Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

With the end of one case of Levanite, only a little peace came back.

We're three months away from the wedding, and Zizzy's job here is to tap the information on the invitees into our heads.

(Count family in the Duke's house... you have your own connections and positions...)

Lassie was a very small country, so although there was a large distinction between royalty and samurai, clergy, nobility and merchants, there were not too many complex power relations and political engagements.

Vercia, on the other hand, seems to have many houses with an ancient history as nobles, with very complex entanglements, ranging from kinship to the relationship of the branch head.

There were also many aristocrats who had previously lived solely in territorial management, but these days they say that some houses have built enormous wealth by getting their hands on commerce and transactions.

But many rebel that it is not the original nobility, and there seems to be an invisibility from the side.

(You have to grasp it properly...... Your Majesty can't shame you)

It was Zizzy, who was loading a huge pile of paperwork, not even like this, but stopped at the sound of knocking on his own door.

When I reply and look back, Lizzie smiles happily at the end of the open door.

"Your Highness, it's time for your appointment."

"Oh, yes! I'm on my way."

The reception room on the ground floor, which has been stepping in several times since the ceremony began to prepare.

When Tsitsy went inside, there was a ceremonial chief and a pair of men and women sitting on one couch. I'm sorry I'm late, and I foretold, and then Zizzy lowers her hips in front of the visitors.

The first time I saw them, they both had deep red hair. The eyes are also brown with each other, like twins. Eventually, the ritual chief opens his mouth.

"I apologize for the effort, Your Highness. I thought I'd finally have a costume meeting today."

Then I saw that the man was more of a zizzy.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Luca Schneider. This is my sister Elena."

The man named Luca had an intelligent face and wore narrow-width glasses. I have a spare grin even in front of Zizzy, and I get the impression that I can't get out of it somewhere.

On the other hand, Elena, called her sister, looked restless somewhere. Unlike Luca, who sets her hair firmly, she tends to nag and lower her longer forehead.

(I don't know... siblings who are similar but not alike...)

So Zizie caught on to Schneider, the surname. I follow my memory that I should have just seen it earlier...... and finally remember my name.

"Maybe the Earl of Astil family..."

Then the chief priest raised his voice to impress him.

"Did you know? They design dresses and costumes for the Earl of Astil."

The Earl of Astil family was precisely a presence that incorporated the new form of nobility as soon as possible.

Starting from the fact that sheep rearing and cotton cultivation had originally flourished in the territory, early capital investment from there led to a jump to the top of the spinning industry.

He also provided substantial support to guilds such as tailors, wool textiles and dyeing industries to encourage the training of competent craftsmen.

Eventually, as a result of the establishment of a workshop that gathered them with arms, I have heard that orders have arrived from other nobles, including the royal family, due to their overwhelming quality and trust.

I see you're the perfect match to make a Queen's wedding costume.

Then the conversation was quick, and Luca just took over the words of the Ritual Chief.

"Yes, and actually, I'm the designer in that workshop."

"Uh, De, designer, is it?

"Yep. They often say it's rare for a nobleman"

Certainly not many aristocrats give economic support to certain industries.

But nobles who take on their own work, I don't see many examples when it comes to it. According to the Ritualist, Luca's designed dress is just as popular, and anyone who is a noble lady or a courtier says, "I want to wear it for once!" and it seems to be able to glow.

"If it was meant to be, the reservation would be filled up to three years away, but... this time it means the Queen's dress, and I was hoping we could have it specially prepared."

"Yes, okay ⁉ there are a lot of people waiting..."

"It's more of an honor. This will also put foil on our workshop."

Smiling, Luca just started arranging design paintings.

All the colors were white, but in different shapes. The ones with the shoulders out, the ones with knee lengths in front but long back areas, and the ones with lace covers to the wrists are all novel dresses.

"Wow......! All the dresses I've never seen......"

"Of course we make things in theory shape, but what we specialize in is the design of a single thing that doesn't have the same other thing. I will put in all the Queen's requests."

With that being said, Luca started asking questions with that, picking out Tsitsy's favorite design paintings.

Twitsy was anxious that I might find out about the good and bad dresses, etc., but as she answered what she was asked, her favorite form somehow came to mind.

From time to time, Elena, sitting next to her, stared silently at Luca nodding yeah.

"Then you take your measurements later. Excuse me, but I was hoping you could lend me a separate room somewhere."

A butler who held back beside me will guide you and Zizzy.

I wondered if Luca would measure that as a designer, it was Zizzy, but only my sister Elena came with me.

Move to the adjoining room separated by one door, and the butler leaves the room when you are finished.

Zizzy, left alone, smiled towards Elena, who remained silent.

"Your sister takes your measurements, right?"

"Yes..."

The first time I heard Elena's voice was a very thin one. Still happy in itself that the reaction returned, Zizie continues her words as calmly as she can.

"Uh, should I take off all my clothes?

"Oh, no, the... you can keep it that way..."

Finishing the second half with a quick word, Elena opened the bag she was bringing with her and took out the measure. Is it being used in, it's getting pretty tedious.

He was nervous or his hands untied, and he dropped them on the carpet.

When Tsitsy picks it up right away, she bows her head again and again, excuse me.

"Also, I apologize, disrespect the Queen...!

"It's okay. I'm sorry, you make me nervous."

I remember Lizzie once, and Zizzy just smiled a little bitterly.

"You're a cherished tool."

"Huh? Well, that's..."

"All this time, this job?

Then Elena suddenly said, "No!," he said strongly. Zizzy opens her eyes only slightly to the faint appearance of earlier and to the clear voice color that has changed since she struck.

Then you noticed such a zizzy, Elena immediately shook her head.