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

"Wolframe, safe and above all."

"We apologize for the inconvenience, Captain Grate"

Wolfe, finally freed from the infirmary, had come to the captain's office of the Demon Crusade Unit.

A man with a disappointing body like a rock is staring at this one with red eyes from across the desk.

Marquis Grate Bartolone, head of the Demon Crusade Unit.

He is an active knight, already close to the age of 50, but takes part not only in the captainship but also in crusades.

"They took you to the infirmary first, but are you hurt?

"No problem. It's just mild inflammation of the eyes caused by demonic blood."

Since then, Wolfe has been strangled right to the infirmary.

The diagnosis is mild fatigue and anaemia. As for the eyes, there was mild inflammation and they washed them immediately and were given eye drops.

I said it wasn't a big deal, but the doctors were angry because my buddies followed me and made a scene, and all but Wolfe were being slammed out into the hallway.

"Sit over there. Get a background report"

Jaw (chin) space for visitors in the room and move them both.

I sat opposite the couch with a glossy black table. There's only two of us in the big room.

"I'll report you. After being captured by Wyburn, he stabbed Wyburn with a sword in the air and fell into the woods. We have confirmed Wyburn's death. Then, for two days, he ran in the direction of the Wang capital, helped by citizens in the streets, assisted with potions and food, and travelled by carriage to the Wang capital. After contacting Royal Castle from West Gate, we returned to the castle."

"I'm lucky and above all. You sure Wyburn did it?

"Yes, twice, confirmed death."

To Wolfe's words, Grate nodded, OK.

"Wyburn is a dragon breed. Even though he was captured and transported, he dropped it by himself, so don't be the honorable dragon killer."

"No, I handled it in the troops first, and it just fell because I was weak. We accept the malfunction of being captured by Wyburn, the responsibility of a two-day search in a squad, and any disposition."

I told Dali it was a reflection sentence, but if Wyburn went to people like that, it would be catastrophic. Wolfe thought he was likely to be disposed of.

But the captain in front of him shakes his head to the side.

"I finished it exactly, no problem. Instead, it's a dragon killer, even a recommendation to the Kingsguard?

"No, thank you."

"You're the only one running away from a Kingsguard recommendation."

"... I will consider leaving if recommended"

If he doesn't want it, he can't help it.

Grate laughs bitterly when she sees her expression disappear from Wolfe's face.

I also tried recommending it when I had finished the big guy before, but this guy said no in the same word.

It seems that the Kingsguard, which is supposed to be a knight's admiration, is the only place this man wants to escape.

"Well, that's what Wyburn took you in the fight. You think I was willing to 'shield' a human being?

"I don't know. But if you shield people, I don't think it's an effective way because the Wizard can't strike magic and can't use the Knight's Reinforced Bow."

"That's your first case in a squad crusade. I hope the lizards don't get into trouble wisdom..."

Grate looked sinister with her hands on her thinning hair of dark ash.

"If the next time I get caught, I won't hesitate to tell you to hit me"

"Fool. You'll get hit if I get caught, I won't forgive you. Besides, whoever gets caught, you just have to train them to drop it."

"I'm sorry"

Grate sighed within.

The man with the too neat face in front of him - Wolframe Scalfalot.

He enlisted at the age of 17, hoping for immediate and dangerous' Red Armor (Scarlet Armor) ', and in just six months he began to take on that role.

Until today, I have encountered many dangerous situations, but I have never been seriously injured.

He was slapped in the pussy with the reckless in the first few years, but is now highly regarded as a 'competent and courageous knight' from within and outside the squad.

Volfredo has no attacking magic or healing magic that is often held if you are a nobleman.

Only physical enhancement by magic.

That's it, head flat to the demons, run, slaughter, just repeat avoidance.

And when it's effective in crusading, or for the sake of the squad, it runs flat into abandonment behavior. So reckless rather than courageous, or so hasty to death.

At first I thought about how much I wanted a martial arts medal or the type to get drunk on self-sacrifice, but we were fighting together and found out it wasn't.

This man has no feelings. There is no fear. Nor do I seek merit.

It's just that if you think "this should be the case" on the role, you're just trying to make it up to you carelessly.

Demon Crusade Squad, so fight strong demons for granted.

Red Armor (Scarlet Armor), so take on the dangerous front line and the Shinkansen.

For him it is a role, nothing more or less.

Grate was worried that Wolfe wouldn't weigh herself down to this point.

"Take a vacation until your eyes are completely cured. Just take six days off from tomorrow, get a doctor's diagnosis, and then come back. If it doesn't heal, go to the temple. I'll give you what it takes."

"Okay. Thank you."

Wolfe coughed lightly and corrected her posture once.

"Captain Grate, I have one favor to ask you."

"What, you want a demon sword because you're a dragon killer?

"I'm not talking about that."

The only thing Wolf comes to his story is the story of the Devil's Sword.

Grate has a demon sword called Ash Hand, so he showed it to Wolf several times, even outside of the crusade.

The year I just came in, despite repeatedly saying, 'Ash hands (ash hands) burn when they touch anything but themselves,' he asked me to try them, and I was burned brilliantly.

If we're talking about the Devil's Sword, Wolfe and I are going to be able to have a drink overnight.

Most importantly, they have a different wish today.

"He seems more of a merchant to help out in the woods, so I'd like to ask for a letter of introduction to the commercial guild. I haven't even paid for the potion yet."

"Have you forgotten the name of the store?

"No, he says he doesn't need to pay. He asked me to think of him as the support of a common man because he's being looked after in a demonic crusade. When I kept trying to talk, the next carriage came..."

"Have you escaped? Wasn't that a reason?

To Grate's words, Wolfe frowned slightly.

"What can you think of as a translation?

"Illegal sampling and other countries... it doesn't make much sense to be in the West Forest"

"I don't think he's like that"

"And then... what seems possible is that you don't want your wife or sister to meet you at the house or at the store?

"I need to... I think"

Unfortunately, Wolfe's once-stopped voice was completely positive.

Out of the blue, half the words I joked about might have hit me.

This man's appearance catches my eye anyway.

A rare combination of height and golden eyes on dark hair.

"Too neat to dislike, rather I don't need that much," the crew teased me enough.

Even if he doesn't want to, he's long enough to take away the women's gaze anyway.

The crew told me that there is a manual on how to say no when a relative woman or friend tells me to introduce Wolfe.

Honestly, if I had a daughter, I wouldn't want him to see me if I could.

"... I still ask you. If you can, I'd like to thank you."

"Ok, I'll write it now, just wait like this"

While only slightly sympathetic to the young man, who began to subtly drift dark signs, Grate returns to his desk to run his pen.

The parchment ink was dried immediately using a hairdryer.

"I hope you find your benefactor"

Receiving the references offered, Wolfe bowed her head deeply.

And a slightly slower walk than when I came, after the captain's office.

"... If Dali has a lover, you can meet him in some cafeteria or tavern and he'll be fine..."

The brunette youth twinkle was heard only in the hallway.

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