The Seamstress Girl

It's not that hard to make a dream come true that you want to be a needlemaker.

You don't deserve it, and if you can make clothes to sell, you can call them needles.

"But what I want to make is a dress."

"Dress"

"That's hard for men."

Everyone was convinced, but I leaned my neck.

"It's the aristocracy that needs a dress, and it's resistant for women to know the size of their bodies to men."

To me with my neck tilted, says Mr. Mimachi.

"Oh."

What do you mean, after all?

"Mr. Schnell, a former aristocrat?

Otherwise, you wouldn't even conceive of civilians wanting to be involved in dress making.

To my inquiry, Mr. Schnell sighs powerlessly.

"Yeah. Well, it's not from this country"

I turned your eyes round to Mr Schnell, who said he was from Kalankoya, a small country, much northeast of here. Even in the geography I've learned, I've never heard of it.

"You've come a long way."

"If you're not friends with that country at all, in a way, I'm the one asking."

"Huh? This country, no one else with a criminal record, right?

Mr. Schnell donned, punching his hand at the table.

The look of weakness stains my anger.

"That's where my dreams were turned down!

"Were you even dressed for innocence?

"If that's why you still seem so serial, good..."

Weakened out of anger again, with a vain glance, Mr. Schnell began the conversation.

In the small country of Kalankoya, Mr. Schnell was born as the eldest son of a high nobility, but it was decided from the moment he was born that he could not succeed him.

It was because of my physique called hypermagic.

He was born with a baby who couldn't live long enough to accumulate more magic than his own vessel and consume no shards of it.

Most humans unconsciously adjust the magic they create and accumulate and the magic they consume. But very occasionally, I have a child who can't do it.

Magic hyperzomia and magic depression.

Magic hyperzoosis, which accumulates magic and causes self-poisoning to die, and magic depression, which drools and dies more than you need even if you make magic.

It is unlikely that you will be ten years old, and there is no one else who can be twenty.

It is an inborn disease endemic to the old royal nobility.

Is it a genetic disorder that showed up because of an inbred marriage? And I thought.

"Now, live, can, thanks to the Spirit?

"Yeah. I appreciate that."

Mr. Schnell smiled gently at the Spirit King of the Wind... and nodded.

"For me, it's the goddess of salvation. Male body, though."

While depressed, I have a preference for places that don't take shape in the past.

The story went on.

I was born with a baby that I found impossible to live for long, but my parents and grandparents worked hard to happily celebrate Mr. Schnell's birth so that I could live for as long as I could with all my hands.

I also tried superstitious things.

One of them is to falsify gender.

"I can't succeed, I'm royally approved, and I'm to be raised as a girl."

"Oh, so! No, I thought Schnell looked like a former nobleman, but even though the habit of moving out sometimes seems noble, I thought he didn't look noble. You didn't look like a male aristocrat."

To Master Arjit's point, Mr. Schnell tongued to throw it away.

"Anyway, I grew up like that without even letting myself know."

She wouldn't be able to be manly anyway. Her body, and it would be harder to make her realize that she was poorly faking her gender, Ms. Schnell remained unaware that she was a man until she was spirited...... one of the indoctrinations, fascinated by handicrafts, needlework.