The Seamstress Girl

The former king in his yukata glowed without a joke.

Kin and the others sparkle, bu wow.

I diffused the waves of light, it was dazzling.

The moon, the water, the ice system. It's stronger, but there was also light, so it's like it reflected randomly and...

It was like a blue, silver, sparkling, magical light was cleaning the air another step.

"That's awesome."

"Neither have I."

I could hear the confused voice of the previous king and Lord Rodin, but I was distracted by the glare, and I never cared about that voice.

Moreover, spirits with former kings were growing.

A yukata dress would be an influence from the previous king.

Furthermore, when it came to the beauty of the former king, who had become a decent outfit, it was too daunting.

Sometimes it springs up, as if I had seen a super fan movie star in front of me.

Earlier, a change from a movie star I'm not even a fan of, but I know, to a super fan movie star... charisma up?

Oh, yeah, a simple shirt and slack would be nice, but, uh, I put on a uniform.

Black and white, and then out of spiritual/magical relationships, blue, blue.

Embroidery of silver yarn and embellishment of the main points with gold yarn... can't stop my willingness to create.

It would be a good fit to wear it kickingly, or wear it disfigured. You can weave feathers on your shoulders.

In this fantasy world, you're familiar with it, right?

Master Rodin, the cloth that Master Wolde brought in here, you can use it if you want, I said it!

In the meantime, I decided to finish my shirt with a pair of pants and underwear.

Shoes on boulders seemed to belong to first-class artisans' hands.

... but the braided boots don't go with the yukata, so just a moment ago, I made a cloth string of grass and knitted it and gave it to him with a protective stitch on his nose and edges.

As a decoration, I had made cloth string grass as an ornament in my previous life, but it was the first time I had made it to make it wear.

"Well, in clothes, instead of shoes, put this on,"

"Oh, it's going to be a lot more defenseless"

Oh, couldn't you? And, anxious, the former king lowered his back to the chair that Master Wolde had safely prepared, took off his boots, put on his grass and smiled like a glow.

"This is good. It's so easy."

Master Rodin laughed bitterly at me for looking anxious.

"Protective stitched objects are more defensive. It's okay."

"Boots are steamy and heavy..."

I remember my previous life's experience in the voice of the previous king, and now I know I can create the object of my dreams

"Uh, boots, too, cloth with protective stitching inside, put it in, and we can, we can,"

Yeah. Anti-steaming, cleaning. Embroidery on the skin can't be done with this needle, but if you sew it with protection on the shoelaces, it looks like you can do something about the weight and defense.

It's a decent first-class craftsman's work, so I think you'd like the craftsman's permission.

"True."

Oh, it's not shiny, it's really shiny, isn't it?

Waves of light, diffuse again?

"Oops, sorry. The magic is still restless."

Dazzling, the former king lifted me up a little and put me on his lap.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Is this okay?

Opponent, former king. Me, just a needle.

... Dear Rodin, I don't blame you, okay?

"Yui, are you okay with magic too? Much, much sewn, but..."

"Huh?"

Like I realized, he asked me worryingly... and I tipped my little neck.

'Cause you just stitched your yukata and grass, didn't you?

I didn't know.

Normal, most protective seamstresses spend days making clothes because they don't have magic.

That my protective seams can continue to be used almost indefinitely.