Magical Device Craftsman Dahlia Won’t Hang Her Head Down Anymore 257 256. Match And Silver Fox Wrath

In the garden where you can see the window of the work place, Wolfe had a simulated sword in his hand.

The borrowed black leather combat shoes and breastplate are shiny and scratch-free.

Erlinda told it was security equipnt, but I was wondering if she had brought a new set from the Chamber of Comrce for herself.

After the arrangent was made, Erlinda returned before finishing her cup of tea, intending to wait temperantally as she left for the discipline.

Long black hair in one bundle, white shirt with red leather breasts, and black trousers and combat shoes.

I rember my mother about that girlfriend, and I laugh bitterly within.

When I left for the backyard, there was an open place.

There are no flowers in the flowerbed just a short distance away. Still, his feet were covered in a short green lawn.

Wolfe chose a longer one from several different simulated swords that his servant had brought in.

Erlinda had received two shorter simulated swords. Apparently, he uses a double sword.

It's not a thin, light thing, it's a heavy, thick dagger. You would either be quite shoulder strong or excel at strengthening your body.

"Are you sure you want a eting where there is physical strengthening and no attack and thrust above your shoulders?

"Yes, I don't mind"

It's pretty much the sa as the Knights' basic practice.

The head and throat are prone to major injuries, so they are often avoided even with simulated swords.

Most of all, when it cos to training Demon Crusade Squads with helts and armor on, it's so intense that they get used to injuries.

I haven't shown Darya that training yet.

I really don't want to show it again in the future if possible.

"Now, may I borrow your breasts, Master Volfredo?"

"Welco, professor."

Finish your words, thank you, and set up your arrangent.

After a beat, her dagger struck her own sword at an unexpected speed.

The body avoids the sword of pursuit on its own, slashing up the long sword of the right hand from the bottom to the top.

I understood that she was a forr advanced adventurer to Herlinda, who beat it back with one dagger without changing her complexion.

I used to work with Marcella and was amazed at its strength.

So I wasn't going to be alard about fighting Erlinda either.

But they're not talking about that.

Wolfe laughs thinly at the paralysis that leaves only a little in the palm of her hand.

This is just one hit with one hand. On a day of alarm or sothing, you will be the one who falls and falls on the ground.

Wolfe stepped in with physical enhancent.

Swords cross as they explore each other as they shrink or are taken.

The blow that hits the bones of the arms is like Randolph, and the speed of the cut back is like Dorino.

Even if you increase the strength to punch in a step, Erlinda follows you at your leisure. On the contrary, it was raised a further step.

The swords on both sides began to sound hilariously cuttlefish and high.

It sounds quite comfortable as if it's a serious illusion - if you realize it, you two are about to have a raised corner of mouth.

"Dear Wolfra, can I really ask you to 'fight one' instead of a eting?

"Yes, of course."

Nodding and answering, Erlinda laughed so loudly that she could see her mouth.

It's a compelling laugh that I don't think is Mrs. Chairman of the Chamber of Comrce, but I guess this one is the original girlfriend.

Fits right in.

"Coming!

A stiffer voice than ever - a dark-haired woman was already in her own ti when she put her sword back on her creepy senses.

This distance can be exact in a single flight without any help.

"Huh!"

When I avoided the blade that beca an oblique line, overlapping Erlinda was my own mother, with dark hair and dark eyes.

My sword never arrived, it was just a presence to follow behind.

The next thing I saw that day, when I dropped off my mother's back, were two bodies lying on the ground.

Protected as much as I could be protected, I couldn't return one thing, and I left my mother to die.

"Dear Wolfra, are you not good at defending against each other?

Erlinda asked as she twisted back the sword that followed.

No offense, I guess. He has a very strange face.

Even though it's not her fault, the mories get even more dizzy and cloudy.

Behind my throat, I felt the beast squeal small.

"... right, because it's the job to fix it"

Flatten your voice, fix your expression (kao) and re-grip the sword in your right hand.

The role of Red Armor (Scarlet Armor) is to disrupt (tease) attacks and escape. Often it moves without thinking about protection.

