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

Could the world Dalia lived in before her birth be a celestial realm or a dreamlike world? He could believe this with all his heart, but others might not. Would his daughter be looked at differently? Would she be gossiped about behind her back? No, compared to such trivial matters, would her talent bring danger?

Out of concern, he asked his daughter to promise him not to tell anyone and asked her to forget about it.

From then on, Dalia was never mentioned again.

He hoped that it was just a common delusion of children, and that he had sealed this memory at some point.

After graduation, Dalia's talent began to bear fruit. Whether as a father or a master magician, he didn't want to stop her.

Yet, his daughter could be poached by that man, just as his father and he were. He worried—and today, his anxiety felt even more real.

Carlo returned to the hall, looked for his fellow magicians, and greeted everyone.

Then he said that he was going to continue the party with his friends and left the venue early.

The destination was the Orlando Chamber of Commerce. As soon as he saw him, his best friend finished work early.

The two of them went straight to the pub they often visited, entered a private room, and complained and discussed their troubles while drinking.

Hair dryers, water heaters, voice transmitters. There are countless ways to abuse magical tools. However, magical tools are meant to help people improve their quality of life, not for that kind of use. After hearing his opinion, his best friend calmly said:

"Carlo, how the 'Giant Chopper' is used depends entirely on the will of the user, right? Some people use it as a 'great sword', not just to dismember large fish. Of course, there are also uses the maker couldn't have foreseen."

He couldn't respond right away. However, as he said.

His best friend poured him a glass of wine and comforted him: "You are drunk. You have been daydreaming too much today. Just think about what you can do now. If you have any problems, come to me immediately." So he swallowed his uneasiness with wine.

It was already late at night when they returned to the Green Tower. The lights in the house were off, so Dalia was probably asleep.

He drank so much wine but was not drunk at all. Out of desperation, Carlo secretly opened the expensive red wine hidden in the work area and poured it into the measuring cup used for work.

He must have drunk too much today, which caused him to talk nonsense. There's no point worrying about such things.

They've probably poached many other magic tool makers. It was just a coincidence they came to him, no big deal. He and Dalia would live a peaceful life as usual in the future—he tried to think so, but his fists clenched unconsciously.

A stable life that was taken for granted—such a thing did not exist, and Carlo knew it all too well.

"I hope we can be together forever."

The beautiful red-haired wife smiled brightly among the colorful dahlias.

Hearing Teresa's words, he smiled and replied, "What are you talking about? We will be together forever."

At that time, she also returned the same smile.

Just having her by his side makes money, titles, and fame seem insignificant.

Carlo felt from the bottom of his heart that as long as Theresa was there, nothing else was needed.

But he lost her in the blink of an eye, like sand flowing out of his palm.

What if even Dalia was taken away from him, just like he had to let go of his wife's hand—

He should fight to the end at all costs.

Neither he nor Dalia could create magical tools that would harm others.

What the two of them want to create is magical tools that make daily life more convenient and bring people laughter.

A magical tool that brings happiness.

If he was unable to do so and was affected, he would protect his daughter at all costs. No matter if they were from the intelligence department or high-ranking nobles, no, even if they were royalty, they would never be able to use Dahlia.

As a father, I must protect my daughter to the end. Even if it means sacrificing my own life—

He has the heart, but not the power.

The barony was limited to one generation, his property was modest, and he had no reliable relatives.

Fortunately, he had many friends and companions.

“…Everyone, please take care of Dahlia…”

He said it deliberately to reconfirm.

Even though he couldn't protect his daughter on his own, he didn't have to worry as long as his friends and companions were willing to help.

There are many things I, a clumsy person, cannot do for Dalia and cannot tell her.

Therefore, until now, he has used the excuse of "owing someone a favor" to secretly ask others to lend a hand when Dahlia needs help. Many people laughed at his request, but no one refused.

I'll continue to do this secretly in the future.

I continue to ask everyone to take care of Dahlia on his behalf if anything happens to him.

One person cannot do it. I hope everyone can gather the strength of two, four, or eight people, and repeat this process to become a shield to protect Dahlia.

He knew very well that this was a selfish wish.

I hope my worries are just unfounded. It would be best if there were no surprises.

It would be best if Dalia never knew about this.

"You're back... Uh, Dad, why are you drinking again!"

Dalia woke up and ran downstairs in her pajamas.

"You smell so strong of alcohol... You've had too much to drink! Didn't I tell you not to drink at home on days when you're drinking outside?"

The cursing voice sounded a bit like Theresa's, but it was definitely from a different person, and it sounded quite harsh.

As for the content and tone of the scolding, it was more like Sophia, the maid who had worked in the tower, than his wife.

Not only that, but he also looked a bit like his mother, even though he didn't want to admit it.

"Ah, the moonlight is beautiful, so I'd like to have a drink..."

Outside the window, he could see a bright half-moon. He had never appreciated the moon before, but now he hurriedly used it as an excuse.

Unfortunately, my daughter took the bottle away decisively.

"You can only drink what's in that measuring cup. No more. I'm going to use it for stew!"

"Wait a minute! That bottle of red wine is delicious. Perfect for drinking while appreciating the moon..."

