The Seamstress Girl

Me braiding races at high speed

The yarn the spider spits out has zero yarn cost because it is also free to be thin and transparent. As long as you have the tools for lace knitting, it is a hobby that can be created indefinitely. If you can't use magic, it's translucent to white... and there are no shade variations.

Even during rehab, the first thing I wanted to do was regain the sensation of my body was the needle technique I've gained in this life.

The speed and beauty that I can only describe as a little human separated myself...... but I can't do needlework outside of the work room.

It's a needle, a prick.

Well, it's a situation where I only have one bottle, so there's nothing to manage...

Aunt Lene, who found out my malaise was a rapid growth pain, was the one who prepared and presented it to me.

I didn't even do lace knitting in my previous life on boulders, but I did knitting, and my aunt just taught me a basic example, and I got to know technology.

... Maybe this world has levels and skills.

I may be at the top of my level for sewing...

The joy of being able to create your own seemingly luxurious race, I can't stop.

My maid's sister, who has become more close, would like it to be a veil for her dowry. I was flattered when she did.

After all, is marriage a wedding dress in this world too?

No, I want to sew, I made it.

You know, it's beautiful, it's cute, it's clear.

Now I can afford the ingredients.

"Your daughter-in-law's dress, with, I want to, with"

When I said with my eyes shining, your sisters also raised their hands.

"Make it, Yui, you can give me plenty of money."

"Me."

"Me too."

To your sister during such a break, the maid who passed...... with her wet purple hair and black eyes, she wrapped her poisonous tone all overflowing... Hmm? Demon King, lady executive? Such a majestic, ageless girlfriend...... Master Endelia peeked softly into her face and left with a word zero.

"After you find your son-in-law or girlfriend, let Master Yui treat you, right?

The maid's sister got her spine right at the same time...... then she went orz at the same time. (laughs)

"Uh... hey, guys, no, no?

My sister sighed deeply at me, thinking I was beautiful.

"You know, the majority of maids who work properly in this mansion have daughters who don't like their fiancées and cut off from their parents' homes, or daughters who are proud and dedicated to their lives like maid work... they only have winners who are also supported in catching good guys and doing maid work"

"Ha, even if I rarely have a lover, I only have a woman who tells me which is more important: work or me"

"By the time I say it, work will be more important."

"I know, even more so, it's insulting, forgiving to be seen with your husband (Rodin), or with a maid of honor who uses color on his husband."

From their bodies, auras gushed up like a bunch of guys throwing up nasty.

Oh woe to those high spec women who have pride and life in their work...... after a few more marriageable years, you're in the classification of devoting your life to your work......

Unless a good man gets caught.

"A hefty man, to, grab, more, happy?

"Yui, I'll tell you..."

"Father, Mother, Seeing... Dream, Not"

"Ah."

"Yeah."

"I see."

We're a couple with a premise of treating kids like tools, my sister often dreams about marriage... something worries me even more about that kid's brain condition now.

By the way, even in my previous life, I never dreamed of marriage, but my pavilion-dominated white father and my mother, who seemed like a slave...... I think in a way that couple only saw their children as a tool to take over their excellent genes, too.

Just because you get a job without going to college, you're cut off.

My father yelling at me if I don't get what I want, and my mother scolding me crying why I can't hear your father.

Friends, if you hadn't been blessed with seniors, you would have fallen into human distrust.

Or abandon everything, your parents' talkative dolls...

I'm impressed by how well you've grown in that home environment.

I don't know because I had a minimum life assurance in my previous life... high school was my age of graduation.

It was a mystery that I might go to an orphanage or be protected if I ran away poorly here... it hurt not to have easy access to knowledge.

"Cool... ah"

If I can't even take up needlework, I don't care...... and it was me withering romantic aspirations.

One of Rodin's several questions when he was under fever reminded me that he had answered so when Rodin introduced him.