I Became a Clothing Designer in Another World - Chapter 8
Emily's worries eventually became reality.
Up until the third day, I was sleeping well and managing to take care of meals and bath times to some extent, but from the fourth day, I realized that I was running out of time.
The clothes showed no sign of completion, the designs were still piled up like mountains, and half the time had already passed.
Realizing that I wouldn't be able to complete either one properly if I continued like this, I eventually took out the forbidden secret technique that would make Emily foam at the mouth.
A forbidden technique that gains six hours by reducing sleep to two hours a day.
After forcing myself to proceed in this way for three days, it was the seventh day, the day before showing my mother the completed results.
"Heheh... Hehehehe..."
"Young Master..."
I was able to obtain the completed clothes and the designs, with only one sheet left until completion, but in return, I lost my mind.
"Uu Ma Didya..."
As I unfolded a new piece of paper about the size of a Zweitel paper, I tried to say, 'Finally, this is the last one,' but what flowed out between my lips was baby babble.
It was a sufficiently messed up situation, but surprisingly, this was an improved state after taking a nap.
My mind itself is clear, and I can at least make a sound.
Before the short, 30-minute nap, I was not only unable to speak, but my mind was also hazy, and I was just blankly staring down at the paper.
But that was strictly based on my standards.
Emily, who had been anxiously watching me slowly break down next to me, contorted her face grotesquely at my babbling and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Young Master, what on earth is that terrible sound?"
"Uwaeung..."
I covered my mouth with both hands and took two steps back from Emily, trying to speak again.
It meant 'sorry,' but the sound of wind leaking between my lips could not properly convey its meaning, so Emily's face only turned white.
"Are you... okay? Would you like to sleep a little more? No, I think you should sleep, I really wish you would sleep."
Emily cautiously approached and placed her hand on my shoulder.
"......"
It is true that I am not okay and want to sleep more, but I shook my head weakly and poked the paper with a pencil.
If I draw only this one, it will really be the last, and I can finish everything and get a good night's sleep, so it would be a waste to divide it up and sleep vaguely.
"Are you going to sleep after doing only that?"
"Dyu..."
I instinctively tried to speak, but closed my mouth and nodded frantically.
"Don't overdo it too much, Madam will understand that much."
"......"
I shook my head again.
I'm almost there, so I have to put a proper period.
I wrote a small note in a corner of the waste paper and tapped it, signaling Emily to read it.
[A cup of tea.]
"Ah, yes, I'll prepare it right away."
_
I drank the tea that Emily had asked for, sent Emily back around sunset, finished everything around 10 o'clock, and lay down on the bed.
And I closed my eyes for a moment.
"Young Master."
"?"
A gentle voice is heard.
A soft palm gently rising above my forehead.
I clearly sent Emily back.
Why did she come back again?
Did I ask for something and forget?
If I don't remember, it's probably not an important request.
I shake my head weakly and sink my mind back into the depths of the floor.
"Uung..."
It feels like my body is melting.
If I sleep well like this and wake up...
"It's morning, Young Master, you have to wake up."
"Ugh...?"
The words that followed woke up my fading mind clearly.
Already morning?
Emily should be coming to wake me up at least at 7 in the morning, so does that mean I slept for 9 hours?
I slept so soundly that I couldn't even recognize that I had slept.
But my body was as heavy as if it were being pressed down by a lump of iron, so I didn't even think about moving.
I definitely can't get up.
Feeling that it was impossible on my own, I struggled to move my stiff lips.
"Just ten more minutes..."
What flowed out between my thinly parted lips was a dying, withered voice.
It was a voice that even I felt sorry for.
With this much, Emily will give up and...
"No more, you've already said that story three times."
She didn't leave.
Emily, who rejected my desperate request with a firm voice, took her hand off my forehead and grabbed the blanket and pulled it down.
As the blanket that had been warmly wrapping my body disappeared, a cool air pricked my skin.
"Heueung..."
A punishment for my unknown fault, I let out a pitiful groan, turned my body to the side, and curled up.
"Time's up, get up quickly, Young Master, you've been waiting for today, haven't you?"
But Emily didn't seem to have any intention of backing down, and shook my shoulder with a firm voice.
"Ugh, eck, ughgeck, geuaek..."
As my head shook from side to side, a strange scream escaped.
If I keep confronting her like this, I won't be able to sleep, and Emily will be tired too.
"Haaahm... Okay..."
I declared surrender with a big yawn.
And I forced my body, which didn't have much strength, to get up.
Like a newborn calf, my arms trembled, and my head kept going down, but I managed to succeed in getting my body up, and I opened the eyelids that had been firmly closed until now.
"......?"
Strange.
I can feel the muscles around my eyelids moving, but my eyes are still dark.
