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    After finishing up things with the Knights, I headed straight to the smithy instead of going home.

    It was a variable that Princess Elizabeth followed, saying she wanted to stick around until the end since I was already out, but I had expected it from when we met today.

    “The smithy? What business do you have here?”

    “I need to hire a blacksmith for the clothes I’m going to make in the future. I’ve only been talking about it until now, but since I have some time, I’m trying to finish it quickly.”

    “Hmm~”

    The Princess nodded slightly and made a humming sound, smiling as if she found it interesting.

    “I can just quietly observe again this time, right?”

    “Yeah.”

    The Princess took a step back.

    It naturally looked like I was taking the lead and the attendants were following behind.

    I wondered if she could just stand next to me, but she seemed to be subtly enjoying the situation, so I just let it go.

    Judging by how the Princess’s maid naturally stood next to her, this probably wasn’t the first time this had happened.

    “……”

    Thanks to that, only Emily, who was caught between the Princess and her maid, looked pitiful, but even if she looked at me with those trembling eyes, there was nothing I could do.

    Avoiding Emily’s pathetic gaze, I moved my feet into the smithy.

    As soon as the smithy door opened, the sound of metal scraping and clashing greeted us, and Isabella, who seemed to be whispering with a person who looked like an employee near the entrance, glanced at us.

    “Ms. Isabella, hello.”

    “Oh my, Sir William~ Did you come to find what you mentioned so quickly?”

    “Yes, that’s right. Did I come too early, perhaps?”

    “No, you came at the right time.”

    “I’d like to meet that child right away, is that alright?”

    “Of course, Patrick has been waiting for you to come.”

    “Haha, I’ve been a bit mischievous.”

    “Hehe~ Still, it’s fortunate that you came early.”

    After exchanging pointless stories, Isabella smiled and turned her body, shouting loudly towards the inside of the smithy.

    “Patrick! Patrick, come out here quickly!”

    “Yes!”

    From deep inside the smithy, behind an unknown machine, came a neutral voice that was too thin to be a man and too thick to be a woman, and then a short-haired boy? poked his head over the machine.

    The boy? initially looked around like a meerkat guarding its territory, but upon discovering me standing with Isabella, he smiled brightly and ran towards me like a puppy running towards a frisbee.

    A lively voice, a girl-like appearance, and a petite height similar to an adult woman.

    For a moment, I was momentarily confused as to whether she was a woman, and I briefly suspected that Isabella had called the wrong person.

    However, after seeing the faint burn marks on his face and the protruding Adam’s apple on his neck, as well as the arms and upper arms where muscles and blood vessels stood out, I was able to confirm that she had called the right person.

    “This is the person I mentioned before, he said he wanted to meet you today.”

    “Hello! I’m Patrick Gordon! It’s an honor to meet you, Sir William!”

    “Nice to meet you too.”

    I accepted Patrick’s greeting, who was bowing as if he were about to bury his head in the floor, and tapped him on the shoulder.

    Then, Patrick, as if a spring had popped, straightened his back and looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

    I made eye contact with Patrick, smiled, and said.

    “I heard you dream of becoming a blacksmith?”

    “Yes! That’s right.”

    “Ms. Isabella, did you show this child the drawing before?”

    “Yes.”

    If so, it’s good that things are moving fast.

    I took out a piece of paper from my pocket and handed it to Patrick.

    “What is this?”

    “Take a look.”

    “This is…”

    The drawing handed to Patrick depicted the same wire that I had shown to Isabella before.

    The difference was that this time the drawing was drawn with the exact measurements I wanted.

    “How long does it usually take to make a pair of these wires?”

    “It depends on the material and precision, so it’s not exact, but it usually takes about three or four hours.”

    “Then, can you make it by tomorrow morning?”

    “Tomorrow morning?”

    “Yeah.”

    Upon the condition of tomorrow morning, Patrick carefully examined the paper and looked at me with serious eyes, asking.

    “Do I have to match these measurements exactly? How much error is allowed?”

    “Less than 1mm.”

    “1mm…”

    Patrick’s brow furrowed deeply at my condition.

    If the wire fits the body perfectly, the discomfort will be greatly reduced, but there is no need to be so precise.

    The human body changes slightly every day, so no matter how precisely it is made, it will become misaligned as the body changes.

    I deliberately set strict conditions because I wanted to test Patrick’s abilities.

    “Hmm…”

    Patrick, letting out a faint groan, crossed his arms and tapped his arms with his fingers, lost in thought.

    As the deliberation grew longer, Patrick’s eyes moved busily towards the paper, the air, and me.

