Magical Tool Master Dahlia Never Compromises ~ Starting Today: Life as a Freelancer ~

For example, when dealing with monsters that can use fire magic, fire magic is unlikely to be effective. Earth magic is okay, but water magic is more effective.

Moreover, the magic power of the Bicorn is very strong, and the one they encountered is a mutant, so the battle is even more difficult.

"Ah, you're almost done with your drink."

Wolfe reached out and poured the wine into Dahlia's cup.

The moment he poured the wine and put the bottle back in place, Dalia saw a slanted red line on his palm.

"Wolf, is your palm injured?"

"This level of injury doesn't even count."

Seeing his frank smile, Dahlia knew that he really thought so.

But if Dalia suffered the same injury, he would definitely be worried.

"I realized something yesterday. I always hope I can easily defeat any monster, but my strength is still not enough... I'm a member of the Monster Suppression Corps to protect our country, so I need to be stronger both physically and mentally."

A shadow rarely appeared in those golden eyes. He clenched his injured hand as if to hide the wound.

His fists, clenched until they turned white, revealed his anxiety and determination.

Dalia didn't know whether it was his mother's death, the reflection on the expedition, or the battle with the powerful monster that stimulated him.

All we know is that he is determined to become a stronger knight.

“…Wolfer.”

Dahlia called his name in a voice too loud for him to hear.

There's no need to become stronger. I just hope you don't put yourself in danger, try to stay in a safe place during the expedition, and come back unscathed - Dalia wanted to say this, but saying it would definitely bother him.

So, she put on a cheerful voice, forced a smile, and called out to him again.

"Wolf, please try to come back unharmed. I'll prepare a delicious meal for you here at the Green Tower."

"Okay, I'll come back with all my strength."

Seeing him joking seriously, Dalia finally smiled sincerely this time and poured him a glass of wine.

People in this world use magic stones and monster materials to coexist with the dangers brought by monsters, and have become accustomed to the damage they cause.

People's lives are not only affected by natural disasters, but are also seriously controlled by monsters.

Everyone says that the Kingdom of Odinie is safer than other countries because of its monster-slaying troops and many magicians and adventurers.

However, for Dalia, this is far different from the "safety" in her previous life in both meaning and degree.

A powerful monster is no different from a major disaster.

The forest snake roams the main forest roads and can even destroy armed caravans.

Desert worms live in deserts and attack travelers and oases, covering everything with sand.

Sea serpents appeared at sea, sinking many ships.

In other countries, there are wind dragons that can destroy wheat fields on a large scale, and fire dragons that can burn people and villages to ashes.

In the past, large numbers of goblins appeared in the mountains and plains in the east of our country, attacking and destroying many villages.

We also learned in history class that more than 20 years ago, a hydra appeared at the border, resulting in the deaths of many knights, including the monster-suppression team.

Apart from the monsters that appear in fixed areas every year, people can hardly predict the whereabouts of monsters and the damage they cause.

Furthermore, monsters mutate. They desperately try to survive, becoming stronger and smarter. This makes the struggle between humans and monsters even more intense.

It is really difficult to defeat monsters every time.

Dalia was unable to defeat the monster.

Even though she can make magic tools using materials from monsters like slime, she is too weak to fight.

So she chose to be a good magic tool master and do her best.

Wolfe said that if she wanted to become a powerful knight, then she also had to become a powerful magic tool master.

She needs to make a furnace for the expedition and create other magical tools that will help in the expedition.

In this magical world, she wants to create magical tools that can make life more pleasant and convenient for people who coexist with monsters.

As long as Wolf, the Monster Suppression Force, the citizens of Odine, and everyone in this world can live a better life than they do now—

She could live on with her head held high as the magical tool maker Dalia Rosette.

"Let's all do our best."

"Okay, keep going."

The flickering light of the magic lamp was reflected on the two colliding swallowing cups.

Volume 3 ◆ Extra Chapter: A Father and Daughter's Record of Magical Tool Development ~ Fairy Crystal Lamp ~

March is close to spring, but it is still very cold in the mornings and evenings.

This green tower is made of stone. My warm feet, slipping out of bed late at night, turned cold the moment I stepped onto the stone steps.

Although Dalia had a past life, she was still in elementary school and was still a little afraid of dark stairs. Even so, she kept her footsteps low and headed towards the workshop on the first floor.

Today, she saw a small fairy crystal emitting colorful light on the table in her workshop.

"I have to make a fairy crystal lamp tonight, so I have to work overtime."

Her father sounded glum as he spoke that evening, and Dahlia worried he might be feeling unwell.

She said she wanted to see her father make a fairy crystal lamp, but he refused, saying he might have to stay up all night. Undeterred, she asked again, and her father smiled and said, "I'll show you next time."

That unnaturally calm smile made her at a loss for words.

The Fairy Crystal Lamp is a magical tool made of fairy crystal powder that can project phantoms in the light.

Dahlia doesn't know the details yet.

It is generally believed that fairies use magic to hide themselves, and fairy crystals are formed by the solidification of their magic, which has the effect of hindering cognition.