It's definitely morning, but why is it so dark?
I looked around and urgently searched for Emily.
"Emily, what should I do, I can't see in front of me... I think I have some kind of disease."
"Young Master... you have to open your eyes."
"I opened my eyes?"
"Your eyes are swollen like goldfish lips right now."
"Eh?"
What is she talking about.
I raised my trembling hands and brought them to the area around my eyes.
Swollen eyelids and eyelids that had been dried and stuck together with tears.
I try to open my eyes by giving strength to my eyes, but my eyelids only twitch slightly and don't even think about moving.
"Emily, I can't open my eyes... what should I do?"
"Haa-"
Emily's sigh and the sound of water splashing, and the sound of water droplets falling.
And after a moment of silence, something cold and wet stuck to my eyes.
"Ah, cold!"
Shoulders that flinched in surprise, as I tried to pull my head back from the unknown object, Emily's hand immediately came up to my shoulder and firmly held me in place.
"It's a handkerchief, so please bear with it for a little while, your eyes are swollen because you haven't been able to sleep much."
"Okay..."
The damp cloth moves along my eyelashes.
As the cold air and moisture calmed my eyelids, I felt that the discomfort I had felt in my eyelids was slightly relieved.
"How is it? Do you feel a little better?"
"Okay."
The swelling still prevented me from opening my eyes, but as the dry and dry skin became moist, I was able to open my eyes, albeit thinly.
It's a problem because it's a little too thin.
Emily, holding a handkerchief and sitting on the edge of the bed, looks blurry.
Is this what the world looks like to a friend who cooks well in a cartoon about catching monsters?
I think something bad will happen if I don't calm down the swelling quickly.
"Emily."
"Yes, Young Master."
"Do you have ice?"
"I'll get it right away."
"Thank you."
_
Two hours of calming the swelling with ice that Emily got from the kitchen, even skipping breakfast.
"I thought I'd never be able to open my eyes in my life."
"You're exaggerating too much."
"Exaggerating, I was really scared because I thought I had some kind of disease."
I barely managed to calm down my goldfish-like eyelids and was able to open my eyes like a human.
Clear and distinct scenery, a 180-degree open view.
Combined with my mind that has cleared up after a long time, the visual refreshment is no joke.
"What time is it now?"
"It's nine twenty."
My mother said that we should have tea time at ten o'clock...
"There's not much time left."
"Yes, you have to get ready quickly, Madam said, 'If you don't come by 10 o'clock, I'll leave right away.'"
"My mother is in the garden, right?"
"Yes, she said she was having a cup of tea there."
"I have to hurry."
It's not that there's not enough time, but it's not like there's too much either.
Even if I go exactly at 10 o'clock because I'm too tired, my mother will subtly give me the stink eye, so I have to think about arriving about 10 minutes early.
I took off the outerwear that I hadn't taken off because I was too tired and looked for the clothes I had made yesterday.
"Emily, where are the clothes?"
"I put them in the basket in advance."
"Really? I'm okay with changing clothes myself, so could you roll up the designs that I organized on the desk and put them in the basket together?"
"Yes, there are six in total, right?"
"Yeah, please."
_
The evaluation of the results by my mother, sipping tea elegantly.
"You did well, you passed."
"!"
It was a simple and concise word.
My mother's expression had been stiff throughout the examination of the designs, so I was thinking about how to persuade her, but I was surprised that she passed at once without any criticism.
As I was stammering, unable to think of anything to say, my mother, who had put the teacup down on the table, made eye contact with me and began to explain.
"I wanted to see your will and eye for detail this time, how sincere you are about clothes, and how well you grasp the client's requirements."
"Yes."
"And William, you really followed my requirements well, I'm satisfied that you completed the designs within the period, and I also like that you slightly modified the tailcoat that knights commonly wear, not a flashy and strange design, and the color scheme and design go well with the uniform that Emily is wearing now."
My mother took out the swallowtail coat in the basket and unfolded it.
"I was also surprised that you made a plausible result in a week, even though you're a novice, it's something that only Daniel Kyung or so can do among the family's tailors, and you've also fixed the maid's uniform well, do you have any parts that I missed among what I've said so far?"
"No, it's as accurate as if you were looking into my heart."
"Hehe, you're being too exaggerated."
My mother, who put the swallowtail coat back in the basket, picked up the teacup and gave a soft smile.
"Let's go see him tomorrow, you've both been through a lot, so it would be better for you to rest today."
"Yes, thank you."
"Now, you two go do your own thing."
"Yes."
My mother, who subtly pushed the basket towards me, issued an order to leave.
Emily and I, who bowed our heads and greeted my mother, took the basket and left the garden as it was.