This was also the cause of Madame Marcel's increasingly overworked workload.
Immediately after first packing and bringing her bags to Rowen Castle, Madame Marcel searched Claudel's dressing room. No, she was trying to search.
Surprisingly, Claudel's spacious dressing room was filled with clothes, but they were all insignificant and unworthy of Madame Marcel's attention. At least it would have been worth seeing a few pieces of Jouberdogna or Luchamp.
'Weird. Why are there so many jewels compared to the dress?'
Is it because she is the daughter of Vermont, who is said to have painted the entire interior of Valmonde Castle with gold?
Her doubts were soon answered by Kaian.
'I hope something like that crappy Valmonde dress doesn't catch my eye.'
It would be easier to figure out what Madame's tastes are if she studied the dresses she used to wear.
When she asked with regret, Kaian said that he threw away all the northern-style clothes because he didn't want to look at them.
The dresses she brought from the Duke of Vermont must have been quite expensive.
Madame Marcel was a little discouraged as she wanted to see the various costumes, but she was persuaded after hearing from Hanna that the Duke of Temnes had threatened Madame that if he found any Valmond-style jewelry, he would be thrown into the moat.
Aren’t Vermont and Temnes the kingdom’s greatest enemies? Even if he tore it up and burned it with his own hands, it was understandable.
But soon a new challenge began for Madame Marcel.
A noble lady's dress was usually formal and required several items to suit the occasion.
However, Claudel's closet was filled with unsophisticated and pointless dresses, as if they had been stolen from an ordinary dress shop.
'I put my honor as a seamstress in the castle on the line.'
Now that she has become the exclusive seamstress of Rowen Castle, her reaction to Claudel's fashion is from now on Madame Marcel's evaluation of her, and her enthusiasm burns like a black knight entering a sword fighting competition.
As a result, she had a lot of work to do.
She was able to hire quite a few people as many people applied for assistant positions, and she was able to produce a lot of embroidery and lace, which was a great help.
Still, her sewing machine couldn't bring out her elegant taste, so she had to sew things by hand and make patterns for new outfits, so she was busy all the time.
“My skills are not improving at all.”
What Claudel placed on the table was a sock the size of three fingers, which Madame Marcel had made for her.
Madame Marcel, who lifted it and saw Claudel's poor sewing skills, made a fuss about her.
“It’s your first time, but you’ve done really well.”
"Yes?"
Hannah helped Madame Marcel.
“I told you so, Lady. The more you make them, the better you will become. For a moment. First, please eat one of these cookies.”
Naturally, Hannah put a piece of a soft cookie into her mouth, and Claudel took it and ate it, fiddling with the paper lying face down on the table.
“Actually, I want to make socks and embroider this.”
“Please show me where.”
Although Claudel was not good at sewing, her drawings were better, and on the paper, she drew a small white flower on a sock similar to the one she had made.
“It may be impossible right now.”
“What are you talking about, Lady? Your skills are sufficient. You can do it right now.”
If her assistant, who had heard a brief praise after the sharp evaluation earlier, saw her, she would have thought, 'What is this?' and Madame Marcel showered her with compliments.
Hannah and Claudel each held in their hands the small socks that Madame Marcel had prepared in advance.
"If you draw what you want to embroider with chalk like this, it will come off when you wash it later. Actually, I’d like to do this.”
Claudel eagerly began to play with her hands as Madame Marcel had taught her.
Claudel's concentrated face was so cute that she looked just like her youngest sister. Madame Marcel's mother never gave birth to her youngest sister, but she said.
'It's really hard to pretend not to know.'
There were few people in the castle who knew about Claudel's pregnancy.
And Madame Marcel's thoughts were divided into categories.
There are those who sympathize with Claudel, who is trying to hide the fact of pregnancy, like Hannah, those who know but pretend not to know, like Kaian, those who stand in Kaian's position and take care of Claudel for some reason, like her or the butler, and people who are bat-like like doctors.
The doctor said he would keep it a secret from Kaiwn, but then he told everything to Kaian. Doctors were the type of people you should avoid the most.
In any case, Madame Marcel was taking care of the Madam, doing what she could, such as increasing the bust size of Claudel's clothes, which she often wore.
It would be even better if just Hannah could talk about this topic comfortably with each other.
It was a pity that Claudel ended up in an area where she had to not know about her pregnancy because the doctor had visited her while Kaian had called him to his office briefly.
