Chapter Index

    “So, what’s the most important piece of clothing? Are we just going to let the mannequin roam the streets?”

    I came up with some innovative teabagging methods with novel ideas, but there were still important issues to be resolved.

    After all, I want to show off the clothes, not a cart with a mannequin hanging on it.

    “Now we should talk.”

    I rummaged through the basket under the table and took out the drawings, spreading them out.

    “Ah, it’s that outfit I saw last time.”

    “Yeah, that’s right.”

    Pantyhose.

    Maybe because they had seen it once already, the staff looked at the drawing with bright expressions, as if they were glad to see it.

    “It’s perfect for finishing things off, right?”

    “It’s good, it’s provocative and practical.”

    “I like that it feels like this is an outfit only we can make, rather than a baby doll or panties.”

    Perhaps my thoughts had permeated them a lot in the past month, their reaction was much better than the first time.

    “I’m thinking of going with the original plan as much as possible, does anyone have any other opinions?”

    “Since it’s getting colder, how about making the yarn thicker? After all, if it’s see-through, it’ll be cold, so people won’t look for it in the winter.”

    “Hmm, that’s right, that’s a good idea.”

    It’s the rule that stockings are see-through, but I can’t completely ignore the season.

    Thin stockings can be reintroduced in the summer.

    I was very glad that stockings are clothes that can be worn all year round.

    “Any other opinions?”

    “Can’t we make it white this time?”

    The white guard appeared again this week without fail.

    Our Herbert, for some reason, has become strangely obsessed with white since last week.

    “Stop looking for white, Herbert.”

    “Stockings are standard and universal in white, and there’s no hygiene issue here, so there’s no reason to use dark colors.”

    “Even so, stockings are black.”

    “Is that why you gave Princess Heiss white see-through stockings?”

    “No, that’s…”

    I was speechless.

    I never thought that what happened back then would grab my ankle at this moment.

    Forget the innocent girl image, I should have just gone with black…

    “Keuk…”

    “Sir William can’t refute it, so white is definitely justice.”

    “Why don’t we just do it in white and move on? It’s starting to feel uncomfortable.”

    “That’s right, let’s just do it in white.”

    “Okay.”

    Rather than wasting time with meaningless arguments, I quickly acknowledged and moved on.

    I’m sad that I can’t do black, but white isn’t bad either.

    I just don’t want strange attempts like green or orange.

    “But, for stockings, shouldn’t the fabric be made with knitting?”

    “Yeah, we sometimes use woven fabrics because of the design, but I’m thinking of using knitted fabrics because they’re more comfortable to wear.”

    “Hmm… Won’t it take too long? The yarn is thin to make it according to your plan.”

    “So I’m planning to bring in a knitting machine, I’ve placed an order with the Magic Tower.”

    “Ah, then there’s no problem.”

    I placed a special order to be able to knit even very thin yarn.

    It takes some time and money because the needles have to be made from scratch, but it’s a cheap price to pay to bring pantyhose to the world.

    “W-wait a minute, what machine did you say?”

    “Huh? A knitting machine.”

    Adelheid, who asked with a voice full of bewilderment, hardened her expression after hearing my answer, and tapped the floor with her legs, straightening her body.

    “What machine?”

    “A knitting machine.”

    “Hmm…?”

    Adelheid tilted her head as if she had misheard something and slowly approached.

    Why is she doing that?

    Is my pronunciation bad?

    “What, machine?”

    Adelheid, who had come closer, stared down at me with her eyes narrowed and asked the same question again.

    “I’m planning to bring in a knitting machine.”

    “Why?”

    “Because I can make them faster than by hand…”

    “…”

    Adelheid leaned over, bringing her face closer, and stared at me with wide eyes, starting to mutter in a low voice.

    “I’m good at knitting too? I’m not going to be pushed around by a machine? I can do it more delicately and beautifully than a machine, so why are you bringing in a machine? Ah, have you perhaps never seen me knitting? If so, I can show you right now.”

    “That… Adelheid, I can explain it fully.”

    Adelheid was losing focus in her eyes, stamping the floor with her legs every time a sentence ended.

    I was chilled to the bone, afraid that I would become a tanghulu skewer if I made even the slightest mistake.

    “I, I like things made by hand more than machines too?”

    Actually, I love machines so much.

    I pray every day for the birth of a sewing machine, and I live hoping that I can put thinner yarn into the machine.

    But I have to live too, right?

    Adelheid wouldn’t attack people, but watching her nervously stomp her sharp spider legs down, I couldn’t help but feel a threat to my life.

    “Then why such a terrible choice?”

    “I have to be able to make it with other people besides you, you can do it, but we can’t knit with such thin yarn…”

    Pantyhose require thin needles and thin yarn, so it’s a different dimension of difficulty than sweaters.

