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

184 183. Where The Figure Painting Goes

Wolfe was distressed.

In front of me is a more skin-toned picture that was in the green tower, two in a large bag of hemp.

It is the legacy of Carlo, the father of Darya.

I also wanted to take it to an old bookstore, but I was strangely hesitated by the term 'legacy to my son'.

or, if you bring it into the barracks, it definitely stands out. I also want to avoid being asked about origin and history.

As a result, it was brought straight back to the mansion.

I'll get lost. I'll get in the back of my closet and lock it up. On top of that, I forbade the maids from entering and leaving the room while they were away.

I finally returned to the Mansion today after hitting my workout day at the Royal Castle for a break from the bracelet relationship.

And it is now that we are plagued with a stash named the storage area, with hemp bags on the table.

Should I buy a big box with a key, or should I give it up and keep it in my closet in the future - I was circling my thoughts and I heard a knock.

I asked if the maids had come to clean it, and two unexpected people stood.

"Brother, Dr. Jonas, what's wrong?

"Sorry for the rush. Something's a little distracting. Can I come in?

"Yes, go ahead..."

I had a little trouble, but something may have happened about Marcella. That's what I think, and I invite you both into the room.

The hemp bag on the table was moved to the floor between the walls in a hurry.

"... Wolfe, is there anything bothering or troubling you?

"Huh?"

I'm sure they haven't seen the agony we had earlier. Is it so on your face right now?

Being in a hurry and unanswered, Jonas has supplemented.

"I was worried that someone from this mansion was worried that 'Master Wolf seems to be having some trouble'. I know the people below are very polite, but I wanted to talk to you and let you know that Mr. Gouid is here."

He wanted to talk to Jonas because of the servant connection.

I didn't even think the people at the mansion cared.

When I was having trouble making what an excuse, my brother had turned his deep blue eyes straight.

"Wolf, if it's all right with you, would you please talk to me? I will always be able to help you as a brother in any matter."

Behind that, Jonas also stares at himself with rusty eyes.

Clear worrying colors in both eyes. Unaccustomed to it, Wolfe gave up hiding.

To confess, he spoke of the history of the figure painting, which would be the legacy of Dahlia's father, only in the part where he could speak.

"That's what happened... when I saw the two big bags there, I was worried I'd bring people in two."

"The joke is too tight, brother"

When I protested to my brother, he smiled.

"Is that the legacy of Lord Rossetti's father, the legacy to his son?"

"Yes."

The hemp bag I put again on my desk is still big and heavy.

I also nod the joke of turning people into two, depending on what I see.

"With this, you can't be behind a bookshelf or under a sleeping table... there's a bookshelf with doors for important books and classified documents. Only those who have registered can open it. There's always a magic guide shop, so let's make them buy it. You can put a bookshelf in this room and put it all in by the end of the day."

"Shall we go from the second stage to the type of door with a glass door only on the upper level, the same as Master Gouid's study? Because it would be natural to include a higher book, such as a dictionary or a drawing, in the glass."

"... please"

"Okay, I'll let you go buy it right away"

Jonas leaves the room to order a bookshelf.

Wolff sincerely thanked his brother and teacher for solving his problems lightly.

"So let's wrap it up... oh, something seems to be?

When Gouad opened the bag, white paper was sticking out from between the figure paintings.

The punch-written letters and formula are spelled out. Probably something to do with the Magic Gear.

"I missed it. I thought it might be a note about Darya's father and your magic equipment."

In a hurry to explain the matter of the note, Gouid nodded.

Remove all figure paintings from the hemp bag as they are and pile them up with mountains on the table.

"Let's make sure. There may still be."

"Um, brother... aren't you offended?

"No, I think it's an art painting."

Gouid, who turned to me, was a true face.

I guess my brother is desperately following me so that I don't have any trouble. I'm so sorry.

Then brotherly side-by-side on the table, silent confirmation ensued.

After a while of confirmation, he remembers Fuji Carlo and speaks of what he was feeling.

"Brother, there's one thing I'd like you to do..."

"What is it, Wolf? Don't hesitate to say it."

"If anything happens to me, I was wondering if I could leave this bookshelf with you... Of course, I don't plan on doing that, because like Darya's father, I think everyone has a sudden possibility"

When you have a sudden death like Carlo, I want to avoid being informed of the contents of the bookshelf.

I can still tolerate the mansion, but I don't want Dahlia to know how to keep it.

"Okay. Sign up for my arrival bookshelf, too. You can usually register two places, so one of you can give me red blood and one of you can sign me up. In case anything happens to you, I'll take it or dispose of it responsibly... by the way, Wolfe, I need a favor from you, too."

