I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 33

“Ugh~ Ugh... I thought I was going to die.”

The medicine His Majesty the Crown Prince gave me was incredibly effective.

It made me, who couldn't get out of bed even after an hour of taking it, able to get up.

The pain didn't completely disappear, but it was like heaven compared to the feeling of my muscles tearing apart just by breathing.

Now that my body is somewhat better, I should work instead of playing around.

I slowly got out of bed and stood up.

“You’re up earlier than I thought? I was expecting you to be bedridden for at least three days.”

As I got out of bed and staggered towards the desk, Emily, who had brought a chair from the corner of the room and was sitting there, widened her eyes and approached me.

“The medicine is effective, I feel a lot better.”

I frowned and rotated my right arm around at Emily, who was scanning me up and down, to show her that I was fine.

However, my arm rotated slowly like a windmill on a windless day, which seemed to make her even more worried, and she spoke in a dubious tone.

"... I think you should do nothing today and get some rest."

"I want to, but I can't rest if I have work left to do."

If I was in so much pain that I couldn't move, I would have no choice but to rest, but now that my condition had improved, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Well, then there's nothing I can do..."

Emily nodded, even though she had a dissatisfied expression on her face.

"I'll bring you some tea, so drink that while you work."

"Haha, thanks."

I smiled at Emily as she left the room and sat down at the desk.

Now it was time to put the work that had briefly strayed off track back on track.

His Highness told me that just making a plan would be enough, but I couldn't allow that.

Drawings and writing are two-dimensional, while real objects are three-dimensional, and the difference between the two is significant.

Shadows, wrinkles, and curves that occur when something is actually made cannot be easily expressed in a drawing, so I thought the real thing was even more important.

To do that, I would have to start by finishing the drawing I had made on the first day.

“Hmm...”

I picked up a pencil and lightly touched the end of it to the paper.

It was a little embarrassing to say that I was finishing the drawing, since I had already drawn the skirt and was only worrying about what color combination to use for the stockings, and whether to make the pants long or short.

These weren't even things to worry about in my opinion.

Black stockings are the truth for formal wear, and wearing long pants with formal wear is common sense and a rule.

But that was just the common sense of the modern world, where Western clothing has become widespread.

Here, where the best formal attire is a frock coat with shorts and white stockings, it is an act of defiance against existing common sense, which is why I'm having these useless worries.

"Hmm..."

I tapped the corner of the paper with the pencil and pouted my lips.

After all, in a dozen years or so, tailcoats like tailcoats will rise to the position of formal attire, so wouldn't it be okay if I just fired the starting gun a little early?

I'm a little scared.

The fact that I have to fire the starting gun in front of His Majesty the Crown Prince, of all people.

... No, when I think about it, I've already done a lot of things without being aware of the consequences.

I told him to his face that the knights' uniforms were trash.

I'm planning to commit acts like underwear and H-line skirts, so would stocking colors or long pants be a problem?

I don't think there would be a big difference if I did it one more time...

"Hmm...!"

Once I realized that I had already crossed the line a long time ago and it didn't matter if I went all out, I felt at ease.

I pulled the pencil that had been making dozens of dots in the corner of the paper and placed it on the unfinished drawing.

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The day after I finished the drawing and bought cotton and silk fabric with Emily.

"Your condition seems to have improved a lot."

Early in the morning, Rachel approached the townhouse, glanced at my face, and greeted me with a smile.

"It's all thanks to His Majesty the Crown Prince's grace, the effect appeared immediately after I took it."

"I was worried about how to report this to His Highness if you were bedridden for several days, but I'm relieved."

"Haha... I'm sorry."

I gave an awkward laugh and lightly massaged my neck.

"So, is there no need to return today?"

"Yes, today we will be making formal attire and combat uniforms in earnest."

"Make? I thought His Highness told you to just make a plan."

"That's right, but the feeling is different when you see the real thing, isn't it? So I'm trying to make it to show you exactly the feeling I want to express."

"Hmm..."

Rachel narrowed her eyes and let out a faint groan.

She must be thinking that there's no way I can make both formal attire and combat uniforms in about ten days.

Well, it doesn't matter, I'll just show them, and they'll believe it on their own, so there's no need to give a long explanation.

"To do that, I need Rachel's help."

"What can I do to help you?"

"I would like Rachel to wear the formal attire that will be made as a sample."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"If you need my help, I will help you, because it's a job His Majesty the Crown Prince has entrusted to me."

