“Will I be able to finish it all...”
Liene asked, blinking her drooping eyelids with fatigue.
"That’s right...”
Madam Flambard, who seemed like she would firmly tell Liene to hurry up and embroider at the time, somehow showed a weak appearance.
"Yes?"
Madam Flambard's reaction was enough to make her come to her senses.
“I forgot that the Princess hurt your hand. I’m sorry for causing you unnecessary trouble because my mind was too quick. How could I have been so short-sighted... I can’t take it back now.”
Madam Flambard's eyes filled with tears. Liene tried to comfort her, her face wet and embarrassed.
“No, ma’am! Why are you doing this? There’s still time. We’ll figure it out somehow.”
“What kind of embroidery is that? It keeps the Princess, who is about to get married, from sleeping... I’m not even qualified to be a nanny.”
Madam Flambard looked as if she was about to burst into tears. Liene shook her head vigorously.
“No, no... I did it because I was greedy. Madam didn’t force me to do it, so please don’t do it.”
“Even if the Princess said she would do it, I should have stopped her!”
Eventually, tears burst out. When the nanny who had raised her since she was little started crying, Liene couldn't hold it in anymore.
“Don’t cry... Then I’ll start crying too.”
“Why would I want to cry... Sob.”
Madam Flambard sobbed but did not put down the needle. Her determination to complete the embroidery at any cost was admirable.
“What should I do... If the Princess’s husband wears a wedding dress with less embroidery...”
That would probably be the biggest nightmare of her life.
“The two of us can do it if you work hard! And Lord Tiwakan won’t mind if the embroidery isn’t quite right.”
“I can’t tolerate it, I can’t tolerate it!”
Madam Flambard's sobs grew louder. Liene, who had been holding back tears, stamped her feet on the spot where she was sitting as if she was about to burst into tears.
She looked so tired. Liene wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.
“That’s... thank goodness.”
“I’m sorry,” said Liene in a voice that seemed to be choked up. Mrs. Henton shook her head sheepishly and pointed to the sewing.
“I’ve been sewing for a long time. There’s no way I won’t make a piece of clothing.”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Henton, without anyone having told her, had taken a seat in front of the sewing machine.
“Can I use this needle?”
Mada. Flambard looked at Liene in astonishment.
"Princess..."
Liene smiled with sleepy, puffy eyes.
“Trust me, ma’am.”
“No, but still... Oh my, it’s my needle, so let’s use this.”
Madam Flambard, who had been feeling uneasy, was astonished to see Mrs. Henton ready to start sewing on her own and gave her some work to do.
“Actually, let’s do this. If you do it from here to here, I can take a breather.”
"Qll right."
Although the two wives did not seem to get along very well, they had no hesitation in dividing the work.
It seemed as if the story of her long experience in sewing was not a lie, and Mrs. Henton began to embroider with skill and quickness. She even measured the stitches in advance and adjusted them carefully without Madam Flambard nagging her.
“...Well, it seems like it wasn’t a lie that it took a long time.”
“I worked as a silent slave in someone else’s house for 20 years, so how can I possibly be good at sewing?”
“If it’s someone else’s house... No, you don’t have to say anything. I’d be meddling for no reason.”
“I don’t mean to interfere, but it’s not a good thing either, so I’d appreciate it if you could just ignore it.”
“Yes, then.”
The two ladies' needles began to pick up speed. Then, Liene's hands started to move faster as well, thinking that she was the only one who was too slow.
“I think the man will be happy if you tell him that his wife interfered.”
“...”
Mrs. Henton looked at Liene as she sewed.
“The man said he wanted a house.”
This is pretty much like home. It's like family. So I'm happy too... No, maybe I'm happier.
“Then that’s a good thing.”
Mrs. Henton answered in a small voice. From then on, no one spoke, and only the needles were diligently moved. However, somehow, the air felt warm, as if a fire had been lit in a fireplace that didn’t exist.
“Since you're already doing it... take off my stockings too... and... It’s annoying...”
There were all these infiltrations. It was like the fairy was grumbling.
