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

Later, his wish came true. When they reunited, they talked about magic swords and magic tools, and ate and drank together. Just being together made them happy.

Dalia Rossetti, also known as Dali, is a magic tool maker.

Sweat streamed down her forehead as she enchanted the lenses. She casually wiped the sweat with her sleeve, her makeup falling off, but her gaze never faltered. That gesture completely captured his attention.

It was the first time in his life that he saw a woman with such a sincere and beautiful expression.

Then he received these glasses. She used these glasses made of fairy crystals to allow him to see normal scenes and integrate into this royal capital.

They had only met three times and she had already changed his world.

He wanted to be friends with Dahlia.

He wanted to be by her side and talk and laugh.

He wanted to support her work and provide her with what she wanted.

He wanted to protect her from harm.

But this is not love, he doesn't want to be in love with Dahlia.

If they were in love, they would eventually break up. He might even hurt her.

Dalia didn't want to date him either.

The magic tool master never looked at him with eager eyes, and only wanted to protect him as a friend.

So he also wanted to stay with her as a friend.

With love and respect, without any evil thoughts.

Wolf looked up at the sky again.

The sky I see through the lens is so blue, and soon the dazzling sun will pass directly overhead.

However, the young man did not notice.

The golden eyes beneath the lenses were already filled with a gleam of admiration.

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Just after noon, Dahlia was checking the tarpaulin in the workshop when the doorbell rang.

I thought it was Irma, but when I opened the door it turned out to be Wolff who had just left early in the morning.

He also didn't forget to wear the fairy crystal glasses.

"Sorry for coming so suddenly. I wanted to give you the money for the glasses and this earlier."

Wolff spoke inexplicably fast.

He handed Dahlia a leather pouch of gold coins and a black leather briefcase.

That expression was just like a dog that had retrieved a ball thrown by its owner.

Dahlia tilted her head and wondered, could a pair of glasses make him so happy? He smiled and said:

"After much deliberation, I decided to have a notary draw up a document. I didn't want to burden an important friend."

"You wouldn't..."

She was filled with a foreboding feeling. When she opened the document, she saw the following words: "Dalia Rossetti and I are equal friends. She can speak freely and I will never think she is being rude."

A long essay is written at the end to supplement this paragraph.

Moreover, one piece of parchment was not enough, so two were used. She was hesitant to read it all.

What the hell - although it sounds a bit harsh, this is the only sentence that comes to her mind.

When I saw the notary's signature, it turned out to be Dominic from the Chamber of Commerce.

How would she face Dominic next time? How would she explain this to him?

Dahlia was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl under the bed in her room immediately.

"You really did it... Why did you go to the Merchant Guild?"

"I was worried that if I approached a notary public affiliated with the royal city or the nobility, they might make unwarranted assumptions. I explained to the Trade Guild, 'I'm discussing the production of magical tools with a magic tool maker and want to sign a document so they can speak to me without fear,' and Mr. Dominic volunteered to help."

"So that's it."

If that was the reason, Dominic should understand. She sincerely hoped so.

"Also, following Mr. Dominic's advice, I'd like to provide funding to the Roseti Chamber of Commerce through the Chamber of Commerce. Is that okay?"

"What?"

She didn't understand why Notary Dominic suggested that Wolff provide the funds.

The Roseti Chamber of Commerce has already gathered its investors and is not raising funds.

She founded this chamber of commerce just to purchase goods.

"I'm not trying to pressure you into making new waterproof cloth or empowering the sword. I'm actually trying to support you and hope you can create something as impressive as these glasses. Anyway, I have some unused savings. And Mr. Dominic said that with more nobles on the funding list, we'll have a better chance of buying a variety of materials..."

This reason deeply convinced her.

In Dominic's eyes, Wolf and Dalia were like children. He probably wanted Dalia to expand the scope of her material collection, so he tried to include the noble surname "Scafalot" in the funding list.

Since this can help you find more materials, use it.

After all, when it comes to finding materials, Wolff and she are, if not birds of a feather, then neighbors.

"...I understand. Thank you for your contribution to the Roseti Chamber of Commerce. I will treat this money as working capital and work hard to repay you."

"Thank you for agreeing to my unreasonable request. I will go through the formalities later. Also, whether it's related to me or not, you can tell me if you encounter any problems. The contract contains my contact information, including the barracks and home address. My status as a knight of the Royal City and the name of Scafalot should help you overcome any difficulties."

"Didn't you say you'd live among the people someday? This is an abuse of power."

"This isn't abuse. I'm just using my power effectively while I'm still in this house."

He is good-looking, but his personality is not so perfect.

