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

The coat is a little short for his tall figure, but these are extraordinary times, so I hope he can be more understanding.

"I'm so sorry to trouble you so much."

"nothing."

Dahlia poured the red wine into a glass and handed it to Wolf along with the bread and sausage.

"These are just some simple dishes. Please enjoy them if you don't mind."

"Thank you. I'll be happy to help you then."

Dahlia knew that if she didn't start first, the young nobleman would definitely not dare to move, so she started eating without looking at Wolf.

She took a bite of the rye bread, and the cheese on top melted and went really well with the mulled wine. The goat's milk cheese had a unique flavor, but it went really well with the rye bread.

She picked up the stick still hanging from the sausage and took a bite. The crisp texture, the overflowing gravy, and the spices that became more fragrant the more she chewed were so delicious that she almost wanted a beer.

After eating for a while, Dahlia secretly glanced at Wolf and saw him eating with a smile on his face. Fortunately, the food was to his liking.

The food was cleared out in no time, and the way he ate was very refreshing.

"I haven't felt a meal was this delicious in a long time..."

Wolfe muttered after taking a breath after finishing his meal.

He hadn't eaten for two days, so of course he thought it was delicious.

They sat by the river in the gentle breeze, listening to the sounds of the river and the campfire, and Dahlia poured Wolf a second glass of red wine.

The young man thanked him and took the drink, blinking frequently as he drank.

"How are your eyes?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, but both my eyes are a little blurry."

"It would be better to go back to the city and see a doctor."

"Okay, I will."

The smoke changed direction with the wind. Dahlia looked at the simple clothes drying rack. Fortunately, the clothes drying rack was not affected by the smoke. The dark gray clothes swayed slightly in the wind.

Wind magic can speed up the drying process, but unfortunately Dahlia does not have wind attributes.

Just as she was about to turn her gaze back, she noticed the tattered armor on the ground.

The shoulder area was completely gone, but the chest guard was a deep red and didn't look like it was stained with blood.

"...Mr. Wolf, are you the Red Armor?"

"Yes."

He nodded generously.

"Red Armor" is the most famous position in the monster subjugation force.

Those wearing "crimson armor" are the vanguard of the team, responsible for taking the lead in attacking monsters.

The striking red armor is often the target of monsters and is often used as bait. Even when preparing to retreat after a defeat, it is vulnerable to attack.

Therefore, it is said that Red Armor is the job with the highest risk of losing one's life in the high-risk monster subjugation team.

"I'm not that strong, I'm just quick and good at distracting monsters."

"yes……"

He smiled quietly, without a trace of tragedy in his expression. But Dalia was still speechless after hearing this.

She suddenly remembered the day her father died.

Last year, when the landscape was greener than it is now, they had lunch together and her father went to the Trade Guild alone. When she heard that her father had collapsed and rushed to his place, he was already a cold corpse.

Her father was still very energetic when he spoke in the morning. Dalia never expected that she would be separated from him forever.

Why did she think of this at this time?

Bitter memories made Dahlia lower her eyes and stare at the red wine in the glass.

"...This black coat reminds me of a trend from last spring."

“…Tide?”

Hearing Wolfe's muttering, Dahlia mechanically responded and took a sip of red wine.

"Yeah, if I forget I'm not wearing anything underneath and accidentally take off my coat in front of women when I get back to town, passersby will probably think I'm a pervert. I'll probably call the guards over."

"puff!"

The red wine in Dahlia's mouth sprayed out.

By the way, there's a saying in this world that "there are more metamorphosis in spring."

"Please don't say that while I'm drinking, okay...!"

She couldn't help but raise her voice.

"Sorry, it just occurred to me..."

The young man in front of him laughed heartily.

This smile completely destroyed Wolf's original image of a knight and aristocrat.

"Thank you for your concern for Chi Kai, but this job isn't as dangerous as the rumors say. You look so sad, I don't know what to say... I'm sorry for saying such stupid things."

"No, I'm the one who feels sorry..."

"This is the tone I usually speak. Can I talk to you like this? And I also hope that you can chat with me in a relaxed tone."

"……good."

Dahlia replied in a deliberately rude tone.

It seemed that he told that silly joke just to make Dalia happy.

"Mr. Dali, do you like magical tools?"

"I like it very much. My job is also related to magic."

When asked this question suddenly, Dahlia answered without any affectation, and Wolf seemed very happy to hear it.

Those beautiful golden eyes gleamed as they looked back at Dahlia.

"Then I want to ask you a question. Are there swords among the common magical tools? I haven't seen any yet."

"I don't think there are swords, but there are kitchen knives that are magically imbued. Swords are usually forged by blacksmiths, and if there are any magical imbuements, they are probably done by magicians or alchemists."

As far as Dahlia knew, the makers of magical tools in this world could be roughly divided into three types.

The first type is the magician.

In Dahlia's eyes, they were like magicians, a group of people who were good at external magic such as attack and recovery.

