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

The mother in her previous life was the same. She never complained to her daughter or mentioned her worries about the future.

In her previous life, she lived under the protection of her parents, but her life ended before she had the chance to be filial to them.

In this life, she wants to grow up well and be filial to her father.

At least I should be able to stand on my own, make my father feel at ease, and confide in him about unpleasant things.

They depend on each other for survival, and she doesn't want her father to cry alone.

Unfortunately, she is still young and not reliable enough.

At this moment, she remembered a passage from a book on magic tools.

"It is generally believed that those who can create lanterns or lamps endowed with fairy crystals are truly accomplished magical tool makers."

Fairy crystals are such difficult materials to process and impart.

"On my own..."

If I can become a capable magic tool maker, I will be recognized by my father.

In order to walk side by side with her father, she must graduate from the elementary school as soon as possible and enter the advanced school to learn to be a magic tool master.

She wants to assist her father in his work, learn from it, and improve her magic and skills.

One day, I want to make a fairy crystal lamp like this with my own hands.

Then he was recognized by his father as a qualified magic tool master and gained his trust.

"I want to become a capable magic tool master...!"

Dahlia clenched her little fists and swore in front of her sleeping father.

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"it hurts……"

Carlo wailed as he tried to get up.

Because of his bad sleeping posture, he felt numbness and pain from his shoulders to his arms. He drank too much last night and had a headache.

He pressed his temples and raised his hungover head slightly. He probably couldn't stand up right now.

The fairy crystal lamp on the work desk was left on all night, emitting a dim light.

Before him was a bright blue sky and a sea of ​​dahlias. This sight reminded him once again of his ex-wife, who was no longer alive, and it made him feel like his chest was being stabbed.

Last night he injected a large amount of magic power into the fairy crystal, deliberately shattering the crystal in order to see the illusion.

Fairy Crystal is a unique material that is difficult to process.

After the processor injects magic power, it is easy for him to see illusions or nightmares. If he is distracted and affects the magic power supply, the crystal will shatter.

When using fairy crystals as magical materials, regardless of the size of the crystal, they will take away half of the magic power of the giver. If you accidentally give it twice in a row, you will cause magic power exhaustion.

Carlo knew this, but he still held up the fairy crystal with both hands and tried his best to inject magic power into it.

The fairy crystal reacted to the powerful magic and shattered in the colorful light, and his important person immediately appeared on the other side of the crystal.

His wife at the time of their breakup was smiling cheerfully, and next to her was Dalia, who now lived with him and was attending elementary school.

The two people from different timelines snuggled together, smiling happily at him. This was a scene that could never happen in reality.

But it was still a dream for Carlo.

Then, the nightmare that had been anticipated unfolded. The two of them vanished simultaneously, and all around them was pitch black.

Carlo smiled in the cold darkness where he could hear nothing and feel nothing.

Because the smiles of the two of them were still vivid in his mind.

With a smile and tears he gazed at the vision of perfect happiness.

Then, Carlo drank all the magic recovery potion in one breath, and used the fairy crystal powder to make a lantern.

The scenery in the fairy crystal lamp was the dahlia garden he and Theresa had visited in late summer.

That was the first time for the two of them to travel far away. Unfortunately it rained, so they agreed to come back the following year.

The following year, he and Theresa, who had changed her name to Rosetty, went there again and made an appointment to come back the following year.

However, the agreement was not fulfilled and they never went there again.

The sea of ​​flowers in the dahlia garden is indeed beautiful.

But Carlo only remembered Theresa, who was more beautiful than flowers.

His eyes were not on the flowers, but on her.

Theresa is a beautiful woman with red hair and red eyes, delicate and gentle, strong and fragile.

Carlo drank red wine and missed her deeply.

He turned his hungover head and looked at the enchanted silver plate on the shelf next to him. His haggard face was reflected on it, but fortunately his eyes were neither red nor swollen.

"Men shouldn't cry in front of women. If you want to hide the redness of your eyes and the tear marks on your face, you can wrap an ice magic stone in a handkerchief and apply the ice while crying." - This is what his father taught him when he was a child.

At that time, he just laughed it off, thinking that men should just stop crying, and that such a day would never come to him.

However, adolescence and adulthood are surprisingly full of sadness. Lost love, separation, lack of ability... there is no end of things that make you want to cry.

In his trouser pocket was a white handkerchief wrapped in an ice magic stone. It was the handkerchief that Dalia had painstakingly embroidered for him two years ago, even though she pricked her finger.

He didn't take the child's words seriously. He didn't expect that when he asked for an embroidered handkerchief, Dalia actually gave him one.

The handkerchief was embroidered with a flower-like pattern in red thread. It wasn't well-embroidered, but he thought it was as beautiful as Dalia's hair.

Carlo accepted the handkerchief with gratitude and respect, but out of surprise and shyness, he couldn't help but rub his daughter's head wildly, completely messing up the hairstyle she had done for the winter festival. It was Irma, who lived nearby, who had come to tie it for her early in the morning.

"I finally tied it up so beautifully! Mr. Carlo has no idea how to get along with girls!"

