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

Such concentration is either due to his passion for magic tools or the pride of the magic tool master.

"Excuse me, can I borrow the workspace again?"

In the evening, he seemed to be having trouble speaking when he asked. Carlo readily agreed and turned up the brightness of the magic lamp.

Watching Tobias concentrating on processing the metal plate, Carlo seemed to see his younger self.

In order to become a magic tool master, Carlo entered the Magic Tool Department of the High School.

He soon became deeply aware of the insufficiency of his magical power.

In practical magic classes, magical power is the decisive factor, regardless of the amount of practice. Students of noble blood are overwhelmingly superior in this area.

When Carlo was worried about his lack of magic power, he joined the Magic Tool Research Society under the guidance of his instructor. There, he found that there were many students with powerful magic.

Some seniors can easily give themselves monster materials that they cannot handle and create highly effective magic tools.

There are also seniors who study both civil service and magic tool departments. Although they are busy, they can use their powerful magic power to continuously produce magic tools and sell them to maintain the status of their noble family.

Although not very skilled, he possesses powerful magic power and is able to mass-produce the same magical tools, helping his father's classmate in the Chamber of Commerce.

Compared to them, Carlo's magical abilities were paltry. Unable to process the materials he desired, he could only watch helplessly as others crafted magical tools he couldn't. Even though his father was a brilliant baron, this skill wouldn't naturally be passed down to him.

"You can be proud of this, Carlo. Your father's control over magic power is truly 'god-level'."

When he was a child, a materials supplier who came to Green Tower once said this to Carlo with a smile.

At the time, he thought it was just an exaggerated compliment.

It was not until he aspired to become a magic tool master, entered a high school, and became his father's disciple that he truly understood the meaning of this sentence.

My father's magic power is not high, but his magic control is extremely precise.

He could inject magic power as fine as a silk thread into holes smaller than those drilled by an awl, and even without being able to see the inside of the machine, he could assemble the magic circuit without changing his expression.

"Is there any secret to controlling magic?" When Carlo asked this, his father only replied with two words: "practice and perseverance."

My father was a man of few words and a master who was not good at speaking.

Carlo longed to learn the secrets that would allow him to rapidly advance as a magic tool master, but his father only taught him magic control, boring practical exercises, and various calculations. Although he understood that these were important, he always felt that he was not making any progress.

Looking at his companions who could easily confer and create magical tools, Carlo often felt a burning anxiety in his heart.

The month Carlo turned sixteen, he celebrated with the members of the Magical Equipment Research Society who were now able to drink.

Under the influence of alcohol, they decided to hold a "disclosure meeting" popular among knights to reveal each other's secrets.

Carlo could no longer remember whether the speaking order was decided by rock-paper-scissors or by the seating order at the round table. He only remembered that he was the last one.

The gossip session began, and the content was quite typical of high school students. Some people talked about falling asleep during the entrance exam and having to take a make-up exam to get in. Others shared stories of childhood sweethearts crying over getting engaged to strangers. Then, the topic gradually shifted to confessions more fitting for members of the Magical Equipment Research Society.

"The exposé! I can't control my magic! I can't even apply the Kraken Tape! I just want this one chance to apply it as much as I want!"

Looking back, the senior had asked Carlo to help put Kraken tape on a decorative bottle he was going to give to his lover. Now it seemed that it was not just a simple chore assigned to the freshman.

"A leaking news conference. I'm not good at maintaining low magic output. No, I can hardly do it. It's a complete waste of time. There are some offers to make magic tools that can be completed with low magic output and pay well, but I simply can't accept them..."

The senior, who was a noble but diligently crafted and sold magical tools, would sometimes transfer some of his part-time work to Carlo. Carlo initially assumed it was due to tight deadlines, but he didn't realize it was because the senior was truly incapable of handling the work.

"Breaking News, I hate development work. My father likes development but can't do it himself, so he made me go to the high school, which makes me feel very sorry. But I don't want to be a developer, I want to be a craftsman who carefully makes magical tools..."

Carlo finally understood why his friend, who never got tired of making the same magical tool over and over again, had a stomachache from writing a report.

Carlo listened carefully to the secrets revealed by everyone and understood that everyone had deep troubles.

When it was his turn, Carlo suddenly felt that his troubles seemed insignificant.

"Carlo, it's your turn!"

At the senior's urging, Carlo placed his right hand on the table, raised his wine glass with his left hand, and said loudly in one breath:

"Breaking News—I joined the Magical Tool Research Club because I fell in love with our advisor, Lina-sensei, at first sight!"

After a few seconds of silence, everyone started shouting at the same time.

"Rosetti, you! When you joined the guild, you clearly said you wanted to hone your skills as a magic tool master!"

"Hahaha! I knew you were that kind of person, Carlo!"

"Carlo, let's talk about Teacher Lina..."

That night, Carlo was patted on the back countless times, everyone toasted him continuously, and he made many good friends.

It is normal to have worries.

No matter if they were noble or common, regardless of their magical power or age, everyone had their own troubles. When Carlo understood this, the entanglement in his heart was swept away.

From then on, he no longer lamented his lack of magic power, but instead devoted himself to controlling and practicing magic power.

As long as you master magic control and techniques, coupled with the correct knowledge, you can become a qualified magic tool master.

Even if his magic power doesn't increase, as long as he can impart magic power accurately and without error, he can create excellent magic tools and become a magic tool maker like his father.

If possible, he also hopes to become a magic tool master who surpasses his father.

He would start training his magic power as soon as he got up in the morning. On the way to school, during class breaks, after meals, during magic tool research activities, and even after returning home until before falling asleep, he would practice continuously, training his magic power to the extreme before releasing it.