“Why... You don’t like it... ?”
It's not that I don't like it, it's the opposite. Why don't you know that?
Liene felt around the top of her dress, finding the place where the band of her stockings was caught. It was somewhere between her thigh and her knee. Liene brought the fairy's hand up and placed it on the band.
“Here... If you grab this and pull it down... quickly... Ah?"
Suddenly, the fairy took her hand away.
“...I can’t do this anymore.”
The fairy's voice, which had been distant and hazy like a dream, suddenly sounded like Black's voice, which sounded very tired.
“Uh...Yeah? Yes?"
Liene's eyes open as if it were a lie.
“You’d rather order something else.”
It wasn't a house elf. It is black.
“Uh, since when...?”
Liene raised her voice in embarrassment. Black looked at Liene and idly brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.
“I wasn’t sleeping. I thought you might come to bed late.”
Liene was asking since when he was no longer a house-elf, and Black answered, thinking she was asking since when he had been awake.
“No, that’s... That’s not it... Oh, then from the beginning?”
"Yes?"
“You thought it was a dream...”
“...Somehow.”
Black let out a sigh that sounded extremely tired.
“I must have woken you up because I did something wrong. Let’s go back to sleep.”
“I have to take off my stockings...”
Liene, who was about to take off her stockings while she was awake, suddenly stopped moving. To take off her stockings, she had to lift up her dress or put her hand inside. Yes. It wasn't for nothing that she felt lewd.
“Can I close my eyes?”
Black closed his eyes as he spoke.
“Will things like this not be a problem once we get married?”
Liene looked at Black, who had his eyes closed, and asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s like taking off someone’s clothes while they’re sleeping.”
"...Perhaps."
“I hope that happens soon.”
Liene forced herself to get up to take off her stockings.
“It’s just so hard right now... I felt like I was having a really sweet dream earlier...”
In fact, she didn't even know what he was talking about. Perhaps she was just feeling strange and embarrassed, but also regretful that the feeling disappeared in the middle.
“You was like a house elf. You did everything for me without me having to lift a finger.”
"Then."
Black opened his eyes and came closer to me.
“I guess I’ll just have to work hard from now on. I’ll get used to it.”
Liene asked, blinking her drooping eyelids with fatigue.
"That’s right...”
Madam Flambard, who seemed like she would firmly tell Liene to hurry up and embroider at the time, somehow showed a weak appearance.
"Yes?"
Madam Flambard's reaction was enough to make her come to her senses.
“I forgot that the Princess hurt your hand. I’m sorry for causing you unnecessary trouble because my mind was too quick. How could I have been so short-sighted... I can’t take it back now.”
Madam Flambard's eyes filled with tears. Liene tried to comfort her, her face wet and embarrassed.
“No, ma’am! Why are you doing this? There’s still time. We’ll figure it out somehow.”
“What kind of embroidery is that? It keeps the Princess, who is about to get married, from sleeping... I’m not even qualified to be a nanny.”
Madam Flambard looked as if she was about to burst into tears. Liene shook her head vigorously.
“No, no... I did it because I was greedy. Madam didn’t force me to do it, so please don’t do it.”
“Even if the Princess said she would do it, I should have stopped her!”
Eventually, tears burst out. When the nanny who had raised her since she was little started crying, Liene couldn't hold it in anymore.
“Don’t cry... Then I’ll start crying too.”
“Why would I want to cry... Sob.”
Madam Flambard sobbed but did not put down the needle. Her determination to complete the embroidery at any cost was admirable.
“What should I do... If the Princess’s husband wears a wedding dress with less embroidery...”
That would probably be the biggest nightmare of her life.
“The two of us can do it if you work hard! And Lord Tiwakan won’t mind if the embroidery isn’t quite right.”
“I can’t tolerate it, I can’t tolerate it!”
Madam Flambard's sobs grew louder. Liene, who had been holding back tears, stamped her feet on the spot where she was sitting as if she was about to burst into tears.
Knock knock.
It was then that there was a knock on the door.