I have Jonas trained , but from those I'm used to fighting, I can't help but think I'm poorly defended.

"I hope you think of as a demon"

I rembered my mother's words to Erlinda, who said I was just a little sorry.

"Think of as a demon, Wolf."

I know it's rude to overlap, but let's give this guy a little boob.

Back then, I want to make sure my mother, who didn't arrive at all, got a little closer.

"With all due respect, let do that. Dear Herlinda, please use your magic. You can do better than that."

"Then don't hesitate. Wolfra, please don't be a 'good boy'."

I laughed at the illusion of being seen through the inside.

But when Erlinda reassembled the two swords, the surrounding wind changed.

The wind from the front creates a painful montum in your eyes and inhibits your movent.

Its adorable (thistle) eyes beca a bit brighter, and I could see the strong magic that rocked like a palatine fla and the feeling of terrible fun.

I've been thinking of won as scared since I was a boy, but Erlinda in front of is sothing else.

No man, no woman, just purely scared - and funny as a fighter.

It would be rude in itself to think of a lesson for this person.

Don't hesitate to step in and slash down the simulated sword to the bottom right.

Erlinda, who judged the sword with two swords, jumped up high, as she put the wind together.

Wolf does not hesitate to use the Heavenly Wolf (Scoll) bracelet and then follows.

As for the devil bird, they danced in the sky.

"It's hard......"

Spinning the hair of a demon sheep is harder to twist than the magician. There were seniors with strong magic and thoughtful entanglents in their hair - it was only just now that they were laughing at such stories about Osvaldo.

That's what now both Raul and Dahlia are putting demon sheep (like) leather on their work desks, frowning.

What we're doing now is reinforcing the sheep's leather.

Armored crab (armor club) crust, magically granting it granular. So, they say it increases heat resistance and durability.

They use chairs and other furniture, as well as cook's gloves and knight's armor.

Osvaldo had placed the grain of armored crab (armor club) on the leather of the sarcastic demon sheep (as it were), magically flowing from left to right as it was, imparting it without hesitation.

And in practice, on the leather of the Dahlia sheep (like), the grain of armor crab (armor club) could be granted, but it has a beautifully waved finish.

I did it on the waterproof cloth production guidelines, but it doesn't seem to work.

In Raul, the grain of armor crab (armor club) rolled outside the leather of the demon sheep (like), and the grant itself has not been made.

"Raul, the magic is too strong. Hold it down more and grant it constant, slowly. Doesn't Darya do it with the sa waterproof cloth and the feeling of spreading magic? Then it will solidify, so try not to let any other magic flow by pushing a part with a certain amount of magic."

It's easy for to say, but it's hard.

Pay close attention and gently pass magic through your fingertips.

Now it didn't wave, but the grain of armor crab (armor club) painted a waterball pattern by the way.

I didn't do it motivated, but it's kinda cute.

"Senior Dalya, that's fashionable!

Raul says with a smile.

It should be noted that in front of him, about half the armored crab (armor club) grains earlier depicted a radiolinear pattern on the desk. Pretty pretty.

"Ohh."

I feel cold signs for a mont and wonder if the teacher will say a word of reprimand.

But Osvaldo continued with his face against the window.

"Mr. Volfredo has received his wife's wish."

"Your wife's wish, is it?

"Yeah. Erlinda said, 'Sotis I want you to brush your guard's arm off'. I thought you would refuse to ask Master Wolfra - it's a match."

Wolf and Erlinda greet each other on the lawn seen through the window.

Wolfe seems to use a long sword imitation sword, Erlinda two shorter swords, and a double sword.

"Um, will Master Erlinda be okay......?

"I'm a forr advanced adventurer, so I should be strong. However, what about the active Demon Crusade Squad..."

Speaking, Osvaldo started putting out extra bottles of armored crab (Armor Club) grains and arranging them on the table.

But oddly enough, the sound of its bottom hitting the table sounds high.

Raul rounded his silver eyes and looked at his father.

At that ti, there was a gutsy noise outside the window.

From the woman who takes Wolfe's long sword with two swords, magic rises like a fla. He must be wearing strong physical strengthening.