In a deserted place, he drilled holes in a plate coated with magic-sealing silver and injected magic power into it.

When magic power is not properly controlled and excessive magic power rebounds, the fingertips will feel pain as if being whipped.

Once, he accidentally lost control and his nail flew off. He had to lie and say that he fell and quickly ran to the infirmary.

Whether his nails were cracked or his fingers were stained red, he devoted all his free time and attention to practicing magic control. This was not for others, but for himself. He constantly honed his magic and learned how to control it precisely.

The following year, a handsome fellow student with silver hair and silver eyes joined the Magical Tools Research Society.

This junior came from a prestigious viscount family, was wealthy, had top grades, was handsome, and was incredibly popular among the female students—some even cursed with envy, "How could God have given him four, or even five, of these qualities!"

However, this junior student told everyone frankly that although he was a noble, he did not have much magic power and could only make limited magic tools.

The reason he joined the Magic Tool Research Society was because his father wanted him to set up a chamber of commerce after graduation and suggested that he find a magic tool maker who could be responsible for the production work as his subordinate.

When Carlo asked about the magical tools he couldn't make, he was told that they were all things like magic lamps with magical effects, which were made by his father, who lacked enough magical power. He explained that he had never tried because his own magical power didn't reach the required level in the textbooks.

"As long as the magic power is properly controlled, those things can be made."

Carlo said so. The junior student showed a surprised expression, but his silver eyes sparkled.

Carlo decided to take care of this junior.

It wasn't because he was like himself back then, troubled by the lack of magic power, but because those round silver eyes looked so adorable.

Teaching someone to control magic power is no easy task. However, this diligent student surprisingly understood Carlo's almost overbearing teaching method of "If you can't do it, try another method until you succeed."

The junior also practiced over and over again, constantly cracking his nails in the process, but his goal was always to be able to control the magic power as precisely as passing it through the eye of a needle.

As a result, the two of them, like knights in training, encouraged each other with the motto, "Just do it, and you'll succeed!"

Because he was teaching his junior, Carlo couldn't afford to lose, so with a will to never give up, he focused more on training in magic control.

After four years, he finally mastered the technique of controlling the magic power to pass through the small holes on the board, improving it from the thickness of a pen tip to a hole as fine as a drill, and finally even reaching the fineness of wool.

However, one night when he was unable to achieve his father's "fine as silk thread" control, Carlo could only sigh continuously and eventually fell asleep on the table in the studio.

The next morning, his father suddenly gave Carlo a dozen magic potions.

His father said, "I've been waiting until your magic control reaches a certain level before teaching you this." Then, he began to teach him how to improve his magic power. Carlo was surprised and delighted.

However, the "certain level" my father mentioned was not a metaphor, but an extremely high requirement.

Carlo needed to control the magic power, which was originally as thick as wool, to be as thin as a hair, and then divide the magic power into two, four, and eight strands. Seeing his father manipulate the magic power so delicately and freely, this was the first time that Carlo sincerely admired his father's attainments as a magic tool master.

However, despite his father's guidance, Carlo was still completely unable to do it at first, and thus began his painful and struggling days of practice.

However, this period of practice has produced considerable results.

At the graduation ceremony, Carlo used his magic to control fifty white paper roses, which were neatly arranged and flew towards the advisor of the Magical Tools Research Society.

Teacher Lina opened her eyes wide in surprise, then smiled her most beautiful smile yet. Carlo once again felt immense regret for the fact that she was married.

Surprise and laughter alternated between the companions' faces, and they said in unison:

"Carlo, you 'devil'!"

Late at night in the studio, Carlo drank alone, celebrating having a new disciple.

He quietly poured the wine from the bottle into the beaker, hoping his daughter wouldn't wake up from the noise.

Today, he officially accepted Tobias as his disciple and introduced him to his daughter who had just returned home, saying, "This is your senior brother."

Dahlia's bright green eyes widened instantly, and although it was only for a moment, a hint of dissatisfaction was revealed.

He had originally thought his daughter wasn't competitive, but unexpectedly, she responded to the word "senior brother." This made Carlo feel relieved.

His gentle and kind daughter was his pride, but because of this, he worried that she would be influenced by others.

However, in addition to her passion for magical tools, she also seems to have pride in being a magical tool maker.

This is the same as him, and perhaps Tobias is also like this──

These three ambitious people may unexpectedly get along well with each other.

Their magic shone with a rainbow of light, pure and flawless, dazzling and dazzling.

He hoped that their magic would always be so pure and bright, untainted by any shadow.

He prayed that they could support each other as brothers and sisters and work together to create magical tools rooted in life.

This was his prayer, because he knew that his magic had been overshadowed.

"My disciples, you must master solid magic control techniques."

This is the standard for the magic tool department, this is the standard for general magic tool masters, and if you work in the royal city, there is another standard.

Although people often say these are reference standards, they are only minimum requirements. Carlo does not intend to teach his disciples those minimum standards.

A person's limits cannot be known until death, and it is up to him to decide.

However, as a master, Carlo hopes that his disciples can at least exceed the standard of what he thinks is "capable of doing this."

At the same time, in order not to be caught up by his two disciples, Carlo also made up his mind to keep improving.

However, Carlo did not realize that the standard he set was actually terrifyingly high. He never realized this in his life, and his two disciples never knew it either.

The practice of constantly pursuing hard work and improvement is passed down as a matter of course.

The red-haired magic tool maker's training began to bear fruit when she began to create magic tools engraved with her own name.

The moment this flower truly bears fruit is the day she can proudly call herself a qualified magic tool master.