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

160 159. Red Scales And Sweet Women

When Jonas finished drinking the eastern liquor at hand, the red-haired woman gently gave her new bottle in front of her. Thank you for that and throw the story socially and dignified.

"Does Lord Rossetti often see demons?

"Yes, I would see it as a material. Living demons are rare to see... Oh, I saw them the other day at Slime Farm."

"We heard it was outside Wang Capital, how was the slime farm?

"There were so many different types of slime, it was very interesting"

The woman's voice about the slime sounds heartfelt fun. Clear green eyes, no sense of anxiety or repentance.

Even in front of me, there's a living 'half demon', but he doesn't feel afraid.

"Lord Rossetti seems very interested in demons...... May I?

"... oh, I don't mind"

"For one of your stories, would you like to see a demonic arm?

When I got permission from Gouid, I made a few confirmations and then asked Darya.

"Are you sure? Um, what about keeping it a secret?

"Nothing in particular. We all know those who are close. Wolfe has already seen it."

Remove your jacket and wrap around the shirt on your right arm to remove the red copper bracelet.

Taking a recognition inhibitory bracelet revealed a surprisingly grown red scale on his right arm.

Across from the desk, Dahlia stares at her arms. I turned my upper arm a little, but I just rounded my eyes. There is no lagging behind or screaming from the spot.

To that calm, what a clap.

Wolfe on the side seems more calm.

"… shades and shapes are similar to Fire Dragon"

I was a little surprised by the woman's exact allegations.

"Lord Rossetti, have you seen the Fire Dragon?

"No, just the drawings. But if it's scales, there's something machined behind this bracelet..."

When Darya removes the gold bracelet on her left wrist, she points to the red stone stuck in the back.

The flowing magic resonated with my right arm. Jonas looked at it with interest.

"You seem to be a bigger individual there. This one was just a kid."

"Did they defeat the Fire Dragon?

"You're weak, but you just happen to hit it. It was Lady Gouid who made it impossible to move. I just dropped my neck."

"Still, you're both amazing!

The woman who blinked her eyes is so restless.

Next to it, I feel a little anxiety even though Wolf is making my eyes shine even more.

"Brother, this is my first time asking, do you two have dragon killer titles?

"No, because you just ran into a dying dragon. I needed royalty until just before, so as a minister, I wouldn't be able to embezzle the title, would I? I decided to keep quiet."

"Were you..."

"Well, I won't say anything else."

"It would help if you did that"

A woman who tells Wolfe that she looks worried.

Gouid, who sent it well, but it seemed clear that he was pleased with his brother's reverence.

"If Flame Dragon is nearest, what is it around?

"Sometimes small ones come to the southern islands, but I hear they avoid people."

To Wolfe, who is going hunting now, Gouid drops his voice just a little.

"Can the scales of the Flaming Dragon (Fire Dragon) be taken at auction?

"I leave once or twice a year, so if you're willing to take it, I can. However, they don't fight dragons, they collect what is falling into the nest, so the inner enclosure magic falls. Are you looking for it as material?

"Yes, I want to make the same bracelet that Darya is wearing right now, so I'm looking for it as an ingredient"

As far as I can tell, it's a pretty fancy bracelet.

Thirty-five with gold coins or a little more if you're all that disappointed and defensive.

Wolfe seems to have worked pretty hard, but will he make another one all together? Or does a woman seem more like a magic conductor, making alignments and returning them?

I just put some colored stones on the outside of my bracelet as well - and when I was thinking about that extra thing, Gooed called out to himself.

"What do we do, Jonas?

"It's the size of a child, how about this scale? Half of it is people's, so I don't know if it will be material. I can give you a little."

"No, that's fine. Because it hurts when I take it from my arm."

Much different from the noble women.

The woman, who already said it with a painful face, got a sense of prank.

"It's okay, because I'm dull in pain"

Jonas squashed about six scales with a bump.

The scales are unexpectedly growing from the back, so no matter how you do it, your skin rips and your blood heaps.

But as the word goes, I feel very little pain. It seems to be some other human resources.

The prank then shakes the magic in the body loudly, deliberately lengthening the red and black pupils in the right eye.

Then he offered Dahlia a red scale.

"Go ahead."

"Nah..."

To a woman who opened her eyes and solidified, I still think.

Whatever it is, demonized and scaly humans are horrible.

Many women scream, or even manage to scream, but run away from their sight for a reason.

And the next time you see yourself, you turn into a monster.

"Why are you suddenly gaining momentum! Doesn't that hurt......!

"No, I don't care what they say..."

Unexpectedly, a vegetarian voice echoed the unexpected woman's bullet.

"At least take one piece at a time at the end... I can't believe you put it together all at once..."

Why is this woman in tears, I don't know what that means.

On top of that, beside the woman, she looks at people's faces worryingly up to Wolfe.

I thought you were learning how to fight from yourself because you wanted to be able to protect this woman.

Though this is where vigilance should be maximized for this longitudinal pupil and magic shake.

Jonas deplored the lack of education for his students.

"Don't worry, there won't be any pain. Sorry it's dirty, use it if you like"

"Sorry for the disturbance...... thank you"

Darya has been deeply thankful.

I managed to get it, but its green gaze is still on the scaly arm.

The place where the scales were lost was empty, and the colors and the blood were creeping up.

"Um, the blood..."

"It stops right away"

"No, I still think it's an injury...... and it will get dirty if it hits my sleeve by the time it heals"

A woman who took a handkerchief out of a small bag walks around the table.

Then, as a matter of course, he took a scaly arm and began to wrap a handkerchief around the bleeding area.

