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"Likewise, the problem is that Yale is going too far."

"I'm glad you like it. I'm wrapping two small magic instruction stoves to thank my guarantor, so try it at home. Because I included a pan made with cheese and other recipes."

I decided to give a small magic guide stove to anyone who asked me to become a guarantor of the Chamber of Commerce. already prepared for others. Wolfe has already bought it for me, so I plan on getting another one ready.

"Thank you, Darya. I'll be thankful. I'll advertise it to our customers."

"I'm glad you did. If it sells, I'll give it back to the guarantors, so thank you."

"Oh, I'll be expecting you in two years"

Laughing and talking, preparing post-meal liquor.

I didn't really want to move, so I put a bottle of rum and soda water, a sugar pot, and a few limes in the ball and arranged them on the table.

"Marcellor, come on."

"At the time Lime came out, I thought I would"

A man smiles bitterly at Irma's voice and leaves to wash his hands once.

"Marcella, now is the time to show strength!

"Yes, sir."

The returning man gently chops off the green lime and squeezes it from outside the skin, responding appropriately. A large amount of fruit juice was poured into the glass as if it had been squeezed by a machine.

"Mr. Marcella, I knew it would be amazing..."

"It's no big deal. With so much physical strength, most of the shipping guild guys can do it."

Saying, add rum and more sugar to the glass and mix with a stick. It doesn't shake properly, but it mixes quite well.

I had it made before, but it was very similar to the cocktail I drank in my previous life, Daikiri.

Squeeze the lime again and add rum and soda water to another glass. This combination is Marcella's favorite.

"Okay, a second toast. Now Irma, hang in there."

"Oh, me? Uh, good luck with your work tomorrow, good health and good luck, cheers!

"Cheers!"

Make a noise and match the glass, then include less liquor in your mouth.

The sweetness of the sugar and the sourness of the lime, the alcohol of the rum comes like a slap on the tongue and throat there.

What an exceptional taste of rum and lime after eating oil.

"I knew alcohol was different."

"It's the same belly that makes meat."

"Marcella doesn't have enough delicacies! That's not enough!

"Sorry......"

Darya laughed as she listened to the couple's momentum conversation.

These two, who are the same before and after marriage, feel so good to watch.

If I and Tobias had been married, would I have been as laughable as I am now - I accidentally got that idea and the liquor just got a little bitter.

"Darya, what if... one of these days you want to hang out with someone, give me a call. Anytime, introduce the promising young man of the shipping guild"

To the man who told him as if to see through, Darya answers with a little laugh.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcella. But it feels like I've had enough of love and marriage."

"Darya, I was wondering if I could make a new boyfriend."

"Uh... a new boyfriend would have made it"

I wasn't sure if I'd say it just for a moment, but there's also the thing about getting in and out of commercial guilds and guarantors. You should talk to these two early from your own mouth.

"Good for you. What kind of person?"

"The Knights' Demon Crusade Squad Person"

"The Knights? All of a sudden, you're amazing."

"Something about equipment, someone who's coming to a commercial guild?

"No, we ran into each other about twice, and we became friends because we talked."

"Eh, I trust you about Darya, but that's..."

With a glass in his hand, Irma narrowed his red tea eyes. There was a color of suspicion and worry there.

"From other perspectives, I know enough to say they're playing or something, and I know they never say it well. But that's not true, I'm just a friend who talks. And he became an investor in the Chamber of Commerce."

"What investor in the Chamber of Commerce... the man, the nobleman?

"Yes."

The more I explain, the more I feel I'm mistaken for a lot of things.

I thought about how I should explain to the two of you who turned out to be subtle.

"Darya, what's the character of that person?

"Uh, for one word......" Someone who really likes the Devil's Sword ""

This is the only way for Dahliya to describe Wolfe in one word and just a little wrapped in oblate.

"The Devil's Sword... oh, you're like a relative of the Devil's Instrument"

"I'm convinced. I'm sure if you put a rare demon sword on your fishing pole, you're the one who's going to catch it. I've had a conversation with Darya, who can fish with a rare magic guide."

I'm a little unconvinced as to why I'm convinced there, and what about that metaphor (and) eh.

But he is certainly a young man who is likely to catch a demon sword if he puts it on his fishing pole.

I can't deny anything about myself either.

"Darya's friends would love to have a drink with us, but nobles can't have a drink with us."

"Next time, I'll ask."

There are few things called aristocratic atmospheres when you are seeing yourself.

But I don't know what Wolf would think of referring a friend. Maybe it's not possible that I don't want to see a woman.

"Doesn't that person care because Dalya's father was a baron? Well, maybe we don't know what courtesy Darya's taking for granted... and it doesn't bother us?

"I think it's okay. It could be a rumor in time, and I'll tell you something first. They're from the Earl of Scalfalotto, the youngest of his brothers."

