Chapter 22

Stall, having taken off her armor, was a cream-colored person.

Her hair, which fell softly to her chest, was the color of buttercream.

The quality was so good that there were no strange kinks left.

Her eye color was blue. Her skin color was a slightly lighter cream than buttercream, making her eye color very striking. She was beautiful, more on the cute side.

She seemed like the type who would be in the library committee, quiet, kind, and serious.

Until she took off her armor, she had been the type with a sharp and dignified air, so the contrast was rather cute.

And her figure was: full, tight, and slender.

Perhaps because of the armor, my three-size judgment eye hadn't worked, so I looked again.

...

I think a wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows.

There are bra-like items in this world too.

However, it seems they aren't worn correctly.

Many people squish their chests.

Even with the armor, it must have been difficult to move.

"Breasts, one size, up, cough."

The maid sisters' eyes took on a dangerous light.

"Yui-sama, are you serious?"

She nodded and wrote down the breast pad size on the paper handed to her.

It was almost the same as the head maid's, so there should be some in stock.

"Wait, I'm fine with this size!"

"It's no good! Listen, Stall-sama. We also received Yui-sama's advice and went up one or two sizes. Breast tissue... if not properly contained, it escapes... to the stomach or back..."

The maid sisters lowered their eyes sadly.

"Me, one size too?"

Her voice trembling, Stall placed her hands on her chest.

I nodded.

"Yui-sama can tell a person's size just by looking. The proper size!"

"Of course, there are those who say they press their chests because they get in the way, but following Yui-sama's instructions made it easier to move and more comfortable."

"Come to think of it, everyone looks prettier than when I met them before..."

"Oh, that's also due to the benefits of Yui-sama being protected by the spirits."

Just then, I raised my hand.

"Se, re, re, cough."

"Yui-sama, don't push yourself, I'll get writing tools ready!"

The writing tools were quickly prepared.

I had just confirmed that everyone in this mansion had become protected by the spirits.

Incidentally, they learned that they could sew with Scrul's magic and asked to have their favorite person's magic, like a thin thread, sewn in.

Most people apparently can't release their magic from their bodies at will.

They can only wrap themselves in a thin mist-like substance.

The spirits would borrow their magic at such times.

I wrote down and informed them that everyone had become protected by the spirits.

"Oh!"

"Lie, but recently... even when not with Yui-sama, the taste of tea..."

"Come to think of it..."

"This information is also bad. It's good that the former king is here. Everyone, without saying..."

"Yes, no telling others."

"I will inform the master and the former king."

"Yui-sama, Stall-sama's preparations are complete!"

Hmm. Stall's screams were playing in the background.

If she did it herself, it would be one thing, but being dressed by someone else can be quite a shock.

Her arms were thrust in without mercy, and the flesh from her back and stomach was gathered.

I recalled the handcraft club senior from my middle school days in my previous life and had a distant look.

In my previous life, my father treated his wife like a housekeeper, so my mother wasn't very fashionable.

I hardly learned anything from her.

How to wear a bra and take care of my skin were things I learned from seniors and friends.

A woman's preparation is a kind of battle readiness, the senior's words I can't forget...

Now, I took up the writing tools again and wrote down, with simple diagrams, how to wear the armor and the points to note.

Stall, though confused, seemed to have given up in a way and put on the armor as I explained.

"Ah, even without tightening, it fits perfectly...?"

She was satisfied with the neat silhouette.

But the change came after that.

The horn-like part on her head moved, bending.

"Huh?"

It changed along the head, blooming into flowers.

"Beautiful..."

"Amazing..."

The maid sisters were also captivated and held their breath.

It was a crown of lilies.

Then, a green gemstone floated up from her chest.

It was positioned along her collarbones.

And from her back, wings spread out, visible only to me in this place.

It was the first time I saw... a full-size spirit, the same size as the armor.

It must have been sleeping in the chest of the armor, stretching and then re-merging with the armor, hiding its form.

I saw something incredible.

The spirit of the armor.

This armor had created a spirit.

The ultimate in spirit-protected sewing is, surely, this.

Not a natural occurrence, but the birth and creation of a spirit.