    “…”

    As the deliberation continued for about a minute with the sound of metal as music, the fingers tapping the arms suddenly stopped.

    Then, Patrick made eye contact with me, spread his chest wide, and gave a confident smile.

    “It’s possible, I can give it to you not tomorrow morning, but even this evening.”

    Patrick not only gave a confident answer, but also presented strict conditions in reverse.

    I don’t know yet whether it’s unfounded bravado or confidence from skill, but I liked the spirit.

    I raised one corner of my mouth and said.

    “I like the confidence, but the deadline is tomorrow morning.”

    “Then, I’ll show you the best results I can show you, so please look forward to the end.”

    “Alright, I’ll be looking forward to it.”

    “Yes!”

    I nodded slightly while watching Patrick answering loudly.

    I liked the first impression for now.

    _

    “Unexpectedly, it’s not fun.”

    “What?”

    After giving the test to the child named Patrick and coming out of the smithy, Princess Elizabeth, who had been quietly watching, blurted out something out of the blue.

    I wondered if she had become a dopamine-seeking madman even during work because she was hanging out with our employees, so I frowned and examined the Princess, and the Princess opened her mouth with a slightly sullen expression.

    “I thought you, who I’ve seen until now, would make a big deal out of things, but I thought you were working too boringly…”

    I was so dumbfounded that I narrowed my eyes and glared at the Princess slightly, saying.

    “What do you think of me? Even so, I don’t just start things without thinking.”

    The Princess nodded with an expression that she didn’t really believe, and glared at me.

    “What happens if you start something without thinking?”

    “Wouldn’t the church step in?”

    “Oh…”

    The Princess had a blank expression for a brief moment, then lowered the corners of her mouth slightly and nodded.

    “It’s frustrating, but it’s very persuasive.”

    “Right?”

    “I’m curious to know what the results will be when you don’t restrain yourself, will I be able to see it someday?”

    “Maybe?”

    In my estimation, I didn’t think it would be easy.

    It might be possible for the skirt to get a little shorter, or for the sleeves to get shorter, but will a bikini swimsuit be able to appear in the world?

    I don’t think it will be possible in just a few decades.

    If I can live to be over 100 years old, it might be barely possible.

    Or someone forcibly instills the driving force of reform.

    It’s practically impossible.

    “More than that, Sir William.”

    “Yeah?”

    “I hope you’ll think a little less in the future.”

    “What are you talking about?”

    “If you continue to be like this in the future, my life will become boring, so I ask you to only think for about 3 seconds instead of 5 seconds before acting.”

    “Tsk…”

    I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.

    It was nonsense that wasn’t even worth answering, so I looked ahead and ignored the Princess’s words.

    “Pfft~”

    The Princess probably wasn’t serious either, and she didn’t show any other reaction, just letting out a small laugh at my reaction.

    _

    After parting ways with the Princess, who was in danger of becoming a dopamine addict, and returning to the townhouse, there was a letter I had never seen before on the desk.

    “What is this?”

    I carefully picked it up and checked the sender, and instead of a name, there was a magic tower symbol stamped there.

    The moment I realized it came from the magic tower, I immediately turned the envelope over and tore off the wax, hurriedly taking out the paper from the envelope and unfolding it.

    [Regarding the analysis results requested by Sir William Henry Howard…]

    Skipping the pretentious greetings and reading from the middle, one sentence caught my eye.

    “Oh!”

    Surprised by the magic tower’s surprise gift, I reflexively exclaimed and brought the paper close, as if to bury my face in it.

    I had vaguely thought that it would come around Friday, since the results were said to be coming out this week, and I had put it aside in a corner of my head, but to think that it would arrive on Monday right away.

    I expressed my infinite gratitude to the magic tower for sending the results early while working even on weekends, and rubbed my pounding chest as I diligently rolled my eyes.

    [The results are on the back page…]

    I immediately turned the paper over and examined the contents of the back page.

    There, a table was drawn with various difficult numerical values written on it.

    I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to understand it because I wasn’t close to science, but I was relieved to see that there was an explanation of various terms written on it when I turned another page, and I read the contents.

    To tell you the results of what the complex numbers and technical terms were saying from the beginning, one was a dud and the other two were hits.

    What’s more, what I had expected to be nylon was included in the hits, and the characteristics of the yarn were almost the same as I remembered, and it was not toxic that I didn’t know about.

    A material that can be used right away if enough material is secured.

    “Hehehe~”

    Letting out a delighted laugh, I sat down and picked up a pen.

    And while writing Hans Gongja’s name, I started writing a letter to send to Gongja.

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