I Decided to Not Compete and Quietly Create Dolls Instead

"- Hey, I think I'm a little late."

The next day, me and Mr. Feria met at the Great Clock Tower in Margareth, Wang capital.

"No, I just got here"

"That's good. Isn't that a cute piece? Ribbon on your back, you're like a fairy."

Mr. Felia, who says so, was dressed in the same travel costume as yesterday.

But if you look closely, there's something different, like...

"You're wearing a scarf today. Red, you look great."

"Thank you. It's my date with Reishi's princess, so I've been trying to keep my temper up."

Mr. Feria smiles with a soldering grin.

That was such a fascinating look that the women on the road couldn't help looking back.

"Then let's go, Mr. Altilia"

"It can be alty. That's what they call it if you're close."

"No, I don't know how young it is to abandon a lady who hasn't known for a long time..."

"Isn't that nice? It would be girls to girls, us"

That was a casual word.

But Mr. Felia seemed to mean a lot, and he kept his eyes closed as confused for a while.

Eventually.

"Oh, speaking of which, you did"

Glad to hear it, I squealed.

As I may have said before, I was a so-called prince character in high school.

I was comfortable being admired by the yellow voice from the girls around me and couldn't stop until graduation.

On the other hand, he wanted me to look at the girly look as well.

or nasty personality, but apparently Mr. Felia is one of a kind.

So I thought I'd do what I was glad to do at the time.

"Are you wearing this? Not you, me?

The first place we headed was not a tourist attraction like the "Fountain Gate of Leis".

Clothes shop.

Dresses and hats lined up in the spacious store, and women of elegant stature were seen.

"I'm back in King's Capital, and I don't have to dress like a man anymore."

"That's right..."

Mr. Feria is reluctant, but his eyes say things as much as his mouth. My gaze was drawn to the tunic and skirt I had brought.

"I've been dressed like this for years. It's uncomfortable to dress like a woman."

"There isn't, is there? Mr. Feria, you look great because you're so beautiful.... No?

I'll ask for it from the top of my mind.

I feel like my first child is past me, but I can't choose the means for the purpose.

"Just once, just once"

Anyway, I push and push and push.

Unless you hate it from the bottom of your heart, you shouldn't be refused.

Because that's what I used to be.

"Ha."

I sigh when I say I have no choice, Mr. Feria.

"Okay. But don't laugh."

Mr. Feria was hiding beyond the curtains in the fitting room, and I was blurring and looking inside the store.

Hmm?

That guy talking to the lady shop owner intimately, like I saw him somewhere...

Oh, I got eyes for you.

I will be interpreted well. I responded accordingly, too.

They're getting closer.

Would I have known him? He was a young man with a nostalgic grin.

They cut red hair short, and their skin is burnt and flour every day.

At least not noble.

Who is it? Though it is up to my throat.

"It's been a long time, Master Altilia. It's been two years.

Will you remember? It's Hial Talbo. "

Oh!

I remember.

Oak Talbo, a famous gastronomer who ate fried chicken with Else at Spirile's party - his eldest son.

I remember talking a little bit though my father's impact was too strong and his impression was diminished.

But after Mr. Oak died of a heart attack, he became the representative of the Talbot Chamber of Commerce.

"I didn't expect to see you here.

Actually, I've been kind enough with this store since my father's generation to wholesale imperial clothes, etc.

Aren't you with the Duke of Whisp today?

"Yeah, I was here shopping with someone I knew."

"I see. He's in the fitting room right now.

... Oh, what if that piece, wasn't done by Miss Will Liddell?

"Yeah, you know exactly what I mean."

"It features a ribbon on the back, and it's something that our Chamber of Commerce deals with. Actually, my daughter likes it, too.

Oh, yeah. Only one of the items delivered to this store today, but there must have been a new one by Miss Wyle. "

Mr. Hial returns to the woman shopkeeper shortly after I stop. Speaking of merchants being quick when it comes to a chance to sell things, they seem like merchants.

"This is the new one. Actually, they're braiding magic threads."

And a young, brown-skinned merchant is coming back.

"... I don't know. Isn't that weird?"

It was at the same time that a slender, long-lasting Rei came out with his curtains open.

We were losing words to each other.

But that meant something completely different.

Mr. Hial was in love with Mr. Feria in a feminine outfit.

The mouth that should go around a lot hardly spins a word, just leaks a meaningless twinkle that says, "Oh, uh, the..."

Her face turned bright red like a boiled fish.

I've never seen a moment when people fall in love so easily.

Mr. Feria was in love again, too.

Except it's not Mr. Hial.

It's Miss Uyle's new book.

It would also be natural for Mr. Feria to be attracted to his heart.

Because this is what I wanted to wear in my previous life and couldn't help but make it look like the clothes that I had given up to be disproportionate to myself.

The red checked salopette skirt, the strap, crosses on the back, but there's a big trademark ribbon blooming. It is set with knitted capes of the same colour and is designed with the image of a "redneck".

Although.

Mr. Feria lays down her eyelids sadly.

The clothes were too small for her back length.

... Well, Mr. Hial's love affair is a man and I'll have him do something about it himself. You have a daughter, but your wife was running away, and it shouldn't be cheating on you.

Forget that.

I want Mr. Feria's admiration to come true.

There was a way.

Although the magic thread of this garment is braided to prevent wrinkles and dirt, it can also be resized if magic is poured into it.

Speaking of how do you know that, because Vir Liddell is about me, although you may already know that.

Technically, it's a name for selling clothes made out of me and the dolls.

... was originally insurance in the event of the fall of the Whisp family as originally written.

I thought I'd keep it so I could live with the handicraft arms I used to in my previous life.

Now the Whisper Mansion dolls should be making clothes based on my leftover designs and giving them to the Talbot Chamber of Commerce with a route designed so that Miss Liddell doesn't know who she is.

I didn't expect to see it in such an exotic land.