I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 141

“Umm...”

My eyes and head spin with the thought that something big has happened.

He’s not my child, and whether Walter dreams of becoming a seamster or a tailor, or even if he's thinking about retirement, it’s none of my business.

Because it's all thoughts and actions decided by Walter's own free will.

But dreaming of Adelaide was something I absolutely had to stop.

I can’t stand to see a kid ruined by chasing an empty dream.

But how?

How can I make a child in the delicate and sensitive period of adolescence give up on such a high and seemingly impossible goal?

“Walter? It's good to have high goals, but Adelaide might be a bit... too much, don't you think...?”

Since it was important to gauge the other person's reaction first, rather than saying it directly, I expressed my concern with a weak, negative opinion.

“Ah, I know.”

“......”

Walter, answering with a voice filled with more strength than usual, glanced at the wall in the direction of the workshop, and then opened his mouth with a somewhat determined expression.

“Me, copying Adelaide noona… I know it’s impossible, I’ve watched, more diligently than anyone else.”

“Watched?”

“Yes.”

An expression and pupils as if he were on drugs.

I already feel the anxiety rising.

If the cause was drugs, I would have hit him over the head and taken him to church, but the fact that it wasn't drugs was a huge problem.

“A few months ago, Wi, William-nim told me...? If I want to be good at sewing, I should watch Adelaide noona closely...”

“... Right, I did, I said it would be a great help.”

“So, I’ve been watching her every day... Noona’s hand movements, expressions, habits, work, skills, and routines...”

“......”

I feel a sense of eeriness from Walter's expression, who suddenly became fluent in his speech.

I was afraid of what Walter would say next.

“When noona starts working, she starts by stretching out each of her legs... Then, on her second right leg, she seems to feel discomfort and frowns slightly... When she's not in good condition or the weather is cloudy, she sometimes bites her lower lip slightly...”

“Wow...”

Walter, having watched Adelaide so closely, recited one by one things that even I didn't know, with a voice full of conviction.

“When a satisfactory sewing comes out, she wiggles her tail and wiggles her body, and when an unsatisfactory sewing comes out, she twists her lips to the left and rubs her legs on the floor, and on days when she feels she has worked satisfactorily, she embroiders a simple embroidery on the inside of the clothes with her own thread... It's mainly an embroidery of a spider holding a thread and needle.”

“Ah, so that wasn't random...”

“Yes, Adelaide noona is marking her best work...”

Thanks to that, I learned the truth about the random embroidery that was sometimes sewn into the clothes.

“… Adelaide noona is so beautiful when she sews... The way she glares with her eyes wide open, staring at the thread and needle with her red eyes, and sewing the fabric with elegant hand movements, it's like she's doing acrobatics with thread and fingers... But what's even more beautiful is when noona uses her spider legs... The way she moves her spider legs, her black hair flowing down to her waist, feels like the elegance of a dancer dancing...”

I could also hear praise for Adelaide's hand movements.

“… The expression noona makes when she's concentrating creates a bewitching atmosphere... The way she coldly stares at the fabric with her pupils narrowed, and the way her black hair that has fallen down slightly covers her face is eerie yet has an inescapable charm... Like a vampire from a legend.”

I could also hear a surprise compliment about Adelaide's appearance.

“There are so many things to talk about noona... but I don't want to say it because I only want to know it...”

Walter, who had been rambling about Adelaide for almost 10 minutes, smiled shyly as if he still had more to say, and held back his words.

““Ah...””

And me and Elin, who had been blankly watching Walter's appearance, closed our eyes tightly and grabbed our foreheads.

“Oppa, a little… disgusting…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“Um… Then… what is it that you really want, Walter…? No, um… aiming for? What’s your goal?”

Despite Elin's hatred filled with sincerity, I felt that something was wrong with Walter and carefully asked about Walter's real goal.

If he knows that it is impossible to catch up with Adelaide, then there must be a separate goal...

“It’s to become similar to Adelaide noona.”

“What...?”

Was not there.

He clearly said with his own mouth that he knew it was impossible, so what is he talking about.

Walter stared at the air with slightly dazed eyes.

“But, she’s beautiful... Like a person who admires the stars in the sky, knowing that they won’t reach the stars, but still moving towards the stars... I admire Adelaide noona...”

