I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 131

"I don't have any..."

"Me neither..."

"Huh?"

I didn't even expect a positive answer right away, but I didn't think they would refuse so decisively without even thinking about it.

"Why?"

"W-Well, because I'm not confident..."

"I've never... drawn a picture before..."

"And, it's, it's something nobles do..."

"Oh, dear..."

I can understand the lack of confidence since it's always been there, but the strange misconception was problematic in many ways.

In what world is tailoring a noble's job?

Unless it's a personal tailor to a duke-level noble or a court tailor at the very top, it's usually done by nobles far removed from the line of succession who are slated to be dropped, or commoners with a decent amount of money.

In the case of old-fashioned people, they often draw a line saying that things like sewing are feminine.

Our place is so unique that it's one-of-a-kind.

They unfortunately started working in a place like this and got the wrong idea.

"Ugh... First of all, tailoring isn't a job for nobles, it's a job for people with good manual skills."

"I-Is that so..."

I corrected their mistaken perception first.

Their expressions still seemed to say, "Don't lie to us," but even if it doesn't work, I have to do what I have to do...

But the real problem was how to persuade these two who didn't seem to be listening at all.

No matter what you say, kids who aren't willing to listen won't let it in their ears.

"...?"

They act like frightened rabbits, but they're surprisingly strong-willed, making them difficult to persuade.

To persuade them, you have to grind down time and logic to barely succeed.

In other words, it's practically impossible.

"Haa..."

A sigh escapes.

This was all a snowball effect from going to prison too early.

I should have prepared a bit while going to prison, and posted a recruitment notice while going to prison to get people in advance, but the situation changed to post-prison recovery, and the schedule got completely messed up.

"I'm sorry to you two, but even if you're not interested, I think you'll have to be now."

"... Huh?"

I felt a bit of resentment rising in my disappointed heart.

"Actually, I called you in not to ask, but to force you..."

"... W-Why would you, how could you say that so, so honestly...?"

"Ah, I don't want to do it..."

"But what can you do if I tell you to do it? A 5-day work week with 40 hours of work, a higher salary than others, can you give that up?"

"Ugh..."

"Wuu..."

Following the threat that didn't sound like a threat, I looked down at them with a meaningful smile like a slave trader revealing his true colors, and their eyes started to get a little moist.

Was the joke a little too much?

"Haha, just kidding."

I immediately relaxed my expression, smiled, and gently patted their heads.

To confess honestly, it's not that I didn't want to force them at all, but that's a method I only use when it's really urgent.

Like if I do a prison returns, or if His Majesty suddenly saddles me with a strange task.

And I hate being forced to do things, so it's weird to force others.

"R-Really?"

Even after hearing that it was a joke, the two still looked at each other with suspicious expressions and hugged each other tightly.

"In the first place, you can't get any efficiency by forcing it."

I nodded and shrugged.

Something I consider very important... a principle? No, a belief? It's that people's efficiency increases and their willingness to learn grows when they put their heart into what they do.

If I force a kid who doesn't want to do it and end up falling into a swamp and making the situation worse, it's best to just leave them alone.

"But, as you guys probably feel these days, the tailors are really busy, right?"

"Yes..."

"We're planning to hire someone new to relieve the burden, but it will take a lot of time for them to do one person's worth of work."

"......"

Drawing and cutting designs is a difficult task that requires realizing three dimensions in a two-dimensional space.

So, it usually takes at least a few weeks to learn how to draw and cut simple patterns like panties.

Because the clothes we make aren't ready-made.

We can tell them the pattern that will be the model, but the technique of modifying it for each person must be learned through hard practice.

Of course, that's just the story of ordinary people.

Geniuses can shorten that time a lot.

"But from my point of view, you guys are a bit different, I thought you guys would be able to do well, so I asked if you were interested."

Just enduring and blending in among monsters is proof of being a monster.

They are also people who are not intimidated by the munchkin named Adelaide and are constantly training, and their learning speed is also superior.

A few months ago, it was great if two people could do the work of one person, but now they both have sewing skills similar to mine.

In other words, the most important hands are complete.

