The Seamstress Girl

"Mmm, that's a falling point..." Uh, you're not getting through. You are too weak. Are you willing to cure this girl?

She stopped speaking Japanese, and said Aria in the language of this country, offering her hand.

Flirting there, Mr. Kuniken Spirit appeared... and put his hands down safely.

Shara Shara and a dress made of lace knitting play the sound.

Mr. Aria started explaining that the horror boss was the curse I had scattered from Mr. National Cloth Spirit.

I began to make new gloves in the hands of Mr. Spirit Kuniku, who appeared.

Of course the thread is Mr. Aria's gold thread.

This yarn, mixed with magic, has a supple hardness

When it moves, it makes a kind of beautiful noise.

And if you don't mix the magic, it sticks with the other threads... I don't mind wanting to be cloth-shaped, but the first time the lace braids crumbled, I screamed.

Dear Arjit and Aria are listening with one ear to discuss

Braid the pattern you taught me.

It was also at the top of the tapestry, a magic formation of purification.

It's just that Aria is on the material provider's side, and she's not a producer, so I just have to recreate what I saw at the meeting.

Here's a magic mix, don't mix this one, stick around... and design a knitting diagram in your brain.

This arm will soon be cut off.

That way, even if Mr. Aria doesn't interfere, he demonizes... with a scattered curse, that horror.

If this whole arm demonizes, I don't know what lass boss will be born.

A little bit, but I need to sharpen my powers...

Sometimes, but I need to practice! of, is stronger as consciousness.

Until now, there has been no mixing of magic. There has only been a choice between mixing.

By and large, the speed of your hands remains the same.

But the speed of my hand was the harm here.

My hands unconsciously try to produce the knitting diagrams I designed in my head.

We mix magic here, we don't mix here... we're not used to that tweaking.

Uh-oh!

I'm going to miss!

But I can't even slow down!

Because the curse stains out and I have to seal it from my fingertips trying to recognize me so I can't get caught up.

Mr. Aria's golden thread remained without disappearing properly.

They spend weeks purifying it and disappearing.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

In my first gloves, you just scatter the curse, and then you'll be drawn back to the curse again.

It made no sense unless Mr. Aria defeated the demonized thing.

I was honestly depressed that it had not been treated.

I was overconfident of my protective stitching.

"Nobody on the spot noticed anything, I can't help it, and... it's a good thing he's less burdened, even for a little while."

And, although Aria told me.

Demonization is less efficient than purification magic, and it's more dangerous.

Familiarity and overconfidence hinder growth.

I can sew faster and prettier than a machine... I can make things that have strange potencies...

I thought again that I should not be satisfied there.

Because I was quite focused, Arjit and Aria's conversation on the spot was hardly on my mind.

I used to bare my ears.

Aria has about a year left in her consciousness.

For my spider to have as much power as Mr. Aria, it's going to take a couple of years early or something.

You know, you have to chop off Mr. Kuniku Spirit's arm.

To do this, you need the cooperation of the high spirits of the wind attribute or the demon sword with the cutting attribute.

The severed arm, Mr. Aria, you don't have to interfere to demonize it.

Those are extra because I was listening before the walls became light and joined the Arjits.

Aria has a high probability of being reincarnated again, and naturally doesn't say that we are reincarnated.

I didn't get stuck in Japanese.

Aria, talk to me.

'I'm fine, because magic caged objects are often only readable or visible to qualified people. If you look at me like you don't know what they're asking, they'll understand. "

"Well, we'll have a wedding in six months."

Hmm?

The moment I finished my struggling knitting sometime, to Aria's words that came into my ear.

That's why my thoughts didn't catch up.

"Six months, later, marriage?

Who did? I guess he looked.

"Dear Amnato and Hanya, you're Arjit and Yui."

Soon Mimachi, who refrained behind my oblique back, told me.

"Of course, if we don't find the means of amputation, we'll have to spend another six months."

Aria sighed.

"The body of this curse is no longer individually discernable. Just the wedding of the king and queen (mixed up), maybe a rampage. But that means it's easier to disconnect from her."

He strokes the national cloth spirits as important, and Aria laughs.

"The deadline is only one year, and I can wake up only twice later."

I looked at me and Mr. Kunikocloth Spirit with tender eyes, and I saw Master Arjit and the others with eyes that weren't laughing.

"Only this kid and Yui can protect the real deal."

I'm dying in six months. I'm not strong enough.

... so it seemed that the audible audible sounded in the brains of Master Arjit and the others.