“Hey, who... is... here, huh?”
Madam Flambard got up, sniffling.
“I’ll, ugh, go and check it out.”
“I can go.”
Madam Flambard gave her a firm nod to remain still and headed for the door.
“Who came at this hour?”
Suddenly, the face that appeared when the door opened was very unexpected. In fact, before opening the door, Madam Flambard had thought that it might be Black or Fermos.
“...? Did he come to the wrong room?”
“No, that’s not it.”
The person who was glancing around the room was Mrs. Henton.
“Then what’s going on?”
Madam Flambard's face turned grim as she wept. It was still Mrs. Henton, not Liene, who had ruined her wedding dress.
“I heard about it during the day.”
Mrs. Henton was undeterred by the cold glare she gave me.
“What are you talking about?”
“The tailor went back crying.”
Madqm Flambard burst into rage.
“What did that gentleman do that he should cry about? He brought in an embroidery like that and pretended to embroider it!”
“If you have any needles left, give me one too.”
Mrs. Henton pushed Madam Flambard, who was blocking the entrance, out of the way and entered. Madam Flambard, who had been pushed inadvertently, ran after her and grabbed the hem of Mrs. Henton's skirt.
“No, what are you doing? What do you think you’re going to do next!”
“If it’s that much, it’s obvious that you won’t be able to finish it by the morning of the wedding, so why would I ruin it on purpose? I don’t know how to sew, but I’m just offering to help.”
“So why are you suddenly doing this now?”
“Isn’t it true that people’s hearts can change at any time? It’s boring to just stay locked up in the room and laze around, so don’t be so critical of me in advance.”
“Do you not look at me with disdain right now?”
Liene approached the two wives who were arguing.
“Stop it, ma’am. And Mrs. Henton.”
“Hey, who... is... here, huh?”
Madam Flambard got up, sniffling.
“I’ll, ugh, go and check it out.”
“I can go.”
Madam Flambard gave her a firm nod to remain still and headed for the door.
“Who came at this hour?”
Suddenly, the face that appeared when the door opened was very unexpected. In fact, before opening the door, Madam Flambard had thought that it might be Black or Fermos.
“...? Did he come to the wrong room?”
“No, that’s not it.”
The person who was glancing around the room was Mrs. Henton.
“Then what’s going on?”
Madam Flambard's face turned grim as she wept. It was still Mrs. Henton, not Liene, who had ruined her wedding dress.
“I heard about it during the day.”
Mrs. Henton was undeterred by the cold glare she gave me.
“What are you talking about?”
“The tailor went back crying.”
Madqm Flambard burst into rage.
“What did that gentleman do that he should cry about? He brought in an embroidery like that and pretended to embroider it!”
“If you have any needles left, give me one too.”
Mrs. Henton pushed Madam Flambard, who was blocking the entrance, out of the way and entered. Madam Flambard, who had been pushed inadvertently, ran after her and grabbed the hem of Mrs. Henton's skirt.
“No, what are you doing? What do you think you’re going to do next!”
“If it’s that much, it’s obvious that you won’t be able to finish it by the morning of the wedding, so why would I ruin it on purpose? I don’t know how to sew, but I’m just offering to help.”
“So why are you suddenly doing this now?”
“Isn’t it true that people’s hearts can change at any time? It’s boring to just stay locked up in the room and laze around, so don’t be so critical of me in advance.”
“Do you not look at me with disdain right now?”
Liene approached the two wives who were arguing.
“Stop it, ma’am. And Mrs. Henton.”
Liene don't know. What Mrs. Henton's real intentions were. But even if she wanted to ruin her wedding, she doesn't think she would harbor the same resentment toward Black. It was Mrs. Henton who told her that an eight-year-old child couldn't do anything.
“It is my wedding, but it is also Lord Tiwakan’s wedding.”
“I know what you’re saying, but I..."
Mrs. Henton interrupted and smiled bitterly.
“My son wanted to live here. It’s the first time he’s ever said he wanted to do something, so I want to do it too. The Princess won’t have to worry.”