Rachel nodded willingly without hesitation.

"Thank you."

I smiled at Rachel and expressed my gratitude.

And since I need to measure her body size first, I took out a tape measure from my pocket and handed it to Emily.

"Emily, please."

"Yes."

Emily, who received the tape measure, gently grabbed Rachel's shoulder and moved to the dressing room.

I checked that the two of them had disappeared into the dressing room and slowly examined the uniforms I had received from Rachel.

The Imperial Knights' uniforms consist of two types: combat uniforms and formal attire.

It is impossible to capture functionality, style, productivity, and price with just one piece of clothing, so it is only natural that they are divided into formal attire and combat uniforms.

What I really like about these Knights' uniforms is that, except for the decorations, the clothes themselves are all achromatic.

Among achromatic colors, white and black are really good colors.

If you get the size right, they go well with anything you wear, and the color combination is easy, so it's hard to mess up the coordination.

It is true that white makes you look bigger, and black makes you look smaller, but unless you have a body that deviates significantly from the standard, there is no need to worry too much.

The only difficulty is that white is difficult to manage and can be see-through even if the clothes are thick, but other than that, there is almost nothing to worry about.

The silhouette of both the combat uniform and the formal attire is similar to the fancy clothes worn by line infantry in my past life, but there were some differences in the details.

The combat uniform has a simple composition of a tailcoat that covers most of the buttocks and perfectly covers the chest, a vest and shirt worn underneath, and long pants that come down to the ankles.

The color is also only the shirt is white and the rest is all black.

Except for the epaulettes on the shoulders and the Knights' insignia on the chest, the long row of buttons is all there is for decoration.

On the other hand, the formal attire is very fancy, unlike the combat uniform, which has almost no decorations.

First of all, except for the decorations, everything is white.

The silhouette of the coat is the same for both the combat uniform and the formal attire, but the shoulders have gold epaulettes with tassels hanging down, a shoulder decoration that starts from the right shoulder and extends to the sternum, laurel leaves are engraved on the sleeves, and the imperial crest and the Knights' insignia are engraved on the shoulders.

And the bottoms are traditional formal attire consisting of shorts and stockings, I personally don't like shorts and stockings, so I hate it.

Well... the composition is meaningless now because I'm going to replace the formal attire bottoms.

"Young master, here it is."

"Okay."

As I was examining the formal attire, Emily, who had entered the dressing room with Rachel, came out of the dressing room and handed me a piece of paper with a lot of numbers written on it.

"Let's start right away."

I roughly checked if there were any strange numbers and picked up the white fabric.

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"Hoo... That was close..."

The time it took to make the formal attire, combat uniform, and one skirt was nine days.

I was able to complete it the day before I had to show it to His Highness.

"Wow..."

It was pretty cool.

In order to save time, the decorations were recycled from the existing formal attire, and the shirts and vests were also disassembled and cut to fit Rachel's body, but I didn't think I would be able to make everything within the time limit.

Even though I was confident in my skills, I thought I would run out of time without a sewing machine, so I didn't think I would be able to make the combat uniform.

"I... I didn't think this would really be possible..."

"I can't believe it every time I see it, Young Master even complains that he's slow even after doing that, you know?"

"His level of feigned modesty is top-notch."

"Right?"

As I was slightly intoxicated by my own greatness, I heard Rachel and Emily whispering and talking behind my back.

No, they did it right in front of me, so is it just a surprise criticism?

Well, it wasn't something that didn't happen, so I accepted it humbly.

For those who haven't encountered the magic of the sewing machine, even this would feel fast.

I got up from my seat, picked up the formal attire, and held it out to Rachel.

"Please check it once."

"Yes..."

Rachel, who answered in a dazed voice, carefully received the clothes and held them.

"By the way, Gongja, why does the formal attire have two bottoms?"

"Ah, I didn't know which one would be better, so I just made both."

"......"

Rachel frowned, looked at me, and tilted her head.

It was like she was saying, 'What is this guy?'

It was the first time Rachel had revealed her emotions so blatantly, so it was both fascinating and fun.

"I'm planning to show both to His Highness anyway, so please feel free to choose the one you want."

"I understand..."

Rachel looked at the clothes with a serious expression and fell into thought.

I took a step back to not disturb Rachel and quietly watched her choice.

"I am..."

Rachel, who had been staring at the clothes as if she would pierce through them, slightly raised her head and opened her mouth.