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

In a neighboring country likened to a "livestock country," an experiment has quietly begun: aphrodisiacs are made for female wild boars to capture them, and then they are allowed to mate with large pigs on pastures to breed larger breeds.

"Well, thank you all for your valuable suggestions, but this time I still want to try using black pepper water."

Dahlia disassembled the prototype and carried out formal assembly while strengthening it.

She adjusted the flow of the Water Magic Stone so that the nozzle sprayed a coarser mist that fell quickly.

The water heater's switch was mounted on the outside, a large piece of tanned leather. She'd laid it on the ground and programmed it to activate when the weight of a full-grown wild boar pressed against it.

In addition, she also told everyone present that the weight of an adult male could also activate the device, so they should be extra careful.

"Although it's just a prototype, the 'Black Pepper Spray Trap' is complete."

As soon as she finished speaking, the people around her looked away.

"Yeah, I knew it. Dahlia's names are always so straightforward..."

"It's easy to understand, but...isn't this name too difficult to say?"

"Rosetti... the name is indeed very appropriate, but..."

It's easy to understand, but it seems unpopular. Why?

"How about an operatic name? Like 'Devil's Black Mist'—Diavolo Nero Nebbia?"

This person, who had an even more devilish sense of naming than Wolfe, turned out to be a priest.

"It's too long, and it's easy to bite your tongue."

"Sounds like a relative of the Thorngrass Demon."

Gildor and Gulat followed suit, grumbling mercilessly. The priest's shoulders slumped dejectedly.

"... 『Mist Trap (Nebelfall)』."

Randolph suddenly whispered, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Nebel Falle—sounds good, sounds really cool!"

"Yes, it's easy to pronounce and remember."

"No, I just said it casually. Since it's in the language of a neighboring country, I don't know if it's appropriate—"

"That's great! Maybe it'll become popular in neighboring countries or border areas in the future."

In this way, the black pepper water spray trap was named "Mist Trap".

The operational test of the "Mist Trap" was carried out in front of the fence that was destroyed today.

The trap was set slightly inward from the damaged fence, with wooden planks connecting the left and right fences to form a U-shape. A small gap was left in the center, which is said to be the key to the "lure" design.

"Please change to a water bottle before testing."

"Oh, I see."

Remind them while you still remember, after all, you don’t want anyone to be splashed with black pepper water.

The leather bag is designed into the side of the device and can be easily replaced by anyone.

With the help of her team members, Dalia placed the gasket that served as the switch on the ground, fixed it around the edges, and sprinkled a thin layer of sand on it.

"Well then, let's put this to the test. I'll be the giant boar!"

It was Dolino who volunteered.

He purposely started from the far side of the fence and rumbled into the bait area.

He then leaped onto the spacer, and the nozzle of the "Mist Trap" immediately sprayed out a strong mist.

Almost simultaneously, a slightly pungent smell and a scream were heard.

“My eyes—!”

Seeing Dolino suddenly rolling on the ground, Dalia turned pale with fright.

"Are you alright, Mr. Dolino?"

"Dolino, was it water? Did it spray so hard that it got in your eyes?"

"This is definitely black pepper water! It stings!"

Dolino rolled on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and desperately used his water magic to create water to flush his eyes.

After a while he finally let go, but his eyes were as red as a rabbit's.

The nearby priest immediately treated him. Although the smell of alcohol was strong, the magic was quite effective.

“Why is it black pepper water?”

Dahlia hurriedly checked the leather bag on the "Mist Trap" and found that it indeed said "Black Pepper Water". She couldn't help but tilt her head in confusion.

"Did I just say, 'Please change into a water bottle before testing'?"

She began to worry that she had forgotten to remind him, so she couldn't help but confirm with Wolff.

"Ah, I did replace the water bottle and placed it on the tarpaulin at my feet. I also helped sprinkle sand on the pads—"

"…Sorry, I changed it again later."

Randolph said with a wandering look.

It turned out that the leather bag of black pepper water was first replaced with a leather bag for water, and then it was replaced back to a leather bag for black pepper water.

It seems that the name should be marked on the leather bag in larger and clearer letters.

"You guys—"

As Dolino spoke, veins bulged on his temples and his smile looked quite terrifying.

He raised his right hand, and water droplets began to swirl and dance above his palm. The sunlight reflected off them, a beautiful sight, but Dahlia felt a chill down her spine and had no time to admire it.

"Dolino, I'm so sorry! I bought you two drinks, please forgive me!"

"I'll treat you twice too!"

The two people's panicked voices echoed all around.

"Well, let's just leave it as it is."

He instantly withdrew his magic power and then sneezed loudly.

He had just been doused with black pepper water and had washed his face with it while rolling on the ground, so his shirt was now soaked.

"Mr. Dorino, please change your clothes quickly to avoid catching a cold. I'll prepare something warm."

