The Tanaka Family Reincarnates

"I can't do this anymore!

Hannah screamed.

I'm already in charge of three dresses by myself, but I can't get more orders from the nobles.

Even though the social season had just begun, orders had arrived enough to be hunted down by tiny shops like poop.

Tailors throughout King's Landing were so busy that there was a sudden royal evening party on the weekend.

I was worried about whether I could really make three dresses in a week and was about to be crushed. Hannah, the needle holder, was moving the needle silently with tears, and the store owner told me to sew two more dresses and finally got tingled.

"I don't know if I can sew three dresses without sleeping for a week, but I can't afford to wear five by myself!

I understand.

The store owner is not bad.

Tailors can't disobey nobility. Moreover, since this evening party is hosted by the royal family, it is difficult to refuse the order because many high-ranking aristocrats are invited.

Noble ladies don't sew dresses. It's not like embroidering a floral pattern on the edge of a handkerchief. Originally, dresses are made by a few people over a period of weeks.

Whether you cry or scream, Hannah's new fabric is mercilessly placed on the workbench.

Neither sleep nor food has satisfied me in the last few days.

I'm quitting this job.

I'm quitting this job.

I'm quitting this job.

I could not stop my hands moving the needle, screaming in my heart over and over.

There is no family in King's Landing.

Hannah, who has five younger brothers and sisters down there, is a rural daughter who has come to make a living.

The first King's Capital was a glittering sight for both people and buildings, but since I started living and working in a tailor's shop, I've been moving needles every day without going out.

Hannah is wearing clothes now, and she only has one more suit and night clothes. There are only three sets of underwear.

I wonder what the nobles are going to make out of dresses alone.

Dressmaking is barren.

Trendy designs can get tired of strange, complicated, and hard work.

Even if it is made according to the pattern, it is not uncommon for the lady wearing it to get fat or lose weight in a few days and return it as a claim.

Recently, I don't know if it's a noble sport, but it's troublesome for some nobles to place orders not to use palace silk.

The more Hannah in the middle of the tailor industry tells me, the easier it is to sew. The palace silk, which is highly praised for its needles, is superior in appearance and quality, but I can't help but think of people who sew it.

Even a dress made with such a hard feeling can't be worn by just putting it through the sleeve once or twice.

I'm quitting this job.

I'm quitting this job.

I'm quitting this job.

Against my heart, I noticed that the shop in front was a little noisier when my body was sewing a dress.

"I really, really can't take orders anymore"

"Do something about it. I serve the Duke, right?

"Wouldn't a house like the Duke have a tailor? We are a small shop, so there are few people and we are full."

"Looks like one of the needles has a good daughter, right? The girl wants to wear a dress sewn by her daughter at a weekend party!

"?? So, I know it's an honor, but our shop is already beyond the limit of tailoring... please forgive me.

"Don't be stupid! You can order other ladies later! You're telling me I'm gonna let you make the Duchess dress?

"It also involves the credibility of the store. To the house where you are holding back............!

Bang!!

"I'll leave the Duchess' measured paper here! Deliver it to the Mansion by the evening before the party! Don't use palace silk with trendy designs!

"Oh no!!!

"Ready? You left it there? Can't you just keep the deadline? Absolutely!"

At the desk in front of the owner, the Duke's servant left the shop as it was.

............ the store owner is not bad.

But...

It was the limit.

The owner, who was looking at the door where the Duke's servant had left for a while, walked almost all the way to Hannah.

Don't come.

Please. Please.

Don't come.

The nasty sweat passes on my back.

The owner's feet stopped in front of Hannah.

"Hannah... one more... please..."

The store owner is not bad.

But it was the limit.

"... I'm quitting this job."

Words that shouted over and over again in your heart spill out of your mouth.

Hannah?

The store owner is not bad.

But it won't stop anymore.

"I'm quitting this job!!!

Rise up with your hands on the workbench.

The store owner is not bad.

But Hannah ran away.

