Good morning, Sylvia.
Good morning, Mr. Wraith.

　It had been a week since he finished his workshop request.
　When the appointed day arrived, Wraith was visiting Sylvia downstairs.

　Sylvia seemed to have already finished her preparations to go out, and her entire body was united in a black outfit that contrasted with her pure white hair.

''Well, let's go then.''
Yes!

　We're headed to Nicola's place.
　She will be waiting for her to make all sorts of preparations for today.

　Daisy is heading ahead, so all we have to do is wait for Wraith and Sylvia to arrive.

'Speaking of which, how's your body doing?'
Yes, there's nothing to it.
That's good to hear.

　Wraith is relieved to hear that Sylvia's body is recovering well. The efforts of the dying Wraith will be rewarded.

''It's fine that I offered to help easily, but what am I supposed to do today?
Hmm, I don't know. I'll think about it when I get there.
I see...

　A week ago, when I asked Nicolas to make a request, I saw the tools and other things to be placed in the workshop. However, the process of building a workshop is basically left to Nicola, a craftsman.

　Besides, although Wraith has knowledge, this is his first time to build his own workshop. There are some things that you can't understand unless you actually put them into action.

　Therefore, it was decided that the details of the help would be decided after we visited the site, which was a very appropriate way to go about it.

　However, such a thing is something Sylvia, who doesn't even have the knowledge of workshop making, doesn't understand.

　

　Wraith chases the unpleasant imagination out of her head.

''Ah, yes. There's one other person who can help me besides Sylvia, so I hope you'll get along with him if you can.''
Who is it?
"Daisy, an alchemist I often get requests for, but she's not much older than me, so don't worry about it. But she does have a bit of a personality problem, so I hope you'll be less concerned about that.
'Daisy I remember that name coming up when my sister was talking about Mr. Wraith...'
"Raffy is talking about me?

　Wraith's expression was a little unexpected.

"It's been talked about a lot lately. Well, it's a lot of things, Wraith.
Well, there you go. Well, that's the way it is, so take care of it.
I understand.

　Sylvia clenched her fists adorably, motivating herself. However, Wraith wasn't talking about another person besides Daisy.

　The woman who showed her deep Daisy love in front of Lace's eyes.
　Whether that love is only for Daisy or for all the pretty girls, Wraith has no way of knowing.

　If it was the latter, the venomous fangs would definitely be directed at Sylvia as well, but Wraith did not dare to talk about that fact.

　First impressions are important.

　It was the least concern from Wraith to Nicola. Whether it is meaningful or not is a delicate question.

''Well, this is where the craftsmen and the people who help us make the workshop are located...''

　Lace walks into Nicola's with some disgust.

　Inside, Daisy is sitting on the couch.

　Sylvia follows Lace into the store, and when she sees her, her eyes light up.

'Mr. Wraith, who is that girl?　It's lovely!

　The sound of his voice was like seeing a young child, no matter how you hear it, like seeing an adorable little animal.

'Oh I'm sorry I'm late to tell you, that's Daisy. Also, he's older than Sylvia.
"Huh?

　Sylvia was upset by Lace's words.

　The person in question, who apparently heard Sylvia's comment in full, gets up from the couch with a quiet smile on his face.

　Daisy comes up to the Wraith, who is smiling bitterly, and looks at Sylvia's face as she stands next to her.

'It's nice to meet you, I'm Daisy.
'Wow, I'm Sylvia. I'm an adventurer, for one thing.

　Daisy, who is seventeen years old, and Sylvia, who is fifteen years old.
　Sadly, Daisy is older, but the reality is that Sylvia is completely older than her in appearance.

　Daisy looks at Sylvia's apologetic body - mainly her chest - and gives her a regretful look.
　That action, which is really easy to understand, forced Wraith to feel deep sorrow.

　It's not that Sylvia is large by any means. Rather, it could be said that she is appropriate for her age.

　However, when compared to Daisy, it was certain that the results would be obvious at a glance.

''Well, okay. Have a nice day.
Uh-huh.

　Daisy sits back on the couch quietly, not particularly angry at Sylvia. Lace is unintentionally relieved inwardly. It was probably allowed because he was younger than her, and that was the same s*x.

　If Sylvia's statement had been Wraith, she would have seen Daisy with a very nice smile on her face. Of course, that's not what Wraith would have wanted.

　At any rate, Wraith and the others had just decided to sit on the couch, and one of the humans came down the stairs.

　It's Nicola, who couldn't be seen.

　She was stationary at the bottom of the stairs, staring at the Wraiths.

''Wraith-san, that person--''

　Without thinking, Sylvia called out to Wraith, but.

''Who, this girl...!

　Suddenly, Nicola approaches at a furious speed and grabs Sylvia's shoulder. Sylvia's words are cut off and instead a color of confusion appears on her face.

　Leaving the upset Silvia behind, Nicola's breath gradually begins to ragged and her cheeks become upset. Nicola's blue eyes staring at Sylvia are those of a bird of prey aiming at its prey.

'I'm Nicola, nice to meet you!
I'm Sylvia and it's nice to meet you.

　Sylvia was visibly drawn back by Nicola's appearance, who no longer looked like a suspicious person. She hurriedly left Nicola's front and hid behind the Wraith.

''Ka, you're so cute my angel I want to hug you...''

　You can't do that to someone you've never met before, it's not possible to do that to a stone.
　Unfortunately, Nicola's daunting desires were unlikely to be fulfilled.

'And for now, are you ready, Nicola-san?
'Yes, it's fine. I've packed the things I've prepared in my bag of magic tools.

　Nicola replies to Wraith, who asks the question while smiling bitterly, by showing him the bag she is carrying on her shoulder.

It's a bag of magic tools, right? That's quite an unusual thing to have again,

　The bag of magic tools is given a spatial system of magic and is an excellent thing that can hold more things than it looks. However, the absolute number of them is small because of the high level of magic that is applied.

　Even Wraith doesn't have a bag of magic tools. I've seen my master have one, though.

''With the help of a mage I know, I feel like I've managed to make one, though.
Oh, you wanna help?

　Wraith couldn't help but dredge up his own memories, but unfortunately, he couldn't find any memories of working with others to create something.

　However, I do know someone who is a terrific mage now. And that too, he's willing to help himself.

''.........''
...?

　Silvia, who was silently staring at Wraith, tilted her head and looked pouting.

　-- It could be unexpectedly great.

　With a premonition in mind, Wraith thought about building a workshop. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

''Shall we head out now?''
'Yes, I'm always fine.

　Daisy, who seemed to be a bit unprepared, didn't need to prepare herself.

'Well, shall we go then?'

　...As a side note, on the way to the workshop, Sylvia never lined up next to Nicola.