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

139 138. Night Club Reception And First Tea

Wolfe was looking out the window of the carriage, at the stars visible in the clouds.

Today, she is the receptionist for Althea's nightclub, the former Duchess.

As usual, I changed after the workout and moved in the carriage that picked me up.

And then I'm resting appropriately in the carriage or eating snacks prepared in the car, but I'm not comfortable today.

I don't feel comfortable sleeping and my forefingers don't even move on snacks that should have been made of good ingredients.

The waiting time in the carriage felt terribly long.

When attending the night club, Althea enters later than people and leaves a little earlier.

Escorts when entering are given by a knight with a title who also serves as an escort, or by himself. Return with the knight or you will be picked up by yourself.

From time to time, he seemed to be a different person, but he never checked anywhere.

A little while ago, Dahlia asked me to go to Althea. Thanks to the liquor I got before.

As a token of gratitude, she was seriously worried that it would be rude in the shoe dryer to use a small magic instruction stove or not to be rude.

I brought a small magic instruction stove because I was involved, but will Althea ever use it again? While I thought so, I brought that carefully wrapped by Darya.

I was very worried about Dahlia yesterday because of something like that at the Royal Castle.

but what Dalya was worried about when she broke up was the cheap or not of the maid who defiled her clothes. You decided to talk to Grate and her brother and ask them to confirm and respond.

Dorino and Randolph knew about the maid and only they knew about it.

I happen to care about myself or something, but I'm strangely obsessed with it within.

"Master Althea will be back soon."

I finally confirmed to the voice of my squire that I was in good shape and went outside the carriage.

Bright vermilion roof on glossy white exterior wall. In front of such a luxurious building, walk down a path lined with magic lights.

And he smiled at the woman coming out the front door, reaching out one hand.

"I'm picking you up, Master Althea"

"Thank you, Volfredo"

I don't know how many times already.

After a ball or dinner party, it's just a task to welcome Althea this way and move to the mansion.

Neither Althea nor Wolfe will pick up any of the gaze that can be directed at us.

Is it jealousy, desire, admiration? I'm not interested in any of that.

To whisper, ignore too obvious a voice, escort Althea back to the carriage.

As soon as the carriage door closed, I sighed.

"My heart isn't here. Take care of it in front of the woman. It will also be the role of the man who escorts."

"I'm sorry. I was thinking."

Althea told me with a pranky smile, but I made a serious apology.

"Hey, Volfredo, do you have every problem?

"Yeah, well..."

"Something I can't tell you?

"No, it's not confidential. I'd like to introduce the merchandise of the Chamber of Commerce involved in the team, but it's just a little bad."

"You can keep your mouth shut if you want."

"Thank you. Let me just accept your feelings."

Without an instant cruise, Wolfe says no.

I'm sure Dahlia doesn't want Althea to talk.

"You look like that, so I thought we'd say goodbye."

"Goodbye, is it?

"Yeah, me and your breakup. If you'd picked me up like this, wouldn't you be jealous of your loved ones? If Wolframe's in trouble, you can stop at any time."

"No, because it's not that kind of relationship with her"

I thought as I answered, but I can't even imagine the shards (pieces) of Darya being jealous of herself. I'm a friend, so I guess it's natural.

"Wolframe is fine, even if that friend is dancing with other men?

Imagine Dahlia becoming a baroness and dancing at a ball.

The dress looks good on you, but you don't seem very good at dancing.

I would worry a little in terms of safety, but it's not something I can stop dancing. At best, you'll just watch.

"As a friend, you'll be a little worried, but I won't stop you. I don't have that right."

Wolfe doesn't realize that "I" has turned into "I" at some point.

Althea was just grinning with her eyes narrowed.

Upon returning to the mansion, Wolfe drank only one glass of white wine and immediately retreated to the loaned room.

Before Althea, a maid opened a small-flower-patterned wrapping paper and removed a small demon guide stove. The bi-fold cards we had in there together were marked with courteous letters of courtesy of liquor.

On the table, put on the small magic guide stove that Wolfe's friend gave me.

I wonder how interested Althea was. He had changed direction and looked at it and checked the part of the demon stone that came in.

"Dear Artea, would you like to boil some tea water too?

To Althea's pleasant appearance, the squire himself asked in half a joke.

But as it was, she smiled and admitted that she would brew herself some tea. after refusing advice on how to brew.

The maid lying next to me just looks at this one as she grates.

"Nevertheless... that kid will definitely only receive as much as he can give back. Seems very reluctant to make a 'owe' to me"

Disgruntled, Althea confirms the hot water in a small pot on top of a small demon guide stove.

Spooning three luxury tea leaves that lay beside him, he threw momentum into the boiling water.

My neighbor's maid is holding her mouth down unexpectedly and screaming voiceless.

"It must be because I'm a man. I don't want to owe it to women."

"Is that what it is? Wouldn't you like it to be a little sweet?

"As for his personality, I thought it might be a little difficult..."

"Oh, you don't like the idea of a man as a 'woman's care'?

Saying, a white finger stopped the stove fire.

Then, lift the small pan with a dangerous trick and transfer the contents into a white teacup through the shaver.

There were many problems with how to brew tea, a color that would definitely be too tannic, but the squire watched silently.

The maid's face is pale, but there are no words to follow.

"I've never brewed tea from boiling water before in my life."

It's hard not to laugh at Althea, who says very satisfactorily.

Barely imagined the flavor of tea I was going to have to drink, and I stepped on it.

"Hey, I want to know a little bit more about what Wolf was saying today."

"You don't talk, didn't you promise?

"Oh, you said," You don't talk, "but you didn't say," You don't do anything, "did you?

"... Dear Artea"

"As much as the puppy gets wet in the rain, okay?

The squire exhales deeply at the beautiful smile that is likely to blind him. This is what happened to Althea, it can't be stopped.

"Well, what about the taste of this tea?

While posing as a whimsical nobleman, I am unexpectedly deeply in love with those who move for home and country and decide to be within me.

The first tea that Althea brewed from her hand.

Should I be thankful that I served for nearly twenty years and had the honor of drinking it first?

Or should I be proud to have become a challenger?

After this, the three of them stood by and were distressed by the taste of their first tea.