Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

Walking on the property of my own house is a little over 10 Lynn (min).

The season is long spring so the warm sun is soft enough not to need an umbrella. But he still wears an umbrella.

Jenny gives her an umbrella to Ena, who stays holding herself all the time, even at a stage where she's not even about the workshop yet, and LaClear to her grandmother, because she conditioned her not to leave today.

Ellie seems to have her own umbrella, but she hasn't given it to the two men.

I don't feel uncomfortable around here because I've never seen a man give me an umbrella in my lifetime.

Well, I can't see Ellie hiding in the sun umbrella because Ena is holding herself in her arms because of her high vision. Of course I can't see the sun umbrella because of its lack of magic. It would surely be a pretentious pretty sun umbrella if I could see it.

By the way, the clothes I'm wearing right now are pure white gothic lolita dresses with lots of lace for all kinds of tours.

The color is because Ena said as convinced that Lily would look great in white, but she has always received compliments from her wife and Ellie.

Theo was throwing out a lot of sweet words when he paused and restarted as usual, so Ellie put a blow in as usual.

Kuti also presents an umbrella drawn by magic, and the sun shining brightly shapes his anger.

From the sun, he has stretched a few stitches, and four legs with raised muscles circle around the sun.

Besides, there are netted tights on the leg.

I don't know what...... Is that Kuti's solar statue?

That sun is a pervert no matter where you come from.

The radiation pouring down in the sun umbrella, the solar flares. Protect yourself from them, while Kuti, the challenger's face challenging something huge, moves toward the goal tape painted under the sun.

Just below that goal tape are four men wearing robes that look tall in line to maintain their upright immobility.

When they are close enough to reach their voices even if they speak normally, the four simultaneously bend their hands at a 45-degree angle, layering them in front of their bodies and drooling their heads.

It's like a greeting from a country four thousand years old.

"Welcome aboard."

"You can take it easy on me. More than that, is Lord Elliot (...) again?

"Yes...... I did tell you...... Sorry……"

"No, that's okay. Because I know that's the way it is. You are not responsible.

I'd rather say hello today. "

"Thank you for your words.

So today, I'll show you a clear explanation and demonstration to the boys and the ladies as planned. "

"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm busy, but please."

"It's outrageous. We are magicians serving the Christophers. It is a great pleasure to show our arms to the Son and Son of the Lord.

Although I do not inherit magical qualities, I am confident that I will inherit the senses necessary to create wonderful magic artifacts if you are the three children of Claretil. "

"I don't know what will happen in the future, but it should be a good experience to visit the workshop that actually makes the magic tools."

One of the four people waiting in front of the workshop will greet Ena, a delegate and a wrap-up role for this tour of the workshop, and so on.

This is my employer's family because I am still a magic craftsman held by the Christopher family, and I have low hips like employees over there.

Still, we can hear enough confidence in our own arms.

These four don't seem to be all of us, but if you just want to visit something else, there won't be any problem without everyone coming out.

It's a classic that artisans have a lot of strangers, and even if their employer's family is here to visit them, they're likely to be immersed in their own work or something.

Kuti, who cut the goal tape and knocked the sun off to the ground, painted the next one as a communal where the bigoted old man exploded with his hands on the crystal, making his hair smaller and afro less.

It was when the old Afro man launched his second explosion.

Batan, and a man with glasses who looked nervous appeared when he heard an open sound as if he was going to kick through the door.

Next to the nervous looking face I can see the pointed long ears with characteristic tips. It's not an elf, it's a long-eared family.

Speaking of which, I may not have seen the Long Ear clan before.

I didn't have any servants, but they also live in Auvent a lot, so is it occasional?

"What, Mr. Elliot!? Master Eliana is here now!?

"I know that. How about that... and..."

The man who came out with a craftsman who was greeting Ena on behalf of him - I pay attention to Elliott in a pretty tight tone, but I thought the person at the time had taken a glance at him about it, and looked at this one and the words stopped going on.

With everyone's gaze focused on what the hell was going on, I saw a strange stream of magic in Elliot's eyes when I wondered if he had opened it to amazement.