He would take Dahlia's feelings into consideration. Sometimes he was like a child who liked to play pranks on others, and sometimes like a loyal dog. He had a casual side close to that of ordinary people, and a dark side similar to that of an aristocrat. Dahlia had no idea what this man was thinking.

It is best for mental health to give up speculation and treat all these aspects as Wolff does.

"Dalia, I really appreciate you."

Wolff suddenly bowed deeply.

Since yesterday, he, as a noble, has been bowing to the commoner Dalia.

Just as Dahlia was about to stop him, he raised his head and gave her a boyish smile.

"I'm so happy. I feel free when I walk around with these glasses. No one talks to me, and no one stares at me. Men don't gossip about me, and girls don't ask my name. I wasn't approached once on my way from the royal city today."

"……Very good."

Even hearing these words now, Dahlia still felt reluctant.

She wants Wolff to wear his glasses and enjoy walking down the street normally.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid my glasses might break, so I'd like a spare pair. But seeing how difficult it is to make, I certainly won't ask for one right away. Could you please make me another pair later? Any price is fine."

"Okay, I'll go find the Fairy Crystal and calculate the exact amount to take the job. What color do you want your next pair of glasses to be? I chose a light blue-gray color this time, but you're welcome to choose other colors."

The blue-gray glass combined with the fairy crystals formed the green eyes in front of me.

Maybe next time I can change the color of the glass and try to add other colors to the fairy crystals.

The most difficult part is not knowing whose eyes to use as a template.

"I want the same one as this one. After putting it on, I realized that the color of my eyes is very similar to yours."

"...Let's change it to a different color! A completely different color!"

"That's not what I meant! Wait, I want the same color!"

Dahlia suggested this shyly, but Wolf quickly rejected it.

She looked like a child trying hard to assert his opinion, and she couldn't help laughing.

"I'm just kidding. There are a lot of people with green eyes, so don't worry about it."

"okay, I get it."

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"No, judging by your clothes, you must be working, right? I don't want to disturb you, so I'll come next time. I'll send someone to let you know when I'm going on vacation. If you're free, I'd like to meet you."

"Okay, then let's give you the dagger next time."

"I'm very much looking forward to it."

She found it incredible that she had taken their next meeting for granted and was looking forward to it.

They had only met three times before, and today was the fourth time, but it felt like they had known each other for a long time.

"I'll come back another day."

"I'll wait for you."

Wolf took off his glasses and looked at Dahlia with his golden eyes.

The look in his eyes was like he was looking at someone important, and it even gave her an illusion for a moment.

He is indeed a top handsome man.

"Thank you. I'm going to go out on the street alone wearing my glasses."

He slowly put on his glasses and left along the same path with a smile on his face.

After watching him leave with brisk steps, Dahlia returned to the workshop.

She wants to finish all the tarps today.

Then, at night, he would drink red wine while thinking about new magical tools.

She is a magic tool maker at heart.

He has been staying with his father, a magic tool maker, since he was a child, and has always been following his father's back.

The magic tools made by Carlo Rossetti have changed the lives of many people and brought smiles to many people's faces.

Dalia was proud to be his daughter and respected her father very much.

She wants to continue making the magic tools her father invented.

I also hope that one day I can become a magic tool master like my father Carlo.

But she herself is also a magic tool master.

She wanted to use these hands to create new magical tools.

Bring to this world magical tools that make life easier and bring smiles to people's faces.

Not as Carlo's daughter, but as the magic tool maker Dalia, creating magic tools that can bring happiness to people -

If her father heard this, he would definitely smile and say "come on" to her.

The world thinks that the magic tool master is a mediocre profession.

Some people even mocked magical tool makers, saying they were inferior to mages and alchemists.

They don't have the same fancy attack magic as the magician, nor can they heal people.

They cannot create healing potions or precious metals like alchemists.

Even if you make a good magical tool, people will ask what the point of making such a thing is.

Sometimes I encounter people who don't read the manuals for their magic tools, and I complain to them that they don't know how to use them or that they're difficult to understand.

He has also been accused of being greedy for money because of the price of magical tools or profit contracts.

Invention relies entirely on trial and error, and the success rate of trial production is very low. I have also been discouraged by making a lot of failed products.

Even with careful assignment, high-quality materials are often ruined.

Despite this, Dahlia often feels fortunate to be a magic tool maker.

She was very happy that the magic tools she made could bring convenience and laughter to people.

The joy of seeing the magic tools I made improve people's happiness is addictive.

Sometimes she would think that this was why she was so addicted to the work of a magic tool maker.

Today is one of those days.