I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 41

After that, I spent some time just drawing.

Each time a drawing was completed, Emily's brow furrowed deeper, but after realizing that she couldn't stop me, she silently watched.

Ah, just once, Emily was horrified and tried to stop me.

"Young master, isn't this really a lewd painting?"

Only once, when she saw a quarter-cup bra close to a chest support.

"Is this a bit much?"

"It's not just a bit much, I think you'll get arrested... No matter how I think about it, shouldn't this size reveal something?"

"I thought I'd really get arrested if I drew that much."

"Then why did you draw it?"

"Just in case..."

"Tear it up right now."

"Okay..."

It was torn to shreds as soon as it saw the light of day.

It was my most elaborate work, so I was quite attached to it...

It was my fault for bringing it into the world too early.

_

Except for the small sadness caused by my hasty mistake, the catalog was progressing smoothly.

The only problem was that my hands were getting a little bored from drawing so much.

It would only take a little patience, but I couldn't help but get tired of looking at the same clothes over and over again.

"Hmm..."

Should I make something simple?

"Young master, the newspaper has arrived."

"What?"

As I was overwhelmed by the urge to touch soft fabric, Emily, who approached me, broke my reverie and carefully placed the newspaper on the desk.

It's already Thursday.

I was startled and checked the calendar.

"No, has that much time already passed?"

"Yes, it's July now."

I've been drawing for a whole week, no wonder I kept seeing needles and thread in front of my eyes...

"Time flies..."

I muttered to myself and picked up the newspaper.

From the first page, my advertisement, smack dab in the middle, caught my eye.

The font was larger than expected, and there was even bold text, so it was easy to spot even with a quick glance.

The interview must have been to their liking, they're providing good service.

"Hmm~"

A thrilled hum escaped my lips.

With one corner of my mouth raised, I slightly rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze upward.

["Get rid of the grotesque corsets." A sharp remark from the youngest honorary knight.]

"Oh..."

The title itself had a different vibe than usual, so I was impressed from the start.

Usually, even when including critical content, they used more polite words, but this time it's quite direct.

The title is often written a bit strongly to attract attention, so I immediately skimmed through the content.

"Hmm~"

There was a slight embellishment, but they included what I said as is.

'It's a pity that knights are repairing underwear.' was changed to 'Is it right that knights can't even get underwear?' or something like that?

Even considering the slight embellishment, I liked the article overall.

What I liked the most was the part about the conversation about corsets.

[I just want to meet women, not knights heavily armed with corsets.]

It touched my heart.

Moreover, it was even better that a recruitment ad was next to such an interview, making me seem like a crazy clothes fanatic.

It feels like I'm stepping up because I'm frustrated.

"Hehe-"

"What's so funny that you're reading it with such a big smile?"

As I was reading the article with a beaming smile, Emily, who looked like she was dying of curiosity, carefully approached me and spoke.

"The interview I did with the newspaper a few days ago came out, and they wrote it well, do you want to take a look?"

"I'm curious since you say so, young master."

I held out the newspaper to Emily.

Emily, who would normally say it's okay, seemed genuinely curious today, and eagerly took the newspaper and started moving her eyes busily.

"Hmm...?"

A doubtful groan flowed out from the beginning.

A wrinkle formed on her brow, and her eyes narrowed.

Emily, who was reading the article with a suspicious look, put the newspaper down slightly and looked at me with eyes that saw something strange.

"...Did you really say this yourself, young master?"

"Yeah."

"Wow..."

Emily, who let out a quiet exclamation, widened her eyes and stepped back while saying.

"You haven't secretly come into contact with pagan culture, have you?"

"I wouldn't do such a thing, no matter what."

"Looking at your recent behavior, I don't think so..."

"That's... true."

I've been acting impulsively lately, so I had nothing to say.

"Surely, I'll get a letter from my mother, right?"

"Wouldn't your mother come to visit in person?"

"Ah."

She might.

It's a big deal if my mother gets angry.

"What should we do?"

"Well... I should start looking for a coffin, or will my mother bring one herself?"

"Young master, aren't you too calm for something so serious?"

