The Seamstress Girl

The rice was ready for breastfeeding, and by the time I finished eating, I was sleepy with trout.

It's not like you're out of magic.

"Either that or you're out of strength."

The conversation between Master Arjit and Mr. Rodin is also in my ear, but somewhere far away.

But sewing, en route...

Arjit grinned bitterly at the girl with the most mysterious appearance, like a sugar candy, if only for the look of a cotton and a table that fell asleep.

I dealt with him for a few hours, but I found out about his appearance and his distant personality.

Fifteen daughterful, with no shards of longing for love.

If you leave this alone, it's poison.

Rodin went to Arjit, and I found out he was bringing the story.

A rare ancestral protective sewing ability. The way many spirits drown and benefit from all sorts of things. And like a copy of the Spirit, beauty.

Even if you look young, no, it's rather young, which is why an identical pervert is going to look at the mountain.

Her talent as a needle, to protect that soul, requires asylum for a being with the highest power but not involved in political tactics... I guess that's what Rodin thought.

When Arjit heard this story, she thought the girl would be putting her heart to Rodin.

Falling in love with a beautiful young man, who helped me out of my days of abuse, is a normal flow.

But Yui...

"You're some kind of genius. I'm interested in seeing if I can keep my needlework going."

"Sometimes at this young age, you just have the arm of a first-degree needle,"

Soul to craftsman.

For former king Arjit, it was preferable.

The mother of the first queen, now king Amnat, has a faint impression.

Arjit was a prince made late, so he became king at twelve. Even when it comes to the protective thick royalty of the Spirit, most are no different than just people.

No, I can't get away from old sickness.

At the time, she was the only one with demonic eyes who could match young Arjit and make a child.

Her cliché, two older, was "Baaya," she had even given up her thoughts, and she was a girl who had left everything to her nanny. I don't even remember having a decent conversation.

The nanny was the dominant old man, ashamed to seek luxury for the princess and to harm those who served the queen.

In a way, I feel sorry for such a human being, the Queen raised since she was a baby.

In her first night ritual, hosting Amnato would be her greatest feat. And the things that made me young and angry.

The queen and the prince, who had naturally taken it from the day after, left it to the trusted ones, but I was tired of old age again. The Queen herself was so indifferent to everything that she allowed Amnat's longing for her mother, who was young, to fall to the ground and discern her in one visit that she was... honestly, if there were any other candidates for the Queen and she was decent as a person, she would never have chosen.

The second queen was a princess who had unusual demonic eyes in her neighboring country and had been abused.

This was again a dear woman at first, with eyes like those of the dead.

At the behest of neighboring countries, it was a pushy beginning.

The tragedy began when she fell in love with Arjit, who became her husband, and distorted it into dependency.

I was jealous of every woman involved in Arjit and fell mad.

The presence of Amnat also overlaps the shadow of the First Lady, and not even the Spirit is an exception to jealousy.

When she realized, she became a spellspiritualist... a harmer to the Spirit, hurting the Holy Spirit, the need to preserve the country. Peace agreements with neighbouring countries are permanently frozen.

In the end, it caused her, as a sinner, to be estranged and deported from the country, and Arjit took responsibility and stepped down the king's throne.

Arjit advised time and again that she would not prefer a person who chose to harm others over to elevate her, but she did not go through with her insanity in love.

Arjit has never had romantic feelings since birth.

Two queens, I was sick of it.

But.

In pity, I fell in love with the artisan soul of this girl, who was in an unbeatable situation for the two queens.

"You've got daughters like this."

"I just fell asleep, and is there an exclusive maid available to serve my wife? I would like to be present because I will see the doctor of the house and I would like to be informed of my previous debilitation and recovery and precautions in my life."

"Ahhh..."

Arjit looked up to heaven.

"For once, the candidate, I brought him... he could suck."