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

"Ah! But then we won't be able to eat the wild boar's smoked bacon."

I just forgot that if we can't catch a wild boar, we certainly can't make bacon.

Of course, ranch safety is more important.

"If you have any news, please inform us. We can wait behind the decoy area."

Wolfe actually tried to use the team as part of a trap for the sake of the wild boar's smoked bacon.

"If I were a wild boar, I would never come."

I heard that some wild boars won’t give up on finding a mate even after being sprayed with black pepper water, but isn’t life more important?

If I were a wild boar, I would never dare to approach a place where predators and monster-slaying troops are waiting. It's too scary.

Instead, they will try their best to run away.

"However, if a male really finds a mate candidate he likes very much, he might not give up easily..."

Wolfe seemed strangely drawn to the male sex of the great wild boar.

How can a member of the monster-suppression team sympathize with harmful beasts?

Besides, wasn't he just saying that he wanted to set himself as a trap and wait?

"If Wolfe were a giant wild boar, would you go there? Even if you found a bride you liked, the chances of being defeated by the monster-slaying troops would be much higher."

"That's—"

The golden eyes wavered for a moment, then looked back straight and firmly.

"Even so, there may still be times when a man has to go."

This is totally dangerous behavior.

Just as Dalia was wondering why she had such a reckless idea, she suddenly realized it.

This may be the way of thinking of the "Knight".

Even if it costs your life, you must do what you must do, what you should do. This is very noble.

"I see, it's the 'spirit of chivalry'!"

Dalia, who understood this, spoke decisively.

“Puha!”

“Ahem! Ahem!”

Gildo, who was sitting across from me drinking, started to cough violently.

As if in a chain reaction, the priest next to him also started coughing violently.

Did you drink or eat something that didn't suit your taste?

"Are you two okay?"

"...Don't worry about it, Rosette. Didn't I tell you not to use too much black pepper?"

Gulart on the opposite side looked at the two of them with a wry smile.

On the table, a large piece of wild boar meat was roasting to perfection in the expedition stove, and the fat kept splattering.

It seems that they sprinkled too much black pepper on the meat and choked.

Gildor seemed to have recovered, but the priest was still covering his mouth and lowering his head, his shoulders shaking.

"Drinking ale might make you choke again. I'll go get some water."

"Dalia, I'm going too."

No one stopped the two people who were going to fetch water together.

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"Mage, I don't think this is 'chivalry'..."

Someone whispered this, but the sound reached neither the red-haired magician nor the black-haired knight.

The party became lively again, and the sounds melted into the summer sky.

Volume 5 Extra: A Father-Daughter Magical Tool Development Record ~ ​​Magic Lamp Decoration ~

"If I continue to evenly inject magic power here, it will become like this."

Carlo held a dull silver metal plate in his hand, upon which spread a bright red liquid. It was a plant native to the East Country, known as the Red Devil Leaf, ground into powder and dissolved in the medicinal liquid.

Carlo manipulated the magic of his fingertips, spreading the red liquid evenly across the square metal plate, eventually covering the entire silver plate. It looked like a thin layer of red glass, shimmering beautifully depending on the angle. It looked perfect for a decorative component of a magic lantern.

“…I still can’t do it, Dad.”

In the Green Tower workshop, the daughter, who was about to graduate from the advanced college, frowned.

"Don't be too nervous. Relax a little and let the magic flow smoothly at a constant speed."

"I'll try again."

Dahlia held a metal plate smaller than the one she had imbued with magic, and carefully used a dropper to drip the red ghost leaf liquid onto the plate. However, the liquid spread out along a diagonal line the moment it was dripped on.

"Even though I haven't injected any magic power into it yet..."

A voice of dissatisfaction rang out, but the movement of the liquid meant that even if it was a tiny amount, the magic power was still taking effect. This could only be stopped by conscious effort.

Red devil leaves are very useful as a bright red dye and as a paint that improves durability.

However, it is not very popular among magic tool makers and mages.

If the magic power is not carefully controlled, the liquid will disperse or disappear in an instant.

Using high-intensity magic power all at once won't work. At the same time, using weak magic power to slowly apply the effect won't work either. If you wait too long before applying the attachment magic, the color will fade.

It is said that in the East Country, this material is often used to paint furniture or weapons.

I really don’t know how they do it. If I have the chance, I really want to go with my daughter to see their production process.

"Um……"

A drop of sweat dripped from her chin, which was groaning like a dissatisfied cat. Her slender fingertips trembled slightly.

Carlo knew very well that his daughter had inherited this characteristic of his: once immersed in work, she would completely ignore fatigue.

"Dalia, that's enough for today."

As Carlo began to gather his things to prevent his daughter from picking up the next piece of metal, Dalia finally looked up.

"Dad, if I had more magic power, would I be able to complete this gifting more smoothly?"

Green eyes, the same color as his own, gazed resentfully at the metal plate. The red liquid was uneven, spreading outward from the center like a blossoming flower. Although it resembled a dahlia in full bloom, Carlo chose not to mention it.

"Well, it might be easier. However, for living magic tools, magic control is more important than magic power."

My daughter, like me, aims to become a magic tool maker who makes magic tools for daily life.

They hardly need to make magical tools that consume a lot of magic power, which are used exclusively by nobles or in the royal city.

"Dad, is it difficult to bestow the Heavenly Wolf in the royal city? How much magic power is needed to bestow a large water heater?"

Despite the "almost impossible" situation, Carlo had an exceptional experience, and Dalia was curious about it.

"...Twelve units, maybe? Any less than that, and it's impossible to complete. So even if someone asks you to, don't agree."