"Don't worry, Miss Dahlia. We've been through a lot of training. We'll be fine after a change of clothes and a drink."

Dolino waved and walked towards the carriage to change his clothes. Dahlia watched him leave and turned to Wolf and the others.

"Well, I think I should treat Mr. Dorino to a meal too. At least let me pay for part of the bill..."

"No, I'll take Dalia's share—"

"If we were to dine at the Green Tower, I think Dolino would be very satisfied with the meal."

Randolph interrupted Wolfe and made a suggestion.

"Is that so? It'll be a more casual dish like last time, but is that okay?"

“They’ll probably like it more.”

"Then I'll invite everyone to dine in the tower next time."

“I feel very honored to be invited.”

Randolph spoke as if choosing his words carefully, narrowing his auburn eyes and smiling. On the other hand, Wolff's expression turned somewhat grim.

"Um...wouldn't this be too much of a burden for Dahlia?"

"It's okay, Wolf. I won't prepare too much food."

It seemed Wolfe was worried that preparing the meal would be too tiring. In reality, hosting a dinner at the Green Tower was both economical and easy, and it wouldn't be a big deal for Dahlia.

"Wolf, to prevent Miss Dahlia from being overburdened, let's both bring some wine and food. I'll leave the details to you."

“Yes, I understand…”

Wolff, who seemed to be struggling with his wine selection, replied with a frown.

As they continued talking, the team members' voices calling Dahlia came over.

It seems the rancher wants to try that trap too; he's lingering near the "Mist Trap." The leather bag inside still contains black pepper water. If anything goes wrong, the rancher will be the one to suffer.

"I'll go take care of it first!"

Dahlia hurried over, and Wolf followed.

Just as Randolph was watching the two men's backs, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from the side.

"Don't push Wolfe too hard."

A knight with golden hair leaned close to Randolph's shoulder and whispered. It seemed he was nearby and had heard everything that had just happened.

"I just want him to realize something."

Randolph answered in a low voice, but the knight shook his head.

"That guy will definitely act like a child. Besides, the highlight of today's event has already been stolen by Finance Minister Gildo-sama. He must be feeling very regretful, right?"

Although it was Wolf who knocked down the wild boar, it was Gildor who protected Dahlia afterwards.

No one expected that he, as the Minister of Finance, would have such excellent swordsmanship.

"I feel a little sympathetic towards him on this point."

The knight in front of them was a contemporary of Wolfe and Randolph, and they knew each other's personalities quite well.

However, those familiar deep blue eyes now flashed with a hint of malice.

"It's rare for Randolph to speak so much today. Aren't you stealing a lot of the limelight yourself, 'Mr. Border'?"

"I simply offered valuable advice regarding the mission. Also, the 'Border Lord' is my father, not me."

Randolph replied with a slight frown, and his colleague laughed heartily.

"Randolph will get serious too."

“I didn’t take it seriously.”

"However, your explanation today was quite thorough, and it actually irritated him. Wolfe probably wants to say, 'Don't let anyone else enter the tower.'"

Randolph completely disagreed and replied with only one sentence:

"Wait until he makes the tower his own before you say anything like that."

The black pepper water spray trap "Mist Trap" was highly praised by the ranch owner, who decided to install it on the ranch.

Although people on the pig farm have high expectations for its effects, in reality, neither wild boars nor giant wild boars have appeared yet.

I can only pray that it works.

It may take some time to see results, but it would be nice if it could just slightly improve the safety of the ranch.

The trial works and temporary installations were completed, and with still some time left until evening, laughter and joy could be heard everywhere.

Dahlia also sat around the table again with several people including the captain and Gildor.

At the next table, the young team members and the young men from the ranch were enjoying a large wild boar steak. The unusually thick steak was enough to fill you up just by looking at it.

Before Dahlia sat the expedition stove, ready for the smoked bacon and thinly sliced ​​wild boar from a large pig. A large plate was piled high with a variety of colorful vegetables.

"Ms. Dahlia, Wolf, after you finish that, try this! The liver is delicious too!"

Dahlia nodded to the plate that Dolino recommended with a smile.

She couldn't make a sound at the moment, as she was chewing the thin slices of deep-fried wild boar heart over and over again. Although a little hard and bitter, the unique texture and delicious taste were particularly memorable.

Although it was my first time eating wild boar heart, I could clearly feel that it was different from ordinary pork.

Wolff, who had finished eating first, handed her a freshly opened bottle of dark ale.

"If the 'Mist Trap' succeeds, those wild boars and giant boars that can't enter the pasture will probably cry."

"I hope so."

By the way, after the wild boar and the giant boar cry their hearts out, Ivano, who is in charge of setting up the mass production line for the "Mist Trap", and the craftsman Fermo who participates in the production will cry because they are even busier -

Now, these two people didn't even think about this.