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

It can not only cool you down, but also looks beautiful, and the maker is the excellent magic tool maker Dahlia. It's perfect.

"Anyway, turn off the switch first. You won't be able to laugh if you get frostbite."

Dahlia finished speaking calmly, and Wolf suddenly became curious about something.

"Dalia, can I flip the switch and swing my sword hard? I want to see if the ice around the blade will fall off."

"You can, but be careful not to get frostbite. And you never know where the ice will go..."

"Got it. I'll go for an interview outside."

To prevent the ice from flying around the room, Wolf took a few steps outside the green tower and raised the dagger with his right hand.

He pressed the switch all the way down and swung it hard towards the deserted yard.

“…Hmm!”

"Wolf!"

The unexpected situation frightened him, and Dalia was calling his name at the same time.

The ice on the dagger suddenly thickened, and even the handle began to be covered with ice.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault..."

"No, it's my fault. I pressed the switch too hard, and then accidentally pulled on the hilt before swinging the sword."

His right hand and the hilt of his sword were completely covered in white ice, as if he had put his hand into a snowball.

Although it was cold, the wonderful sight made him smile.

"Wait, wait a minute! Ah, go to the bathroom! I'll run some hot water to melt the ice for you!"

"No need, just break the ice here."

"What if my hands get smashed too!"

"I'll use my body to strengthen myself, so I'll be fine."

"But if I get cut by the sliding ice..."

"Then apply a healing potion. If it gets worse, go to the temple. So it's okay... Dahlia?"

Dahlia gripped Wolf's left hand with a strength she had never felt before. Her lips were tightly pursed, her green eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Wolf in a pleading manner.

Now he had no way of escaping.

"Wolver, let's go to the bathroom!"

"……good."

Dalia led him to the bathroom on the third floor and asked him to sit on the bathroom chair.

In her panic, she turned on the wrong water heater, and the showerhead sprayed a large amount of warm water, splashing everywhere. But seeing her serious face, Wolff didn't know what to say.

He could only let Dalia hold his hand and keep pouring hot water on him.

Fortunately, the ice melted quickly and he was neither injured nor frostbitten.

The dagger also turned off the switch and stopped working.

"It's all melted. Are you really okay? Does it hurt your hand?"

"No, I can still move. Nothing's wrong."

"That's great. I don't know what I would do if you were hurt... Oh, sorry I got your shirt wet..."

Wolfe felt a little embarrassed that Dahlia was so worried even though there was nothing serious.

"I'm really fine."

Dahlia let go of Wolf's still cold hand, and he was nostalgic for the warmth.

He raised his eyes to shake off the feeling, but his whole body froze in shock.

"Dalia, um... you should change your clothes, or you might catch a cold..."

Her white short-sleeved top and linen skirt were both soaked by the hot water.

The clothes clung to the skin, accentuating the body lines, and in some places became transparent, leaving Wolfe unsure where to look.

"Yeah, you're really soaked. I'm going to go change. You're still cold, so take a hot shower to avoid catching a cold. I'll get your work clothes up from downstairs. You can change into your work shirt while I use the hair dryer to dry your shirt."

"Sorry to trouble you so much..."

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. I should have paid more attention to the direction of the ice magic stone."

Dahlia lowered her head with a gloomy expression.

Wolff saw her emerge from the bathroom and unbutton her wet shirt. Her fingers were still cold, and they struggled to move. He finally finished undressing and turned the water on full blast.

"...I'm so ashamed."

He said this and sighed deeply.

Dahlia didn't care that her clothes were wet, but Wolf felt a wave of emotion inside and felt ashamed.

He's not a teenage boy. It's really disrespectful to Dalia that she's so worried about him.

I've been feeling a little weird lately.

It could be due to insufficient training or excess physical strength.

I'll go for a long run when I get back to the barracks, or find someone to spar with at the practice range. Or maybe I should go have a drink with Dolino and then go to Red Street—Wolf thought about this and shook his head.

He shouldn't be thinking about this here. At least, not around Dahlia.

Wolff turned the faucet to cold water and poured it over his head.

Keep flushing until your body is completely cold.

"...I'm so ashamed."

Dahlia hurried back to her room to change her clothes, then returned to the workshop downstairs and sighed deeply.

Her negligence nearly caused Wolfe to be injured.

She suggested making an ice sword for fun, but she thought it was easy to make, so she took it lightly and impulsively made this product.

As a magic tool master, she forgot the dangers of magic tools. It can only be said that she was too excited.

