Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore 219 218. Clothing Artist'S Hand

The sunlight slipping through the crystal window illuminates the man's neat side.

On a table that's too big for the two of us to surround, there's a line of dishes with colorful dishes.

Lucia sat back in the chair without aning to relieve the tension.

This morning, Fort invited to lunch in the aristocratic district, and once said no, 'because I don't know the table manners'.

But she said, "It's fine because it's just and Lucia," and she said, "I don't care if it's a store."

It is here, in the upscale restaurants of the aristocratic city, but also on the top floor, that ca a little later than lunch ti.

Glossy white and black stone buildings, silver doors, thick vermilion carpets stretching down the hallway. Most importantly, even the salesman's clothes are blue silk.

From Lucia's point of view, it was a totally disproportionate store.

For this reason, Fort must have cared a lot.

I let all the dishes hang out at the table first and lowered my service. Usually the nearby squire also keeps him away from the neighborhood.

The default today was a trio of fine black silk. More than usual, it looks like a garnt guild leader, a beautiful outfit with a format.

After this lunch, I may plan to go to the royal castle or a noble nobleman.

The glossy golden hair is bound behind, with a good view of the neat facial line.

It looks great, but I also felt like I was going to wear any clothes of my own if I were a clothes-loving gardener's fault.

Lucia's has previously worn a piece that she woke up from a design painting with Fort.

It is an elaborate shade, gradient from white to aqua blue. Finely stitched white lace wraps softly from chest to arms.

Not so long ago, it didn't work with dyeing and we were all rembered for our days of trial and error.

"Lucia, you don't seem well?

"No! I'm just a little nervous because I'm not used to these places"

Only half of the glass was poured with sweet red wine.

His taste is fragrant and dry, so he must have adapted it to Lucia.

Eating with Fort has happened many tis before.

However, he was usually with the garnt demon guidance workshop and officials of the garnt guild.

I enjoyed eating like that very much, talking about clothing and clothing making and giving opinions on how to dress.

Today it is just for the two of us, but also for the nobility. It's hard to be as busy as usual.

Plus, I can imagine Lucia for the most part.

It would be an apology for the Second Lady's story, Fort's wife told herself yesterday.

My relationship with Fort was also misunderstood.

Not in any way in that relationship, but I cannot say that there was no misleading distance and disrespect.

He moved around without rest from the establishnt of the garnt demon guidance workshop, worked late at night in the workshop, and was sent by carriage every ti to his house.

Although my squire was with , objectively, it's a schedule that I can't help but be mistaken.

If I was in the opposite position - if I thought so, I could lose my temper to be angry too.

I only heard it from the surroundings, but Minerva, Fort's wife, is from the Count's house.

He says it's not just the title, it's family and power, it's pretty much above Fort's house.

Minerva is an aristocratic idea, and I don't want to let go of myself turning the job well, I guess that's how simple it is for .

I'd rather you were just saying that idea.

"Are you sure you're okay?

"It's okay, Master Fort. Let's toast!

I replied with a smile to the worrying Fort.

And toast to good luck tomorrow and go to dinner.

Cheese loaded like a piece of art on a white plate, raw ham decorated like roses, all in a bite pie with different contents, a sautéed soft duck at, soup made with rare shellfish.

They are all very tasty, but like I separated a piece of vale, I don't really know what it tastes like.

"Lucia, doesn't it fit your mouth?

"No, it's delicious. It's an unfamiliar store, so I was just a little nervous."

"Shall I choose a store with more shoulder strength next?"

The tea after the al was out of hand.

Dessert maroon tarts are Lucia's favorite. He rembered that we talked about in the sumr.

"Yesterday, my wife excused ."

Fort, who was waiting for Lucia to finish her dessert, finally cut out.

"I didn't expect Minerva to go directly to you..."

"No, we had a lot of work to do until night, so I think you were worried. Ah! Darya is better than ... uh, Darya's over there, because there are a lot of people to support her..."

Since this early sumr, my friend Darya has been smiling and developing magic tools and continues to make fast advances.

I'm very happy for Lucia, too.

Thankfully, thanks to her, she also gets a good role for herself and thus enjoys working.

On the other hand, friends are less burdened.

In a relationship with Wolf, a beautiful young man called Wang Duichi, the woman's jealousy and pussy are mountains.

Great work as a magic conductor and president of the Chamber of Comrce, and mountain of interest and motivation of the people involved.

With his entry into and exit from the Royal Castle, he beca a consultant demon conductor for the Demon Crusade Squad, and his expectations and envy are also mountainous.

In contrast, Darya's self-assessnt is the valley.

When he beca a consultant demon conductor for the Demon Crusade Unit, when the GUYDE of the Scalfalotto family beca noble guardian, and when the Marquis Jildo beca guarantor of the Rossetti Chamber of Comrce - they all had stomach aches.

Still, it is unpredictable because it will advance for friends and companions without hesitation.

Such a darya, but no, because she is such a girlfriend, there are many who support her, including herself.

"I have just sent a letter of apology to Miss Dahlia via Ivano"

"... that was tough"

I guess it's unconscious, heartfelt sympathy for Fort, who tried to reach his left hand into his stomach.

At least let's just forget about my case.

"I don't care, Master Ford, so please don't get wrong."

"I told my wife about it."

"Huh?"

"It's only been about six months since I t Lucia. I thought it might be a little early, but I told my wife about you. I never thought I'd co to the guild and talk to you."

The default eye goes straight to itself.

I could see the blue in the center, and the eyes changing from bright blue to dark blue, just a little shaky.

"When I first t her, I thought she was a very cute young lady. Nice piece from the Princess line, I was surprised to hear later on in your original design that you sewed it yourself"

"Master Fort looked good in a grey silver suit and a white shirt. Woven with a pattern of magic thread."

"I can only rember my clothes."

It's ti for you two to laugh.

Only a few months after we t, each other's laughter was at last familiar with our ears.

"I was working with Lucia and I found out she was a well-ard gardener. And I was impressed with good taste and so inspiration. I looked forward to working with you again the next day, even if we worked together until midnight"

"Dear Fort...?

"When I realized I didn't just want to work with you, I wanted to walk with you all the ti, and that's what I started to think"

Folt, who stood up and slowly walked beside him, knelt down and offered himself a hand.

"Lucia, could you be my wife? I want you to protect . I'll return to the sand, until that day."

It's not a sword, it's a good fit to have scissors and needles, the default hand.

Differences in titles, differences in positions, differences between n and won, but between gardeners who do the sa work, thoughts, joys and hardships about clothing have been shared.

Lucia, who has been escorted several tis, knows the warmth of his hands.

On its left wrist, a light watery stone glowed over the gold ring.