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

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Volume 1 ◆ Extra Chapter: A Record of the Development of Magical Tools by Father and Daughter ~ Hair Dryer ~

Carlo thinks his daughter is the cutest in the world.

His daughter, Dalia, was an angelic six-year-old with vibrant red hair and gentle green eyes.

Although she looks gentle, her expressions are lively and vivid, and you will never get tired of looking at her.

Although his motor skills are a little poor, he has no problem reading and writing.

The first word Dalia learned to say when she was one and a half years old was "baba (daddy)".

Next is "Auntie Xiufia (Auntie Sophia)".

Sophia is an elderly maid who comes to their house to help with housework and take care of children.

When he heard her call him dad for the first time, Carlo responded with a smile, but he was so happy that he knelt on the ground and couldn't move for a long time.

Dahlia fully inherited the bloodline of the magic tool master Carlo.

She would point at the items in the workshop and say "magic tools", and when she asked for something for the first time, she would say "magic stone". Most of the words she had just learned were related to magic tools.

She has been sticking to Carlo since she was four years old, not disturbing him and watching him make magic tools quietly.

Whenever Carlo used his bestowal magic, she would whisper "How awesome!" and then Carlo's work would progress at a rapid pace.

After a while, those little hands began to flutter restlessly, so Carlo set up a "Dalia's little world" in the corner of his workshop. There, he placed empty magic stones and tangible materials, as well as a simple magic tool book and a monster guide with many illustrations. Dalia happily treated these as toys and never tired of playing with them.

However, if the children from the neighborhood came to see her, she would run out and play like any other child.

She had the best relationship with her neighbor Irma, who was three years older than her, and they often played building blocks and flat marbles together.

"When I grow up, I want to be a magic tool maker like my dad!"

Dalia said firmly on her fifth birthday.

Carlo was happy and decided to support her with all his strength.

When they heard he was letting his five-year-old daughter learn to be a magic tool maker, some of his colleagues said, "Are you crazy? It's too early!" "How could you love your daughter so much?"

Unexpectedly, Carlo only taught Dahlia some basics, but she learned them all like a sponge absorbing water.

As for the calculation of energy input and output and the strengthening technology of magic tools, they were too difficult and required graduates from elementary academy to understand, so he did not teach them.

Children can only enter primary school when they are over eight years old. Before that, Carlo planned to let her study and learn arithmetic at home to prepare herself slowly.

However, his daughter's performance was beyond his imagination.

Dozens of bookmarks had been inserted into the magic tool book. She said she wanted to read a thicker book, so Carlo showed her his own books on magic tools, monster illustrations, and material illustrations.

He also gave her some magic stones that still had some magic power in them and taught her how to control it. He also stayed by her side while she used the tools, carefully watching out for her safety.

Seeing Dalia so happy after getting the magic stone and tools, Carlo was satisfied and became careless.

"Ah ah!"

One day, he was in the yard when he heard his young daughter's screams and was terrified.

"Dalia!"

He rushed into the workshop and saw white smoke rising. A third of the wall at the entrance was charred black. Fortunately, the fire was only on paper, so he used the Water Magic Stone to extinguish it on the spot.

"This is dangerous, Dahlia! What if you get burned? Why would you do such a thing?"

Seeing that a lock of his daughter's red hair was burnt, Carlo cursed.

"Didn't I say that the magic stone can only be used when I'm around?"

After explaining in detail the dangers of the magic stone and the possibility of injury, he gave a stern reprimand.

Dahlia, who had been listening silently, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and tears flowed from her green eyes, which were the same as his wide-open eyes.

“…S-Sorry…”

"Never mind. Then why did you do this?"

"...I wanted to keep it a secret from you..."

"why?"

"That way, you'll be surprised... and praise me..."

Dahlia was sobbing but still trying to tell her story. An L-shaped metal tube lay at her feet.

"What's this?"

"A 'hair dryer'...is supposed to blow...hot air..."

From the note that looked like a blueprint, it seemed she had used wind and fire magic stones to create an L-shaped tube that would blow out hot air. The structure was correct, but this would unleash the full power of both magic stones.

"I didn't expect...the wind to be this strong..."

"Yes, because I didn't teach you how to calculate output and reduce magic power..."

"……sorry……"

His daughter tried hard to hold back her tears and apologized again. Seeing her red eyes like a rabbit crying, he felt very sad.

"Dalia, what do you want to do with the 'hair dryer'?"

"I want to use it to blow dry my hair... My hair is too long to dry..."

Her focus is very similar to what girls would care about.

No matter how young she is, a girl is still a girl. She's almost started to care about her hairstyle.

Carlo was ashamed that he had not discovered this until now.

