Chapter 133

The Tailor Shop and Bossy-Boots [Part 2]

“First of all, tell me about the progress of the dresses. Let’s do our best to finish at least all the designs by today. After the designs are done, I will do the basting. Nii-sama will make the accessories and decorations, and William will take a quick trip to the slums to fetch Harold-san and a few handy children. The embroidery work... Father is out today, so Hannah-san, if you may.”

“Eh? Huh? Eh?”

“Ah, before that, Hannah-san and the shopkeeper. Please go to the church and government office immediately and register your marriage.”

“Huh!!!? W-What are you saying—”

“E-Emma-sama!?”

The moment the shopkeeper agreed to hire the three siblings hurriedly as he was told, Emma started dividing the work with great momentum. She looked a bit like Melsa like this.

To think that I hired some noble children... The shopkeeper lamented as he mumbled, but if he had the ability to turn people down effectively, he wouldn’t have fallen into his current disadvantageous situation.Reaad the latest stories on novelbin(.)com

George had already started working on the first half-finished decoration, and William had also run to the slums at full speed.

The shopkeeper and Hannah both asked for an explanation from Emma, with red faces.

“To begin with, nobles, you see, although they usually like to be unreasonable, they wouldn’t be this unreasonable. What could have made things end up like this... The Royal Family’s evening party is no more than an excuse, you know.”

“Instead, it was used as a pretext...” Emma explained to the shopkeeper and Hannah. In the end, the shopkeeper was the cause.

“The shopkeeper... is a that, isn’t he. A hunk, isn’t he.”

“Pardon?”

In this world, no matter where and how she looked, everyone was pretty in their own ways.

Even among those, the shopkeeper looked exceptionally good. If this was the world of an otome game, he would 100% no doubt be a capture target. This was just Emma’s guess, but he was such a hunk that rumors about him may have sprung up even in the royal capital and the academy. His sparkly aura could contend with William’s.

Among the five dresses, the order of the last three dresses that were shoved into them came from young ladies whose households already had an exclusive tailor.

It was usually impossible for a shop of this scale to make a dress for such wealthy ladies. That’s right, those young ladies just wanted to take a look. At the hunk shopkeeper delivering the dresses. It was the reckless behavior of someone of marriageable age, the age when one is keen to follow the crowd.