In the afternoon, Irma came again with some souvenirs. Seeing this, she protested strongly to him, and he bowed his head deeply to apologize.

Her words touched Carlo's sore spot, and he had to reflect seriously.

Irma later helped Dalia to re-tie her hair, and Carlo was forgiven only after giving her the latest model hair dryer.

But he was really happy when he received the handkerchief.

It's embarrassing to say, but this was the first time in his life that he had received an embroidered white handkerchief.

And it was given to him by his beloved daughter.

He didn't dare tell Dalia that he ran to other floors to cheer after receiving the handkerchief.

"My daughter's embroidered white handkerchief is so precious! I've won over my future son-in-law!"

Unexpectedly, the maid Sophia happened to be passing by the corridor with a laundry basket.

"Mr. Carlo, you are such a person..."

Sophia said this dumbfoundedly, and looked at him coldly the whole day.

“…It’s so cold.”

Carlo finally sat up, and the blanket on his back slipped to the ground.

Only then did he feel the morning chill. He didn't remember having covered himself with a blanket yesterday.

Last night, after he finished making the fairy crystal lamp, he drank and stared at the projected scene—his memory ended there. In other words, it must have been Dahlia who covered him with the blanket.

"Shit...did she see that?"

Carlo hurriedly searched for the envelope and when he found it under his arm and breathed a sigh of relief, he felt something was wrong.

He must have fallen asleep after placing the letter on the table, and didn't remember putting it back in the envelope. Thinking of this, he opened the envelope and found that the direction of the letter was the opposite of when it was sent.

There are small tears and diagonal wrinkles on the side of the letter paper.

The image of his daughter pulling at the letter but hesitating not to tear it, and then carefully putting the letter back into the envelope appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help frowning.

That was the person he least wanted to tell, but one day he would have to tell the news to.

Just as he was about to fall into chaos, he heard familiar footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, Dad. Time for breakfast."

"Good morning, Dahlia. I accidentally fell asleep here..."

He immediately pretended to have just gotten up and stretched.

However, Dahlia didn't scold him while he was asleep, nor did she ask him about the fairy crystal lamp. Normally, if she saw such magical tools, she would definitely chase him and ask him about them.

"The weather is still so cold, I actually covered myself with a blanket in my sleep..."

“…Don’t catch a cold…”

Carlo pretended to be ignorant of the situation and finished speaking. His daughter's slightly sleepy green eyes glanced at him timidly, then quickly looked away.

Her voice trembled slightly. She was such a child who couldn't lie or play dumb.

And it was he who made her so nervous.

He is such a terrible father who neither reflects on himself nor makes his daughter worry about him.

I'm so sorry. Let me pretend nothing happened today and save some face for my father - Carlo apologized to Dalia in his heart.

To be honest, the death of his ex-wife was a big blow to him.

Feelings of pain and sadness still surged in his heart like waves.

He wanted to pound the wall, yell, drink heavily, and cry his heart out.

But crying in front of Dalia would be beneath his father's dignity. He couldn't show weakness again.

"Huhaha...I stayed up late last night and really want to sleep."

Carlo yawned loudly and took the opportunity to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"dad!"

Dahlia suddenly called out to him.

"What's wrong, Dalia?"

"I want to become a magic tool master as soon as possible, so I will graduate from the elementary school as soon as possible and go to the advanced school to study magic tools. I will help my father and learn from him so that I can become a magic tool master on my own!"

Carlo was frightened by this sudden declaration and became even more certain that his daughter had read the letter.

But she felt sorry for her father and didn't even ask about her mother.

He was so weak that he needed his daughter's protection.

Carlo gritted his teeth and put his hands into his jacket pockets.

He clenched his fists in his pockets, digging his nails into his palms, and tried his best to smile.

"Thank you so much. I'm really looking forward to it, my precious daughter!"

"I can't stand it, I'm serious..."

"I'm serious too. I'm really looking forward to it, so I'll leave it to you!"

Dahlia puffed up her cheeks slightly, then smiled.

That smile was reminiscent of his ex-wife, and Carlo narrowed his eyes.

Dalia's willingness to study hard is good for her future.

No matter which path she chooses to take from now on, what she has learned will not be in vain.

Carlo was also very happy that she was thinking about her father and said that she wanted to become a magic tool master as soon as possible.

I hope she can become an outstanding magic tool master who can stand on her own as she wishes.

If she really wanted to be a magic tool master, Carlo was confident that he could teach her until she became a master.

As long as she possesses the skills of a magic tool master, she won't have to worry about starving to death. Her father can rest assured.

However──

Although he felt a little embarrassed towards Dahlia, even if she graduated from the elementary school as soon as possible, got excellent grades in the magic equipment department of the advanced school, possessed rich knowledge, could come up with creative development ideas, made rapid progress in production technology, and was good at magic bestowal, Carlo would never want to be surpassed by her.

In his work as a magic tool maker, he could never be surpassed by Dalia until his death.

This is the meager dignity of a senior magic tool master.

More importantly, he wanted his daughter to look at his back and didn't want to see her back.