"I understand. I'll try to see if I can improve it."

I thought it would be easy for a six-year-old to make something, but it took him all his effort.

"Whoa whoa!"

When he first tested the "hair dryer" in the yard, he was so scared that his legs went weak.

He flicked the switch and a long flame erupted, like a mage casting an intermediate-level fire spell. The grass below was instantly charred.

“…It turned into a ‘flamethrower’…”

His daughter, who was standing behind him and watching, became depressed again.

Hair dryer, flamethrower—Dalia often came up with names for the magical tools she wanted to make, as if she already knew them by heart.

She must have had a complete picture of what those things would look like in her mind.

"No, no, Dad thinks this is a good idea!"

Carlo quickly comforted her, and her tearful face soon turned into a smile.

"If I use the magic circuit to reduce the magic power, I can blow out hot air at just the right temperature."

"Then can it blow both cold and hot air?"

"Yes, it's easy. Just switch the circuit of the Fire Demon Stone like this."

"Dad, you're amazing! Can hot air be divided into strong wind and weak wind?"

"sure!"

Carlo did as she asked and added all the features she wanted.

During the journey, he thought that the metal cylinder heated at high temperature was at risk of deterioration, so he prepared another metal cylinder.

Dalia also had many requirements for the appearance. After repeated attempts and improvements, Carlo made a uniquely shaped warm air heater "hair dryer".

Finally they made it to the next morning.

They even went to the bathroom to wet their hair and blow-dry it, then toasted to their success. Carlo drank red wine, Dalia grape juice, and together they ate the previous night's skipped dinner for breakfast.

The happy breakfast time was over, and the maid Sophia just came back to work after her vacation.

"Welcome back, Aunt Sophia! We made a 'hair dryer'!"

Dahlia smiled and hugged Sophia, then suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Ms. Dahlia?"

Carlo picked up his daughter from the ground and gave her a wry smile. She had fallen asleep like a magic stone whose power had been drained.

"Well, she must be sleepy after staying up all night."

"……stay up?"

Sophia glared at Carlo coldly.

"Mr. Carlo, how can you let such a young child stay up late!"

"Well, because we made magic tools together..."

"That's two different things. Miss Dahlia is still young. I reminded you repeatedly that she should go to bed at eight o'clock. Could it be that she didn't even take a shower yesterday..."

"Sorry, I haven't washed it yet."

The sound of Sofia scolding Carlo faintly reached the ears of the sleeping Dalia.

She recalled the memory of being scolded by her mother in her previous life and fell asleep in her father's arms.

Seeing his daughter frowning and looking unhappy while sleeping, Carlo became anxious.

"I'll talk to you later. Can you let me get Dalia to bed first?"

"...Of course, we can talk about this later."

The old woman's smiling face sent chills down his spine, and he was forced to reflect thoroughly that day.

After that, Dahlia also successfully progressed towards the path of a magic tool master, and often even exceeded Carlo's imagination.

She would sometimes happily recount some dreams or wishes about magic tools that were difficult to achieve, then with a confident smile, she would say, "Dad will definitely be able to make it one day! When I grow up, I want to make magic tools with him!"

Seeing that his daughter believed in him so much, Carlo couldn't possibly tell her that it couldn't be done, that it was too difficult, or that she couldn't understand.

So I worked, studied and studied hard.

"My daughter will get married one day. Have you ever considered remarrying?"

Dominic, who took good care of him at work, asked him twice, but Carlo just had no intention of doing so.

He also couldn't imagine what it would be like for Dalia to get married.

Why not just find a neighbor as a son-in-law? If she marries someone nearby, she can easily move back to her parents' home with the children—no, wait, that's not right.

But maybe my grandson will be a cute red-haired child.

"Ms. Dalia, your hair looks like lovely crimson clover."

When Sophia had praised her like that long ago, the little girl had pouted unhappily.

"I want to pull out your sandy hair."

"But this is cute. Your eyes are green like your father's."

"I want both."

Carlo was touched to see his daughter say this angrily.

Dalia never asked about her mother. She did not have the longing or obsession for her mother that a young child has.

Carlo always thought it was because Sofia took care of her wholeheartedly.

However, even when asked by a neighbor, "Isn't it lonely without your mom?", Dalia answered without hesitation:

"No! I'm good at it."

Carlo can still recall that dazzling smile vividly.

And he is confident that he will never forget it until his death.

Dalia's mother also had red hair like crimson clover.

The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned and her pupils were also red. She was as elegant as a cat and dazzlingly beautiful.

Even though he knew that she would never return to the Green Tower, Carlo still loved her.

But if asked if she is still his favorite, he will quietly say no.