When she used hot water to melt the ice on Wolf's hands, the cold feeling made her shudder.

Perhaps it was because the word "Last Supper" mentioned when we talked about the expedition today was still lingering in her mind.

If Wolff also became cold one day - she almost cried just thinking about it.

It wasn't until Wolfe said he was fine that she finally came to her senses.

Then, she casually said something that came to her mind, apologized, and fled the bathroom.

The Red Armor that served in the monster-suppression force was Wolf's own choice.

It is disrespectful to doubt his ability, to worry about him without authorization, or even to panic about him.

She wasn't Wolff's family or lover. She shouldn't be worried, but should be supporting him.

All I have to do is act as a friend and create a magic tool or magic sword that can help him.

But when she thought of that cold feeling, she still felt so heartbroken that she felt embarrassed.

She didn't want Wolf to know that she was such a coward.

Dahlia tried to change her mind, and the image of Wolf with his black hair and shirt wet appeared in her mind.

"In Japan, they use the phrase 'so handsome' to describe a handsome guy..."

She muttered to herself as she recalled the proverbs from her previous life, and her face turned red five seconds later.

Volume 3 ◆ Purple Bicorn

"Wolf, you just returned to the barracks this morning. Did you just take a shower? Your hair is still wet."

"No, I'm going to shower after my morning exercise. It's really hot today anyway, and I'm sweating just by moving, and I'm too lazy to dry myself off."

"Self-directed morning exercise? We have more training to do later..."

In the Monster Suppression Force's waiting room, Dolino stared at Wolf in amazement.

Today we have been doing physical training such as running in the morning, and in the afternoon we will be divided into groups for combat training.

The weather was so hot and the schedule was so full that Dolino couldn't understand why Wolf still wanted to do morning exercises on his own.

"I did morning exercises with my senior, but I only completed half of his..."

Kirk was following behind Wolfe, but Wolfe had blocked his view, so Dorino didn't see him. His hair was also wet.

Kirk has been working with Wolfe a lot lately, and just now he accompanied him to morning exercise.

"What did you do for your morning exercise?"

"I ran ten laps around the army's training ground and swung my sword five hundred times."

"Isn't it weird to do so much practice before training?"

Running a lap around the perimeter of the military training ground was quite a distance. The point was, the military's morning training required running ten laps. This wasn't the proper amount of exercise for a pre-breakfast warm-up.

"No, Wolfe-senpai practices twice as much as I do..."

"Wolver, are you losing weight so you can jump higher?"

Dolino asked jokingly, but Wolff had a serious expression on his face, not smiling at all.

"...I haven't been sleeping well these past few days. I want to use up some energy so I can sleep better at night."

"Why don't we go to the infirmary and get some sleeping pills?"

"Dolino, sleeping pills don't work on me or Wolf."

Randolph whispered beside him.

Wolff and Randolph were both from earl families. To prevent drugging, they had to get used to sleeping pills early on. However, Wolff didn't start practicing until he entered the academy.

"Ah, I think so. I heard you mention it before. Sorry, I forgot."

"Um, how about asking the magician to cast a sleeping spell?"

"Sleep magic is short-lived."

"That's right, it seems like only three hours..."

A closer look reveals noticeable dark circles under Wolff's eyes. He takes his health very seriously, which is unusual for him.

Dolino patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"Wolf, if you want to sleep so badly, why don't we go to the red-light district and find the beautiful older sister..."

"Issuing an emergency subjugation order. All personnel on standby today, assemble!"

Dolino was halfway through his words when someone behind him spoke loudly.

Monster Suppression Captain Goulart hurried into the standby room. Seeing his solemn expression, the other members of the team also grew nervous.

Team members outside and in other rooms were also urgently recalled, and the standby room was crowded with people.

"A purple bicorn has appeared at the water source of the Southern Trunk Road. Urgently dispatch to subdue it!"

The air in the waiting room suddenly became heavy.

Some held their foreheads with their hands, some pursed their lips, and even the usually calm senior knights frowned.

"We've found four so far, but there may be more..."

Hearing Gulat's low voice, the team members who usually don't talk much began to whisper.

“…I don’t want to go.”

"I really want to avoid..."

“There’s nothing I can do… There’s really nothing I can do…”

Behind the knights with distorted expressions, a new knight tilted his head.

"Is the Purple Bicorn really that strong?"

"Oh, you haven't encountered one yet? The Purple Bicorn is a very bad mutant monster. It's not very powerful in combat, but it can cause strong hallucinations."

"How intense is it?"