"Uncle Scalfalot... of water?

"Yeah, of water"

'Of water' That's all it takes to get through, so I think it's amazing what the name Scalfalot is again.

"Darya, really... No, Darya trusts me..."

"Fine, I think the reaction is normal."

There are a lot of things I'd like to explain about Wolfe, but if you just ask me where I stand and how I hang out, I'd worry about it myself.

That's the noble man and this is the common woman. I also thought about whether she was being played like a good person, a patron or a mistress, and that's what the world would say.

But the day I became friends with Wolf, I swallowed all the possibilities, and that's what I chose.

"... I'd like to meet and talk to you once if I could."

"Hey, Irma"

"'Cause Darya, one wrong step, isn't going to get a no man"

"Huh?"

"Mostly, Darya never put up with Tobias all the time."

"... I admit it didn't fit him"

Before I could finish my words, Irma embarked on herself.

"No, it didn't, it didn't fit, it didn't fit. Darya never listened to anything such an idiot said to you! You can't do this all the time, but you just told me that you wouldn't mind if I asked you if I was okay more than once, because I'm fine! Darya said I was her friend."

"Irma, that's it, don't do the rest"

Put your hands on Pong and his wife's head, Marcella said.

Pulling Irma aside with one hand, she sits forward a little while and hides her nagging wife behind her shoulder.

"Bad. Looks like Irma got a little drunk"

"... it's okay, I'm sorry. Irma, Mr. Marcella."

There's nothing to be apologized for.

"Yeah. Sooner, like Irma said, we should have faced it right. Marcella told you a few times, didn't she? Don't be shy of Tobias, you're gonna be a couple, so just say what you want to say."

"... well, that happened too"

Two friends told me, worried, that it was me who didn't ask at all.

He blocked his ears to the words, tying himself to the statue of his wife, who assumed that this should be the case.

"Now I know I was crazy. So, from now on, no, from now on, yeah. If you think I'm wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. 'Cause if I've ever wondered too, I'll tell you."

"... oh, okay. Look, Irma."

Irma, stuck to that shoulder, turned her face back with a slightly red eye.

"Really, don't hesitate to say it, Dahlia."

"Yeah, that's right, Irma"

"... well, here's to you."

After being forced to toast with a little leftover booze, Marcella was again to engage in a massive lime squeeze operation.

"Sorry to get back to you, but about that friend, okay?

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"I'm concerned about the Demon Crusade Squad."

"He's a normal person when we're talking."

"No, the Demon Crusade Squad is in danger."

Marcella says that much, then she clasps her mouth.

I know you're worried about injury and life, but I guess you refrained from putting that into words.

"I'm a Mr. Volfredo, but I'm a red armor (Scarlet Armor)"

My chest hurt slightly for some reason, purposefully and brightly.

I may still be remembering my father over and over again.

"But I've been doing red armor for years, and I've never had a big injury."

"... well. He must be a very strong man."

"Yes."

I've never seen Wolf fight before. Still, there's no way he's not strong enough that he's been a pioneer in the Demon Crusade Squad the whole time.

So I just decided to believe in that strength.

"I shouldn't, I almost forgot. Irma, try this. So I'd like to hear your thoughts again."

Remove the cloth wrap that was on the shelf and speak to Irma, who was silently drinking.

"What, this?

"Foam pump bottle. Water soap comes out of bubbles."

The foam pump bottle was improved from the first time it was made and made into a structure that was easy to push with less force and as easy as possible to make.

There are two bottles in the package to give to Irma.

I have about ten more bottles to make, so I plan to consult with them on a commercial guild in time.

"That's funny. If it's foam from the start, the shampoo is going to be easier. I'll let you use it quickly. I'll leave one of these in the sink."

"Let me know if you have trouble using it."

"Okay. Can I write my usual notes?

"Yeah, please"

Dalya's prototype has also involved Irma as a reporting officer since college.

Even when waterproof cloth, 'This type smells raw when wet by rain', 'The colour is too blue and black and creepy' and 'Too slimy. Too stuck to my hands, I got an undressed opinion on my teeth like' It helped me a lot.

As a reward, Irma is given what she wants, such as a hair dryer and magic stones. Maybe next time I can give you a fridge as a candidate.

"This is going to be handy to wash your face..."

"Right. Marcella is weak in the morning, so washing her face is very tedious."

"I knew you'd be sleepy in the morning..."

I'm passionate about the work and late at night, the next day is pretty hard.

"Darya and Marcella must be up late and drinking too deeply. First, reducing alcohol!

While listening to his wife's serious words, Marcella squeezes the new lime into the glass.

Plus I said with a good smile, pouring rum into my dark eyes.

"It's too late today, so that caution, please do it again"