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

"This is your personal grimoire. Execute the Red Blood setting on the magic stone. If anyone else tries to open it, it will immediately burn, so be careful. Place it in this workshop."

He pulled out a heavy book bound in black leather from a black box.

A beautiful red magic stone was embedded in the center of the cover, just like Dahlia's book, and a delicate magic circle was drawn in silver ink around it.

The name was already written in elegant silver font at the bottom of the cover.

"L'Ere Zola." The boy's eyes were deeply attracted by these words and he stared at them.

It seems that Oswald had already prepared this magic book for his son.

"Father, this is really mine—is this okay?"

"That's not a problem. This is a must-have item for any magic tool master."

Although his statement was not direct, Lal seemed to understand.

He pierced his pinky finger with a needle, ready to execute the red blood setting, and his action was so decisive that it felt a little painful to watch.

After that, the three of them continued their classes for a while.

The sage on the corner of my work table looked quite sweet even without the scent.

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After Dalia finished her class and left, Oswald went to the living room and enjoyed black tea with his wives.

Today's class lasted a little longer.

This was because Lal had joined at the last minute, so Oswald had to re-examine the knowledge of the sea serpent, slightly reducing the difficulty and explaining it in more detail. After the explanation, he also checked on the two people's actual operation.

When trying out the gift of the sea serpent, both of them performed unexpectedly well for their first class.

Although Dahlia was concerned about a few bubbles in the mirror, the surface itself was perfectly smooth, a fact that alone was sufficient to demonstrate her exquisite magical control.

During the second actual operation, Oswald observed that the flow of Dalia's magic power was very similar to that of Carlo in his youth. This forced him to admit that Dalia's magic tool master skills were indeed inherited from her father Carlo.

Meanwhile, his son, Rael, was still a student, just beginning to learn the skills of a magic tool maker. Due to his lack of practical experience, Oswald initially thought that this gifting would be quite difficult for him.

But despite the lack of luster, Lal managed to create a mirror finish with only one tiny wrinkle and ten small bubbles.

Although there are still some fluctuations in magic power, both the magic power and stability are quite outstanding. The future development is worth looking forward to.

Then he remembered something.

The first time I bestowed the power of a sea serpent was when I was studying in college.

Despite his initial enthusiasm, the mirror he created resembled the surface of the ocean ruffled by a strong wind, riddled with bubbles and forming a white wave-like effect. The color wasn't silver, but a mottled interplay of dark and light blue, making him despair of his future as a magic tool maker.

Whenever he thought of that work that could not be called a mirror at all, he admired the talents of these two people even more.

However, he would never mention this embarrassing incident to his students and apprentices.

Incidentally, the person who saw the hand mirror and said, "Not bad! This is a beautiful work of art. I'm even thinking of naming it 'Rough Ocean'!" was none other than Carlo, a senior from the Magical Tools Research Club.

Although I was very grateful for his comfort, I could only force out an empty smile at that time.

Later, when he was about to dispose of the hand mirror out of shame over that tragic failure, Leone, his senior, held out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Leonie was a miser who wouldn't throw anything away easily. Oswald thought he'd use the hand mirror as a paperweight, so he gave it to him. Unexpectedly, two days later, Leonie handed him seven silver coins and said, "This is half the proceeds from the sale."

Leone had sold that dented, unusable hand mirror to a noble as a "glass work for a promising new artisan," and now he was the head of the Commercial Guild. This was definitely a position tailor-made for him.

"Come in."

Hearing the sudden knock on the door, Oswald spoke to give his permission.

It was Lal who walked into the room. Since entering the advanced college, he rarely came to this room on his own initiative.

The son walked quickly to his side and bowed quietly to him.

"Father, I'm really sorry for today."

"There's nothing to apologize for. Just keep working on it."

"Yes, I'll do my best!"

Oswald didn't know how to respond, but his son smiled and nodded.

Just as he was slightly surprised, Lal looked at him directly with silver eyes similar to his and said:

"Father, are you planning to marry the Fourth Lady?"

"No, I have no such plans."

"I understand. Well then, I'll be returning to the school dormitory. Um—if it's okay, I'd like to join you in your next lesson with Ms. Dalia."

"Just come along and listen. I'll send someone to let you know once the schedule is confirmed. If your schedule permits, I can teach you both together. Please take care of yourself in the school dormitory, and try to go home during your holidays."

"Yes, I will do so in the future. Um... Father, thank you very much for giving me the magic book and the opportunity to take classes."

The boy bowed again and left the room, and Oswald watched him go with a smile.

He felt that his son's figure, walking away with his back straight, suddenly seemed much taller.

It's incredible how tall he has grown without anyone noticing.

He felt a little lost, thinking he would never see his young son again, sipping sage nectar and smiling.

But Oswald also wanted to give his blessing to his son who was eager to grow up.

However, it is difficult to say whether we should frankly support him in taking this path.

The only thing that is certain is that the red flower he longs for blooms on a steep mountain, and there is a black watchdog guarding it.

"Do you think—does Laerre's condition qualify as measles?"

The wives did not answer his question, but just smiled with an expression very similar to his.

"First love is like measles. The older you get, the more severe it becomes, and the longer the aftereffects become."

It’s a famous line from the opera, but the passion of love makes the heart anxious, regardless of age.

If everything goes well, that's fine, but if unfortunately it doesn't go as planned, then we hope that the hurt will be minor and shallow - isn't it natural for parents to think this way?

