The Seamstress Girl

"It's time to call it an end"

Not if it's a doctor stop, Deacon stop hung up.

"Leanne tells me that Yui is the type of person who forgets to sleep and eat when she is obsessed with her work fast and wonderful. Normally, only in the morning it should be needlework and restricted, and in the afternoon it should be time to build strength."

Wait, the suit is on its way!

"Oh, lunch time."

Master Rodin checked the clock and squealed.

"I don't know, you were in love"

"Huh?"

Soon the previous king had changed from yukata to my sewn military uniform (black).

That's cooler than I imagined.

Tense up. Wow.

Aah!

"Ki, ko, chi, du?

As a needle again, I asked.... but my throat is clogged, and I get a kephone cophone and a cough.

My jaw still hurts, too.

I've already spoken too much today.

The former king stroked his back and offered him a cup in his mouth.

Hot water with molten honey (spirits stock included), but very tasty.

And, even so, is it a range of muscle aches, and the jaw never recovers immediately.

Though the throat discomfort has healed.

Is it inflammation caused by overuse? If you shout loudly, the doctor has warned you that you might throw up blood.

And I'm tired. Everybody's trying to give me a little break, and I can't stand it either.

Even though I didn't drink and eat more before, this grown body has the illusion of being completely spoiled and weakened.

Yeah. You just haven't had enough strength to grow up yet, have you?

"Excellent, comfortable"

That's what the former king said, smiling and stroking my head.

Yui is amazing.

"Yui, do you know what protective sewing means in this country?

I tried to open my mouth, and my mouth was stopped with my fingers.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to talk."

You know I don't really know what that means, even if I don't talk.

I tried to put a shovel in my protective sewing clothes.

Until now, can you accommodate the power of the Spirit? Is that right? And I could only imagine vaguely.

'Cause I think it's the work of the people in that house, hey...

"I'll teach it right later, but Yui's protective sewing is pretty great... which is why it's dangerous"

Hmm? Dangerous?

The former king took my hand tilting his neck and mouthed it on the index finger of his right hand.

Oh, wow! It's like a movie.

"I, Lomesto, Metro Arjit, will marry you, the maiden of the needle."

"To?

"Yui, I'll explain later, now give me my name back"

Lord Rodin urged me to, but I thought.

Whatever the former king thinks, it's not Lori. The way you treat them, you treat them like children.

And yet, marriage... this, to protect myself, is it necessary?

Protective sewing... more precious and valuable than I imagined, and my forgotten, but lolicon wheelie looks, demon eyes that can also be the king's bridesmaid candidate... this, a sooo ambitious wheelie presence?

The disgusting face of the Nuir family lord, floating,

"Yui? Are you okay? You look pale.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow?

I also forgot the pain in my jaw for a while.

The former king and Lord Rodin gave me an indescribable look at how I could imagine my association, uh...

"To not be, an engagement"

I hurried, shook back the hand of the former king and mouthed back to my index finger.

"Yui, it is., Ro, ku, wish, y, shima, su"