Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore

Leaving the green tower, he returned to the royal castle in the morning, but it only took a little while to appraise and register his glasses.

Appraisers at the gate told me that the development of eyeglasses for cognitive inhibition has been going on for some time now, and has produced quite a bit of results as well. I couldn't even ask where I bought my glasses.

Strangely, however, the 'atmosphere-changing effect' of the glasses only worked on Wolfe.

Even if the appraiser wears it for confirmation, it just slightly changes the colour of the eyes in the minutes of the coloured glass, and it doesn't change the feel of the face.

Not to mention, "Isn't the original eye done too differently in the first place".

"I'm sure it's exclusively for beautiful boys," she finished laughing at the soldier who was beside her.

After that I tried to rest in my own room in the barracks, but I woke up right after just a little sleep. When you take a bath in the water, get well and get out of the city again.

I left the royal castle and headed towards the crowded central district. It's just time for the market to crash.

Store destinations lined with vegetables and cereals like mountains, ice on the table, and meat and fish piled on top of them, flowers with a huge hug, spices that smell violent.

The streets where they line up long are so crowded that they seem to run out of breath when it comes to early mornings.

It was like a flood of sounds, with seller voices, pricey voices, greetings and chatter.

When Wolfe held down his glasses only once, he got into it early enough.

In the crowd, he's different from a lot of people, but nobody looks at Wolfe.

Occasionally, even if my lens glasses with my length and color are rare or my gaze is off for just a moment, I immediately get interested and go elsewhere. I had no feverish gaze to tease myself, no heavy gaze, no bumpy gaze.

Just a city, just a crowd.

What could be disputed in it was terribly fresh.

It's something that was right in front of you and not normal to you.

I just walked while I felt that I was finally part of the King's Capital.

As I kept walking, I even came to Central Park where I came yesterday.

I see a shadow of people preparing stalls in the street, but I don't see them in the park.

Wolfe went to the bench where she sat with Dahlia yesterday, feeling the green and floral scent in the park.

I went to the bench, and, uh, looked up at the sky.

The sky is cloudless and blue everywhere.

In the sky, the slightest bluish of the lens of the glasses overlaps to be bluer.

That bluish smudged his eyes too much, and Wolfe spilled a grain of tears.

Since I was a child, most things other than magic could be done without bitterness.

Studies, swords and courtesies required no effort to do as much as was expected of him as the four men of the Earl of Scalfalot family.

As the son of a third lady without a title, he spent his days by reference to that extent in such a way that he was less conspicuous than his brothers above.

My mother lived without liberty as the Third Lady of the Count's family, but sometimes, she looked out with her glassball-like eyes.

Originally, my mother was an escort to the Duchess, but was strongly wished for by my father and my mother's home decided to marry her. They said there were a lot of balls around them. My mother herself wanted to remain a knight.

My mother excelled in the magic of water and even managed to put out an ice sword (ice sword) to fight.

And he was a beautiful man with glossy dark hair and snowy skin.

If you have a child with your mother, you will have an even more magical, good at water magic, or, even with that magic, if you have a daughter with a good appearance, you will be able to give it to your daughter-in-law to a noble nobleman?

That's what my father would have expected.

But I was born with the hassle of none of the five greatest magical talents for nobility. Besides, he wasn't a daughter with a prominent appearance, he was a son.

Apparently my father wasn't interested in me. I can't remember talking intimately.

"You can use physical enhancement, so Volfredo just needs to be a knight"

That's what my mother told me, and I learned my sword.

To my young self, my mother's guidance was quite harsh, but no matter how much I waved my sword, I would never surpass my brothers who aspired to be a magician. I could immerse myself without thinking.

Was my mother to encourage herself, she often read books in which knights work?

I admired the Devil's Sword there.

Even if you can't use magic, a demon sword can wield it.

I dreamed that if I did, I would be able to be strong beyond the Mother of the Magic Swordsman, unbeatable by anyone, capable of being a strong knight.

It was quick to show off that dreams could be shattered.

When I was in elementary school, I went out to the territory with the combination of my father's First Lady and his child, his uppermost brother, his Third Lady, his mother and himself. It was supposed to be a safe road trip, with enough carriages and enough escorts.

