Chapter 61

"Male form? Spirit King?"

"Hmm?"

Tilting my head, I looked at the stunned Schnell.

Somehow, I thought he would understand, which was puzzling.

"Ah, did you assume there were only female forms?"

I extended my hand.

From the shadows, the purple prince floated over and sat down with his legs crossed.

Schnell narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the purple prince and the Wind Spirit King standing next to him.

"......Male"

"Considering how powerful I thought it was, it makes sense it’s a Spirit King."

Surrounding the table, Arjitt-sama, sitting next to me, took a sip of tea and said.

"Yui-sama, you figured it out well?"

"Shimako, with her skills, I can sort of tell."

"Ah, yes, Yui-sama can measure without even trying, and the measurements are spot on. Gender differences are easy, right?"

If Shimako, the craftsman, had game-like skills, these would fit. Well, I could tell the difference between genders from my previous life.

Among the requests from seniors, friends, and acquaintances for me to make costumes, there were various people, including men more beautiful than the average woman and women more handsome than the average man.

Schnell, on the opposite side, was lying on the table.

"Seven years......I didn’t notice......"

As a craftsman, I can understand the shock and the feeling of being crushed. But I was fidgeting, my body trembling.

I was really, really curious about the bag and the weapon on Schnell’s waist.

"However, the newborn Sea Spirit King and Wind Spirit King are that size......only the Dark Spirit King is this size, right?"

I almost missed Arjitt-sama’s mutterings.

"Yui?"

"What’s wrong?" My cheek was caressed, and I looked up at Arjitt-sama.

"......Um, Schnell’s belongings, his weapon, and something in the bag......I’m curious."

"Ah, the bag......maybe that outfit?"

"Huh? The outfit in the bag, this one?"

The moment I saw it, I got goosebumps.

"Ah!"

It was a cursed garment, sewn with red-black, rotten threads.

The curse was so poorly executed that it couldn’t be worn, which was fortunate as it negated the effect.

The purple prince drew his rapier and stabbed it.

"Ah!"

"Eh?"

The garment disintegrated more than Arjitt-sama’s old clothes. The fibers were completely gone.

Sparkling particles of 'blessing' rose and dissolved into the world.

"......Ah, it was dangerous!"

I knew this because I had seen the ribbon.

"A blessing item, almost, cursed, and reversed!"

If the maker had recognized it as complete, that garment would have become a blessing item, immune to curses.

"Eh? Blessing item?"

I couldn’t help but slam my palms on the table.

"Schnell! Take care of your work!"

"Y-Yes!"

"Have confidence! Then you’ll notice!"

The Wind Spirit King was nodding along beside him.

"My, that outfit......was almost a blessing item?"

Schnell gently touched the remaining thread fragments and tears streamed down his face.