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

103 102. Artificial Demon Sword Production 3Rd - Frozen Demon Sword

Wolff was just staring at Dahlia, who would lose sight of anything else during the production.

The pattern of the dagger you disassemble, magically deforms its interior, and creates pockets. When the silver reflective material was laid into it, a magic pipe was planted so that the demonic stone of ice could be put in.

Then straighten the magic line for the Ice Demon Stone from the pattern (on) towards the blade (if done). How mysterious it is for the blue and white light to trajectory over the dagger.

The activation switch of the Ice Demon Stone was incorporated to enter when the root of the pattern was pressed.

It's actually more convenient to move it with magic, but Wolfe has no external magic, so it became this way.

"Please assemble"

"Oh, I got it."

Put the ice demon stone in the received dagger and assemble it. Just in case, I checked twice to see if the blade (if done) and the pattern (if done) could not come off.

When the switch was pressed, the blade (if done) part of the dagger became instantly cold and white.

After a while, a few centimeters of thin ice grew around the cold blade (if done).

The blade (if done) body is silver, white ice around it, and as it stretches, it changes transparently, and its color changes are beautiful.

You can no longer put it in the sheath, but you can call it an ice dagger.

Compared to the previous two times, it is quite easy, in a short time.

Darya said, "Easy Trial," "Ice Sword," etc., but this is still fun enough.

but when I was seen, I even got cold to the hand I had.

If you look closely, something thin and frosty is floating in the pattern.

"I turned on the reflective material, but it cools down to the handshake or something... the properties of the reflective material, or the position of the reflective material and the ice demon stone or the question of the angle...?

Dahlia is wrinkling between her brows as she bumps and twinkles. Apparently, it was unexpected that the pattern would get cold.

"The sword itself is cold, so it's the Frozen Demon Sword."

"You can't say it cool. What do people do when they have it frozen? Wolf, please put it back. Because it's hard when you get frostbite."

"No, that's about it, it's cold and it feels good"

Pretty cold, but I still don't want to return the ice dagger to Darya, who could break it down right away.

"It's going to be hot, so if you take it on an expedition, it's going to be cool"

"No, be honest and cool there with the Ice Demon Stone."

"But this one has more romance."

"Is that romance necessary for an expedition? It's just gonna be a waste of baggage."

Clearly said, a little snaggy.

But I want you to think about it.

If you're free on an expedition trip, why don't you watch this dagger? Even when it's night shift.

Beautiful to see on top of cooling, besides, the maker is Dahlia. Isn't it perfect?

"In the meantime, switch it off. If it gets frostbite, it won't spill."

"Darya, this, once I press it, can I try to swing it out? Because I want to see if I can take the ice around the blade."

"Fine, but be careful not to get frostbite. I don't know where the ice will fly either..."

"Okay. I'll be out in a minute."

Step outside the tower and set up a dagger with your right hand.

The switch pushed hard to the limit and swung through thoughts toward the garden where no one was.

……

"Wolf!"

Which came first, unexpectedly, or Darya shouting her name.

The ice on the dagger thickened at once, and the handlers began to wrap the ice round.

"Sorry! I made a mistake..."

"No, I'm wrong. Because I pushed the switch too far and pulled it towards the pattern once before swinging it out."

My right hand and pattern were wrapped in white ice.

Pretty cold, but makes me laugh about the surreal sight.

"Hey, wait a minute! Ah, bath! Serve hot water, let it melt right away!

"It's okay, I'll break the ice here"

"What would you do if you broke it with me to the hand?!

"No, because I'm going to strengthen my body"

"But if it slips and cuts..."

"I'll potion then, or if it's terrible, I'll go to the temple, so I'll be fine... Dahlia?

With unprecedented strong force, Darya grabbed my left arm disappointingly.

Green eyes are loud, lips tightly tied, staring at themselves as they plead.

I can't get away with this.

"Wolf, let's take a bath!

"... Yes"

He was escorted straight to the bathroom on the third floor and was seated in the bathroom chair.

Dahlia adjusts the water heater and suddenly puts out a lot of hot water. I splattered all over the place, but I can't say anything to her that's too serious.

While Darya held her own hand and was desperately watering it, she was made to grown up but remained.

Fortunately, soon the ice melted and there were no scratches or frostbites.

Even the dagger seems to have stopped moving because it was switched off.

"Finally melted, are you sure you're okay? Doesn't it hurt?

"Oh, I'm fine. It works like this, and it's no problem."

"Good. I don't know what I'd do if I was hurt... Oh, sorry, Wolfe's shirt sneezed..."

I'm worried so far, even though it's not a big deal. That just tickles me a little bit.

"I'm really fine."

The warmth of Dahliya's hand, which has been released, is somewhat unfortunate in her still cold hands.

I sprinkled that feeling and raised my gaze, and now I'm frozen.

"Darya, the... you better get dressed early. It's bad if you catch a cold..."

Her white short-sleeved shirt and hemp long skirt are soaked in splashy hot water.

Clothes strained to the skin highlighted the lines of the body. On top of that, some transparency is increasing and I have trouble getting a place for my eyes.

"Oh, you wore it cool. I'll get dressed right away. Wolfe is cold, and don't catch a cold, just take a shower and warm up. I'll bring your work clothes from the bottom, so put them on that way on the top, let's dry that shirt with a hairdryer"

"I'm sorry for all the trouble I've put into you..."

"No, I'm sorry about this one. direction of the Ice Demon Stone, we should have thought more"

Darya's face, with her head down, was terribly dark.

Dropping her out of the bathroom, Wolfe began to unbutton her wet shirt. Fingertips are still cold and bring just a little.

When I finally took my clothes off, I opened the shower completely.

"... pitiful"

With words, take a deep sigh.

Darya was not concerned about the wetness of her clothes. And yet I feel sorry for myself for being so upset.

You're not a teenager, you'd be too rude to her for worrying about you.

It's just a little crazy these days.

When you get back to the barracks, do you want to run in or have a meeting with someone on the practice field?

Or should I have a deep drink around Dorino and even go to the flower district - I thought that far and thought of my neck next to mine.

It's not about thinking here right now. At least, it's not something you can think about near Darya.

Switch the water heater completely to water and wear it from the head.

Wolf kept bathing in the water until his body cooled.

"... pitiful."

Darya, hurrying to get dressed in the room and down to the workplace, was sighing.

Because of my shallow concerns, I almost injured Wolfe.

I thought it was an easy task, because it was fun, and this is the result of my momentum.

While he was a magic conductor, he forgot the dangers of magic conductors. I just think it was totally floating.

Earlier, while dissolving Wolfe's hand ice in hot water, I crept into its coolness.

I was talking about the expedition today, 'The Last Supper' must have been on my mind.

If the day came when Wolfe would get cold - the moment I thought so, I almost cried.

He told me he was fine, and I could finally get myself back. I just told him what I had in mind early and fled the bathroom with an apology.

The Demon Crusade is a job Wolfe chose for herself.

It is rude to doubt his strength, worry on his own, and be upset.

I'm not a Wolfe's family or a lover, and I'm more of a supporter than worried.

As a friend, you can make a magic guide or demon sword for it.

Still, when I think of that cold, my chest aches pathetically.

I never want Wolf to know who I am as a little man.

Darya tries to switch her mind and remembers him just now soaking his black hair and shirt.

"Sure, there was a saying 'a good man who dripped water too'..."

It was five seconds later that I blushed at the crush that reminded me of my previous life.