episode_0002

“Revolution of the weaving machine! Productivity more than doubles with the improvement of magic power engines…”

[Huh?]

In my childhood.

When I first went to a banquet and was shocked to face the Hourglass Legion, I saw an article in the newspaper and made a grand plan.

A grand plan to change the hideous clothes.

To this end, I learned sewing and even made some clothes myself, but I eventually gave up on that intention.

It wasn’t because the results were bad.

There were some rough parts, but I was quite satisfied.

I knew I had a talent for design and sewing, and I knew that if I practiced a little more, I could make better clothes.

But I was scared.

Of social perceptions and the church.

I didn’t want to be arrested for disturbing public morals.

So I gave up.

Believing that with time, I, and my tastes, might change.

[Is he perhaps impotent?]

“Fuck.”

However, after hearing my mother’s words at the banquet, I fell into deep thought for several days.

I realized for sure that my tastes, which I believed would change, had not changed at all, and I knew that the gazes around me were not kind because I had been lukewarm because I was uncomfortable with the clothes.

Thanks to that, I felt that I no longer had the luxury to wait optimistically and that a radical change was needed.

Then, can I change?

Honestly, I’m not confident.

That’s why I’m in this mess now.

“……”

I opened the drawer.

A box covered in a thick layer of dust from not being touched for a long time revealed itself.

Sewing tools that I had hidden while giving up the plan, but kept because I had lingering feelings.

Perhaps, this is the last chance.

If I miss this moment, I’ll just go on a blind date and get married as my mother or father tells me to.

I don’t like that very much.

I took the box out and put it on the desk.

If I don’t have the confidence to change, and I don’t like the way things are going now, I’ll change the environment.

I’ll change the annoying and hideous clothes.

A plan I had dreamed of for a long time, but gave up after being confronted by the wall of reality.

The time has come to execute it.

Social perception? The order led by the church?

I don’t care anymore.

Rather than continuing to look at the Hourglass, I will gloriously burn and become a martyr while doing everything I want to do.

“Hoo…”

I sighed and opened the box.

To escape the misunderstanding of being impotent or gay, I will gladly accept the infamy of being a pervert.

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I vowed to accept the infamy of being a pervert, but I had no intention of making bunny girls or miniskirts from the start.

I didn’t want to enjoy the church’s warm love (it’s hot), but even if I made them, who would wear such clothes?

You have to start with something less repulsive so that you can accept the more daring ones later.

It’s meaningless to die without seeing the clothes being made and worn, so it’s good to start with something I like but isn’t too flashy at first.

Fortunately, I know of a perfect outfit that I don’t have yet and is acceptable to wear, so I skipped dinner and started designing.

-Screech…

As I carefully drew lines on the paper, transferring the imagination in my head, the door opened with the sound of hinges.

I was just concentrating in a pleasant way, but with just one door sound, it collapsed like a sandcastle.

“Who is it.”

“Young Master.”

Without taking my eyes off the paper, I moved the pen and shouted at the uninvited guest in an unpleasant voice, and a woman with a gentle but ear-catching voice called me.

“Ah!”

A welcome voice I was waiting for.

I immediately put down the pen and turned around, and a maid with sleepy eyes was standing in front of the door holding a basket as big as her torso.

“Emily, you’re here?”

“Yes, I brought the things you asked for this afternoon, Young Master.”

“Okay, thank you, can you put the basket down here next to me?”

“Yes.”

Emily nodded lightly and moved her steps lightly and came closer.

The basket seemed quite heavy, and her waddling appearance was cute like a penguin.

As I watched Emily with a pleased smile, Emily, who had come to the side of the desk and put down the basket, put her hand on her hip and looked at me with a sulky expression.

“Young Master, can I ask you a question?”

“What is it?”

Emily’s slender finger pointed to the cloth in the basket.

“What’s the reason you suddenly asked for the cloth?”

“Well, of course, it’s because I’m going to make clothes.”

Emily’s brow furrowed.

“Young Master, didn’t you say the same thing when you were a child?”

“That’s right.”

“And you gave up after studying for a few years, right?”

“That’s also right.”

“But you’re going to make clothes again…?”

“Yeah, this time it’s different.”

“You say that, but…”

Emily, who answered sarcastically, stared at my pupils with suspicious eyes.

“Young Master, do you know how much Madam is worried about you? These days, she asks me to take good care of you.”

“Really? She nags me often too.”

“No, do you know that and still do this?”

“I’m doing this because I know.”

My mother is worried about me because of marriage and sociability, so she gets rid of the clothes that are problematic for my love life.

It’s a conclusion that came out through very rational and logical analysis, so I don’t know what the problem is.

“Haa…”

As I widened my eyes and received Emily’s sharp gaze, Emily took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.

Emily knew better than anyone that once I insisted, I wouldn’t give up, so she seemed to realize that it was a waste of time to say more.

“Then, is there anything else you need me to do?”

As if she just wanted to finish her work quickly and go back, Emily, whose voice had lost strength, put her left hand on her head and opened her eyes.

“Then, can you come closer?”

“Yes.”

