The Seamstress Girl

"Hey, you. What are you thinking?

Near the aisle where I tried to enter the venue, I ran into a training ground.

Night club venues are not normal buildings, there are almost no walls. There is only a wall in the prepared upper part of the throne.

It's a wall, but it's also a wall of another building.

The king appears to enter the venue through the door behind the throne.

It's too open, and there's no place for suspicious people to hide.

Still avoiding the eyes, or on the aisle side of few, not near the throne but not too far apart, a strong voice was cutting out the story.

Two women, one man.

The eyes were drawn to the woman with the voice.

Beauty! Green eyes on her blonde hair, twirling hair covering her shoulders and back, her crimson dress and each other.

I'd rather describe her as gold than gold. Her hair is also stunning, but her scarily neat face reflected the woman in front of her without expression. If you smile, you must be very pretty.

Redhead girls against each other are a little bit kevy with thick makeup.

I know you look pretty cute, but makeup is killing the goodness of the base and you're failing for a beauty system. And the expression is kind of ugly.

And the two dresses were almost identical in design to the same color.

"What, what are you talking about?

Our voices echo when we stop at the disturbing air.

"Ah."

Voices, a slightly deafening impression, voices...

And that hair color.

Of a lineage similar to that of a mother in this world, a face? and in other words, the direction of makeup

"What's up? Master Yui."

"Oh, it's me, I'm the daughter of the Nur family - you don't look alike"

Mr. Stoll says Mr. Mimachi is smudged.

"E?"

Mr. Stoll alternately reviews me and my sister.

"Master Yui, it's obviously ancestral."

This one is called a aisle or a garden sidewalk, there are no walls in the venue so I think I'm going to get in from anywhere, but the entrance seems to be well decided. Many large columns loosely wrap the cloth down from the ceiling to indicate boundaries.

Oh, this is also protective sewn.

Probably an old Nuer family piece. It's a brilliant piece. Ah, it seems to have a conjunctive effect.

"Beauty over there, you're Master Hahnia! Dear Fluke Hanya, Technical nobility of dyeing"

"The Fulk family! Speaking of which, even if there's a difference between men and women, it looks just like picking up a trail."

While grabbing and compressing Mimati's head, who was about to drool, Mr. Stoll made a loud voice.

Her brother? sounds like a good impression.

"You, you have no pride as an artisan either?

"Shit, wow. About what? Me, nobleman? How rude of you to be an artisan."

A knight who seems to be with you? to his sister, who clung to one hand of the glass and said,

Even the Nuer family is a technical nobleman.

position that one must be proud to be a craftsman with first-class arms over nobility

Yet I was stunned by the statement that I saw the craftsman down there.

"Hmm, can you stop talking to my people? Lady."

A knight with his sister, who was seen as Mr. Hanya's beauty, tries to get into the conversation in vain and cool.

Oh, you look pretty good, but you look like an unfortunate person.

Mr. Hahnia doesn't even put him in his teeth.

Besides, he seems musty. What is it? I feel respected and natural, arrogance is on my face. The only reason the face that should be neat looks pretty miserable is because of it.

You look great with my sister though.

Have you had enough of Master Rodin? My sister.

You can replace Lord Rodin.

Well, there's Mr. Stall, so no matter how you scratch him, he won't be dealt with.

"The dress must be something that the house sent out for a protective stitch."

... Oi, you're dressed, sister.

Glare with shame, shame and anger.

My sister... in five years, she really became one of those parents.

My feelings for my sister, which remained slight, were cut off with putz.

No matter what my sister says, Mr. Hanya is more right in his words. I'm fixing it, but the size of the dress belongs to Mr. Hahnia.

"The dress is the color that the people at home have prepared for me today. I need you to change into another dress now."

"What are you going to do? I'm a trace of the Nuer family! I won't be sewing protective clothes from your house in the future! If you're going to change, if you're going to change!

My sister punched her in the middle of the glass she had.

"Become!"

"Humph, I can't believe a junior nobleman wears a dress like this because he does something unusual."

"Entrance, come on, let's go"

"Master Yui! Are you going to get a protective stitch on her?

Mr. Stoll tells me to blame him and tilts his neck.

"No?"

The inner part was the hem of the dress.

To dry, I asked the Spirit to give it magic and thought about embroidering a protective stitch if it was stained.

Most importantly, I guess I didn't have time. My sister's dress is more polite.

I would not have imagined that the Nuer family, even if rotten, would wear the dress they had been asked for as their own.

I can't believe that the owner of the original dress wears something more moldy than a thief and gets even more dirty... I can never forgive you!

"I want to embroider that color!

"In the costume of Master Arjit and the King, Yui is to be presented as a protective seamstress, right?

But...

"But I can't forgive you."

There were tears in my eyes.

"Stoll, she would be fine with a protective stitch.

"Mimati?"

"She, the next queen"

It was whispered softly, and the next moment I was held up, as I sat on Mr. Stoll's arm.

Mimachi, I'll take care of the transmission.

Copy that.

And I, carried by the beautiful legendary lady armored knight, entered the venue with attention.

Mr. Mimachi, information?