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

"I'm awesome? Isn't there someone even more awesome than me next to you?"

"what?"

"Right there."

Wolff followed Jonas's gaze and saw his brother sitting there with his arms folded.

"It's no use changing the subject to me. I'm not good at swordsmanship."

"Lord Guid probably doesn't need a sword. To help your brother gain experience, how about sparring with him as a mage?"

"I'm really not interested in this kind of thing..."

"Brother, if you don't mind, I'd like to trouble you to teach me."

Guid stood up helplessly and walked towards where Jonas was.

Jonas, on the other hand, walked towards the chair where his brother had been sitting.

"Wolver, let's begin."

"Brother, don't you have a weapon?"

"I have a defensive bracelet, so don't worry. Even if I get slightly bumped, I won't be hurt. But let me think... I'd be more reassured if you started with the strength you use when practicing sword swings."

"Then I apologize for my inconvenience."

Wolff slowed down his pace slightly and ran towards his brother, half believing it.

Guid is a high-level magician and also the captain of the royal city's magic corps.

Wolfe still remembered that when he was young, his brother, who was just a child, could summon more water than the pond in the courtyard.

If he got too close, he'd be swept away by the water. He prepared himself mentally and swung the model sword high at his brother.

"Ice shield."

The deep voice chanted only one word—and in an instant, Wolff's vision turned white.

“Hmm!”

With a dull thud, Wolfe's sword and arm were both bounced back with considerable force, stopping in place.

Then, he finally noticed a pure white wall appeared in front of him.

"Are you okay, Wolf?"

His brother walked around the huge block of ice and approached him with a worried look on his face.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"This is the ice shield that Madam Vanessa is so good at. Ah, I overused it a bit, and it's going to be troublesome to clean up."

The block of ice lying on the ground was about four meters high, the same width, and quite thick.

This is more like a wall than an ice shield. I wonder how much magic power is needed to cast it.

But the brother who cast this ice wall did not even break a sweat.

"Brother, you're amazing!"

"Thank you, Wolf."

Wolff couldn't help but exclaim in admiration like a young child.

When his brother heard the voice, he smiled the same smile as when he practiced sword with him when they were little.

"Lord Goode, the ice shield will melt away if left alone. If any remains and becomes a hindrance, we will dispatch someone skilled in fire magic to dissolve it. Ah, Lord Wolfe, if Lord Goode truly wishes to fight, it won't be limited to this. His ice spear will strike with triple the area, and even a knight with a strengthened body will be unable to escape."

If the ice spears truly attacked with triple the area, Wolf would have nowhere to escape. Even if he tried to counterattack, he would be completely outmatched in terms of quality. The outcome would be decided as soon as the chant ended, and his brother's chanting time was surprisingly short.

"You're so amazing... You're truly my brother."

Wolfe placed his palm against the surface of the ice shield, feeling the cold gradually turn into a stinging sensation.

Perhaps I have become stronger—Wolf has been thinking this conceitedly lately.

A while ago, he and Marcella sparred. Today, it's Jonas. And then there's his brother, Guyd.

He could fight Marcella, a civilian, on equal terms with his bare hands.

But even with the Sirius bracelet, he was no match for his brother's bodyguard Jonas, and he couldn't even fight with his brother.

Although he was inevitably a little unwilling, at this point, he had completely let it go. The situation was simple: he was simply not strong enough.

He needs to work hard to improve himself, learn from Jonas, and learn everything he can in the team.

He hoped that he could at least be strong enough to protect the people around him whom he wanted to protect.

A smile appeared on Wolfe's face unconsciously.

*

In the carriage returning from the villa to the Scafalot family's main residence, Guid leaned back in the seat. Outside the closed windows, the sky must have been filled with stars.

Jonas, who was sitting opposite him, frowned and stared at him intently.

"Guide, would you like some magic potion?"

"It's okay, I still have some energy left."

Before leaving, Wolff said he would stay in the mansion overnight, which made the servants and maids overjoyed and they rushed in and out busily.

Since he was covered in mud and looked exhausted, he probably wouldn't feel constrained to take a shower and sleep in the mansion he hadn't visited for a long time.

As for Good himself, he still has unfinished work and must return to his residence within today.

Before leaving the villa, he wrote a note to the maid, asking her to include the dishes that Wolfe liked to eat as a child on the breakfast menu tomorrow.

Crispy fried bacon, creamy scrambled eggs, and pancakes drizzled with maple syrup—while Wolfer's preferences may have changed, he still feels a little sad that he can't see his brother enjoy these nostalgic breakfasts.

"You used a lot of magic power in your daytime training, didn't you? Are you really not trying to be brave?"

"Well, increasing my magic power by four units was definitely worth it. At least I managed to preserve my pride as a big brother."

"You are not allowed to increase your magic power any further. Absolutely not."

"I know. I won't upgrade to Unit 5."

While answering his concerned friend, Good yawned and stretched himself lazily.

