The Seamstress Girl

"Male body? Spirit King?"

"Hmm?

Leaning his neck, I saw Mr. Schnell groaning.

Somehow, he would know, wouldn't he? And I wonder.

"Oh, there's only a female body," assumptions? Are you? "

I offered my hand.

There, a purple prince, fluttering from the shadows, sat down with his feet together.

Mr. Schnell narrowed his eyes and gazed at the purple prince, at the Spirit King of the Wind standing beside himself.

"... man"

"If you think it's a pretty strong spirit, I see it's the Spirit King"

I surrounded the table and said after Master Arjit swallowed a sip of tea next to me.

"Master Yui, you understand very well?

"Needle, good arm, somehow I can tell"

"Oh, hey, Master Yui, you don't have to measure it, it hits the dimensions perfectly. How easy is it to make a difference between men and women?"

If a craftsman named Needle has game-like skills, I guess these apply. Well, the distinction between men and women has been made since the last life.

I don't know because some of the people I know who are seniors and friends and who, in handouts, have asked me to make costumes were men who are more beautiful than the women around them and women who are more Rin shaped than the men around them.

Mr. Schnell is across the street, lying on the table.

"Seven years..., I didn't realize, I mean..."

As an artisan, I know what it's like to be struck by shock. but I shook my body softly.

I'm very concerned about Mr. Schnell's bag and hips.

"But the newborn Spirit King of the Sea or the Spirit King of the Wind, even though it's that size... is it just the Dark Spirit King, this size?

Enough to overhear Master Arjit whine.

"Yui?"

Hey, what's up? And I was stroked on my cheek, and I looked up to Master Arjit.

"... Um, Mr. Schnell, of, possessions, weapons, and something in the bag? but I'm curious."

"Oh, in the bag... maybe those clothes"

"Hmm? What's the clothes in the bag, this?

The moment I saw him, I got goosebumps.

"Hih."

Red and black, rotten thread sewn in, I found it to be cursed clothes.

It is fortunate in my unhappiness that the curse sewer is too bad and because of that it has become something I cannot wear, the effect is now being cancelled.

Prince Purple pulled out Rapier and pierced it.

"Ah."

"Huh?"

The clothes fell apart, more than the clothes of Mr. Arjit once did. Rather, it did not remain in the form of fibers either.

The sparkling and 'blessed' particles stood and climbed, melting back into the world.

"... oh, blah, blah, blah!

I knew because they were showing me the ribbon.

"Blessings, I was about to be, cursed, inverted!

If the producer had known it was complete, the clothes would have been a blessing. The curse was something I didn't accept.

"Huh? Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?

I didn't think, bashing the table in both palms.

"Mr. Schnell! My own work! I'll take care of it!

"Ha, ha!

"Confidence, too, hold! And then I realized!

The Spirit King of the Wind was also snorting on the side.

"My, that clothes... was... a blessing, was it about to become?

Mr. Schnell softly touched the remaining shards of yarn, blurring and tearing away.