“You are doing well.”
Madame Marcel handed Claudel a spool with yellow thread wrapped around it.
“Now that the petals are done, you just need to embroider a little more yellow in the center.”
“Does it look like a flower?”
"Sure. Sure."
How special your first baby will be.
Although she had never had children, Madame Marcel brought Claudel some pastimes that she thought she would enjoy.
'Lady. Would you like to make your own socks?'
'Socks?'
'Yes. This is for practice, so make it small. It's big enough to fit a baby's feet.'
At those words, Claudel nodded with an expectant expression.
Even though Madame Marcel was so busy, she was strictly following her employer's instructions to make an effort to please Claudel.
But there is another reason why she is really busy.
'I can't wait to try it on.'
These days, she was secretly making the bridal gown under Kaian's instructions.
Normally, she would have had to take the measurements again, take all kinds of fabrics and lace, try them on Claudel's body, and choose the one that would fit best.
Madame Marcel was in the process of creating the enormous and expensive dress, relying on her memory and imagination.
'Can't I just tell you, Ma'am?'
Madame Marcel appealed, but Kaian refused, like a sword.
'If you want to cancel the contract quickly.'
That can't happen! Never!
Madame Marcel had never intended to quit working as a seamstress in this castle until she saw Claudel wearing this bridal gown.
'I hope something like that crappy Valmonde dress doesn't catch my eye.'
It would be easier to figure out what Madame's tastes are if she studied the dresses she used to wear.
When she asked with regret, Kaian said that he threw away all the northern-style clothes because he didn't want to look at them.
The dresses she brought from the Duke of Vermont must have been quite expensive.
Madame Marcel was a little discouraged as she wanted to see the various costumes, but she was persuaded after hearing from Hanna that the Duke of Temnes had threatened Madame that if he found any Valmond-style jewelry, he would be thrown into the moat.
Aren’t Vermont and Temnes the kingdom’s greatest enemies? Even if he tore it up and burned it with his own hands, it was understandable.
But soon a new challenge began for Madame Marcel.
A noble lady's dress was usually formal and required several items to suit the occasion.
However, Claudel's closet was filled with unsophisticated and pointless dresses, as if they had been stolen from an ordinary dress shop.
'I put my honor as a seamstress in the castle on the line.'
Now that she has become the exclusive seamstress of Rowen Castle, her reaction to Claudel's fashion is from now on Madame Marcel's evaluation of her, and her enthusiasm burns like a black knight entering a sword fighting competition.
As a result, she had a lot of work to do.
She was able to hire quite a few people as many people applied for assistant positions, and she was able to produce a lot of embroidery and lace, which was a great help.
Still, her sewing machine couldn't bring out her elegant taste, so she had to sew things by hand and make patterns for new outfits, so she was busy all the time.
“My skills are not improving at all.”
What Claudel placed on the table was a sock the size of three fingers, which Madame Marcel had made for her.
Madame Marcel, who lifted it and saw Claudel's poor sewing skills, made a fuss about her.
“It’s your first time, but you’ve done really well.”
"Yes?"
Hannah helped Madame Marcel.
“I told you so, Lady. The more you make them, the better you will become. For a moment. First, please eat one of these cookies.”
Naturally, Hannah put a piece of a soft cookie into her mouth, and Claudel took it and ate it, fiddling with the paper lying face down on the table.
“Actually, I want to make socks and embroider this.”
“Please show me where.”
Although Claudel was not good at sewing, her drawings were better, and on the paper, she drew a small white flower on a sock similar to the one she had made.
“It may be impossible right now.”
“What are you talking about, Lady? Your skills are sufficient. You can do it right now.”
If her assistant, who had heard a brief praise after the sharp evaluation earlier, saw her, she would have thought, 'What is this?' and Madame Marcel showered her with compliments.
Hannah and Claudel each held in their hands the small socks that Madame Marcel had prepared in advance.
"If you draw what you want to embroider with chalk like this, it will come off when you wash it later. Actually, I’d like to do this.”
Claudel eagerly began to play with her hands as Madame Marcel had taught her.
Claudel's concentrated face was so cute that she looked just like her youngest sister. Madame Marcel's mother never gave birth to her youngest sister, but she said.
'It's really hard to pretend not to know.'
There were few people in the castle who knew about Claudel's pregnancy.
And Madame Marcel's thoughts were divided into categories.
