The Seamstress Girl

Stoll, Yui's in trouble.

Master Rodin stopped me, and Mr. Stall raised his head.

"Besides, I would have sworn an oath at the time of the contract, wouldn't I?

"It weighs differently! What Master Yui taught me proved the legend of my clan to be true! With an employment oath, it's not enough!

"Yes, yes, I know how you feel, but Master Yui, you don't seem to understand that I'm amazing, and you shouldn't understand properly before you take your vows again?

"But"

"Oh, and, Master Yui, if you marry Master Arjit, you're royal... and then you'll also be honored with the vows of the clan you're offering to the royal family, right?

To Mr. Mimachi's words, Mr. Stole shook his body slightly.

I found myself somewhat convinced that 'that too', even though it was full body armor.

Huh? No, wait a minute?

I just taught you how to dress, didn't I?

What's amazing is the people who built that armor, right?

I'm not amazing, amazing are the armored people! And I wrote it down and showed it to you, but everyone smiled gently at the honwali and said, "Yes, sir," and it went through.

"Well, something unexpected happened and I'm late, Rodin, but I'm going home, and I'm going to head the Menes... and I'm going to have to talk to my son soon."

"Oh, right."

Master Rodin was somewhat distant.

"Menez family owner..."

"Consider Yui's strength, too, and don't do anything to push him as soon as I teach him, beware, I will... I can't guarantee it from tomorrow, but a nightclub in three days... if Yui's arm, can you make a dress?

"Right. But if you're being polite...?

"Dear Rodin, if it's a courtesy, there's nothing wrong with Master Yui. It's just that dance is better..."

"Dance is in the direction of no this time, you'll be fine"

Dress!?

To my current exterior, that means I can make it!?

"Yui, can you and Master Arjid make a protective sewing costume for the night club by three days from now?

Lord Rodin put up three fingers and added a wonderful object that flew away.

"Color, of, kibo, Ama, sushi?

A voice that has not recovered makes a faint sound.

"You should avoid the young grass colour, it's the colour of the present king"

"Oh, I like blues, etc. I guess it's because the magic color is blue and silver."

I see?

Try to draw up some designs.

"Well, good... I got it. I'll pick you up in three days."

Oh, is night club participation a decision...

Well, I'm engaged to the former king, and my needle arms seem to be crappier and nastier than I imagined, and I guess I'll have no choice but to make a social debate.

Besides, your show is either, my protective sewing arm.

Furli and his spine trembled.

Craftsman's scraps that flatly push people with such clothes and absurd objects... that just exist and are insulting needles.

I can't believe that father was such a terrible arm... and I can never forgive him for making fun of all the clothes without protective stitches with that.

Before I left the mansion, I dropped off Lord Arjid's carriage dressed as Mr. Stoll.

I wanted to get to work right away, but that day I was only allowed to boil the design.