And I danced perfectly without even flickering into my surrounding gaze.

Luckily, there was a shoelace disturbance on the first song, but then the rash on his face seemed to have flown everything.

The first person to dance was the Marquis Principal, who held the unveiling, and himself, Treasurer of the Royal Castle.

Next, Grate, who is also the Marquis head and head of the Royal Castle Knights Demon Crusade Squad. He is the boss of Dalya, the squad's advisor.

Until this point, the invitees would have been within our expectations.

However, the fourth song is owned by the former Marquis, and Berniege is different from Zildo's faction.

For the first time in quite a while he participated prominently in a blank prosthetic leg without daring to wear long shoes. Many turned their surprise eyes to the way they spoke happily and danced gracefully.

It is judged that the very fact that I was able to call him, myself, and the Deals family, will have that much influence.

Conversely, Berniege, who was thought to have retired, entered and left the Demon Crusade Unit, named the Scalfalotto family's armoury division and resurrected as an old aristocratic boy reaching out to factional differences, which would be so rumoured.

It's a funny story, whether it's to the benefit of the Marquis or not, because that's not by the balance of power, it's just a tribute to a one-demon conductor.

When he finished dancing the four songs, his wife Till spoke up and accompanied Darya to a place of welcome.

I recommended a chair and fruit water, whether she was tired of dancing, and Till sat on her left and Darilla on her right.

After that, he went from green vegetable juice to beauty and wellness stories, including stories about bubble pump bottles and hot seating tables and other magic aids.

I was wondering if Dahlia was very interested in beauty, but she was quite excited about her health.

Maybe it's because of the loss of my father early.

Wife and maid of honor, they talked about how to reduce salt and oil from your diet and how it worked on your skin and joints.

At first, it's a little rare to talk about people who have difficulty using healing magic.

The ladies were flushing, but the gloss of hair on the beautiful skin and joint pain changed the color of the eyes and the ears stood.

I asked my squire to bring me some writing equipment, and even the lady who takes notes left.

As a result, a group of married women ended up tightly cementing the perimeter of Dahlia and the others had no choice but to flush with a light greeting.

Only one invitation from the men I was concerned about at the time of greeting. Nothing else was done.

Most importantly, this is natural.

There is absolutely no such thing as noble men who want to turn a group of aristocratic married women against their enemies.

The revelation that ended this way is more than my plan - no, it's much more diagonal to the plan.

That magic conductor by the name of Dahlia is really, utterly unpredictable.

The issue at hand is that we know that in the future, married women will be begged to call Darya to the next supper or prom.

Well, this revelation is also like informing the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce not to go straight through the Deals or Scalfalotto families.

There will be more trouble but no remorse.

A few - you'll be able to pay back what you owe her.

It takes a lot of work on Till, but even his wife can be sure he'll use it for the seeds of colloquial talk with a smile on his face.

"But I didn't think you'd replace First Dance."

"... my shoelaces are broken, I have no choice."

I don't want to be told with a good smile about the cause of the borrowing, but honestly, I didn't even think about it.

The first dance was myself, the second song was Wolf, and that was the first plan.

It was a shame when I heard he couldn't make it because I found out that Darya was waiting for me to take it. But I have no choice because it is my mission as the Knights of the Royal Castle, the Demon Crusade Force. For that matter, let's all take care of Darya, that's what I thought.

But the moment he noticed Wolfe, who was under the stairs, Darya laughed as the flowers opened.

I was most surprised to be next door so that even the signs blossomed vividly.

And when I saw Wolf, I was absolutely convinced I had to let him dance with this guy first.

His eyes watching Dahlia dwelt in the light of the knight, even under those color-changing glasses.

And then there's another fever.

Wolfe hasn't said his first greeting.

I would argue on my own behalf that I have been delayed in the assignment of the Demonic Crusade Unit, and where I let him dance with Dahlia, the mouthless would say that he was impolite.

In that case, it is easy to imagine how the Scalfalotto family, which has run up the throne, and a man named Wolframe Scalfalotto, who stands out in his appearance, will be rumored.

It's not necessarily that there won't be any fools out there afterwards that will lead to bad reviews for Darya.

Fortunately, thanks to those strange glasses, Wolfe's deception is profitable.

Speaking of 'one of my men I use straight', no one can speak even if there is prying.

Then, by the time I got down the stairs, I turned my head and tore off my shoelaces with physical strengthening at my fingertips.

As a result, my squire rushed to pick up the replacement shoes in a single song.

Stepping on a shoelace is a testament to old age (testimony).

It could be a slightly dishonorable rumor to the aristocratic boys if they were to have stepped on their own and cut them.

But to that extent, there is nothing for me to say about being able to drink well with my friends from this past summer.

Most of all, today's participants are limited. There is no way to follow the rumors.

"You're really, really mean..."

"Shut up, Grate"

I don't know how drunk I am, Grate slaps me over the shoulder.

Too powerful and painful. It's just like when I was a student.

I had eyes with my cousin beside me when I didn't stop my friend because it was troublesome.

She gave me a maid who was good at her own makeup for Darya.

I know Till contacted me, but he also foresaw what he was thinking and cooperated unspoken.

Everything goes to the magic conductor who took care of me - Grate, and to thank each other for re-tying their houses.

Darilla wouldn't laugh, but I still don't think it's something to put in my mouth.

And what a sigh to open the glass with a smile like a boy next to me.

The fact that the nobleman's house is not the dominant, and that his wife's extraction determines prosperity, may be an outward truth.

"Darilla, thank you for today"

She let loose her blue-green eyes and grinned.

"After all, Jildo, your brother is a 'knight'"

Jildo couldn't say anything - he coughed badly.