Chapter 129

Impossible [Part 2]

Still in Hannah’s POV

“Is this embroidery your own work?”

The one speaking to me as they pointed at my clothes was the person who would become my current shopkeeper.

I couldn’t buy new clothes, so I was only wearing secondhand clothing given out by the church.

After being washed and worn repeatedly for many years, the cloth was thinning and getting worn out. To strengthen the clothes, I had embroidered the cloth and it was true that they were my original design.

The shopkeeper took a liking to my embroidery, the pattern of which had never been seen, not only in the royal capital but in any country. And thus, I got hired as a seamstress during the social season and as his assistant at other times.

During the social season, he gave me a salary of an amount that was impossible to get in the countryside.

I wonder why I ran away...

The shopkeeper was someone to whom I owed my life, and our family’s benefactor.

Even if I was so busy, I shouldn’t have run.

But, what’s impossible will stay impossible.

My embroidery pattern became popular, which meant I was extremely busy every social season.

I somehow struggled through it every year, sent the money to my family, and waited for the next season while working as an assistant.

However, this year, the royal family unexpectedly hosted two evening parties.

Just last week, I thought that I had finally escaped hell, only to see that an even worse hell awaited me.

I had devoted all my time to sewing, without eating, without sleeping, but somehow, the dresses I needed to make increased.

Even if I was busy, I shouldn’t have run.

I really shouldn’t have run...

I was the only seamstress in that shop. To ensure that I could stay there during the winter, that I could send my family as much money as possible, the shopkeeper had avoided hiring another seamstress.

It isn’t the shopkeeper’s fault.

It’s... mine...

“Sister, are you alright? Do you feel unwell? How’s the wound on your hand? Does it hurt?”

The girl with a scar on her cheek that I accidentally knocked over offered her concern as she sat beside me.

“You look pale. Would you like to eat something?”

This girl, 100% definitely a noble, looked sincerely worried about me for some reason.

Impossible.

In the first place, it’s already miraculous enough that I was still alive after bumping into a noble.

That tall boy was also 100% a noble, but he had carried me, a commoner, all the way here. The nobles loathed touching commoners, so this too...... should be impossible.

“Nee-sama. I think a normal person couldn’t eat anything when they feel unwell, though? The only ones who would get well by eating when they are sick are nee-sama and the rubber man[1], you know?”

[T/N 1: Refers to Luffy from One Piece]

The pretty blond boy reminded the girl with a scar. ...rubber??? man?

I suppose they were siblings... Each of these three were offering me their concern.

......impossible.

‘Uhhh,’ my head bowed, I shook it from side to side, unable to accept the reality.

“Are you troubled over something? Maybe you will feel better if you talk about it?”

The girl tilted her head and gently put her hand, which was even paler than mine (and I rarely went out), over my hand.

As the warmth from the girl’s body spread into me, I somehow started talking about my family, myself, and my job little by little.

A younger, beautiful, noble girl with a deep scar.

And me, a commoner, older, and a runaway from her seamstress job.

It’s ridiculous.

It’s ridiculous and impossible......... even so.........

Please save me......

Clinging desperately to that slender, small hand, I went on and on as I told her everything.