Do you want to keep it?
'Master, talk to me when you're done eating.

　Lurimes finishes dinner and talks as she munches on a honey pie for dessert. Lace had made it for her, who was in a bad mood, but it was diminishing at the rate that Lace was going to run out of food too.

　Wraith looks at the happy Rulimes and chuckles in dismay. If they are this happy, then it was worth it for Wraith to make it.

　Although Wraith always complains about it, it's not that he hates making meals and such for his master with all his heart. It's true that it takes a lot of work. However, he is satisfied with the fact that Rulimes eats for it with a smile on his face.

　I can't say that I feel like I'm watching a young child, though. Wraith abandons his thoughts in a tossing manner, saying, well, okay, and speaks to Lurimes, who swallows his mouthful of food.

'What I need your help with, is the making of a magical tool.
"Hmmm, couldn't you make it, Ray?
There's no way I'm going to be able to do this on my own because of the magic involved.
Okay, so with me.

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right or not. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them. It's probably because Wraith, who doesn't usually ask for favors, has asked for them.

　Even though Wraith has since grown up, he hasn't been able to do anything master-like at all.

　Rulimes slapped his own ample chest forcefully, his blue eyes shining brightly.

''Leave it to my master!
Well, well, I'm glad you're going to do it, but you don't have to be so serious about it.

　It's obvious that if Lurimes gets serious, it's going to be a hell of a lot of trouble. Not wanting to go out of his way to cause a tragedy, Wraith warns him in advance. This was the moment I understood a little bit of Raffy's feelings about telling me to weigh myself.

'What exactly are you going to make?'
A bag. I want to expand the space so I can put more stuff in it.
That's very convenient.

　Rulimes can use spatial magic on its own, so there is no need for a bag of magic tools. However, that's not the case for Wraith. Since alchemists have many things to carry with them, this is one item that is not a loss to possess.

　Nevertheless, Wraith has created a bag with Sylvia once. This time it's a spare, so to speak, in case you can't use it anymore. It's a good opportunity to have the best mage in the world to help you.

How far do you want me to go?
'Master only needs to cast spatial magic.
Is that all you've got?
'Hmmm, well, I think I'll be fine, but if I'm about to fail, I'd appreciate your help.'
Okay.

　If you have lurimes for support, it's a hundred man power. If you fail, you can rest assured that you're in good hands.
　That's because I'm trying to make a bag in a different way than last time.

　The one we are going to use is the one that Rulimes saw just now and screamed. To be precise, it is the fiber produced by that bug.

　As Wraith said it would be useful, although the fibers are not as good as mithril, they have a high conductivity of magic power and are also very strong. It's said to be strong enough to withstand a single adult male hanging from it, and difficult to tear apart even if pulled by hand.

　Furthermore, the surface of the fiber is also resistant to magic.
　In other words, it's hard to be interfered with by magic from the outside. A simple spell won't even scratch it.

　By using this as a bag material, the scale of space expansion can be increased. In addition, a certain amount of durability is guaranteed.

　The Wraiths told Rulimes the explanation that -- but what came back was a short statement that bugs are impossible.

　Wraith, who had been speaking so eloquently, quietly closed his mouth and began to prepare as it was. I think I can see a glint out of the corner of my eye, but it would be a wild thing to point it out.

''Good!''

　After finishing the preparations, Wraith deliberately let out a cheerful voice and filled with motivation. However, since the bag has been prepared in advance, it's just a matter of leaving the rest up to Rulimes.

　By the way, the bottom of the bag is carved with fibers. It's also a good idea to make sure that you have a great deal of money.

　I'm not going to be the only one who can do it. I'm sure that with her power, the result is likely to be the same or better than before.

　After looking at the bag in a single glance, Rulimes quietly held up her hand.　

''Let's get started!''

　With those words, the bag is enveloped in a pale green light. The light that had enveloped the entire bag eventually went to the bottom of the bag and converged into a formation carved by the fibers.

　After all the light converged on the formation, the formation emitted an exceptionally strong glow. Wraith squeezes his eyes shut from the glare. When the light eventually subsided, Wraith fearfully opened his eyes.

''Success........did you succeed?''
I think I'll be okay.

　Hearing that casual voice, Wraith picked up the last honey pie that was on the desk. She heard Rulimes' sad "Ah........" voice, but she didn't care and put it in her bag.

　Then the honey pie sank into the darkness inside the bag. Wraith checked it and put his hand inside the bag and took out the honey pie.

'Looks like a success,'
Hmm. Respect the master.

　Lurimes with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face. Her nose, in my imagination, would be high by now. There's no denying it, because it's actually amazing.

'Well, thank you.'
'Mr. Ray, be honest!　I don't think this is the delirious period...!
'Don't use strange words...'

　Wraith shows a look of dismay at the astonished Lurimes and throws the honey pie in his hand into his mouth. Seeing the scene, Lurimes reaches out with a sad expression on her face. But it's already too late.

　The swallowed thing will not return.

　Lurimes slumps his shoulders with a gulp and is blatantly depressed. Being that depressed, even as a wraith, I feel guilty. Well, there's no particular reason to refrain from eating one yet, considering that he hasn't eaten one.

　After a few seconds, Lurimes recovered.

''Is this all you want to ask for-?''
Hmm, yeah.

　Since Lurimes' visit was spontaneous, the request was a spur of the moment idea. There's also the fact that it's rarer to ask a favor of Lurimes originally.

'Well then, I guess...'

　Rulimes gave an evil smile with an expression that said he had an idea. Wraith braced himself. If someone says something outlandish, I'm going to immediately refuse.

''In return for helping you, please listen to my request as well...''
It depends.
'Well....'
'Ehhhhh ... not ... not ... not ... You can't do everything.

　He looks at a disappointed Lurimes and shudders, wondering what on earth he was going to ask for. Wraith waits as he turns his eyes to the snarling Lurimes with suspicion in them.

　After a bit, Lurimes, who had been thinking with his hand on his chin, clapped his hands together and looked up.

'Alright then, let's go for a drink!　Of course, Ray, you don't have to drink alcohol!
Ummm, well then...

　I'm sure he was able to help me. If it were true, I'd ask for something else, but I swallow the denial that some compromise is necessary.

　Even though it's obvious that it will be a struggle. Well, it's more rare that I don't struggle with Rulimes' request, so that's already a kind of resignation.

''Yay!''

　In contrast to the rejoicing Lurimes, the gloomy Wraith looks gloomy. It can't be helped, since it's one more thing to worry about.

　When did I become my master's protector?

　Of course, Rulimes didn't show any signs of helping, but was lying on the hammock in silence.

　I'm tempted to nitpick. However, Wraith, who felt that even that was too much of a chore, limited himself to a wry smile.