Chapter 13

Sitting on the lap of the former king, I was encouraged to drink the tea and accepted it.

"Take a rest."

"Huh?"

I’m not tired at all?

"Normally, this much blessing stitching would take a whole day."

"Is that so?"

Lord Rodan, who didn’t know this, was taken aback by the former king’s words.

"Ah, Rodan... is being watched strangely by the Nuier family..."

"Yes, even though their demotion and our promotion are unrelated."

"It’s quite something that you managed to take in this child."

"Yes, that’s right, Yui, there’s something I wanted to ask you."

"Nu?"

"Why didn’t the Nuier family do the blessing stitching for you? With your skills, you wouldn’t have been abused to that extent."

Ah, I knew I’d be asked about this.

The general public knows me as the Nuier family’s dropout who can’t do blessing stitching... that’s my reputation.

I was taught that ordinary noble daughters make their social debut at twelve.

At that time, my birth family was spreading the word that they had no intention of letting me use the Nuier name, as I was an incompetent who couldn’t do blessing stitching.

I was destined to be a slave in the Nuier family for life...

Really, it’s amazing that Lord Rodan took me in.

Was it because the treatment of needle workers was good?

But from what I hear, Lord Rodan isn’t well-liked by the Nuier family.

Oops, I need to answer the question.

"I used my magic power for the spirits. I didn’t know at first that I could store it in the spiders."

Ugh, my jaw is tired from talking more than usual today. My throat is dry.

Before I knew it, I had tilted the cup to moisten my throat with the tea, with the spirits still in the cup.

It’s normal for spirits to meddle with food and drinks, so I don’t mind.

The former king seemed a bit startled, as he could see them.

It’s fine. I’m not going to eat the spirits.

The spirits are pretending to cling to the rim of the cup and are playing around.

Since I wasn’t scolded, I continued.

"Later, I learned how to store magic power, but... I didn’t want to use my power for them anymore."

My voice had become quite hoarse and thin by the end.

"Ah, I understand. You really need to rest... It seems talking is more tiring than blessing stitching."

The former king said this with a slightly exasperated tone, and I nodded drowsily.

"However, I had heard about it, but spirit healing...?"

"Switching between storing and not storing magic power is in the realm of a mage, right?"

Hmm? Does he want to see spirit healing?

But there are no spirits here that need healing...

I extended my magic threads and, using the skills I honed through lace knitting, made capes for the yukata-dressed spirits.

Ah, yes. I know the former king can see them, but... I’ve never cared before, so...

Also, I had no awareness of how amazing my magic threads were, so I didn’t think much of it.

"You... are extraordinary... Just creating magic threads is already beyond the norm, but to control them so freely..."

"Huh?"