I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 54

My mood became quite gloomy with the continuous negative feedback.

"I don't understand what's wrong..."

“......”

As I muttered to myself while looking at the drawing, the atmosphere around me turned cold in an instant.

"What's wrong with everyone?"

"Ah, no, it's nothing."

They were obviously acting like something was wrong, but when they said it wasn't, a crease formed between my eyebrows.

"Tell me comfortably what's wrong. Who's going to eat you?"

"No, I'm sorry..."

"Heeuk..."

"I'm sorry..."

"...?"

Everyone I made eye contact with avoided my gaze and apologized, deepening the wrinkles on my forehead.

I got their reactions a little while ago, but if they suddenly act like this, it just makes me feel worse...

"Tsk..."

I didn't think I'd get an answer even if I kept asking the employees, so I clicked my tongue and turned my gaze back to the drawing.

As I was looking at the drawing and wondering if I should completely revise the design, Princess Elizabeth, who had approached me, tapped me on the shoulder.

"Why?"

"Sir William, calm down, everyone's scared."

"What?"

I hadn't gotten angry, but when she told me to calm down, I tilted my head in confusion. The Princess chuckled and pointed at my face, saying,

"You, just like Count Hume's child, look like you're about to tear someone apart and kill them."

"Me? Is that what my expression looks like right now?"

I blinked dumbly and gently rubbed between my eyebrows with my hand.

That was because I have the second mildest face in our family.

So I had never heard that my expression was scary in my life, so I was just dumbfounded when she said I was making a fierce expression.

"How is it now?"

"It's a little better now."

I rubbed my face vigorously to loosen my hardened expression and asked Princess Elizabeth. She nodded slowly, as if saying it was passable.

"How much effort did you put in to express such intense emotions?"

"It's nothing like that... I was just a little gloomy because the reaction wasn't good, but I really thought it was okay."

"Oh... That's your gloomy face?"

"Yeah."

"I wonder what your angry face looks like."

"I wonder that too."

I've never really gotten angry, though I have been petulant or momentarily upset, so I don't really know.

My mother would look at me as if I were cute, but looking at the current situation, I realized that our family's standards were quite distorted.

"Anyway, the fact that you were gloomy about other people's reactions means that you have no idea what's wrong with this?"

"Yeah."

"Then, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Yeah, feel free."

"What is this for?"

"I was wondering what it would be like to combine stockings and a garter belt, and I thought it might be possible if I made it with the material Panni found."

"What's the name?"

"Pantyhose."

Princess Elizabeth's eyebrows twitched once when she heard the name of the clothing.

And she furrowed her brow slightly and asked with a bewildered expression.

"What is a panty?"

"Uh..."

I scratched the back of my head, feeling embarrassed.

Why don't you know this?

I'm sure I showed it to you before?

"Ah."

Thinking back, I had shown it to her.

I only showed it.

It was only natural that she didn't know since I had only showed it and never properly told her what a panty was.

It's still drawers, not panties.

In the broad sense, it's also panties, but I didn't want to call that pumpkin-like, baggy thing for men panties.

The only place pumpkin panties are allowed in my mind is in children's dress fashion.

So, deciding to tell her the definition of panties here, I confidently pointed to the panties that were taking up a place in the drawing.

"Underwear with this kind of feel is called panties."

"It's similar to the one you put on the mannequin last time."

"Yeah, that's it."

The Princess smiled softly as if she understood now, nodded, and tilted her head while looking at me with wide eyes.

"But why are you wearing panties with pantyhose?"

"Uh..."

I don't know the reason either.

In my past life, everyone wore it that way, so I lived thinking that was the answer.

If I dare to guess, synthetic fibers have terribly low hygroscopicity, are slightly scratchy, and are see-through, so wouldn't it be incredibly uncomfortable without panties?

"Rather, why are there panties under the stockings? Looking at the hole, it seems like you considered 'that problem,' but it looks incredibly uncomfortable because of the panties."

"I did that without realizing it..."

In my past life, I wore panties under pantyhose, so I unconsciously drew it that way.

I originally wanted to explain that this was a common way to wear them, but it was obvious that I would be treated like a madman if I did, so I reluctantly accepted it and moved on.