“Ah... is that true? Lord Klima said that?”
"Yes."
The bitterness in the bitter smile began to fade little by little.
“And he said the cookies were really delicious.”
"Ah"
“It is my wedding, but it is also Lord Tiwakan’s wedding.”
“I know what you’re saying, but I..."
Mrs. Henton interrupted and smiled bitterly.
“My son wanted to live here. It’s the first time he’s ever said he wanted to do something, so I want to do it too. The Princess won’t have to worry.”
“Ah... is that true? Lord Klima said that?”
"Yes."
The bitterness in the bitter smile began to fade little by little.
“And he said the cookies were really delicious.”
"Ah"
She looked so tired. Liene wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.
“That’s... thank goodness.”
“I’m sorry,” said Liene in a voice that seemed to be choked up. Mrs. Henton shook her head sheepishly and pointed to the sewing.
“I’ve been sewing for a long time. There’s no way I won’t make a piece of clothing.”
Meanwhile, Mrs. Henton, without anyone having told her, had taken a seat in front of the sewing machine.
“Can I use this needle?”
Mada. Flambard looked at Liene in astonishment.
"Princess..."
Liene smiled with sleepy, puffy eyes.
“Trust me, ma’am.”
“No, but still... Oh my, it’s my needle, so let’s use this.”
Madam Flambard, who had been feeling uneasy, was astonished to see Mrs. Henton ready to start sewing on her own and gave her some work to do.
“Actually, let’s do this. If you do it from here to here, I can take a breather.”
"Qll right."
Although the two wives did not seem to get along very well, they had no hesitation in dividing the work.
It seemed as if the story of her long experience in sewing was not a lie, and Mrs. Henton began to embroider with skill and quickness. She even measured the stitches in advance and adjusted them carefully without Madam Flambard nagging her.
“...Well, it seems like it wasn’t a lie that it took a long time.”
“I worked as a silent slave in someone else’s house for 20 years, so how can I possibly be good at sewing?”
“If it’s someone else’s house... No, you don’t have to say anything. I’d be meddling for no reason.”
“I don’t mean to interfere, but it’s not a good thing either, so I’d appreciate it if you could just ignore it.”
“Yes, then.”
The two ladies' needles began to pick up speed. Then, Liene's hands started to move faster as well, thinking that she was the only one who was too slow.
“I think the man will be happy if you tell him that his wife interfered.”
“...”
Mrs. Henton looked at Liene as she sewed.
“The man said he wanted a house.”
This is pretty much like home. It's like family. So I'm happy too... No, maybe I'm happier.
“Then that’s a good thing.”
Mrs. Henton answered in a small voice. From then on, no one spoke, and only the needles were diligently moved. However, somehow, the air felt warm, as if a fire had been lit in a fireplace that didn’t exist.
***
It was around 5:30 in the morning when Liene returned to the bedroom. Madam Flambard pushed her back, telling her to sleep for an hour even though she would have to wake up in an hour anyway. Mrs. Henton snatched the needle from Liene’s hand in the meantime. They still didn’t seem to be on good terms, but judging from their actions, they seemed like friends who would get along well. In any case, when she opened the bedroom door slightly, she was so sleepy that her eyelids half drooped.
She should wash up... She thought about it, but her body was already heading to bed. The man must be sleeping. Sleep well. Liene hoped she could see him in the morning.
She thought she would wake Black if she went to her own bedroom, so she planned to use the bed in the next room today. Liene didn’t even think about changing her clothes and just lay down on the bed. Her eyes closed. Her limbs were so heavy. She thought she should at least take off her shoes, but she was already half asleep. As if in a dream, someone’s hand touched her feet.
Thump.
Liene shoes came off with a very small sound. The hands that had removed her shoes from both feet carefully turned her prone body over. A soft pillow was placed under her head.
Who is it...? A house elf? Even in her sleep, Liene laughed softly at her own funny thoughts.
Don’t laugh, the fairy said. I’m holding back the urge to wake you up. Liene said with a laugh.