Those who are good at offensive magic usually join the national magic corps or become adventurers; those who are good at healing magic can choose to become priests, knights or adventurers.

Some of them also make magical tools and call themselves magical tool makers.

The second type is the alchemist.

Alchemists are good at using creative magic to create various things, such as recovery potions, precious metals, golems, etc.

Among them, many are skilled in bestowing magic, and some also serve as magic tool masters.

The third type is the magic tool master.

Their job is to create magical tools using materials and techniques, and sometimes they also use magic to grant magic. Most magical tool makers cannot use attack and recovery magic, or most of them have low magic power.

Unfortunately, the status of a magical tool maker is often lower than that of a magician or alchemist.

In addition to these three types of people, there are also people who make magic tools for academic needs or for fun. Making magic tools is not a special thing in this world.

"What kind of magic is bestowed upon the kitchen knife?"

"The most common ones are rust-proof and wear-free, those are probably the two."

"Rust-proof and wear-resistant, it would be very convenient to add it to a sword."

"What is the gift of the sword you use?"

"Most of the troops' swords have their hardness reinforced, but mine still broke."

"Oh, yes, do you have a sword?"

Dahlia was worried that his sword had fallen in the forest.

"My sword broke at the root after it pierced the dragon, so I threw it away."

"Are you going to subjugate a flying dragon this time?"

Flying dragonIt is a very difficult monster to deal with, with strong wings and sharp claws on its feet.

Dahlia thought of the horrifying wound on Wolf's shoulder, which must have been the claw mark of a flying dragon.

"Yes, it's a red dragon. We defeated one, and a second one appeared. It was injured and grabbed me in its claws and fled into the air. Because I was caught by it, the magician couldn't attack it with magic, and the knight couldn't use the enhanced bow. I'll probably be scolded when I return to the city, and I'll have to write a letter of apology..."

"Wow... You're lucky to be alive after being caught..."

"Fortunately, I stabbed the dragon hard from below, and it let me go. Falling from the air was more terrifying. Fortunately, I had my body strengthened, and the trees cushioned my landing, so I was safe."

"It still sounds dangerous..."

"No, those who have undergone physical enhancements are less likely to get hurt. There are also people in the team who are skilled in healing magic, so few people die during missions."

Dalia understood that this meant that people would still die.

"By the way, Mr. Dali, have you seen 'The Magic Sword'?"

"I saw the 'Demon Sword of Flame' at the Merchant Guild. No one could pull it out, so I only saw the appearance."

The magic sword is one of the items that adds a touch of fantasy to this world.

Sometimes spirits, holy spirits, and heroic spirits will attach themselves to weapons or armor, making the items stronger than usual and granting them special abilities.

In the past, the Merchant Guild purchased the Demon Sword of Flame as a commodity.

The scabbard and hilt of the magic sword were red, with ornate gold decorations on them. Unfortunately, no one could pull it open, so Dahlia didn't get to see the blade.

The Flame Demon Sword was later auctioned off, with a starting price of one hundred gold coins, an extremely high price. After a fierce bidding war, the sword was purchased by a well-known adventurer.

"I also want to see the Demonic Sword of Flame..."

"Does Mr. Wolfe often see the Demon Sword?"

"The one I see most often is the demonic sword of the Monster Suppression Corps captain. It's called 'Gray Hand'. When it pierces anything, it catches fire and instantly burns it to ash. It's the vampire's standard demonic sword, passed down through the captain's family for generations, and it's quite famous in the country. No one except the captain can pull it out, and anyone who touches it while doing so will get burned."

That sword sounds like an advanced version of the Flame Demon Sword.

The young man in front of me might have also been burned by the gray hand.

"There are two famous masterless swords in the city, but unfortunately, they are not compatible with the swords, and no one can pull them out. I also tried to pull them out after joining the Knights, but I couldn't pull them out either time."

"Is it because of the nature of the magic? Or does it require some special qualifications?"

"It's said that the city's demonic sword requires a noble soul and a strong sense of mission. I don't have either, so of course I can't pull it out."

Wolff laughed heartily after he said this, and was quite straightforward about it.

"I heard there's a 'Talking Magic Sword' overseas, but I haven't seen it."

"A Talking Magic Sword seems very convenient for those traveling alone or without friends..."

"Mr. Daly, that's a bit harsh."

"It would be more convenient if you could help with directions."

Dalia couldn't help but say this as she thought of the voice navigation and smartphone map in her previous life.

"Then it's not a magic sword, but a 'talking map', right?"

Wolff was right; he might be well suited to being an inventor.

Dalia curiously asked about other types.

"Are there talking shields and armor?"

"I've never heard of a shield, maybe someone has it in their private collection. And if armor could talk, wouldn't it be like a headless knight? I don't want to wear that kind of armor."

"Mr. Wolfe, have you ever seen the Headless Horseman?"

headless riderIt was a monster unique to fantasy worlds. Dalia didn't want to encounter it, but if she were safe, she'd like to observe it closely. She wondered how it operated.