There are those who sympathize with Claudel, who is trying to hide the fact of pregnancy, like Hannah, those who know but pretend not to know, like Kaian, those who stand in Kaian's position and take care of Claudel for some reason, like her or the butler, and people who are bat-like like doctors.
The doctor said he would keep it a secret from Kaiwn, but then he told everything to Kaian. Doctors were the type of people you should avoid the most.
In any case, Madame Marcel was taking care of the Madam, doing what she could, such as increasing the bust size of Claudel's clothes, which she often wore.
It would be even better if just Hannah could talk about this topic comfortably with each other.
It was a pity that Claudel ended up in an area where she had to not know about her pregnancy because the doctor had visited her while Kaian had called him to his office briefly.
“You are doing well.”
Madame Marcel handed Claudel a spool with yellow thread wrapped around it.
“Now that the petals are done, you just need to embroider a little more yellow in the center.”
“Does it look like a flower?”
"Sure. Sure."
How special your first baby will be.
Although she had never had children, Madame Marcel brought Claudel some pastimes that she thought she would enjoy.
'Lady. Would you like to make your own socks?'
'Socks?'
'Yes. This is for practice, so make it small. It's big enough to fit a baby's feet.'
At those words, Claudel nodded with an expectant expression.
Even though Madame Marcel was so busy, she was strictly following her employer's instructions to make an effort to please Claudel.
But there is another reason why she is really busy.
'I can't wait to try it on.'
These days, she was secretly making the bridal gown under Kaian's instructions.
Normally, she would have had to take the measurements again, take all kinds of fabrics and lace, try them on Claudel's body, and choose the one that would fit best.
Madame Marcel was in the process of creating the enormous and expensive dress, relying on her memory and imagination.
'Can't I just tell you, Ma'am?'
Madame Marcel appealed, but Kaian refused, like a sword.
'If you want to cancel the contract quickly.'
That can't happen! Never!
Madame Marcel had never intended to quit working as a seamstress in this castle until she saw Claudel wearing this bridal gown.
‘I don’t want dirt to get in my eyes.'
She will see the most beautiful bride in the world.
Now there were two people in the world who were eager to see Claudel in a pure white dress: her client, Kaian, and the producer, Madame Marcel.
While she was grinding, Claudel, who had been embroidering for a while, raised her head. She was staring at Claudel so intently that their eyes immediately met hers.
“Why are you doing that? You're been staring at me a lot these days.”
“Me?”
There were a lot of difficulties trying to make that damn dress without even being able to try it on.
When she was with Claudel as much as possible, it became a part of her daily routine to look without realizing it and look for places to make corrections.
“Isn’t that so?”
"No way. I was thinking about what kind of clothes would look good on you. Ho ho ho. That’s my job.”
When Madame Marcel changed her words and laughed, Claudel lowered her head again as if she was bored and started moving her hands.
'Phew. I heard you're surprisingly sharp.'
Is it because she looks at Claudel with such burning eyes? She has to be careful. It was very difficult not to be able to see it.
Madame Marcel decided to ask Kaian again if she could just tell Claudel the truth and make her a dress.
If Claudel knew how to make bridal gowns, she would have had a lot of fun every day during the two months it took to make them. There was a lot to see and see in each step of making such an enormous dress.
Since ancient times, isn’t prenatal education all about seeing good and pretty things?
Madame Marcel was anxious to show Claudel the dress that Temnes was making for the future successor.
It wasn't that she wanted to hear a compliment or was curious about Claudreaction, but she meant it. The finished product is great for a dress, but it's fun to watch the process of making it. It was just a shame to give up the expected joy.
While Madame Marcel was blaming Kaian for covering her mouth, Claudel diligently moved the needle through thr quadrilaterals.
Claudel had finally completed her embroidery and looked at her with a proud look on her face.
“How is it?”
“You did a really good job.”
Claudel smiled brightly at Madame Marcel's compliment.
“Wow. It looks like a really small flower has bloomed.”
"Yes?"
“I have two pairs of socks. Would you like to try one more?”
"Yes. It’s a little crooked, but you’ll do well if you try one more time, right?”
“I say you have enough right now. You can take it to the store and sell it.”
"Really?"
"Sure. When have you seen me talk empty? Those eyes are high, lady."
Madame Marcel highly praised Claudel's work. Claudel seemed to be motivated by her praise, so she cut a length of white thread, put a new thread on the needle, and began her second work.
Knock knock.