“Since you're already doing it... take off my stockings too... and... It’s annoying...”
There were all these infiltrations. It was like the fairy was grumbling.
“Why... You don’t like it... ?”
It's not that I don't like it, it's the opposite. Why don't you know that?
Anyway, the fairy lifted up her skirt a little and pulled up her stockings. Liene giggled. What kind of house elf doesn't know how to take off stockings?
“That’s not it...The band needs to be released first...”
What's the band like?
“Thigh... is on...”
The fairy let out a very dissatisfied sound. I don’t have the confidence to not be a shameless person.
“That’s not it...The band needs to be released first...”
What's the band like?
“Thigh... is on...”
The fairy let out a very dissatisfied sound. I don’t have the confidence to not be a shameless person.
Swish.
The hem of her skirt lifted up more, and both hands went inside her skirt. The hands, feeling the thin petticoat, found the knot that held the band in place on her inner thigh. Swish, pop. The knot came undone. The stockings fell down to her bare skin. The fairy’s hands gradually pulled at the stockings that had fallen down.
“Ah, strange... Fairy...”
Liene tossed and turned. What the... The fairy seemed to be trying hard not to touch her bare skin. They only grabbed the stockings with their fingertips and tugged on them. As they did so, the speed slowed down twice. But why is this so weird...
“Ah, strange... Fairy...”
Liene tossed and turned. What the... The fairy seemed to be trying hard not to touch her bare skin. They only grabbed the stockings with their fingertips and tugged on them. As they did so, the speed slowed down twice. But why is this so weird...
Slowly, little by little, the stockings were being pulled down, and every time they brushed against her skin, she became unnecessarily tense. Liene licked her lips as her mouth felt dry. Why, when they wasn’t even touching it... Taking off the stockings had been such an easy task, but now it felt too slow and difficult.
“Don’t do that, hurry up... No, here... Grab the band...”
“Don’t do that, hurry up... No, here... Grab the band...”
Liene felt around the top of her dress, finding the place where the band of her stockings was caught. It was somewhere between her thigh and her knee. Liene brought the fairy's hand up and placed it on the band.
“Here... If you grab this and pull it down... quickly... Ah?"
Suddenly, the fairy took her hand away.
“...I can’t do this anymore.”
The fairy's voice, which had been distant and hazy like a dream, suddenly sounded like Black's voice, which sounded very tired.
“Uh...Yeah? Yes?"
Liene's eyes open as if it were a lie.
“You’d rather order something else.”
It wasn't a house elf. It is black.
“Uh, since when...?”
Liene raised her voice in embarrassment. Black looked at Liene and idly brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.
“I wasn’t sleeping. I thought you might come to bed late.”
Liene was asking since when he was no longer a house-elf, and Black answered, thinking she was asking since when he had been awake.
“No, that’s... That’s not it... Oh, then from the beginning?”
"Yes?"
“You thought it was a dream...”
“...Somehow.”
Black let out a sigh that sounded extremely tired.
“I must have woken you up because I did something wrong. Let’s go back to sleep.”
“I have to take off my stockings...”
Liene, who was about to take off her stockings while she was awake, suddenly stopped moving. To take off her stockings, she had to lift up her dress or put her hand inside. Yes. It wasn't for nothing that she felt lewd.
“Can I close my eyes?”
Black closed his eyes as he spoke.
“Will things like this not be a problem once we get married?”
Liene looked at Black, who had his eyes closed, and asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s like taking off someone’s clothes while they’re sleeping.”
"...Perhaps."
“I hope that happens soon.”
Liene forced herself to get up to take off her stockings.
“It’s just so hard right now... I felt like I was having a really sweet dream earlier...”
In fact, she didn't even know what he was talking about. Perhaps she was just feeling strange and embarrassed, but also regretful that the feeling disappeared in the middle.
“You was like a house elf. You did everything for me without me having to lift a finger.”
"Then."
Black opened his eyes and came closer to me.
“I guess I’ll just have to work hard from now on. I’ll get used to it.”
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