Anyway, I told him everything I had to tell him.

The rest is what Miranda thinks.

"Of course I'm not saying it's impossible. If you feel like it..."

"... haha. The world is small. I can't believe I found out about Vera here."

Miranda laughed as often as she had trouble, then briefly breathed and raised her face.

"I'm sorry. Hey, I think I made you use your extra chi. It would be annoying to send back a reply, so let me make a decision here."

"And say,"

"As I put it aside because the Vera thing is personal. Build gear to keep you from dying...... If you can do that to a tailor, not a protective craftsman, then I'm glad I've decided...... can you really do that?

I just nod, of course, and turn my gaze to Noir to prompt him to explain.

Noir nodded back at me and spread the material on the counter.

"… the fourth tier is like a volcano… a hot zone… normal, if equipped… a few days and, living, unable to stay… So this kind of thing, make clothes… I want to…"

"Which one? I see... I made a reputation spelling scroll with a cloth with Mr. Whitewolf, trying to tailor my skin outfit and lining my jacket with it."

"The jacket, is... lined, I want to change it easily... so that it's comfortable, undamaged, but... I can't..."

"That's why you brought in a request for me. I see..."

Miranda's glance at the expanded material adds sharpness and seriousness to the look.

While the tone is the same throwing spear as before, it has been conveyed from the artisan (professional) gaze that the content of the plan of the new equipment is intrigued.

"That's funny. If you can get a spelling scroll cloth with the dimensions we specify, it's technically possible. I think you can do something to secure it to the inside of your coat in a way that even amateurs can replace it and not make it feel foreign."

"... ho, is that true...?

Receiving Miranda's response, which pushes her heartbeat at the design, Noir embarks herself across the counter.

Miranda pushes her forehead back over her forehead like that, and now she tries to talk to me, not the noir.

Speaking to the General Manager rather than the Practitioner is probably trying to confirm the financial aspects rather than the technical issues.

"But the cost will be commensurate. It specifically comes about double as high. The only thing you need to do is increase the cost of materials, but if you wear a jacket, the price is really good."

"You don't have to worry about the amount. The leader of the party is Theodore of A-rank, and given the importance of exploration, we may be able to turn the funds around from the Alliance and the Knights."

An inquiry was received as expected, so I return the answer as I had prepared in advance.

Funding for exploration of adventurers is essentially a private expense, but financial assistance from guilds and lords may also be available if it is found to be of high public interest, as is the case, for example, for exploration aimed at crusading demon kings, which are obstacles to exploration.

The forms vary from pre-payment to post-exploration applications, but exploration of the fourth tier would undoubtedly be acceptable.

And even if it isn't, Theodore, the man of the Beaufort family, is dramatically separating the other adventurers in financial terms.

"Heh, that nobleman. Then it sounds like you can keep your financial costs out of sight. But the lords around here want to, and I wonder if they can turn the funds around."

"Mm... well, it sure is. We're throwing it round town hall, so we need to talk about it."

Slightly, he points out what he tends to forget himself, and for now, he returns his excuses.

Nevertheless, Miranda's attitude was clearly different from that of earlier.

The atmosphere of unwillingness to turn backwards lurks the ringing, intrigued and forward-looking, peeking into the plan.

It's like a noir or Alexia reaction brought in an interesting job.

Miranda noticed my gaze like that, grinning at the snare and looking up.

"It's true that you don't want to create an adventurer's death vest. I still think so, and it probably won't change until I'm dead. But... it's not going to be a shield. If it's just 'clothes' that can protect your life... well, it's going to motivate you a lot."

"Then..."

"I'll take this job. As long as we have all the ingredients, we'll try our best to finish it."

Sylvia dives into her voice to reveal her joy at the expression of full consent, and Sakura caresses her chest down with relief.

And Noir, the developer, is stuck with words every time he tries to keep talking about something to stand on, in a way that doesn't keep him from getting excited about the guaranteed pleasure of making progress on the plan.

Of course, I feel safe.

Even though Sylvia introduced me as a tailor and a definite craftsman, I can't help but think that the negotiations will flow without success.

"Thank you. Determination of detailed conditions will follow…"

"By the way, it's a different matter."

Miranda grins with a full smile.

"Can't you tell me a lot about Vera, too, if you like? Where I lived the last time I saw him, and how I didn't make a difference. Maybe he was closer than me, right?

"As it were, well... that means come on... I can tell you now if it's the last town I saw, but you might already be moving."

"Still, it's a big step forward compared to the fact that we haven't had a tone out for ten years. Hey, you were married. I didn't know."

It's good that Miranda is so happy with the unexpected connection between me and Miranda, but my mood against it was never calm.

When did Garnett leave the circle of people and take it to the shelf in the corner of the store, seemingly in a mixed mood with all sorts of emotions, he is completely silent.

If it were just me and the two of us, whatever it was, I would have been able to splash my emotions all over it, but that's not the case at the moment, where I have to hide my identity.

When this is over and we get back to home, we have to deal with each other - that's what I decided to do and try to get Miranda to the end of the conversation.