Dahlia in Bloom: Crafting a Fresh Start with Magical Tools Volume 8 [Parts 1 to 7] by Hisaya Amagishi

Author:Hisaya Amagishi
Language: eng
Format: epub

Enjoying the scene of their rowdy squadmates and their advisor were two veterans. They each had a silvery goblet in hand, filled not with alcohol but warm chicken soup—they had reached that age at which a strong drink after a long day was too rough on the body.

“So, the kid’s getting his undershirts all back-embroidered, eh? I’d expected Volf to be celebrating, but it doesn’t seem like Master Dahlia realizes what she’s said.”

The eyes of the other vet, who was leaning against the wall, curved. “Unfortunately, her face does not say ‘I don’t want anyone else embroidering your shirts’ either.”

It was true that back-embroidery was an age-old tradition, but that had only become a trend within the squad because of the camp stoves. On the underside of each one was the name ‘Rossetti’—just as, in the early years of the kingdom, women had embroidered the backs of the shirts of men going into battle. The hopes and wishes of now and of yore were the same: for their loved ones to return home safely; that much hadn’t changed. The handiwork was usually done by someone intimate—family and close relatives, but naturally, fiancées and lovers as well.

“You who fight for me, I shall support from behind” was its meaning, and to embroider all of a man’s undershirts could be taken as extending the meaning to “I want you all for myself.” It was unlikely—rather, it was certain that Dahlia had no intention of saying so. The red-headed magical toolmaker, with roasted chestnuts between her fingers, was devoting all of her attention to the vice-captain, who was explaining the skybat’s finer points.

“Can’t help but feel for him, our Scarlet Armor, the Black Reaper...”

Volf avoided looking at Dahlia as he downed a glass of whatever his friend had poured him, and his friend returned the favor. The Black Reaper or Dark Lord was ever calm on the battlefield, dauntless in the face of danger. Alcohol never shook his composure either, that heavyweight of a sea serpent. Yet his youthful cheeks were dyed a beautiful red tonight, and not by monster blood.

“Indeed. Volf is finally able to remove his armor.”

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