So, if they learn the patterns, I can entrust simple clothes to them.

When the skills of the new talents begin to ripen, I will entrust these two with more difficult clothes.

That way, a seniority system will gradually emerge, and a perfect apprenticeship education will be completed, with education passed down from subcontractor to subcontractor to subcontractor.

Of course, in the art world that is running properly, the guy who puts more effort into his talent goes to a higher place, so it's not necessarily the case.

"Well... I can't help it if you don't want to, but I hope you'll at least think about it."

"Yes..."

"Then, the time..."

The time for deliberation should be generous enough to allow them to think, but also tight enough that they can't completely organize their thoughts.

That way, the answer won't be too calculating or too emotional.

"At least pretend to think about it until next week, it's okay to refuse, if it doesn't work out, I'll just work hard for a few months."

"Y-Yes..."

Even though there's nothing I can do, I hope they'll do it, so I told them to feel free while putting pressure on them.

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The temporary measure that I tried while shouting "Eureka!" is in danger of becoming vague for complex and subtle reasons, but unfortunately, there's almost nothing I can do.

At best, I'll cut down on my lunch break and reduce my consultation time until the manpower is expanded.

My tearful superhuman show is just a superhuman show.

I have to pay attention to an event that I had temporarily forgotten due to the manpower problem, which had not been very important until now, but suddenly became more important.

Alexandrine Imperial Princess's birthday, which is next week.

Originally, it was an event that passed quietly because it was sandwiched between His Imperial Majesty's and National Husband Warrior's birthdays.

If she hadn't just become the Crown Princess.

It's still an event that is pushed back in importance, but it's the next emperor's first move.

It's also an opportunity to get a glimpse of the next emperor of the Empire's mindset or future moves, and the identity of the partner for the good news next year is also veiled, so the interest is different from the birthdays that have been held until now.

"I should offer a small gift next week, too, right?"

I wondered if I should go along with that atmosphere and asked Elizabeth casually.

"A gift?"

But Elizabeth frowned slightly at the question and tilted her head.

"Your parents will take care of it, right?"

"That's true, but I'm also a noble with a title now, right? So I'm worried about just leaving it to my father."

It's like getting an allowance even though you've gotten a job.

It's not strange because my parents are more successful, but I feel a little uncomfortable and sentimental, and a sense of depression washes over me.

"Hmm... That's not a bad idea, but if you say that now with less than a week left, there's no answer, right?"

"I can't offer gold and silver treasures, so I'm going to make a simple craft, what else can I do besides sewing?"

"It would be nice if you made it... But it wouldn't be easy to make something for the royal family in just a few days, would it?"

It's next week in words, but it's actually four days away.

I don't deny that the period is short, but there are plenty of clothes that can be made with great effort in a short time.

"That's true, but I can make things like gloves or hats quickly."

"Hmm... If I remember correctly, my sister doesn't wear hats often, so it would be better to make gloves, it's been a long time so I'm not sure..."

"Gloves, huh..."

It's a bit boring to make ordinary evening gloves.

"Does she like muffs?"

It's getting to be winter, so it didn't seem like a bad idea to make her a muff.

A muff is a winter warmer, made by rolling fur into a cylindrical shape, creating an empty space in the center, and inserting your hands or arms into it.

It's almost the same as the pillows that students or test takers use on their arms when they take a nap at their desks.

The only difference is whether it's fur or not.

"I don't know if she likes muffs, but she must have liked fluffy things, she used to keep a Samoyed close to her when she was young."

"Samoyed?"

"Yeah."

"Hoo..."

A dog raised by indigenous people living near the Arctic Circle, beyond the northern grasslands.

The weather around the capital doesn't suit it, so it's a dog that can barely be raised in the northern grasslands...

Is it because it's the imperial family and they solved it with money?

A Samoyed in an environment without air conditioning?

It's amazing in many ways.

"And it's getting to be winter, so it seems like a good choice."

Then it seems okay to make it small enough to cover both hands using fluffy white fur.

If I have time while making it, should I make one for each of the employees?

Even if there's a heater, their hands can freeze because of the drafts.

"Hmm... Okay."

Muff it is!