Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore 152 151. Instructors, Adventurers And Nightmares

It was only after the evening that Jean moved from the Adventurer's Guild to Osvaldo's Mansion.

I cut up my business faster than usual, and when I got in the carriage to pick him up, there was a woman who said she was a guide.

It is Herlinda, the third lady of Osvaldo.

Jean couldn't asure Osvaldo's intentions and had subtle thoughts about how much both sides would make two n and won into carriages, even though they were married.

After a modeled greeting, the tall brunette looks at herself still in the seat across the street.

In the eyes of its adornnt (the goose) colour, there was soone who sohow rembered.

"Teacher Jean, would you like to talk about sothing?

"Maybe... you, the 'minced el'?

The voice of a woman with a laugh gave a frightening voice myself.

"Have you finally rembered? 'Minced' is only when you run out. That's all you can rember, isn't it terrible? There were so more cool street nas like" Elle with the Blade Style. "

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Elle was Mrs. Zola... because I heard she was back in the country"

Reminds more than ten years ago, it was a rookie training for the Adventurer's Guild.

Training for those who wish to walk in the adows and woods, explaining demons, etc. for about four days.

Jean was forced out on the occasion that there were not enough trainees.

Perhaps it was Augusto's care for himself, who kept him busy every day.

At the ti of the training, there were two people with incredible arms and a stunning loss of demonic material than a beginner.

Don't burn the ingredients to the brisk, don't mince them, and while I've cautioned over and over again, the two nicknas (nicknas) were 'black roasted' and 'minced'.

After training, as a brilliant and active pair of adventurers, the two ran up to advanced adventurers at once.

But he was still a better pair of crusaders than the collection of demonic material.

For this reason, it was still called 'black grill' and 'minced' and shady in the ingredients sector.

I just rember quitting Adventurer a few years ago. I don't know, I've never t him.

I had seen Erlinda in Adventurer's Guild several tis to be exact, but I didn't think it was a 'minced el'.

"I also felt like going back to the village without that guy...... my husband picked it up when I was worried. Oh, my back itches when the instructor uses polite language, so please be normal in the carriage"

"Thank you, let just do that now. But it was so different, I didn't know. That, and the na..."

"Because I was married to a relative's nobleman once I was adopted. I changed my na from El to El linda."

The hair I was pruning short was long and glossy, and the skin that was black and tanned was white and smooth. The outfit you are wearing has also changed from hemp moveable up and down and light armor to a luxurious looking black dress.

Above all, the boy-like atmosphere that gathered the wind back then had turned into a seductive thing for his wife.

"Glad you're well...... no, sorry"

I said, relieved.

It's not easy for to tell you after that.

"I'm all right now. I couldn't stop that runaway guy, but I could see it through to the end. I have a husband now."

"... right"

Erlinda, who said it without hesitation, blinked a little.

What I recall is a man with vermilion hair, a low tall man.

I have asked myself many tis if there is any way to be taller. You jump through and you're strong, but I was worried that you were a few centiters taller than Elle.

He wore black leather gloves all the way through his rookie training because he was an advanced fire magic user and didn't remove the guards around his collar.

I wish I could have noticed that there.

He hid that he was' demonized 'in order to increase his magical firepower.

He eventually died in the midst of a battle with demons, burning himself with his own magic. Elle, who was with , also suffered severe burns and injuries and retired from his adventurer to his hotown - that's what I was hearing.

Demonic curses, or 'demonized' under their protection, can easily increase health and magic.

But it's much smaller and there's a price.

It doesn't add or subtract power or magic well, breaks with magic beyond the body that becos a vessel, feels different from a person, and changes the sense of sll and temperature - it's often difficult for a person to live as it is.

Also, if 'demonized' runs wild without being able to control its power, it is subject to crusade as a demon.

For this reason, even if "demonized" is difficult to curse in monetary terms, it is possible to switch to installnts, alternative labor, etc., if you consult the Temple.

Most of all, it's a long way from the average person because it's really rare for people to get that far.

"There's nothing the instructor can do about him."

To an unintentionally quiet voice, he raised his gaze.

The eye of the onion is looking at this one like it's just a little troubled.

Apparently, my face was full of regrets.

"I don't have anything to carry. I was just rembering a long ti ago... although it is a rare material, there are many burns and cuts, so the assessor used to mourn. I'll be there, too."

"I just need to apologize for that...... but it was always a small expedition, so it was a bad idea not to knock it down just now. Besides, do you have any more good mories or pleasant mories?

To Erlinda, who laughed bitterly, Jean tapped further into her mory.

Was the first training session just about the end of the sumr?

If I did, it was a start from where I scold the newcors with a lot of luggage.

"During training, if he charred cheese on black bread, burned pigs caught because of it, or asked to boil so hot water, and crippled the pot black, I rember the area well"

"You had it. Thanks to his expedition, I beca more proficient in fireworks."

"It involves living and dying. Yeah, and then at a post-training drinking party, he wanted to be taller, mixed milk with booze, and he was frightening his stomach."

"I've never heard that before......"

I don't know where the fun mories are. Still, Erlinda is laughing.

But that laugh doesn't have enough montum to see your mouth as it did back then. In thin red clean nails and white fingers, the mouth is hidden.

Back then, the man who was always next to Erlinda, that smile, I can't really rember.

"It's really familiar, it's been a long ti since we've talked about that guy"

"It's that guy... it's definitely familiar"

Not calling nas is untrained, or consideration for my current husband, Osvaldo?

Neither did Jean call his na as he left it obscure.

But Erlinda seems to have mistaken it for an inquiry.

"Oh, I can't call you nas anymore, only 'that guy'. Because they stopped on a temple contract."

"Is that... at the discretion of Zola Chamber of Comrce Chairman?

Hit , sothing cold runs on my forehead.

She exhaled once in front of herself, resting her neat grin.

"Sorry, you seem to have misled . I asked for it."

"From yourself, why would you do that?

"I'm fine now. I can't believe I had a nightmare and a wife crying in the na of another man - that's the nightmare, isn't it?

Jean couldn't answer anything.