Somehow, The Villainess Who Regressed in Time Lost Her Magic Power, so She Turned into a Secluded Maiden

"Whoa, Louis. Finally quitting the prince business and becoming a designer?

Arranging the fabric at the table in the middle of the office, looking at the design painting the designer had left earlier, the door opens without a knock.

I feel a headache in my approaching footsteps, whether raising my gaze or not responding.

"You always tell me to knock about it. What would you do if someone were here?"

"So, because I know no one"

"Are you really too out of standard to understand common sense?"

When you put the design painting you had on the desk, you turn your gaze toward the person in the footsteps.

Then, rather than my desk……, I put the design painting on my chin and looked at Theodore with interest.

"What is this, a dress?

"Ah."

Theodore takes a few design paintings and looks at each one carefully and turns his gaze here.

The face is stiff as if she can't enjoy a laugh, distorting her eyebrows and putting up with her mouth to keep her mouth from blowing out.

"What?"

"What brings you so far?

With that look, I can imagine that my face wouldn't even hide the grump. But I don't dare to fix it in front of this man.

Then to my words, when it seemed that the limit of patience had finally come and blown out, I returned the design painting to my desk and laughed with my belly in my arms.

"Uh, bye. I'm crying," Theodore turned his back on me and sat down on the couch in the center.

Standing up to follow it, he walks onto the couch across from Theodore and sits dodgy with a slight stare.

"What's wrong with you?"

"No, 'cause this is Miss Rachel's dress, right?

I can't believe you think of that in terms of design as well as arranging it.

Who would think Louis would do something like that? "

"... is that crazy?"

"'Cause that's it, isn't it?

I can't keep my dress on the side when I make my social debut, so I want you to wear what you gave me.

What wears her in the first place must be what makes her shine the best.

Then use your own hands.

What a bad idea, huh?

… There seems to be some misunderstanding, but it fits roughly.

Sure, that's the beginning of what I wanted to give you a dress.

When it comes to white dresses, it's what you wear when you're a debutant or when you're at a wedding.

No, I do admit that for a moment then, a future wedding has passed.

And, of course, next to that, I've painted myself.

But not this time.

The social world is a brilliant place to swirl with its fruits and malice.

If I could hold back Rachel, who stepped into such a place, so that she could have a glorious future in the future and protect herself from malice around her.

That's what I thought.

That's why I asked the designer for a dress that would fit to dress the rachel, but it doesn't quite fit the image.

So with the help of an expert, can't you think of a dress that suits Rachel best? I just thought so.

It's not such a suspicious thought.

"Yes, yes, so. What's bothering you?

"... can you count on me?

"Come on. Well, say it."

Theodore flaunts his shoulder, but encourages him to continue with his jaw to listen to me.

Even I said that the dress thing started with knowing the fashion.

Theodore has always worn all the magic division uniforms, and I don't think he's interested in the outfit or in detention.

If she asks me if I have someone to talk to...

Cyril gave me a big look at the situation, and I was stabbed with a nail saying, "Please don't take any further care of me," just like we talked about it.

I have no choice.

I don't think I can count on you, but it's true that you're worried.

"What do you think of this design"

"Uh, something like Miss Rachel. You look like an adult, and you can look good in style, right?

And the embroidery at the hem…… this is a gold designation… "

"You won't be able to take it off there"

"Well, that's fine, then"

"It must be too much."

"Ah? I can't hear you"

"Your chest would be too open! Not now."

That's right.

What am I so worried about?

That's nothing more than because Rachel concluded that the dress she fits looks like an adult, like a body line coming out.

It looks good, it does look good.

Long for women, white skin, and dark hair.

White dresses can bring exactly the mystery of Rachel to the extreme.

A simple A-line dress with a large decorte opening and narrow waist.

That's the most powerful candidate.

But is this really okay?

Wear this……

Do all the other men see the opening of this chest?

I wouldn't be able to tell you to tolerate that.

However, the designer insists that the shoulders and chest have an open shape.

Ha, and sigh loudly.

"Of course I eliminate bugs. But you won't be able to get rid of your gaze.

And that's Rachel. You know what I mean about gathering everyone's gaze at once?

"Yeah, I'm sorry about something. Looks like you had a bigger problem than I thought."

Theodore has a distant eye for a moment for my troubles, his expression alone makes him look like he really doesn't care.

And when I explore a few pieces of fabric that the designer left behind as a sample, I take the lace stuff out of it.

"Now you can hide it from your neck to your arms. Here, solve it."

Absolutely appropriate for people's concerns…….

But a race.

It seemed to come up with something that didn't come to mind at all.

On second thought, this might be a good idea.

"Well... suppose..."

When I go back to the desk to take what comes to mind in my head to the finished shape, I add it to the design drawing.

Theodore in the back said, "Whoa. You forgot I'm here?," he waves with his hands up, "but he can't afford to stand for that.

I have to get a designer to talk to me as soon as possible.

Nevertheless.

I lift my head off my desk and stare far at the end of the window next to me. Then at the end of his gaze, a beautiful blue sky and a cloud floating slightly white.

Looking at the scenery, I'm too anxious.

I try to do what I want, but what would Rachel think of this behavior of mine in the first place?

… I hope you will be pleased.

I only tell Rachel to give her a dress.

However, there is also the possibility that it will be pulled off, such as being involved in design.

That's right.

On second thought, I would normally pull it off.

I blur unexpectedly to the conclusion I have come to.

This is not good.

I want Rachel to be happy, but I want to avoid being disgusted with me at all costs.

I can feel the distance slowly approaching these days, but I don't want to get away from it all at once.

… let's hide it.

This dress was designed by a leading designer.

Yes, that is not wrong in itself. I just haven't told him I'm involved.

Not telling is not a sin.

That's what I concluded.

And as I continued my work, Theodore was gone at some point. "Do your job," he said to Cyril, who entered the room to replace him, bluefing his temples, making a loud noise and being loaded with paperwork.