But he was attacked by a large number of bandits close to the Wang capital.

My mother hid herself under the carriage seat and jumped out.

The screams of the men, the sounds of a fire magical explosion, the bumps of a sword - when it was only a little quieter, glancing through the window, my mother had been stabbed in the shoulder in front of the carriage in which the First Lady was riding.

On the wall of the carriage there was a long sword for protection. My mother's body was already two on the ground when she bit off her rattling teeth and jumped out with it with her trembling hands.

Whether you screamed, angry, or cried, and then the sound thrown out of your throat, I don't remember it in my ear.

The memory from it is perforated.

If I had slashed them to soak between the men, my vision would have stained bright red, and then darkened.

Next thing I knew, it was on the temple's treatment bed. I remember my arms and right leg being oddly clean.

My father beside me asked me about my mother's death and the safety of the First Lady and my brother. Then he said, 'Well fought,' and he was hugged in pain.

That's what I'll ever remember, just a one-time father's embrace.

Would my mother not have died if I had left the carriage sooner?

Would my mother not have died if I had been stronger?

Would I have saved my mother if I had a demon sword for myself that I could not use magic?

A few days after I just cried and awesome with my accompanying samurai at the temple, when I returned to the mansion, a lot was over.

The Second Lady's real father was ill and dead, and the Second Brother, going on a long ride, had fallen horseback and died.

The Second Lady was heard to have entered the monastery for the condolences of her deceased real father and son.

Even the child's own, I knew exactly what it meant.

People are much scarier than swords. And my father's scared, too. I just understood that.

As I grew up remaining unstable, the women around me, some of the men, changed. The hot gaze, the squeaky voice, the obvious invitation, they were all just gloomy.

The next thing that changed was the men.

More jealousy and slander, even when we finally made friends, took the form of women ripping us apart, and the misconceptions around us increased.

Looking for new friends and misunderstandings became a hassle and I just immersed myself in the workout of my sword.

When I joined the Knights, I heard that I was less connected to people, and I wanted the Demon Crusade Squad.

I wanted red armor (scarlet armor) because the role was just right for me. No one is in trouble where they are gone.

Hang out with your squad friends appropriately, enjoy a pretty good drink and meal, and indulge in workouts.

I thought that eventually I would either die fighting demons or do this until I quit my knight.

Still, I had dreams, like a curse, like a prayer.

I want my demon sword.

With the Devil's Sword, you might win even if you fought my mother, who was a magic swordsman.

I've never been able to save you yet, maybe I can save my mother that day I dream about it.

Though I knew that was the dream that never came true.

Remove the glasses once and call back.

Every time I look at these glasses, I think back to the figure of one magic conductor.

The day he fell with Wyburn and went through the woods, he was helped by a young man named Dali.

Talking, I had so much fun, I just desperately hoped to see him again.

The wish came true, and after the reunion we talked about the Devil's Sword and the Devil's Instrument, we ate and drank together. Everything was fun.

The Dali, Dalya Rossetti, was a magician.

When I was giving the lens magic, there was a waterfall sweat flowing from her forehead. It's going to get into my eyes. I stuffed it unconstructively with my sleeves, and even if my makeup came off together, my gaze wouldn't shine at all.

On that face, my gaze was completely taken away.

I had never seen a woman so sincere and beautiful in her face before in her life.

Later, these glasses were handed to me.

She gave herself a normal view with these glasses using fairy crystals.

And he let me blend in with the king's capital.

I only met him three times, and he changed my world.

I just want Darya's friendship.

I just want to laugh and talk with you next door.

I want to support her as a magic conductor, I want to give her what she wants.

If anything harms her, I want to protect myself from it.

But this is not love. I don't want to be in a romantic relationship with Darya.

If that happens, one day we'll break up. I might even hurt her myself.

Darya doesn't want a romantic relationship with herself either.

A demon conductor who didn't turn a feverish glance at himself once just tried to protect himself as a friend.

So I'll be next to her, as a friend.

No evil thoughts, just fraternity and respect for her.

Wolfe looked up at the sky again.

The sky over the lens is very blue. Soon the shining sun will pass.

And the youth don't notice.

that there is a glow of love in the gold under the lens, by the way.