Tanaka family, reincarnated.

"I can't do this any more!

Hannah screamed.

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

The social season had just begun, but orders had arrived that could be cornered even in small stores like ours.

Tailors throughout the King's Capital were very busy for a sudden night club hosted by the Royal Family on a weekend.

Needle Hannah finally got clean when the store owner told her to sew two more, where she was crying and quietly moving the needle, anxiously about being crushed to see if she could really make three dresses in a week.

"I don't sleep for a week. I can sew my dress and I don't know if I can wear three, but I'm forced to wear five on my own!

I know.

The store owner is not bad.

Tailors are no match for nobility. Besides, this night club is hosted by the royal family, so it's also difficult to refuse an order because there are many high-ranking aristocrats invited.

Noble ladies don't sew dresses. It's not like embroidering a flower pattern on the edge of a handkerchief. Though a dress is something that a few people take weeks to make.

Beautiful, crying or calling, new fabric is mercilessly placed on Hannah's workbench.

Neither sleep nor meals have been satisfactorily consumed in the past few days.

I'm quitting my job like this.

I'm quitting my job like this.

I'm quitting my job like this.

I kept screaming and screaming in my heart and again, and still couldn't stop my hand moving the needle.

I have no family in Wang Du.

Hannah, who has five siblings downstairs, is a rural daughter who came to earn money.

The first King's Capital was what people and buildings looked like sparkling, but every day since I started living and working in a tailor's shop, I move needles even without going outside.

Hannah is wearing nothing but clothes now and another and night wear. There are only three sets of underwear.

I wonder how many nobles are going to make with their dresses alone.

Dress making is barren.

Trendy designs are quick to get tired of being bizarre, complex and hard to work with.

Even if they are made according to the pattern, it is not infrequent that the lady wearing them is fat or thin in a few days and returns them as a complaint.

I don't know if it's an unpurchase movement these days, but some noblemen place orders not to use Palace silk is troublesome.

No fabric is easier to sew than Hannah, who is in the middle of the tailor industry, let me tell you. The palace silk, which the needle greatly admires, has a first-class appearance and quality, but I can't help but think about the person who sews it.

Even dresses made with such hard feelings won't be worn by just putting them through my sleeves once or twice.

I'm quitting my job like this.

I'm quitting my job like this.

I'm quitting my job like this.

Contrary to my mind, my body realizes that the store on the table is a little noisier when I am sewing the dress at all.

"I really, really can't take any more orders"

"Do something there. It's the Duke's house I serve, isn't it?

"If you're as home as the Duke, don't you have a tailor to hold you? We're small shops, so we don't have many people, and we're full of them."

"I hear you have one in the needle, a daughter with good arms? The lady wants to wear the dress her daughter sewed for the weekend night club!

"?? So I know it's an honor, but our store has already exceeded its tailoring limits... how can you not give me a break?

"Do something stupid about what! You can order other warrants later! You're asking me to make you a Duke's dress, right?

"That also involves the credibility of the store. To the house you are making......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Bang!!

"Here, I'm leaving the duke's measuring paper! Absolutely, get it to the mansion by the day before the night club! With the trendy design, don't use palace silk!

"Oh no, I'm in trouble!!!

"Ready? Because I put it down, right? Definitely stick to delivery times? Absolutely!"

At the desk in front of the shopkeeper, the Duke's servant left the store as he slapped the paper.

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But.

It was the limit.

Boo-hoo, the shopkeeper, who had been looking at the door where the Duke's squire had left for a while, walks up to Bobo and Hannah.

Don't come.

Please.

Don't come.

An unpleasant sweat conveys his back.

The owner's foot stops in front of Hannah.

"Hannah... another... please..."

The owner is not bad.

But it was the limit.

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

The words that I shouted over and over in my heart spill out of my mouth.

"Hanna?"

The owner is not bad.

But I'm not stopping anymore.

"I'm quitting my job like this!!!

Stand up with your hands on the workbench.

The owner is not bad.

But Hannah ran out to get away with it.

From the back door of the store, outside. Working, working, working, for the first time in such a long time that I don't remember what time the hell it was, Hannah ran out to escape.

"Oh, Hannah? Whoops!!! Hannah!! Hannah!!!

The shopkeeper screams, but his running leg never stopped.

Because it's already the limit.

Don't hit my little shoulder.

Running obsessively, Hannah's legs, sewing her dress for months at the store, quickly fall down with the little girl on the road.

"No!!

... the boys with them rush over to the girl who made a slightly missing scream.

"Emma!?

"My Emma!!

"Sister!?

Hannah sees the girl in pain, sees the boys and solidifies.

I don't care, I'm not a common man.

You flew out of a store in the shopping district of Wang Du in the first place, so there's a choice between working in a store or a nobleman coming to buy goods.

The fallen girl has long, sparkling blonde hair and a simple dress in palace silk of good quality that she can tell by the touch.

Two boys rushing over have the same blonde hair as a girl with rare purple eyes. The other was a blushing but impressive brown haired and eyed boy.

I can clearly tell what I'm wearing and what I'm doing is noble.

"Stay..."

If the girl I fell with raised her face toward Hannah, there would have been a huge scratch on her cheek.

"Hih!!!! Sorry!!!

I scratched the face of the noble lady.

I apologized reflexively, but this is already... a death sentence conviction. No, to the extent of my life, I will not be forgiven. But at least......

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

Apologize to rub your head against the cobblestone. Will you punish the shopkeeper who hired me?

The owner is not bad.

"Huh?? Hmm...... hmm? It's so bumpy..."

The girl responds with a fluffy soft voice as the boys wake her up to help.

"No! I've injured your noble face! Please, please, forgive me somehow with my life!

"Injury!? Emma!! Were you injured?? I'll call a doctor!

The blushing boy is speaking to the girl worried.

He must have been a high-profile young lady. I've never seen such beautiful hair, and it wasn't the color of some duke's house when it came to light green eyes with pigment......

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

hehe giggling girl. Still the boys are checking every inch for injuries...... Hannah feels those signs with her head on the cobblestone.

After all, she's a pretty good lady. Wasn't it heaven yet how spicy the job was just now? Hannah realizes in an instant that her life has fallen to the bottom.

"Okay, you're intact. Good, 'cause if Emma gets hurt, your father's in trouble."

If I think Hannah's arm has been accompanied by a hand, I can let her stand with great force all at once.

"Are you all right?

The tall boy's purple eyes peek into Hannah.

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

"Oh, he's rubbing his hands off!

The girl I bumped into also looks worried when she looks at Hannah's hand.

Take one handkerchief out of the bag that you said was cushioned, as I recall so small and loud.

I wonder what you're going to do, put that handkerchief on Hannah's rubbed hand, and he'll handle it.

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The smooth touch of this handkerchief....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

My body trembles at the superb silk feel that I touched every day until a little while ago, more than the scratch pain.

No way, that makes me even more horrible when I see a handkerchief put in my own hand.

It had an improbable fine cat embroidery.

Realistic patterns of two three-haired cats. Glossy furrows of black cats. White cat moffy feel.

The dynamism of the yarn that their cats twitch.

Blood seeping from my abrasions is tainted with embroidered handkerchiefs that reach the palace silk to the realm of art.

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

The value of embroidery I know because it's Hannah the needle.

A handkerchief, which would be a hell of a forehead, was being hit by some sort of abrasion of Hannah, a common man, a rural daughter, who had just become unemployed.

It turns bright white in front of me.

Consciousness falls slowly as it is and without any resistance to slowly retreating away.

With that said, I haven't eaten much or slept in the last few days.