From the back entrance of the store, go outside. Working, working, working, not remembering what time it had been so long since Hannah ran away.

"Hannah? Ouch!!! Hannah!! Hannah!!!

The shopkeeper screamed, but his running legs never stopped.

You're at your limit.

I bump into a small shoulder.

Hannah's feet, who had been sewing a dress at the store for months, were quickly torn apart and she fell down on the road with a little girl.

"Nuah!!

... the boys rush up to the girl who screams a little loose.

"Emma!?

"Emma!!

"Onee-sama!?

Hannah looks at the girl in pain, and sees the boys harden.

In any case, I'm not a commoner.

I jumped out of a shop in the shopping district of King's Landing in the first place, so I had a choice between working in a shop or a nobleman who was coming to buy a product.

The fallen girl has long, sparkly blonde hair and a simple dress in palace silk of good quality that can be seen with the touch.

The two rushing boys had the same blonde hair and unusual purple eyes as the girl. The other was a boy with shaky but impressive brown hair and eyes.

It's obvious from what you're wearing and what you're doing beautifully that you're noble.

"Let me go....."

When the girl who fell down with her raised her face towards Hannah, she had a big wound on her cheek.

"Hih!!!! I'm so sorry!!!

The noble lady's face was scratched.

I apologized reflectively, but this is... a death sentence. No, you won't forgive me for my life. But at least...

"I will give you my life, please save my family... at least my younger brother and sister!

Apologize for rubbing your head against the cobble. Is there any punishment for the shopkeeper who hired me?

The store owner is not bad.

"Hmm?? Hmm... hmm? Such a big bump....."

The girl answers with a soft, fluffy voice as the boys help her.

"No! I hurt the nobleman's face! Please, please forgive me for my life!

"Injured!? Emma!! Did you get hurt?? I'll call a doctor!

A shy boy is calling out to the girl worried.

She must have been a very tall lady. I've never seen such beautiful hair, and when it comes to pigmented green eyes, it's the color of some duke's house...

"Hmm? Ah, it's okay, it's okay. The scars on my face are from the beginning, and I'm intact because my bag is cushioned.

Fufufu, the smiling girl still sees if the boys are hurt in every corner... Hannah feels it with her head on the cobblestone.

After all, she's a decent lady. I wonder if the spicy work I just did was still heaven? Hannah realizes in an instant that her life has fallen to the bottom.

"All right, you're intact. Good, because if Emma gets hurt, your father will be in trouble."

If I thought Hannah's arm was holding her hand, I could get her up all at once with incredible force.

"Are you okay?

Hannah peeks into the purple eyes of a tall boy.

Hannah is not even a child, so even though it should be quite heavy, I am surprised that she was easily made to stand up, but I am confused as to why this nobleman is worried about himself.

"Oh, I'm scratching my hands!

The girl who bumped into Hannah looked at her hands and looked worried.

Remove a handkerchief from the bag that was said to have been cushioned, as I recall with a small shout.

Thinking about what to do, Hannah puts the handkerchief on her scraped hands and takes care of her.

………………

The smooth touch of this handkerchief is... palace... silk!?

Your body trembles at the feel of the superb silk that you've been touching for a while now, rather than the pain of a scratch.

No way, it's even more terrifying when you look at the handkerchief placed on your hand.

It was embroidered with an incredibly fine cat.

Realistic pattern of two three-haired cats. The glossy hairstyle of a black cat. White cat moffiness.

The dynamism of the yarn played by the cats.

The embroidered handkerchief that has reached the realm of art in palace silk is stained with blood that seeps from my scratches.

I know the price of palace silk because it is Hannah's needle.

The value of the embroidery you can see because it is Hannah's needle.

A monstrous forehead handkerchief, a common man, was hit by the scratches of Hannah, who had just become unemployed as a rural daughter.

The area in front of my eyes becomes completely white.

Your consciousness slowly and slowly retreats away, falling down without any resistance.

Speaking of which, I haven't eaten or slept for days.