"I think Lady Dahlia is a little old for Laerre."

"Your liking for older people is just like your youth."

Madam Katrina narrowed her deep green eyes and smiled pleasantly.

"At that stage in high school, the age difference was indeed quite large."

"I don't think this is the age difference you're referring to, Master..."

Second Madam Fiore lowered her light green eyes and answered him with a somewhat troubled expression.

"At this rate, he might have to compete with the most beautiful young man in the kingdom..."

Oswald lowered his voice slightly as he said, "It seems the wives want to send their sons off to fight this unwinnable war."

The third lady, Amelinda, looked at him with her cute green eyes and said expressionlessly:

"He's our son after all, so we should at least choose a competitor of this caliber."

Volume 5: Great Favor and Guardian Teacher

"So I still have to ask my brother for help..."

Wolff had been searching for someone who could teach him swordplay and guarding techniques for a while now.

He learned some knowledge about guarding from his friend Randolph, but Randolph only knew the basics.

Members of the Monster Suppression Force prioritize fighting monsters and rarely have the opportunity to formally learn the techniques of fighting humans, especially how to protect.

Although there should be colleagues and seniors in the team willing to train with him if he asked, he finally concluded that it would be better to accept guidance from those who actually perform the escort mission.

However, finding such a person seems to be quite difficult.

At first he asked the seniors in the monster subjugation force, but he didn't find any suitable candidates.

Although the captain and vice-captain could introduce him to some powerful knights from the Royal Guard or the First Knights, considering his status as a member of the monster subjugation force, to be honest, negotiations seemed difficult.

Before he mentioned this request to his seniors, they also warned him that it might cause trouble and tried to dissuade him.

When he asked his teammates about it, they laughed and said, "If the target is the Black Death and Demon King, no one will agree even if there are special allowances." Even if they were joking, this was too much.

After thinking about it, Wolf decided to send someone to ask his brother for help, and he received a reply soon.

That evening he received a notification that a meeting could be arranged for today, and he felt rather bad that his brother might have been able to squeeze in time to see him despite his busy schedule.

They decided to have dinner at the Scafarot family's villa, the mansion where Wolf lived.

When Wolf finished his work and returned to the mansion, he found that there were more servants than usual, all busy in and out with smiles on their faces.

After all, the future head of the family is visiting, so the atmosphere is naturally lively. Wolf thought half-self-deprecatingly, returned to his room to change clothes, and then went to the room where they would have dinner.

The slightly high collar and the tie that hadn't been tied for a long time made him feel a little nervous.

"I'm so sorry to bother you during your busy schedule, brother."

"No, I don't have anything planned. I was just happy to hear from you."

Silver hair with a hint of blue, and deep blue eyes.

His brother was already seated, his eyes and hair color reminiscent of their father.

When Wolff took his seat opposite, Goode gave a toast and dinner began.

The dinner table was too big for two people, and the glossy tablecloth was so white that it was a bit dazzling.

To be honest, he also felt very uncomfortable having waiters serving him attentively while he ate.

Perhaps it was because he had become accustomed to the barracks dining hall over the past few years. The aristocratic dinner inevitably made him feel constrained.

Because he was thirsty after training, he unconsciously increased his drinking speed.

"Wolver, it's been a while since you've had a meal in this mansion, right?"

"Yes. Everyone is very motivated now that Brother is here."

"That's not what I meant, Wolfe. When was the last time you had dinner here with anyone?"

Wolff paused from carving the perfectly roasted duck and tried to recall.

"Not lately."

In fact, it’s not just recently.

Not only had he not eaten dinner with his family since he came here at the age of ten, he had hardly even invited friends over for dinner.

He had been to this residence by invitation, but he had never taken the initiative to invite anyone here.

At first, because he was lonely, he would ask the maid to stay and watch him eat, but after entering the advanced college, he began to find even this practice troublesome - unknowingly, he developed the habit of eating alone in the restaurant with the simplest tableware.

And after moving into the military camp in the royal city, he wouldn't even come back to this mansion unless he had a long vacation.

"I only come here occasionally, and the people working here probably don't seem to be very motivated. This is a good opportunity, so make more use of this place from now on. The chefs will be more motivated if you invite friends or fellow monster hunters to dine here."

"Thank you. I'll do that."

Wolff thanked him frankly.

The mansion is also the registered address of the Roseti Chamber of Commerce.

When you have a chamber of commerce gathering or receive guests, you may need to ask the people here for help.

Roast duck, crab soufflé, colorful salads, fragrant hot soups, and his childhood favorite, cow's milk sherbet—among many other dishes, they were truly delicious.

However, the moment he put the last spoonful of milk cheese into his mouth, he suddenly remembered Green Tower and the dishes that Dalia made for him.

The dishes he ate there didn't use any special or expensive ingredients.

But it is always exceptionally delicious and unforgettable.

He found dishes he had never tasted before, or foods he had eaten before but tasted slightly different, very interesting.

When he was eating, drinking and chatting with Dalia, he always felt that there was not enough time.

As for now, he should have been very full, but for some reason he still felt a little unsatisfied.

He seemed to have been "tamed" by the witch of the Green Tower without realizing it.

Wolf watched his brother finish his meal contentedly out of the corner of his eye and sighed quietly, without anyone noticing.

After the two finished their dinner at a somewhat rapid pace, Wolfe and Guid moved to the reception room together.

Goode only left one servant behind, and all the other servants were asked to leave.