"Dad has twelve units. I'm afraid I'll never be able to do that in my lifetime..."

"If you want to improve your technology, just try making a hundred small water heaters. The principles behind small and large ones are similar, there's not much difference."

Seeing his daughter's regretful expression, Carlo originally wanted to teach her how to improve her magic power, but finally chose to provide other suggestions.

If Dahlia is still in her growth stage, it would be better not to teach her in order not to harm her body. Carlo used this reason to convince himself, but he realized that this was not what he really thought.

Dahlia's magic power was eight. If she continued to practice empowering magic, it might reach nine. If possible, he didn't want her magic power to increase any further.

In fact, his own magic power value had not yet reached 12. The fact that it had been raised to 11 was only the result of his recent mission in the Royal City.

In the royal castle, the royal family's large water heater was given the ability to "prevent thermal runaway caused by wind magic"—

He had turned down the job several times, but finally took it to fulfill his own desires and for the inducement of money.

Honestly, this was a bad decision.

The required material was a wolf's fang, and he couldn't completely control his uncontrolled magic power. He could only prepare himself for his magic power to exceed 11 and drink the magic potion. Sweat poured down like a waterfall, and his breathing became extremely disordered.

The client, dressed in a black three-piece suit, had suggested, "Should we ask other magic tool makers for help?"

The other magic tool makers mentioned included his familiar colleagues like Oswald, Leone who was currently working in another profession, and his daughter Dalia—he absolutely could not accept this proposal.

"In order to avoid sharing the rewards, I can do it alone." Carlo said this, deliberately showing a bright smile.

The client said nothing, but just smiled slightly with his thin lips.

The finishing work that followed also unexpectedly consumed a large amount of magic power. By the time he realized it, his magic power value was closer to twelve than eleven.

Despite this, Carlo was sincerely grateful that he was safe.

The night I finally got home, Dalia was pacing anxiously in the hallway waiting.

Carlo gave Dahlia an impromptu lecture on how to use wind magic to prevent magical tools from thermal runaway, and showed her the Sirius Fang he had obtained.

Carlo was moved by his daughter's sparkling eyes as she poked at the tooth with her fingers. He ultimately gave her the tooth, but with a careful warning: "This is a delicate material. Don't use it yet. In five or ten years, you should be able to handle it."

However, this daughter, who was as stubborn as he was, seemed to have secretly given it at night.

Carlo himself fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion, and when he discovered it, it was too late.

Seeing Dalia's pale face, Carlo's fingertips trembled with fear, and the worst case scenario emerged in his mind.

Fortunately, it was simply a lack of magic power, so Carlo let her rest for two days. But she still felt a little uneasy, so she cooked milk and bread porridge and secretly added a lot of sugar and magic potion.

He understood very well the feeling of wanting to challenge and become a magic tool master at all costs, because he himself had gone through the same experience.

He was the one who was most to blame for giving her the Sirius Fang. Therefore, he couldn't be angry with his daughter no matter what.

"My second son, Tobias—could you accept him as your apprentice?"

When his friend made this request, his son was in his second year at the Magic Equipment Department of the Advanced Academy.

Carlo explained that a magic tool maker's training direction varies depending on their magic power, magical aptitude, and the items they want to create. He replied, "If the direction of the magic tools he wants to create aligns with mine, and it's his own wish, not his father's, then I can consider it."

However, this friend was the president of a trade guild that dealt in a variety of magical tools. Carlo was somewhat puzzled.

"You should be able to have him become a disciple of a noble magic tool master, right? The environment and treatment there are definitely much better than here."

"Tobias has the strongest magical power in our family. I think he may have inherited this talent from his wife's biological father..."

I see. That's why you came to see me—Carlo understood instantly.

My friend’s wife may have noble blood like Dalia.

I don't know where those noble disputes will get tangled up. As parents, I naturally want to avoid them.

"Besides, I'm just a businessman. Even though I've handled many magical tools, I don't understand the skills of magic tool makers, nor do I understand their minds. Isn't it normal for me to want to entrust my son to a trustworthy 'friend'?"

"Don't try to convince me. This is a completely different matter. If you want to teach me, I'll charge you a fee. You have to buy me a drink twice a month."

"That's pretty much the same as it is now. Carlo, how about three times a month?"

That day, the two of them laughed and drank until late at night before returning home, and were both scolded by their families.

A few days later, the friend's son came to the Green Tower.

"I'm Tobias Orlando, please guide me."

"I'm Carlo Rossetti. Please advise me."

Carlo responded enthusiastically to the tawny-haired young man, who bowed deeply.

Tobias is more like his mother than his father. In both appearance and magic, he is very similar to his mother.

"Then let's start with magic control."

To test his abilities, Carlo gave Tobias the metal plate and the Red Devil Leaf solution. To his surprise, Tobias apologized for his "lack of knowledge" and then inquired about the ideal finished form and intended use. Carlo was impressed by his explanation.

This young man had already grasped the key points to consider when making a living magic tool: who would use it and how to use it. Carlo didn't need to explain these in detail.

Although his magic power was less than his own, his knowledge was quite good. He wasn't yet proficient at bestowing and forming magic, but he was very careful and thought that with more practice, he would be able to do it. Carlo made this assessment after just half a day.

He is not yet proficient in controlling magic, but Dalia is also learning this.

As the son of the Chamber of Commerce president, he was polite, modest, and gentle. Carlo was thinking this, but he noticed the firm look in his eyes as he stared at the metal plate that had given him failure, as well as the sweat on his forehead. This made Carlo suddenly realize.