Dahlia in Bloom: Crafting a Fresh Start with Magical Tools Volume 7 by Hisaya Amagishi

Author:Hisaya Amagishi [AMAGISHI, HISAYA]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: J-Novel Club

Once they managed to free themselves from the top-end, bespoke heated low tables, Ivano was finally able to get down to brass tacks. “Setting aside the conversation about the noble market, our chairwoman wishes to sell to the commoner market at the lowest price possible. As for myself, I’d like them to be inexpensive so every family will have one this winter.”

“Very well, I’ll get you the fabric we have the largest stock of. We also have insulation on hand and more factories and workers than we did with the zephyricloth, so I can cut you a good deal for this project.”

“We have way more seamsters now too, Mr. Ivano, so I think we can get them out the door much quicker.”

“Thank you very much.”

Afterward, the three of them talked a bit about what the future looked like for the heated low table and heated table when they reached the general public. As Ivano wet his beak with his second cup of tea, he had a sudden realization: Forto and Lucia had sunk to their waists in the table. It wouldn’t be long until they flopped over and finally came to experience the true darkness of the Table of Degeneracy. Hell, Ivano was about to roll over already. Who could blame him? His belly was full of hot pot. Relaxing in the heated low table on a full stomach was by far the best way to sell it.

Interrupting his thoughts, Lucia lightly smacked the top of the table and jumped to her feet. “Gah! This thing is making me lose control over myself. I have important work I gotta get back to!” This was humankind’s first victory over the Table of Degeneracy, and who could have believed it would be awarded to Lucia?—so Ivano rudely thought as she ripped herself out from under the table. “I’ll get in touch with the people in charge of fabrics and embroidery! It’ll be easier for them to understand if they get under the table themselves. I’ll also get a list of what fabrics we have in stock in our warehouses and get green tea for everyone who will be here!”

“Thanks, Lucia.”

After she flew out the door and slammed it shut, Forto planted his elbows on and slumped over the tabletop; the rigidity disappeared from his body in an instant. Perhaps he had been putting his best foot forward when Lucia was around, and, if so, that was very chivalrous of him, in a sense. “I get it now. The heated low table stitches man to ground.”

“Mr. Forto, your jacket, you’re going to get it wrinkled. And try lying down like you’re taking a nap too—you’ll understand it even better.” As Forto’s attendant had gone to the Adventurers’ Guild, Ivano, acting as his substitute, took the guildmaster’s jacket from him and hung it on the back of one of the chairs at the meeting table. Unfortunately, there were no hangers to be found in this room.

When Ivano had returned to the warmth, Forto crashed onto the rug, messing up his shiny blond hair.

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