"What is it, brother?

A little lower, lower voice made me feel better.

"... there's a bookshelf with a door in my study, too, and Jonas has me registered. But me and Jonas, accidents don't mean zero at the same time. Next time, why don't I ask you to come to the mansion and register, and I'll send you a bookshelf in my will?

"Accepted."

I instantly understood the contents of the bookshelf and nodded without confirmation.

I'm heartily surprised that my brother had it in his possession, but I didn't have to manage to put it on my face.

"I was convinced to listen to Lord Rossetti's father. If my daughter sees me, even if I'm dead, I'm dead."

Gouid says it with such a sad face that he can't say anything but laugh.

"I can keep it if it suits your taste, but never know it's mine, replace the bookshelves, etc."

"Okay."

With all my surprises, I decided to share a secret with Gouid, but I don't feel guilty.

Somehow, I also think my brother is closer.

Then I went back to the confirmation work. After as many notes as I just made, I haven't found one yet.

A bunch or so of confirmed gouads snapped blurry.

"... Lord Rossetti's father sounds like a hipster."

Wolff desperately takes up his expression, seeing as he's about to fumble out.

But sometimes the story so far and the fact that I was alone with two brothers in the room, I asked pretending to be casual.

"I beg your pardon, but what about my brother?

"Wolf, say it before you ask."

"... I'm a hipster"

"... too bad"

It seems like there is a genuine disappointment in the deep sigh, and I listen back.

"Brother, are you a chest man?

"What do you mean, no way? Not a few hipsters, not 20% of them around."

"No, not so few around me… I'm a chest-hipster, about three to two"

"Your surroundings are a lot skewed."

"No, I thought my brother's surroundings might be skewed..."

In the chatter when drunk in the Demonic Crusade Unit, the percentage of chest-hipsters is about that.

Speaking of my brother's surroundings, it would be the Enchanter Squad. I purely doubt you're more biased there.

No, should the content be purely questionable about the content?

"In the first place, a hipster is a federation of butt and foot. I think it's even smaller if we split up."

"No, then aren't chest parties partially specialized? Besides, I don't think there are as many of them around my brother."

"I ordered it and came...... anything?

When the conversation started to get lost, Jonas came back.

It would be because of the difficult face that I and my brother had together. Explain to him in a hurry.

"No, with my brother, I was looking for a note about Dahlia's father's magic guide..."

"Let me help you."

After the explanation, I was in a chaotic situation where I lined up at my desk with myself, my brother and Jonas, and somehow the three of us would turn each figure painting.

If this were a young man from Drino, Randolph, or the Demon Crusade Unit, it would have been a place of laughter and chatter flying, loose air.

but it is my esteemed brother and teacher who are beside me.

I don't know what to look like anymore or what to say.

"... to Dr. Jonas, I'm sorry to bother you"

"No, it's a thousand times better than being able to show you the paperwork in bundles."

A bright voice returned from Jonas to himself who managed to put out the words.

Apparently Jonas' job also involves checking Gouad's clerical paperwork.

On the side my brother looked a little reluctant but silent.

After an exploration that lasted a while, the corners of the confirmed figure painting can be placed at the table. Mixed with a rhythm called Tonton, said Gouid.

"Lord Rossetti's father is still a hipster. There are many pictures of its orientation. It's more like a foot gang."

"Right."

It's hard to gavel at my brother, who hit me perfectly about Carlo's taste.

"Unfortunately, you're out of your taste for Mr. Gouid."

I finally got nervous about Jonas.

Along with that, I'm also a little concerned about the taste of the teacher.

"Um, Dr. Jonas, which is it?

"I am neither. We don't judge women by their breasts or hips."

Jonas was a gentleman.

Wolfe was ashamed of what he was talking about earlier with his brother.

"What do you prefer, Dr. Jonas?

"Until then, it would be better to have something stacked firmly within"

"What's stacking, is it..."

To the words of Jonas, I remember Dahlia.

Waterproof cloth with fairy crystal glasses, Heavenly Wolf (Scoll) bracelets, and, sucker bracelets.

Doubts arose that Darya, who builds on hard work and skill, might also be within Jonas' taste.

"Those people are often graceful and gentle, so it's fun to talk to them"

Still, I turn a respectful eye only to Jonas, who talks about the inside.

But his brother, who was lying beside him, shook his head quietly beside him as he laid his hand on his shoulder.

"Wolf, Jonas is just an 'older preference'. At least ten years older than myself, I don't know the cap."