In addition to the daytime drills, he also worked late yesterday and was quite exhausted. He should finish the remaining paperwork and go to bed early today.

"Jonas, what do you think of Wolf?"

"He relies too much on muscle strength and physical enhancement. Perhaps because he only fights monsters, his movements aren't flexible or varied enough. He's also weak at reacting to feints and isn't used to the dirty ways of humans fighting."

"I'll pay you extra. Please teach him diligently. I want him to survive both monsters and humans."

"You've suddenly become very overprotective..."

"I'm serious. If anything happens to me, I'm doing this for the Scafarot family. My daughter is still young, Elud doesn't seem to be planning to come home, and I can't completely trust my relatives. Even if Wolf doesn't intend to inherit now, there's no guarantee that this won't happen in the future."

"I think you should quickly produce an heir, or marry a second wife."

“I don’t want to be like my father.”

He found that his tone had unintentionally become cold.

Jonas said nothing more and just leaned back in his seat.

They were both silent for a moment, the only sound being the regular clatter of the carriage wheels.

"...I can teach you how to fight, Wolfe-sama, but on two conditions."

When Jonas finally spoke, Goode replied before hearing the details:

"As long as I can do it, any conditions are acceptable."

"Just like today, please have a magician who can use healing magic on standby. Even a model sword can cause serious injuries. Also, you must be present. If I lose control, please freeze me with ice magic to stop me."

"Does your concern mean that Wolfe will become quite powerful?"

Seeing Goode's eagerness to confirm, Jonas looked dumbfounded.

"I don't know. But he didn't seem to be giving it his all just now."

"But I don't think Wolfe was holding back during the battle, is he?"

As Good watched the dazzling battle between the two, he felt uneasy because he didn't want either side to get hurt.

Jonas was obviously stronger, and he didn't see any chance of his brother letting him win.

"I think he still has room for further growth. Wolfe-sama's eyes never changed during his battle with me."

"Does a knight's gaze change during battle?"

"A magician would do the same, right? I thought warriors would be like this when they get serious. But then again, I don't think I've ever seen your eyes change..."

Jonas glanced sideways, lost in thought, as if searching his memory.

But he didn't seem to find the memories he wanted.

"Because my bodyguard is an expert. However, if I have the chance, I will try to change it."

"I really hope that the look in your eyes will never change in your life."

Guid didn't answer, but just smiled.

Volume 5 Adventurer's Guild

On a clear but slightly windy day, typical of summer, Dahlia and Ivanor headed to the Adventurer's Guild to greet them and receive materials for the Bicorn.

Although the Bicorn was captured by the monster-suppression force, the Adventurer's Guild needed the materials, so the dismemberment work was left to them rather than the Royal City.

The Adventurer's Guild was a five-story building made of beautiful red bricks, and was even newer than the Merchant Guild.

The building is divided into two parts. The left side is where adventurers enter and exit to receive commissions or sell materials, while the right side is where customers come to collect materials or conduct business.

The adventurer's entrance was crowded and bustling. Although Dahlia was a little curious about what the adventurers looked like, she obediently headed towards the guest entrance.

"Ah, Miss Dahlia. It's really rare to see you here."

As soon as she walked in, she heard a familiar voice.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a silver-haired man wearing silver-framed glasses standing there. Behind him was his wife Amelinda.

After exchanging pleasantries, Oswald took out a piece of red parchment for collecting materials.

"I'm here to collect the Bicorn materials, Miss Dahlia?"

"Yes, I received a notification that the processing has been completed."

It seems that the two came for the same thing.

It is said that the monster-suppression force has hunted down many mutant bicorns.

Maybe there are other magic tool makers waiting for these materials who have come here as well.

"Should we try using Bicorn materials in class later?"

"Please do this, please!"

Mutated Bicorn—this was a rare material she had never used before.

She was very excited when she thought about the effects of different parts of these materials and the magical tools that could be made.

Just as she was lost in her imagination, Oswald placed his right hand across his chest and bowed gracefully.

"Although it's a little late, congratulations on becoming the president of the Roseti Merchants Guild and the designated supplier and advisor to the Monster Suppression Force. I also sincerely congratulate you on your upcoming baronship."

"Um, Mr. Oswald, although I'm an advisor, I don't actually do anything special... and the title hasn't been officially decided yet..."

Dahlia was overwhelmed by being suddenly called the Chamber of Commerce President and hearing such formal congratulations.

"President Zora, thank you very much for your congratulations. All of this is thanks to your guidance. Our guild is just getting started, and we look forward to your continued guidance in the future."

Ivano, who was standing behind, walked to Dahlia and responded to the congratulations fluently on her behalf.

"Ivanor passed. Dahlia needs to take extra classes..."

Oswald frowned and said. Dahlia froze in her tracks when she heard his whisper. Amelinda smiled and gently tugged at the sleeve of her husband's shirt.

"Master, the time for your appointment has come."

"That's right. Let's go. Miss Dahlia, see you next time."

Oswald regained his usual calm expression and went up to the second floor with his wife.