    The minimum thickness of yarn that can be knitted by a normal person is 0.2mm, which seems thin, but in denier, it’s about 300.

    How much is 300 in stockings?

    Winter tights are about 150 denier, and ordinary stockings use yarn between 30 and 80 denier.

    So, the stockings we’re trying to make are very thin yarn that can’t be done by human hands.

    Of course, human hands can show miracles when skilled, so you can knit if you handle the yarn very slowly and carefully.

    But then it would take months to make one stocking.

    Then, how is Adelheid possible?

    The spiderwebs made by spider AInes start at 0.001mm thick, just like ordinary spiders.

    It’s strange that they can’t handle regular yarn when they handle such thin spiderwebs.

    The important thing is that Adelheid is possible, but we are not.

    “We have to be able to make it too, right? Adelheid, you might be busy with other requests, or you might take a vacation sometimes, but we can’t not work just because you’re not here, so I can’t help but bring it in.”

    As I desperately explained why the machine was needed, gesturing wildly, life gradually returned to Adelheid’s eyes.

    The legs that had been tapping the floor were now calm, and the fierce expression had softened a lot.

    “Is this reason enough?”

    “Yes… I made a rash decision and misunderstood, I’m sorry.”

    Adelheid, who had calmed down after being persuaded, bowed her head.

    And she covered her slightly reddened cheeks with her hands and returned to her seat.

    “Hoo…”

    I watched Adelheid, who was slightly bowing her head out of shyness, and let out a small breath.

    I thought I was going to pee my pants.

    I should talk about it before bringing in anything new in the future.

    Otherwise, I would surely become a victim of the Luddite movement along with the machine.

    It’s tempting to leave my name in history, but I don’t want to leave my name as a victim.

    “So… then are there any other opinions?”

    The staff, overwhelmed by Adelheid, shook their heads, wanting to end the story quickly.

    “If not, let’s start making it now.”

    It was truly a coincidence that I felt that way too, so the discussion about pantyhose ended here.

    _

    Unlike the previous clothes that required the effort of cutting the fabric, this dress, which started with knitting, was made from start to finish by Adelheid’s one-man show.

    Except for checking the numbers, the four seamstresses, including me, did 0 work, and even showed the miracle of starting on Saturday and ending on Saturday.

    For the first time in a long time, I felt a sense of awe when I saw Adelheid’s hands.

    At this point, it’s understandable that she would be annoyed at the sound of buying a machine to do work faster.

    As such, pantyhose was born in real life due to Adelheid’s rampage, and when a new week began, I immediately obtained a horse and cart and prepared for the Imperial Capital runway.

    A cart connected to a horse, a chair fixed on the cart, and a mannequin sitting on the chair.

    The very grotesque shape certainly attracts attention.

    “Not bad.”

    Whether in a good or bad way, it certainly attracts attention, so I liked it very much.

    “Oh? Sir William, good morning.”

    “Huh? Ah, Herbert, good morning.”

    As I was smiling contentedly and rechecking the strings holding the mannequin in place, Herbert got out of his carriage, frowning and approached me.

    “What are you doing outside from the morning, Sir?”

    “I’m preparing a promotional cart.”

    “It’s Monday now, isn’t it too early unless you’re going to tour the Imperial Capital today?”

    “Yeah, I’m thinking of touring from today, this week will be a disaster if I don’t do things quickly.”

    Normally, there’s no need to prepare this quickly, but now that next week is National Foundation Day, I can be in trouble if I prepare so leisurely.

    “Trouble? There’s no way trouble will happen… Ah! It’s the time when carriages start to increase.”

    “That’s right.”

    Because in three or four days, traffic jams of hell will begin.

    The Imperial Capital was built with large roads from the beginning, so there is almost no traffic jam, but the roads are packed during these three periods: National Foundation Day, New Year’s Day, and the Emperor’s Coronation Anniversary, when all the nobles from all over the country gather.

    “Even so, you have to go around the Imperial Capital once.”

    “You are absolutely right.”

    I don’t want to be helplessly caught in the middle of a blocked road.

    It’s inevitable that I’ll get caught if a report comes in along the way, but it’s better to get caught as late as possible.

    “Is there anything I can help you with?”

    As I was talking and tugging on the strings, Herbert, who had been watching me, approached me, bending over slightly to help.

    “Uh uh~ no, it’s okay, I’ve already done it all.”

    I waved my hand before the duke squatted on the floor, shrugged my shoulders, and got up from my seat.

    “I was just checking if it was fixed well.”

    “Oh, I’m too late.”

    “Hehe, it’s not that you’re late, it’s that I’m impatient.”

    I smiled as I watched the duke wrinkle his nose as if he was a little disappointed, and dusted off my slightly dirty hands and moved to the atelier.

    “Let’s go inside.”

    “Yes.”

    The preparation is all done, so I just need to check if the staff are coming to work and leave right away.

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