Then there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Hannah quickly left and opened the door, and Kaian came into the bedroom.
“Kaian. Are you here now?”
Kaian went to inspect the territory early in the morning.
The man who said he would return late and had dinner first came back before the sun had even set, and Claudel was happy to welcome him.
“You’re here early.”
When Claudel stood up, Hannah and Madame Marcel moved to the side and slightly lowered their heads.
“What were you doing?”
"Ah. Madame Marcel was teaching me how to sew.”
"Sewing?"
When Kaian showed interest by taking off his hat and coat and handing them to the butler who came in behind him, Claudel quickly brought back what she had put down on the table.
“Look at this. It was good for the first time I made it, right?”
Madame Marcel made eye contact with Kaian.
‘Praise, hurry.'
Madam Marcel appealed to his cold master with her eyes. It was true that Kaian really cared for and loved Claudel, but in Madame Marcel's opinion, he always had a problem with his mouth.
Kaian glanced half-heartedly and he said.
“What is that? Is it a fried egg?”
She will see the most beautiful bride in the world.
Now there were two people in the world who were eager to see Claudel in a pure white dress: her client, Kaian, and the producer, Madame Marcel.
While she was grinding, Claudel, who had been embroidering for a while, raised her head. She was staring at Claudel so intently that their eyes immediately met hers.
“Why are you doing that? You're been staring at me a lot these days.”
“Me?”
There were a lot of difficulties trying to make that damn dress without even being able to try it on.
When she was with Claudel as much as possible, it became a part of her daily routine to look without realizing it and look for places to make corrections.
“Isn’t that so?”
"No way. I was thinking about what kind of clothes would look good on you. Ho ho ho. That’s my job.”
When Madame Marcel changed her words and laughed, Claudel lowered her head again as if she was bored and started moving her hands.
'Phew. I heard you're surprisingly sharp.'
Is it because she looks at Claudel with such burning eyes? She has to be careful. It was very difficult not to be able to see it.
Madame Marcel decided to ask Kaian again if she could just tell Claudel the truth and make her a dress.
If Claudel knew how to make bridal gowns, she would have had a lot of fun every day during the two months it took to make them. There was a lot to see and see in each step of making such an enormous dress.
Since ancient times, isn’t prenatal education all about seeing good and pretty things?
Madame Marcel was anxious to show Claudel the dress that Temnes was making for the future successor.
It wasn't that she wanted to hear a compliment or was curious about Claudreaction, but she meant it. The finished product is great for a dress, but it's fun to watch the process of making it. It was just a shame to give up the expected joy.
While Madame Marcel was blaming Kaian for covering her mouth, Claudel diligently moved the needle through thr quadrilaterals.
Claudel had finally completed her embroidery and looked at her with a proud look on her face.
“How is it?”
“You did a really good job.”
Claudel smiled brightly at Madame Marcel's compliment.
“Wow. It looks like a really small flower has bloomed.”
"Yes?"
“I have two pairs of socks. Would you like to try one more?”
"Yes. It’s a little crooked, but you’ll do well if you try one more time, right?”
“I say you have enough right now. You can take it to the store and sell it.”
"Really?"
"Sure. When have you seen me talk empty? Those eyes are high, lady."
Madame Marcel highly praised Claudel's work. Claudel seemed to be motivated by her praise, so she cut a length of white thread, put a new thread on the needle, and began her second work.
Knock knock.
Then there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Hannah quickly left and opened the door, and Kaian came into the bedroom.
“Kaian. Are you here now?”
Kaian went to inspect the territory early in the morning.
The man who said he would return late and had dinner first came back before the sun had even set, and Claudel was happy to welcome him.
“You’re here early.”
When Claudel stood up, Hannah and Madame Marcel moved to the side and slightly lowered their heads.
“What were you doing?”
"Ah. Madame Marcel was teaching me how to sew.”
"Sewing?"
When Kaian showed interest by taking off his hat and coat and handing them to the butler who came in behind him, Claudel quickly brought back what she had put down on the table.
“Look at this. It was good for the first time I made it, right?”
Madame Marcel made eye contact with Kaian.
‘Praise, hurry.'
Madam Marcel appealed to his cold master with her eyes. It was true that Kaian really cared for and loved Claudel, but in Madame Marcel's opinion, he always had a problem with his mouth.
Kaian glanced half-heartedly and he said.
“What is that? Is it a fried egg?”
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