The Seamstress Girl

The man gave it to me, lightly taking off his jacket.

With a slightly funny look.

And, I mean, my skin... I didn't see it hidden in my long jacket for nothing, but my pants. But hey, it was sewn.

"Yui, just try to fix the sole. Don't let a girl look at a man's skin clothes or pants with her eyes like she says to take them off."

Master Rodin says with a headache pressed against his eyes, so he looked at the jacket he had received.

The long jacket for nothing was enough to hide the knee even if it was folded back in place with a belt. If they take it off and give it to me, it's already about 15 centimeters from the ground... etc.

Even for a wizard's robe, my ankle feels like a subtle peek, so please.

Plus it's just like a cylinder, like no front or back… it would have been hard to move if I hadn't folded it back with my belt.

Earlier at the workplace, while Master Rodin and the man watched me, I tried to cut off the hem in the way.

I did, but I couldn't.

There was a chirping noise, and the blade didn't come in.

"Huh?"

"... Yui, that's clothes that are protective stitched, even if they rot. The blade won't pass."

Master Rodin says with a bitter smile.

"Protect, sew"

"All the King's clothes are to be prepared by the Nuer family."

"The King?"

"I knew you didn't hear me. The former king, Lomesto, Lord Metro Arjit."

"Ooh."

Um, surprised.

It's something you used to take off lightly.

Probably because of the thick trust in Lord Rodin and the fact that the former king seemed strong, because I was poor, but wasn't going to be convinced until I made sure the blade wouldn't pass by myself.

And anyway, I guess my underwear and pants are the same as mine...

"Yui the needle,"

Pick a skirt's lump and thank you.

Speaking of which, to much harshness, I forgot to say hello.

Reflection.

But the majority of my heart was taken by the sentiment that I could not help but regret this unfortunate garment.

And a much rarer male spiritual appeared from my shadow, and when I pulled out my hips sword, I suddenly buzzed my clothes.

It was a sword like Rapier. I've never seen it unplugged.

... That wasn't a decoration.

"Huh."

The former king turns his eyes round and looks at him.

My uncle is so cute, this guy... I thought, if I took my clothes again, the thread with the force of the protective sewing caged was all out of strength, and I suddenly cut it off with a butch.

"Ooh."

I accidentally cheered, thumbed up, laughed hooray cool (she's cuter than cool in size and description) and praised the Spirit for returning to the shadows.

The cloth that fell apart and the jewelry decorations were spread over the workbench, and I laid out a pair of pieces.

I can do the protective stitching, too.

Spraying the sole is going to be a hassle, but the Devil's Eye does what the Spirit likes. Apparently, the power of the male type of Spirit... something that could be a little problematic...

trust in the character of Lord Rodin, who is admired by the men of this mansion, and the former king whom that Lord Rodin brought,

I finally decided in public to show my full skill…

Well, the majority of the reason was anger, because it has the effect of protective sewing, so I can wear these soggy clothes to people?!