“Ah...”

It's a very romantic saying, but it's scary.

The respect? Or liking? for Adelaide was unusual.

An attitude close to fanaticism, beyond admiration.

I used to think, with a casual, joking feeling, that a teenage boy was being ruined by the beauties of our atelier?

He was really ruined.

Not because of common beauties like Katerina or Elizabeth, but by a woman named Adelaide, who is located at the extreme.

“Tsk…”

What should I do with this?

It’s called observation, but isn’t it surveillance or stalking?

It's one thing to just watch, but analyzing and recording every single action is, as Elin said, physiologically repulsive.

It's just watching for now, but it's obvious that something unusual will happen if it goes even slightly wrong.

Adelaide won't lose to Walter, but the problem is that such a risk factor arises.

“… Okay, I understand, I’ll make a plan thinking that Walter is a seamster and Elin is a tailor, so you two can go back now.”

“Yes…”

“……”

My head started to throb, so I let them out of the break room with a tired expression and leaned back in my chair.

“Haa…”

It’s complicated.

The fact that Walter knows that his actions are strange makes things really difficult.

If he didn't know, I would at least educate him, but knowing it...

I don't know what to do with this...

_

Anxious about Walter's madness, I secretly called Adelaide after everyone had left work and cautiously told her about Walter's actions.

“Ah~ Walter? I already know about that.”

“What?”

And what I faced was Adelaide, who covered her lips and laughed lightly as if it wasn't a problem.

While I was flustered by her very calm appearance, Adelaide looked at Walter's neatly organized workbench with a pleased expression, blushed very slightly, and opened her mouth with her eyes half-closed.

“Only a fool wouldn't know, how could I not know when he's looking at me so ardently? He even told me directly, 'Ah, I'll catch up with Adelaide noona... Plea, please teach me sewing...' Isn't he cute? A human trying to catch up with a spider-kin... Hehehe...”

“That’s true, but aren’t his actions a bit much? He’s watching you like he’s monitoring you.”

“I said it was okay in the first place.”

“You did? Why…?”

“If you want to follow me, analyze me thoroughly and challenge me with the determination to win.”

“Not teaching you sewing?”

“I am a spider-kin, and Walter is a human, so once we get past the basics, it's almost impossible to learn and teach each other, so we give and receive teachings in our own way, I show Walter my best techniques, and Walter analyzes them one by one and recreates them as his own, monitoring is a part of that, so it's naturally necessary.”

“I… see…”

Somehow, I’m hearing a lot of hard-to-understand sounds today.

Is it a special sensibility unique to spider-kin?

No, looking at Walter following along with it, I don't think that's the case...

“But, is Walter’s goal possible? Wouldn't it be dangerous if he gets discouraged later?”

I gave up on complicated thinking and concluded that there is an avant-garde area that only the two of them have, which is still difficult for society to accept.

“Then Walter's limit is up to that point, and I have given enough warnings about this.”

“Hmph…”

“But, you never know what kind of miracle a person's obsession can create? I'm on the immature side even among spider-kin, so Walter might actually create a miracle and stand next to me? And Walter's existence might be of great help to my development.”

A bold child's challenge may be annoying, but it can be welcomed by some people.

The existence of a pursuer who follows while burning with competitiveness is a kind of motivation for a craftsman.

“So I’m looking forward to it, whether Walter can stand next to me, or even follow half of me, if such a future comes… Hehehe~”

“……”

But is there a reason to say such a story with such a blissful face...?

Or is this avant-garde?

It just looks like a crazy relationship to me.

It's like the shock I felt when I first heard 'I'm going to kill you' and 'Come kill me!'

“So, please watch Walter quietly until he goes astray, until then... it's just between me and him.”

Adelaide, gently placing her finger on her lips, looked at Walter, who was busily tidying up the workbench, with sticky eyes, and wore a sinister and sticky smile on her face.

“Umm, sure…”

There were so many things I wanted to say.

But, since they weren't causing any particular problems, I didn't want to get involved between the two of them, so I nodded with a sullen look.

And while lightly rubbing my neck, I shed a deep sigh in my heart at the sight of these abnormal talents.