When the eting started, the two moved faster.

It turned into a high continuous sound, which makes wonder if it really is a forged sword.

Wolf is strong, but so does Erlinda.

I don't think you can be serious about your female opponent, but I don't want you to get hurt.

Both Osvaldo and Raul are blinded by the battle outside, silent.

I follow Wolfe with my eyes, too.

And then I realized.

Wolfe laughs with great pleasure.

He is bright and belligerent, smiling like a prankster, laughing as he ets with Erlinda.

That look (kao) that has never been directed at is probably only directed at my fellow workouts.

I'm jealous, yes, I was surprised.

If I had been a strong knight or adventurer, I could have t with Wolfe and turned that grin on -

Darya tries to undo the bottle she nearly lifts and hits the edge of her desk with a katsun.

With that sound he returned to all the ti and shook off his oblique thoughts in haste.

Occupationally and kinesthetically, no, pointing weapons at Wolfe in the first place is absolutely impossible for .

Outside the window, they had a short conversation, and they were bumping into each other again.

Magical strong winds, Herlinda, followed by Wolfe flying up into space and colliding.

It moves incomprehensibly fast and is hard to follow with your eyes.

I'm just worried about the sound of a sword trident that gets faster and more intense than earlier.

And when the two of them danced the universe several tis, Bakin, sounded dull.

"Ah!"

As the broken dagger began to fly, Erlinda was Wolfe's long sword, knocked down from space.

After a few spins on the lawn, she jumps - falls straight down to the side.

The distressed voice that pushed him to death and said, 'Are you okay?!' I heard Wolfe's voice overlapping asking.

"Elle!

I didn't know for a second whose scream it was.

When Osvaldo opens the window fully, he grabs a nearby chair, makes a noise and drags it.

Stepping on that chair, he jumped straight out the window.

Raul nods aggressively as he sees himself.

He also stepped on the chair and jumped out of the window with montum.

Darya also tried to continue, but stomps where she put her foot on the chair.

The windows are just a little tall. I'm not sure I'll land when I get out of here. Not to ntion I'm a skirt.

I hurried out of the room and headed to the garden via the next room.

One late, by the way, the lawn arrived in the garden where it had been decided, and Darya stopped her leg next to Raul.

There is sloppy blood coming from the right leg that Erlinda is holding down, around its knee. They cut it big when we bumped into each other earlier.

Osvaldo was stopping the bleeding by wrapping a handkerchief around Erlinda's knee.

When you're done rolling, turn your wife back, and turn back to Wolfe.

"What a thing to say to our El! Think about how you treat won, Dear Wolfra!

The usual graceful Osvaldo could not disappear.

I can see the big silver fox showing his fangs, putting up reverse hair and intimidating him.

Horrible as ever. I was sincerely surprised that Osvaldo would look like this.

"Sorry!

Wolfe apologized with a nervous voice.

"Sir, this is my mistake! I'm also the one who asked you to make arrangents, and it's not Master Volfredo's fault!

"Still, it won't be the sa until you get hurt like this! What would you do in case you had one?!

The harsh voice was also directed at Erlinda, his wife.

She says it back desperately, too.

"It's not a lot of injuries, you'll heal right in the potion! Besides, I'm sturdy, so don't worry about my husband."

"I don't call anyone who doesn't worry about his wife my husband!

Osvaldo makes a sharp voice. It also looked like a bark sowhere.

Darya solidifies without being able to speak.

A nearby Raul has been distancing himself just a little bit.

"I'm so sorry. Because you are strong, we were unable to add or subtract…"

With Wolfe's blue face, he bows his head deeply.

Osvaldo erased his angry expression.

"... I'm so sorry to hear about this, Master Wolfra. I apologize for your rudeness. Are you hurt, Master Volfredo?

Osvaldo, who beca the usual voice, now apologizes to Wolfe.

His return to the usual atmosphere finally calms the place down.

Raul on the side snuck out for a long breath.

Darya was the sa.

"I'm fine. More than that, Herlinda's allowance."

