Chapter 26

With a deep blue base, I embroidered with silver threads.

As an accent, I added small but elegant gemstones.

The design of the dress, a mix of a military uniform and a tuxedo, was for Lord Arjyd.

Next to it was a simple blue dress.

Its distinctive feature was a mini front and a long back, with plenty of fabric.

Underneath, I wore a lace skirt, so my legs would be visible but not exposed.

To put it simply, if the dress wasn’t a bit sexy, I would look like a little girl.

I have a slightly childish face, but I need to look around 15 years old.

Since my chest is barely there, the only way to add some sexiness is through my legs.

However, the back view of my legs lacks a well-balanced thigh line, so I need to cover them up; I’m far from having curvy legs.

I tried my best to balance it with Lord Arjyd.

"Amazing! Lady Yui!"

As expected, Stall is a lovely person. When she starts making dresses, she radiates a special aura.

"Stall, will you make a wedding dress for me?"

I made a reservation.

"Ah, no! I can’t ask Lady Yui to do such a thing! I have my mother’s dress!"

...Right, that was a high possibility... Stall is a first-class noble...

Stall is beautiful and has a large chest, so she can’t make designs for her own dress...

"But Stall, you have a big chest, so your mother’s dress might not fit, right? Your mother wasn’t from the Menes family, was she?"

Mimachi made a gesture with her hands in front of her chest, mimicking Stall’s size and a regular C-cup.

"Ah..."

Stall placed her hands on her chest, speechless.

Maybe her dream was to wear her mother’s dress for her wedding.

Even though her face was hidden by the helmet, I could feel her shock.

I think my eyes sparkled as I changed from a dejected state.

"I can remake it!"

"Eh?"

After seeing the actual dress, I think I can do it with my current skills.

If it doesn’t work, I can always make a new one, right?

"When Stall gets married, I’ll be the head guard, hehehe, we’ll share the bath and the bedroom!"

"Hey, do you think I’ll let you run wild and become a bride?"

"Ahh! Stall, my head is going to explode! The armor is powered up! Be gentle!"

While having such a conversation, I finished the evening dress.

Thanks to the makeup the maid sisters worked hard on, my appearance became that of an ageless, almost otherworldly being.

"This is truly a beauty, like a spirit."

"A little while ago, I was just a scrawny, ragged girl."

I stretched out my arms and spun once.

The hem of the dress spread beautifully.

"But, I’m not fully aware of it myself."

That’s why I can objectively make clothes.

Lord Arjyd extended his hand to me, and I curtsied before placing my delicate hand in his large palm.

Before the evening party began, Lord Arjyd escorted me to stand before the current king, Amnart.

I was relieved that King Amnart wasn’t wearing the current Nier family head’s attire.

Because he has a similar build to a king from a few generations ago, he wears that.

There’s a slight size difference, but it’s not as bad as what Arjyd was wearing.

No, I shouldn’t compare it to that; it’s rude and disrespectful to clothes in every way.

King Amnart is sturdy and larger than Arjyd, with a warm and gentle aura, like a herbivorous lion.

There were three seats during the meeting.

The king’s seat, and the queen’s seat with one seat in between.

In the middle was a very beautiful, adult-sized spirit.

Her long hair was like obsidian, but it shimmered blue or glowed red depending on the angle.

Her eyes were green, but the color deepened or lightened depending on the angle.

The dress was primarily pure white but appeared silver or gold depending on the angle.

As it went down to the hem, it changed to a young leaf green.

It was adorned with colorful gemstones like fruits and beautiful floral decorations.

"Wow..."

I couldn’t help but stare, and the spirit smiled warmly.

It felt like seeing a rainbow spread across the sky, a strange warmth filled my chest.

...But her right hand was burned and discolored, like it was rotting.

Oh, that must be painful, so sad!

The hand wasn’t covered by the dress, and the fingertips barely retained their shape, exposed.

Ah, right, since she’s a spirit, she can’t receive human treatment.

I managed to greet her, but my eyes were fixed on the spirit.

Unconsciously, I tugged on Arjyd’s sleeve.

"Yui"

He must have understood my gaze.

Arjyd’s voice was gentle.

"Arjyd, can I knit gloves for her?"

"Since she’s a spirit, can you make them with magic alone?"

I extended my magic threads and knitted a lace glove to cover her right hand.

"!"

Everyone in the room held their breath.

"Ah..."

Once the hand was covered by the lace glove, it started to burn and fall off from the fingertips.

It seems it needs to be sewn on to stay in place?

No, it feels like a level issue.

The spirit accepted the glove, but the burn? rejected it.

"! It’s healing, even a little!"

The king shouted, and a young man in a mage-like robe trembled, covering his mouth.

"Despite how much magic we’ve offered, it always failed before it could take effect."

His voice was trembling and tearful.

"Truly, Yui."

Arjyd took my hand and pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes moist.