The Seamstress Girl

My belongings are a few old clothes and spiders and needles

My birth house seems to have the power to sew protections into clothing under the family name Nuir.

The name of the previous life was Tsumugi. The name of this world is Yui.

For me, who was in the handicrafts department in my previous life, the sewing family business in this world seemed to me to be a vocation.

Yes, as a toddler I still don't know the characteristics of this house... a time when I was raised quite

We need to fix the Spirit's clothes.

The little spirits were kind of hurt and crying, and their clothes were flabby.

Such spirits, I saw them sometimes.

Since I was born in this world, my eyes have been able to see things like that, and besides trying them, I've been able to manipulate my own magical stuff.

Babies are free.

I still don't know what to say, but I didn't feel a shard of love from the people who take care of the baby.

I spent the majority of my time sleeping, but I have memories of a previous life and the only thing I can't move as I wish was stress, I can see spirits, I can see magical things, and if I couldn't manipulate magic, it might have broken.

So I'm sorry to say I'm busy, but I manipulated the yarny stretched magic to easily repair the Spirit's clothes.

At first he was a frightened spirit by the magic he had stretched out, but he was surprised that Sole was fixing his own clothes, making his eyes shine.

After the repair, I cut the magic thread in a petite manner, but the repaired thread did not disappear and sparkle the Spirit's clothes.

When Mr. Spirit kissed my cheek, he flew happily away.

Then most of my magic continues to be used by the spirits, giving away spiders and needles for my tenth birthday (?) even when they got turned around fixing jobs... normal clothes are normal... spider yarn that houses magic wasn't normal... well, I was going to sew it normally and help.

My hands were beautifully quicker than anyone else...... when I was bad I was finishing faster and prettier than the machines in my previous life, but it was late when I found out that stuff like that was worthless in this house.

Days of being scolded.

A crude meal

Family who are laughed at and treated as disturbers with children

The fact that the seams were rattling, but I had one younger sister (Hikaru Takeo) who could be magical made my position even worse.

... Normal people can't manipulate magic like yarn.

Just that the blood family of the house contracted a special spider and had the power to reside magic in its yarn and sew in the protections.

The truth is, I can sew too if I try to...

By the time Sole figured it out, he'd been completely shredded, including his willingness to produce something worthwhile for this house already.

Well, I was a family that wasn't originally Roku, and thank you. I may be carrying even a fate that has not benefited blood relatives since my last life.

I want to have hope for my future family.

And I was let out of my house in the fifteenth spring.

If there is a god to throw away, there is a god to pick up… look at the work of my hand and go to the person who wanted my arm for the beauty of its creation rather than thinking that there is no place for protection.

My sister was grumpy... because the other person was a prestigious beauty nobleman even in the capital, rather it was the great fate of one of her son-in-law candidates.

I wasn't going to my daughter-in-law, I was in a bad mood knowing I was going to be a needle, and in the future, I'm going to be your wife and I'm going to make you work, so honor me, you know? I was just kidding.

The people in the house have something special on their noses, and it's more or less like this. Snooze.

But once I was a member of the Nuer family, the other side, though needles, apparently gave a good deal of money.

It is only natural that a sole, which can be called a payment, would not have been given to me... my aunt, who is my boss who takes care of the repairs in that house, weeps at my appearance and my lack of baggage.

After the interview with our lord Carostilla Rodin, she was bathed, polished, dressed in her aunt's daughter's antique (but as new) and served a decent meal in the dining room. When my stomach got smaller and I apologized to the chef for not being able to eat most of it, I even wept to my strong chef's uncle.

My body is supposed to be galloping and fifteen, but I only look about ten years old, and my hair and skin are undernourished and gusty... to me (for once noble sharks), who only seem to have been picked up at the bottom of the refugees, all of the Carostillas made a change of direction to welcome me at once because I could easily predict how to treat them at home.

People coming from the Nuer family were so unwelcome initially that the public had a bad reputation as parents.

Then I came because I was an abused child to see, so they treated me nicely.