It's a stream I've never seen before, some of it seems like a surgical ceremony, but it was never a surgical ceremony.

Similar but never compatible, I could clearly tell the moment such a firm certainty saw the flow...... Elliot blurted and whined a small word.

"What a color..."

"Eh, Mr. Elliot......? Did you see anything again?

"What did you see?

"Dear Annella, Lord Elliot has the Devil's Eye."

"Oh, yeah."

Ena immediately returns the answer when her grandmother asks Elliot's little whine in wonder.

I see. Is it because that strange flow is the devil's eye?

This is the first time I've seen a demon eye because I can't see my own.

But there are many things even when it comes to demonic eyes. What the hell is Elliot's demon eye?

"Mr. Elliot's demonic eyes can see people's colors.

That's how you know magic you're good at. But even if I don't have the magic skills, I can see it... "

"So what color did you see?

Once again, Elliot, still stunned, gathers the gaze of everyone on the spot, but he does not answer. No, I guess I can't answer it because it feels like sudden self-loss or something.

"What beauty. Pure white enough that it could fill everything up. But transparency as if it would watermark everything and envelop everything.

I've never seen such beauty... "

It doesn't look like I've answered the gathered gaze, but the answer to the old lady's question is whispering again, and it's spinning even as it plunders to shake.

But I didn't stop whining there, and now I think it's good to start whispering and bumping like I can't hear you, and I'm busy on the spot, and I start walking around.

Four of the magicians who saw that Elliot have a stunned look. What the hell is it?

Someone would like an explanation.

"Masqueriol, what happened to Lord Elliot?

"Oh, dear Eliana, often! Please wait!

The artisan of the delegate, known as Masqueriol, who went from stunned to desperate shape, blocked Ena with an exaggerated hand gesture, and himself stares at Elliot, who snarls and walks around with a complex look mixed with anticipation and anxiety.

"Pure white! White to envelop! Shine! Right, if you use silver thin......!

Masqueriol! Let's go!

"Yes!"

Elliot, who is still gathering everyone's gaze, suddenly stops and suddenly screams when she wonders if she has opened her eyes cuttingly.

The momentum of the scream I gave him kept going to what seemed like an open door with a momentum that was about to kick in.

Masqueriol, who is supposed to be a guide, is with me.

[It's true that a lot of craftsmen are unusual.]

"It's been a while since I've seen Ena say Pokan."

"Annella and everyone but us are right."

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Coming like a storm and making it look like a storm and taking away the guide's representative, Elliot seems to be one of the most skilled magicians in the Christopher family.

The arm of witchcraft is also a level 2 equivalent to Claire's, he hates being held by the country and loves witchcraft more than a three-time meal, he relied on the Christopher family for luxurious funding and free witchcraft.

Even though he was not as wealthy as the Christophers himself, he was not a good person when it came to anything other than making magic props.

But since he was the only one who understood himself well, he decided to serve the Christophers, who were free to make magic tools only (...).

Basically, the magicians pay a lot of money, but in order to do that, they have to sell the magic artifacts they make.

The sales route can be consigned through the Mutual Aid Organization of the Magicians, etc., but even that didn't work. Elliot the human was a pain in the ass.

As a result, he had the talent to play and live for the rest of his life, but rarely moved to action because he was about to be deprived of a life of less than a normal magician.

The contract with the Christophers basically just creates the magic props you ask for.

Everything else is free, and the servant will take care of you around you.

Exactly what could be called heaven for Elliot was there.

"- That's Lord Elliot……."

"Well, craftsmen are a lot of difficulties. I still have three guides left, and I'm sure you don't mind."

"Low's right. It's just a tour, and it's not a problem."

"That's right, I'd like to see some magic prop making soon, Ena!

"Lily seems to be quick ~"

"Mitah-yi"

"Right……. Let's leave Lord Elliot alone.

So, Agat, can you show me? "

"Ha, yes! So, I, Agat, will be your guide on behalf of Masqueriol!

Next to Masqueriol, who pulled in with Elliot, I guess the great guy in this workshop is Agat.

He was a pathetic guy who all of a sudden the big players came around and got beefy, but he finally started a tour of the magic equipment workshop.