Until then, Jonas didn't even think Darya could touch herself as much as dew.

He takes his arm by his warm fingers, just stunned.

The wrapped handkerchief was too white and only slightly smudged my eyes.

The pupil, which was deliberately opened vertically, then returns round.

"I'm sorry you couldn't... thank you so much"

Tied handkerchief, twitchy red. I look at it, I frown terribly worried, I look like I'm going to cry at it, and I rush to fix it.

What a busy woman.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Soon a new one will grow."

"Dr. Jonas, is it really nothing?

Even Wolfe asks, shading her golden eyes.

Damn, how can these two be too worried?

In the first place, I am a Gouad squire and an escort. It shouldn't be a standing position to make a scene with one scratch.

It then took an unexpected amount of time to disinfect and bandage and refuse the potion and doctor's recommendation from the two of them.

The neighbor, Gouid, pretended to be unfamiliar and ate the dried food, and his eyes were the only ones laughing.

At the end of the standing party, Dalya said she was on her way home and Wolfe would send her.

A red-haired woman and a dark-haired man walking from the garden to the main mansion. The two of them, laughing at each other and moving away, look pretty good.

Neighbor Gouid also smiled thinly, dropping off his hindsight.

"Well, let's have a rating match before the next visitor...... 'white' in my view. From Jonas' point of view, what do you say?

"'Bright White'. You can go through and say 'red'"

"Mind if I ask you what you judged?

"I came alone without turning on my squire, didn't realize I was in my room until I was halfway there, diagonally behind me but unconscious. Even after I was told that it was not good enough for you and that I might get in the way, I had no doubt about tea and sweets. Well, this is probably because of that bracelet."

"Sure, that was pretty good eating"

Gouid laughs dull.

I agree with that. In aristocracy, young women flattening two cakes in front of men, or grabbing dried foods, don't get to see much. It was a little fresh.

However, I shall stop telling Wolfe this.

"I wouldn't move if I deliberately switched plates early, I don't even see the knife I put out between them. I don't respond to the sound of pulling out my sword behind me. I thought you couldn't hear me, but I heard 'Goood's Dinner Should Be Reduced', so I just don't think I'm alert to those things."

I purposefully switched plates early and put out a knife in between to see the reflection. If you are an assassin or combat-trained person, no matter what happens, your body moves aggressively.

But that woman just looked me in the eye like she was going to see the trick.

"I gave it to you when I changed plates. I was going to stand up better."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're better off eating sweets and dried food while saying your waist isn't good these days."

Goood doesn't answer, he just laughs.

I mean I'm going to advise you to reduce dinner today, but I'm going to laugh and deceive you again.

I want to hope the day doesn't come to train in the mood.

"That was a lot to blackmail Mr. Wolfe. Whether you saw my arms or rocked the magic, there was no alert. Judging by it all, she's a safe woman for Master Wolfe and this house. No matter where you string it up, you can't use it that sweet."

I checked the history of a woman named Darya Rossetti, but it was dusty.

It was quite capable, but not conspicuously, and there is not one thing that seems troublesome, other than the breaking of an engagement.

But the sudden changes since the meeting with Wolfe, the sudden Demon Crusade Squad Chamber of Commerce, and his promotion to a consultant.

Like the change in a little over three months, I wanted to understand both Gouid and myself.

I checked for any connections to the house or if the person had been replaced, and the danger was there.

The final confirmation is today, when we actually met.

Jonas, somewhat trained, can guess the strength of the opponent in a large frame. You can also decide if you've fought by then or if you've been educated like that.

But that woman had a problem with strength before.

I'm nervous, but I'm not on guard. The motor nerves are also honestly dull.

Don't be danger-sensitive, but don't be afraid of half the demon's self.

Now, since Wolfe's intimidation was preventing him from moving, it doesn't seem like he doesn't have a sense of fear.

I don't know if it feels like a common woman, but to Jonas, I just think Dahlia herself is sweeter and more dangerous.

I feel a little sympathy for Wolfe, who keeps getting upset next door.

"I consider her a trustworthy person and want to support her as someone close to Wolfe. I'm sure I can report it to your father without a problem, but how about that?

"Agree. That's a common, normal lady who doesn't know how nobles behave... no, isn't it normal?"

"Quite a courageous, sweet lady."

"Right. I didn't expect you to wrap a handkerchief around the scales"

Jonas laughs bitterly at the white handkerchief still wrapped around his arm.

Even when the cold, hard scales hit her fingertips, that woman was not moving.

On his return, he wrapped his own blood scales in another water-colored handkerchief, like a treasure.

My scales, gently carried at my white fingertips, looked terribly strange.

"... I didn't think Jonas would touch his right arm."

"Suddenly what? Gouid."

The story suddenly shifted to forty-five degrees diagonally, so I stare at the side of my friend.

Soon, Gouid was shifting his gaze from the two of them who were no longer visible to the pond in the garden.

The wind creates a temporarily complex pattern on the surface of the water and also quietly returns to flatness.

"If it's what Jonas wants, I want to make it happen... but don't let it happen to her."

Cleared up to a serious voice.

Brother fools are terminal when they get this far too. What the hell are you worried about?

We've known each other a long time. If it's your woman's preference, you know Gweed pretty well too. Not at all like the woman I was earlier.

"Out of range. I thought she looked sweet to the blood, but I don't want to eat flowers."

I returned it with a little irony to a friend who still didn't look at this one.

And one more thing.

There's a reason Jonas wouldn't want to shrink the distance.

"It's a flower that students take care of. Watch it bloom from a distance."