The Magic Tool Master's book mentioned that fairy crystals were rare and expensive, and required delicate magical control during processing.

Fairy crystals are like crystals with rainbows hidden inside. Dalia is very attracted by this material and hopes to be able to use it one day.

She stood on the stairs and peeked into the workshop and found her father asleep on the desk.

The thing in front of him that was emitting a faint rainbow light should be the fairy crystal lamp.

It was a small golden lantern with a handle carved with metal patterns of butterflies and vines. It was different from the magic lanterns she usually saw, and it was quite high-end.

Dahlia approached quietly, stood beside her father, looked at the lantern, and saw the phantom reflected in the sky.

In a circle about fifty centimeters in size, there is a vast expanse of blue sky and a sea of ​​flowers.

Birds flew in the blue sky, white clouds drifted gently, and below, a sea of ​​dahlias in bloom, vast in clusters of various colors, fluttered among them with white butterflies. A gentle breeze occasionally blew, swaying the delicate flowers and green leaves.

I don’t know if this is a real scene somewhere or just something my father imagined. The translucent image is so beautiful that it’s hard to take your eyes off it.

Unexpectedly, the phantom did not appear on the lantern but was projected into the air by light.

My father is indeed an outstanding magic tool master.

Dalia stared at the blue sky and the sea of ​​flowers in a daze for a long time.

"齁...齁..."

She didn't know how long it was before her father's thunderous snoring brought her back to her senses and destroyed her feelings.

She looked at the table top of her work desk, immediately understood what was going on, and sighed.

"Oh my god, I drank too much..."

There were three bottles of red wine on the table, all empty.

It seems that he drank directly from the bottle without holding a glass. It was really rude.

And he fell asleep in just his work clothes, which was really worrying. It's still cold, what if he catches a cold? He had a minor cold last month after falling asleep drunk.

Dalia walked to the wall of the workshop and staggered back with a nap blanket, intending to cover her father's back.

But she wasn't tall enough to cover it.

I had no choice but to throw the blanket onto my father's back.

“Hey! …Ah!”

The blanket whipped up a gust of wind, blowing several sheets of white paper to the ground. She quickly picked them up. The specifications and blueprints for the magic tools were important and must not be soiled.

"This is……"

She picked up a white envelope and a piece of letter paper folded into quarters.

The white envelope was surrounded by black embroidery, probably an obituary for a nobleman.

Was her father drinking so much because a fellow baron, a magic tool maker or a noble friend, had passed away? She wondered as she looked at her father and saw that his face was still stained with tears.

Was the deceased someone she knew? Was it someone who had been to the Green Tower? Dahlia opened the letter, feeling a little worried.

"...I would like to inform you that Theresa has passed away..."

Theresa Lamberti.

That was her mother, whom she knew nothing but her name.

Later it said that her mother had died of illness, the funeral had been held, and she was told where she was buried in the noble cemetery. That was all.

The sender was the current Count Lamberti, who was a remarried man who had married into his mother's family.

“…You must be joking.”

Dahlia felt a surge of rage.

What should be done with these notifications now?

Her parents had separated long ago and had lost contact.

However, the other party specifically informed him of his mother's death and even provided the location of her grave, which was simply a provocation.

It's like saying, "You're still attached to her, right?"

Moreover, he did not contact his mother when she was seriously ill or just passed away, but only after the funeral and when his mother was burned to ashes. This is really too much.

“I’m so pissed…!”

Dahlia almost tore up the letter, but she managed to hold herself back.

Even her father didn't tear it up, so she had no right to do so.

"……dad."

She glanced at her father's cheek again and bit her lower lip.

The father cried secretly alone.

Maybe he still loves his mother.

Maybe that's why he didn't remarry, but he just didn't tell Dalia.

Even after separation, even after his wife remarried, even after so much time, my father still loved my mother.

Now, let alone reconciliation, even meeting each other is impossible, but her father still loves her so much that he cries for her.

Even though Dalia had a past life, tears welled up in her eyes due to her age in this life.

I don’t know if it was because he sympathized with his father or because he felt unwilling to be looked down upon.

She held back her tears, folded the letter, suppressed the urge to throw it into the trash can, put the letter into an envelope, and quietly slipped it under her father's arm.

Her father, Carlo, never cried in front of her.

Although I have cried with joy, laughed until tears came out, and even pretended to cry for fun, I have never shed tears of sadness.

Not long ago, a senior magic tool master passed away. Although he was deeply saddened, he did not shed tears in front of Dahlia in the Green Tower.

But even adults have sad things. My father must have felt like crying sometimes, just like today.

She suddenly remembered that her father in her previous life seemed to be the same.

Even if he is busy with work and comes home late at night, he will still go out with his family on his next day off.

Her father changed jobs when she was in junior high, but he behaved just as he had before. If you think about it, changing jobs during a recession must have been tough.

Even so, he never complained or grumbled to his daughter, nor did he let her feel his hard work, and silently took on everything.