"Then I'll pour a glass for the moon. Add the rest to tomorrow's stew. It's settled!"

"Dalia...it's all going to go into your stomach anyway, so isn't it the same whether you drink it or eat it?"

"Absolutely not."

Unfortunately, the whole bottle of slightly more expensive red wine was confiscated.

Looks like tomorrow's stew is going to be pretty advanced.

When Carlo fell into depression, Dalia, who had gone upstairs to put the wine, ran back.

He held a water bottle and a glass. His daughter, judging he'd drunk too much, gave him some hangover pills. What a coward.

Carlo took a bitter hangover pill and did some serious soul-searching.

However, the more cowardly he was, the more reliable Dalia seemed.

Even if someone like that man came to recruit her in the future, Dalia would probably refuse outright. She was kind-hearted but determined, so there was no need to worry—that's what Carlo began to think.

Maybe he really was drunk today.

"That's pretty good, isn't it?"

A familiar male voice suddenly reached my ears, yet I couldn't tell whose it was. It wasn't Dalia's voice.

He looked up and saw his daughter looking at him with a bright smile. She was wearing a magic voice transmission device on her throat.

The color of the leather rope is different, so I guess it was made by Dalia today.

"Look, it sounds exactly like Daddy's, right?"

The next sentence cleared up his doubts.

I hardly recognize my own voice.

However, if you imitate even the intonation perfectly, you can clearly hear that they are very similar.

He quickly put on another magic voice transmitter and answered.

"Well done, Magical Tool Master Rosette."

The voice and the inflection of her voice subconsciously imitated Theresa's.

Dalia in front of him laughed with a microphone on, and Carlo also laughed.

He missed the laughter of the two people who had overlapped in the work area so much—laughing until tears welled up in his eyes.

Although it was her first production, Dahlia’s voice transmission was done very well.

However, compared to laughter that is similar to others, my daughter's original laughter is most suitable.

Not a voice that came through the transmitter, not a voice that came out of the throat, Carlo prayed inwardly.

I hope my daughter can live a life without tears and always with a smile on her face──

The magic sound transmission device removed from the neck was quietly put into the drawer.

Illustrations for Volume 4

Volume 5: Summer Festival and Kraken Tape

Taiwanese version from Angel Anime Forum

Angel Anime Entry Group

Picture source: Zhenmeikong

Input: kid

There is no moon in the summer night sky, only stars filling the entire sky.

The breeze that started blowing after dusk took away the day's heat and made the air less stuffy.

On the top floor of the vine-covered "Green Tower", Dalia and her friends gazed at the sky in the direction of the royal city.

Compared to my previous life, the nights are darker and the skies are clearer. I can see far more stars in this life than in my previous life.

The self who can compare the night sky of the past life with that of this life is a reincarnated person.

Dahlia Rosette is a magic tool maker by profession, and she mainly makes magic tools for daily use.

To her right, the beautiful young man silently gazing up at the sky was Wolffrid Scafarot.

I used to call him Wolf. He was a member of this country's knight order—the Monster Suppression Force.

As the fourth son of a count, they should have had no chance to cross paths, but they became friends through many chance encounters. Wolf, with his black hair and golden eyes, possessed a striking beauty, but for him, it seemed not to be something to boast about, but rather something that constrained him.

“Hasn’t it started yet…?”

The person swaying anxiously on the left was Dalia's friend, Irma Nuvolari, who had reddish-brown hair.

Although it was too dark to see clearly, she must be looking at the night sky excitedly.

"Irma, this is the third time you've asked. Just be patient and wait."

It was Irma's husband, Marcella, who said this with a low laugh, narrowing his iris-colored eyes.

The four of them sat together on the top of the tower, closer to the night sky, with a tarpaulin spread out.

The low table in front of them was filled with ale and various dishes, but everyone was busy looking up at the night sky and had not started to enjoy them yet.

Today is the summer festival of the Kingdom of Audine.

The local calendar has twelve months, each with thirty days. Two festivals are held outside the calendar: the Summer Festival and the Winter Festival, each lasting one day. Although it's called the Summer Festival, there are no portable shrines or dancing.

It is said that a ceremony to pray for a good autumn harvest is held at the temple in the royal capital, but only a small number of nobles participate. Commoners use the holiday to relax and unwind, and those whose hometowns are outside the royal capital will also return to visit their families.

Those who stayed in the capital would choose more relaxing activities, such as eating better food than usual, shopping, or browsing the street vendors.

On the contrary, it is a good time for restaurants, vendors and shops to make money.

Today, Dalia also went to the shopping street with Irma to prepare for autumn and bought two long-sleeved shirts.

In addition to shops, many places will rotate between being closed for two or three days before and after the summer festival and the winter festival.

The Roseti Chamber of Commerce, where Dalia is the president, and the beauty salon run by Irma are also closed for two days before and after the summer festival.

The guards, the Knights, and the various guilds took turns resting. Therefore, Wolff, who worked for the Knights, and Marcella, who worked for the Transport Guild, had only just arrived at the tower after working until dusk.

At this moment on the day of the summer festival, many people were looking nervously and excitedly at the night sky in the direction of the royal city.