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

"If it's just the right size, it won't be a problem. The bigger it is, the easier it is to hit."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I felt like he treated the terrifying monster as a sitting duck.

And what is the so-called "just right size"? Dalia was in a dilemma, wondering whether to know or not.

"By the way, speaking of difficult monsters, there are those giant centipedes with lots of legs. You can't predict how they'll move or where they'll attack, which is really annoying."

"Just seeing that kind of thing makes me want to run away..."

"Like a CyclopsWith only my hands and feet, even if I'm chased, I can just dodge and there's no danger."

It's easy for Wolff to say, but ordinary people have absolutely no chance of winning that kind of game of tag.

She really thought the members of the Monster Suppression Team were amazing.

"I've already asked you to treat me today, so forget about the recovery potion. You all sound really hard-pressed."

"I've said the wrong thing again. I take it back. I also asked you to enchant the sword. You could have just said 'pay as much as you can'."

"I wouldn't say that!"

I don’t know how many times I’ve complained today.

The subsequent conversations would probably continue in this pattern, and Dahlia was too lazy to count anymore.

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They talked a lot along the way and it took them almost an hour to reach the Green Tower.

The sky was dark enough that the bright moon could be seen clearly.

"It's here. I saw this tower from afar when I set out on my expedition from the west gate. I thought it was home to a magician, but it turns out it's your home."

Wolff blinked in surprise when he saw the green tower.

"Yes, people call it the 'Green Tower'."

"It feels like a magic tool master's home."

"Yes. In the past, the outer wall of the royal capital was built in this area. After the outer wall was demolished, my grandfather asked the country for the stones and built this tower."

"For research?"

"Not exactly. My grandfather bought a large amount of Fire Magic Stone to make a magic lamp. He wanted to conduct research safely among the people, so he built this tower."

"That's right. Making fire magic tools in a wooden house is very dangerous."

"Yes, a fire would be terrible."

In fact, it’s not just about fear of fire.

More importantly, if a certain number of Fire Magic Stones are processed together, they will create a bomb-like effect. For example, if you are not careful, a hair dryer will turn into a flamethrower.

However, she heard from her father that magical tools had hardly ever been developed into weapons.

The reason lies with the "Magician".

Mages have varying abilities and powers. Speaking of water magic alone, some can conjure up a bathtub full of water, others a swimming pool, some can conjure up ice, and still others can combine it with wind magic to create a blizzard.

In some ways, a powerful high-level magician is like a weapon.

She had once been surprised to see a sorcerer, during a parade held in the kingdom, cast a single flame into the sky, a flame so powerful that it transformed into a giant dragon, occupying the entire sky.

Dahlia was grateful that there was no war.

"Is this the place?"

When he reached the gate, Wolff stopped.

He handed the leather bag on his body to Dahlia, which contained five large silver coins for the recovery potion and five more.

"Too many."

"That's for the meal and carriage fee. You really helped me a lot, please accept it, otherwise I will be scolded by the team."

"……All right."

"Oh, I almost forgot. I'll return your coat the day after tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"OK."

"Can you come over before noon? I want to go to the magic equipment store in the north district. If you're free, would you like to come with me?"

There are many shops in the North District that specialize in serving the nobility.

She had only been to the magic tool shop there a few times with her father, and hadn't been there in the past year.

She might have some magical tools there she hadn't seen before. The thought filled her with anticipation.

She agreed subconsciously.

"I'm going. I'll wait for you at home that day."

"See you the day after tomorrow then."

Wolff nodded goodbye and prepared to leave along the same route.

"Ah, although it's a bit early, I still want to say good night to you and wish you a sweet dream."

Good night, and have a sweet dream - this is what people in their country would say to their family or friends before going to bed.

He seemed not to have expected Dalia to say this, and his smile was a little shy when he turned around.

"...Good night, Dalia. Sweet dreams to you, too."

Volume 1 ◆ Happiness Fading During Intermission

Tobias moved into his new home the day after he broke off his engagement.

The next day, Emilia also moved in.

The news of the broken engagement has spread from the Chamber of Commerce. Emilia might be gossiped about if she continues to stay in the Orlando Chamber of Commerce, so Tobias asks her to stay at home.

He resolved to face his family's reproach for his sudden decision to break off the engagement, but encountered little opposition.

His mother, on the other hand, supported Emilia and hoped to establish a relationship with Viscount Talini. His mother had a good relationship with Dahlia before, so he was quite surprised.