Emily, moving her feet limply, came close enough for me to reach out and stopped.

“If possible, please stand at attention.”

“…?”

At my request that followed, Emily looked at me as if she was suspicious, but she put her hand, which had been on her hip, firmly next to her thigh.

“Hmm~”

I let out a faint groan and scanned Emily.

I always feel this, but Emily is an excellent maid, but her outfit was too disappointing.

There aren’t any maid outfits in this world yet, so the clothes that maids wear are similar to the clothes that country women wear.

If you’re a maid, the national rule is a black one-piece dress with a pure white apron and headband, but here, the national rule isn’t followed, so I’m always disappointed.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

“Yes?”

I reached out to Emily and put my hand between her arm and waist.

As I grabbed her waist as it was, about a finger’s width went in.

Perhaps because she moves a lot for various reasons, Emily’s waist had almost no excess fat and was firm.

“Your waist is really thin, it seems thinner than before? Do you wear corsets…”

“Eek!”

Emily, widening her eyes like a cat, shrugged her shoulders and was startled, then pushed my arm away with her hand and started shouting.

“W-Wait, Young Master? What are you doing all of a sudden!”

“Just bear with me for a moment, it’s hard to measure your waist.”

“Y-You shouldn’t grab a woman’s waist like that! Let go! Quickly!”

“Wait a moment…”

“Eek!”

As I put strength into my grasp to calm Emily, who was struggling, Emily pinched my arm hard.

The woman’s unique slender and long nails dug into my skin.

“Agh!”

Screaming at the burning pain and taking a step back, Emily, whose face was flushed red, glared at me while breathing roughly.

“I didn’t know you were such a shameless person, Young Master!”

“I said I wanted to make clothes.”

“What does that have to do with groping my waist?”

“Because I’m going to give it to you.”

“Heh……?”

A sound of air leaking.

Emily, whose eyes widened and lips slightly parted, looked at me with a dazed expression, trembling her pupils.

And about five beats late, a bewildered voice flowed out, breaking the silence.

“Wh-What did you say?”

“I’m going to give it to you, because it’s an outfit I want to give to you, so I need to know your measurements.”

“Haa-”

Emily, who let out a sigh so deep that it seemed to pierce the ground, rubbed her face with both hands and washed her face dry.

“Young Master, you should have said that first, I misunderstood.”

“Ah.”

My actions flowed out before my words because I was too impatient.

I’ve done something I shouldn’t have done to a virgin who hasn’t even gotten married yet.

“I’m sorry.”

I awkwardly smiled and apologized to Emily, who was blaming me while covering her face.

Then, Emily carefully lowered her hands and pouted her lips.

“Be careful next time.”

“Okay.”

Emily spoke as if she was nonchalant, but her face was still flushed red and her voice was mixed with trembling, as if she hadn’t calmed down yet.

“Then, is there anything else you want me to do?”

“Can I measure your body size?”

“Huh…”

Emily, who seemed dumbfounded at my brazenly demanding her waist circumference as if the previous commotion hadn’t happened, slightly opened her mouth and burst into a short, hollow laugh.

“What happens if I say no?”

“You’ll have to wear clothes that don’t fit, right?”

“There’s no guarantee that I’ll wear that outfit, is there?”

“You’re not going to wear it?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?!”

I was startled by Emily’s appearance of firmly nodding her head.

What should I do.

I thought Emily would definitely listen to me, but the plan is about to be ruined from the start.

I can just make the clothes and show them to my mother, but then it’ll be missing that one crucial thing…

“Ugh…”

My head gets complicated.

I held Emily’s hands tightly with both hands and looked up at Emily.

Emily’s shoulders flinched at the sudden contact.

“Ugh…!”

“Hey, is there any way you can do it?”

Emily’s pupils moved confusedly at my earnest request.

Her lips were moving several times as if her head was complicated.

“… Why me of all people?”

A quiet voice leaked out between her lips.

Why Emily of all people.

That was very simple.

“You’re the prettiest.”

Clothes are ultimately for decorating people, so any clothes feel beautiful on a beautiful person.

There’s a reason why they say the completion of fashion is the face.

“……”

Emily’s pupils, which couldn’t stay still, stopped while looking at my eyes.

And Emily stared at my eyes as if she wanted to see inside my head beyond my pupils.

“Haa~”

A deep sigh as if the ground was sinking.

Emily, who had put her hand on her hip as if she had made a decision, opened her tightly closed lips.

“That, is it okay to do it with clothes on?”

“Huh?”

The corners of my mouth stretch long and soar high into the sky.

“I’m asking if it’s okay to measure with clothes on.”

“Yes! Of course!”

“Instead, please finish it quickly.”

“Yes! I’ll finish it soon, I’ll finish it really quickly! Thank you so much, Emily!”

Suppressing the urge to hug her tightly right away, I shook Emily’s tightly held hands up and down.

“Hurry up and do it instead of this time, I’m embarrassed.”

“Okay!”

Emily frowned and avoided my gaze.

I let go of Emily’s hands and hurriedly looked for the measuring tape in the box.