Anyway, it's my fault for not keeping the local society's rules and sensibilities.

"Um, do you have any other questions?"

"Is see-through clothing a family tradition?"

"Wh, what?"

"If what I know is correct, Countess Hume is also selling see-through silk stockings at the boutique. I was wondering if you were influenced by her since you are her child."

"Ah, I suggested that."

"Sir William suggested that?"

"Yeah."

Princess Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and one corner of her mouth rose slightly.

"You must like legs?"

"... I don't dislike them."

It was to my taste, but I was too embarrassed to affirm or deny it.

"If that's what you say, I'll take it as such."

My acting skills weren't great, so the Princess didn't seem to believe me very much, but she didn't press me further and moved on.

"Anyway, that's all I wanted to ask."

"Then there are no more problems."

"That's right, there are no problems. The clothes themselves aren't that strange. If you consider that she's wearing a garter belt and stockings together, the silhouette is similar, and as for the see-through part, young ladies these days have at least one pair of see-through stockings."

"Oh, really~?"

I felt excited and the corners of my mouth slowly rose as I heard that see-through stockings were selling well at my mother's boutique.

I thought that would definitely be a success, and my expectations were right.

"But the drawing looks perverted."

"Huh?"

But Princess Elizabeth added a word at the end, immediately crushing my mood that had begun to lift.

The corners of my mouth, which had been rising, dropped sharply, and my lips protruded slightly.

But the Princess, regardless of whether I did that or not, tapped the drawing with her finger and said.

"I can understand that the part where you expressed the color of the stockings differently to imitate the garter belt is a common detail, but isn't the expression of the belly fat being pressed down on the stockings, or the flesh caving in from the tightness of the panty straps, too explicit? And why did you add shading and gloss? I don't know if you want to show the clothes or a woman's legs. Isn't it normal to draw the design after drawing only the essentials appropriately?"

"That's true."

The Princess's criticism wasn't wrong, but there was a reason why I expressed it this way, so I shrugged my shoulders as if I was wronged and raised an objection.

"But you have to draw it like this to make it feel similar to when you wear the clothes. I don't think it's bad to accurately express the feeling."

"Yes?"

The Princess widened her eyes and took her eyes off the drawing and looked at me.

"How do you know what it feels like to wear clothes that you're making for the first time? Besides, the cloth that Princess Panni found is all you saw at that time, right?"

"Ah."

I was speechless at Princess Elizabeth's point.

There's no way I could accurately know what it feels like to wear clothes that I've never made.

As I showed a look of bewilderment and my pupils trembled, the Princess stared at me intently and continued.

"The last thing I was wondering about when looking at the drawing was, 'What on earth did you look at to try to make clothes with this kind of feel?' The cloth Princess Panni showed me wasn't see-through, the material felt similar to rubber, and it was incredibly stretchy."

"....."

"But this drawing is see-through and doesn't feel like rubber at all. It's like you've drawn the drawing as if there's a new cloth that naturally satisfies all the textures and characteristics. The clothes, materials, and silhouette are all being attempted for the first time."

"... It's a draft, so you can draw things you hope for, right? Panni said that witches can extract various materials from black oil, right?"

"That's right, but the problem is that your drawing is too specific. You're designing as if you know the results."

"I just took something out of my imagination."

"Heung~"

The Princess's eyes narrowed as she made a humming sound, and her gaze became sharp.

"......"

I responded by smiling and staring at the Princess's eyes.

The employees, who had been watching our conversation with interest, slowly began to feel something strange, and the atmosphere slowly turned cold.

Fortunately, my and the Princess's battle of wills didn't last long.

"Well... You must have your reasons. We were just talking among ourselves too much."

It was thanks to the Princess realizing that it wasn't just the two of us here that she yielded first.

"That's right. Does anyone else have any opinions?"

"I have the same opinion as Princess Elizabeth."

"I think Sir William's clothes are fine."

"How about making it a little less sexy...?"

"Okay, I see."

Thanks to the Princess talking about most of it, the opinions of others weren't very helpful.

"Then let's wrap it up here and get ready to work. Thank you all for answering so honestly."