Emily, in a voice filled with anxiety, chided me as I smiled and said I should look for a coffin.

I looked at such Emily with a gentle expression and asked a question.

"Emily, think carefully, can I stop my angry mother?"

"No."

"Right?"

Emily shook her head immediately without even thinking.

"So, instead of doing useless things, I should be doing everything I want to do."

"Shouldn't we at least write a letter to your mother?"

I nodded.

"Of course, I have to write it, I might die without even saying my last words if I see her face now."

"......"

"Well, it was fun though, right?"

"I don't think anyone but you would think that way?"

- Knock knock knock.

A knock suddenly interrupted the conversation with Emily.

"William, let's talk for a moment."

Turning my head to look at the door, I heard my brother's voice from beyond the door.

"Umm..."

"See?"

Emily shrugged her shoulders, pointing at the door.

Before letting my brother into the room, I looked at Emily and asked her to do an errand.

"Emily, while I'm talking with my brother, can you find out where they sell mannequins with Francis?"

"Yes? Yes..."

Emily nodded with a puzzled expression.

And I shouted loudly towards the door.

"Brother! Come in!"

_

Fortunately, my brother who came to me didn't say anything special, and helped me write a will and an apology letter.

Everyone except my super talented older sister had been scolded by my mother at least once.

Anyway, I wrote a will with my brother and sent it to my mother, but...

"Did the letter come?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me quickly."

[Okay.]

After a few days, the reply that came back had only one word written on it.

"Am I screwed?"

"Young master, even if things are serious, you should use proper language."

I stared intently at the letter, wondering if there were any hidden letters, and muttered softly, and Emily, who was listening next to me, said something.

I turned my head slightly and looked at Emily with trembling eyes and said.

"Is my life over?"

"I think so."

Whether she's going to forgive me or kill me...

I would have felt better if she had been angry, but I don't know what my mother is thinking, so I felt frustrated.

"Tsk..."

I smacked my lips and put the letter in the drawer.

My life is over, but I can still enjoy the time I have left.

I decided to empty my head and forget the contents of the letter.

"Emily, what happened to the mannequin I asked you to get?"

"That arrived with the letter this morning, Francis is moving it."

"Okay."

I nodded and waited for Francis.

"Young master, the item you requested is here."

"Good work."

And not long after, Francis put the mannequin in the room and disappeared.

"It's well made."

I murmured quietly, examining the mannequin made of woven branches and reeds, shaped like a person from the neck to above the thighs, placed in the middle of the room.

I think its name was a wicker mannequin?

It's a mannequin made in a similar way to making baskets with straw and branches, but since it's not for storing or containing something, the branches are intertwined with large gaps like a birdcage.

If you look at this after seeing a sophisticated mannequin made of plastic that you can see in modern times, it feels clumsy, but it still reproduces feminine curves well.

In particular, the groin and legs, which are not well implemented in wicker mannequins, were properly implemented.

Complex structures are linked to costs, so for women's mannequins, they are made in a shape similar to a skirt, but this time I specifically asked for one with legs.

Because I was going to dress the mannequin in underwear.

Bras and panties, I was really going to make and dress it in plain briefs.

And I'm going to show this to people who are interested in sewing and me and start the interview right away.

Why am I doing this?

Looking at the newspaper article, the aggro is no joke, so I felt the need to weed out the riffraff for sure.

The coffee house and pub that I had asked for permission to use as an interview location have also been turned into rentals, but even so, I needed a way to quickly sort out the people if too many people gathered.

Since there is no document screening or anything like that, the easiest thing is to openly show the entry barrier.

To do that, the drawers I made last time were not enough.

That's just a masculine version tailored to look feminine, so it's hard to call it unique underwear here.

It's just uncomfortable that a woman is wearing a man's outfit.

But what about briefs? The moment you see the narrow cloth covering only the buttocks and crotch, it will come as a shock itself.

But if the guy who brought that declares that he's going to make something like this, most people won't be able to stand it and will leave.

"Hmm~ good~"

I smiled and picked up the scissors.

I was a little excited about how people would react.