"Let do that. Let's take a break. Rest in the adjoining room as we will carry snacks. Raul, give the maid instructions. El decides to treat her in the main building."

To finish, Osvaldo held up Erlinda.

The still unstoppable blood dyes its grey jacket red.

"So, sir?! I'm heavy! As long as you bring the potion here, you'll be fine! Oh, blood on my jacket......!

"Be nice to the injured."

In Osvaldo's arms, the panicking Erlinda looked sowhere girl.

But the silver-haired lord carries her away without question.

All those left were to silently drop off the two backs.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, sir..."

Erlinda apologizes in a small voice as she is transported down the hall.

Inside, he was badly wolfed.

I enjoyed my eting with Wolfe and was about to get serious about the fight. So after the injury, it is a great failure to piss off the husband and then make the visitors apologize.

The only salvation is that it wasn't Wolf who was injured.

But it is this state of being carried that will be nothing but annoying.

"It's not annoying. It's only natural for my wife to worry if she gets hurt."

Words are sweet, but Osvaldo is definitely in a bad mood.

The expression remained the sa as usual, but I guessed it in a slightly flat voice.

I hope he scolds first, but my husband won't break my usual attitude.

"Sir, you're angry, aren't you?

"No... well, I admit I didn't like it a bit"

"I'm sorry I lost, even though I'm naming your husband's escort. I'm just weak... and I'm overwheld."

"No. He is the Red Armor (Scarlet Armor) of the Demon Crusade Squad, the nation's most powerful knight. It's a natural opponent even if you can't win."

"So what do you an you didn't like it?

To my inquiry, Osvaldo beca the face that rarely chewed up the bitter worm.

But you don't answer anything.

"Um, sir...... really, what didn't you like about it? Please tell . If I have a problem, I will fix it..."

I got so anxious, I beca a pleading voice.

I'm sure I have a dull look (kao) that I would never show other than my husband.

But even fixing it is difficult now.

I've been a wife for years, and I still don't know if I'm afraid of being hated, although I can't tell you if my mouth is torn.

"... El, I'd like to ask you one thing - since when did you call yourself 'Dear Volfredo' instead of 'Dear Scalfalot'?

"That's... just before the eting, though. There are also dealings with Mr. Gouid in the Scalfalotto family, so I thought there would be no mistake."

"He also called you 'Herlinda'?

"Yes, I asked you to. In the na of 'Lady Zola', because the people of the Mansion may get lost. Um, shouldn't I have?

My husband, who did not answer the question, stopped on his feet perfectly.

I have an unfamiliar look on my face that I should be used to seeing, and I look at myself still at close range.

"... Elle seed to have a lot of fun fighting him. He had a look I'd never seen before."

"What?"

"If the battle is as strong as he is, it will appeal to you, the forr adventurer, even if your appearance is beside him"

"Sir...?

Elle solidifies for a while and then stares at her husband's face.

Always an indestructible face of grace and calm, dyeing there now is an obvious discomfort and annoyance.

And an irresistible lust for exclusivity, engulfed in the eyes of silver.

I finally realize what that ans and break my face unexpectedly.

"... El, what is that happy look (Kao)?

"My husband was jealous of for the first ti..."

It is impossible to hide a smile.

There is absolutely no opposite of being jealous of my husband.

Probably not for life - that's what I thought is happening.

I'm really sorry for my husband, but I'm honestly happy.

Erlinda tangled her arms around Osvaldo's neck and buried her face in its chest.

To see no more laughter.

"... there's no way it's the first ti"

"Huh?"

"An invitation to return to the adventurer, a cut voice in the guild, an invitation letter to arrive pretending to be in a good mood, a flower that arrives even though I haven't asked the florist... how jealous I am each ti"

Voices spinning in your ears are not the usual kind ones.

It's the voice of a rough man, who doesn't hide any bitterness.

"I'm just an old buddy. Besides, my husband has never said a word before..."

"Because I didn't want you to know. It's my older husband's ugly crush."

Put your strength into the arms you're holding up, and Osvaldo just turns forward.

Erlinda finally realized that her ears were choked.

"Elle, rember what you found out. I am so jealous..."