His brother happened to be in a neighboring country purchasing goods in bulk, so he had no way of objecting. However, his brother would probably scold him when he returned.

He originally planned to take a break after marrying Dalia.

However, after breaking off the engagement, he not only had to pay compensation, but also had to pay for Emilia's moving expenses. For this reason, he stayed in the workshop to review documents, hoping to get a job as soon as possible.

In the past, the purchase price was arranged by Dalia, but this will no longer be possible in the future.

But it wasn't difficult to calculate this, so he could ask Emilia to do it, and then they could work together. With this thought in mind, he called Emilia out of the room.

"Please add the numbers on this table, just add from the top down."

"...Sorry, Mr. Tobias, I'm slow at math and not very good at this kind of thing..."

Seeing that she looked hesitant, Tobias had no choice but to give up.

"Then could you help me copy the labels for those raincoats?"

"But my handwriting is ugly... I can't write as beautifully as the sample."

The words on the sample label were written by Dahlia.

The words are slightly tilted to the upper right, the handwriting is neat, and they are indeed very beautiful.

Emilia's handwriting is a bit ugly, maybe she doesn't want to be compared.

"The work of a magician is too difficult for me to understand. I'd better stay in another room so as not to disturb you..."

"Okay, then please help me make dinner."

"Dinner? Why not just have someone cook it or eat out?"

Emilia asked with her brown eyes wide open.

She had made tea many times during their time together, but she had never cooked dinner. They always ate out.

Tobias thought that since she was a relative of the Viscount, she might consider this normal after marriage. He would have to talk to his mother about hiring a maid. After watching Emilia leave, he began to sort through the documents.

Tobias was absorbed in making a hair dryer when he suddenly realized that the polishing powder was almost used up.

“Dalia…”

He turned around and froze in the middle of his speech, finding himself unconsciously calling Dalia's name.

They were engaged for two years and had been working together for the last year.

Perhaps unconsciously, he had already decided that Dahlia should be by his side.

He sighed deeply and sadly.

Just as he was about to cheer himself up and continue working, there was a worried knock on the door.

"Excuse me for interrupting you... Mr. Tobias, did you see my amber brooch in your luggage?"

“No, I didn’t see it…”

“I think I put it in the closet.”

"Sorry, I don't know about the wardrobe."

He bought a wardrobe for Emilia on short notice, but he never looked inside.

"Maybe there was a mix-up during the move...?"

"Is this Dahlia's wardrobe?"

"It was just a cheap item, and I put it there accidentally. I was so happy when you said you wanted to live together that I put something in there right away... so please don't mind it."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the workshop with her shoulders drooped.

Dalia's wardrobe was delivered to this home a few days before the broken engagement.

Emilia also came here during those days. Maybe Dahlia accidentally took it away when she moved.

I can only go and ask Dalia.

Tobias sighed deeply again today.

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That same evening, Tobias arrived at the Green Tower.

He touched the door with his hand to open it as before, but the door did not move at all, as if rejecting him.

He pressed the doorbell next to him twice, and after a while, Dahlia finally came out.

"Mr. Orlando, what's the matter?"

Dahlia no longer called him Tobias. She stood on the other side of the door, calling him "Mr. Orlando" as if he were an outsider.

After the breakup, everything about her changed.

She cut her dark brown hair short and dyed it back to its original red color, and her bare face was given a gorgeous and elegant look with makeup.

The large and baggy gray clothes were replaced with a fitted and exquisite white shirt and a long black skirt.

The key point was that she had taken off her black-framed glasses, and her eyes, which used to be downcast, were no longer obscured by them. Her bright green eyes now stared straight at him.

Looking at Dalia, who had a completely different style, he always felt a little nervous.

I also feel ashamed of myself for not being able to take my eyes off her.

"Dalia, do you have Emilia's brooch?"

"What?"

"Do you have an amber brooch in your closet?"

Dahlia narrowed her emerald green eyes like a cat and stared at him.

"I didn't take the brooch with me. I only took my furniture."

"So Emilia made a mistake?"

"Yes, I left everything in the wardrobe and dressing table there. I asked a notary from the Chamber of Commerce to confirm it if you think I'm lying. It was Mr. Dominic."

"You hired a notary for something like this?"

Hiring a notary, even for a short period of time, would cost a lot of money. He couldn't help but feel that Dahlia was being too considerate.

"Marcella suggested it to me. He said that when couples break up, they often end up arguing over furniture or luggage."