Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga Chapter 632

EP.632

The celebration organized under the leadership of Esmuët attracted so many people that it was hard to believe that it had been put together in one day.

Those who lived in the capital or the nobles who had connections with them and were able to rent guest rooms were aristocrats. Those who could not give up on the celebration held by the princess even though they did not meet various conditions, had to go to lodging companies that they would not normally have bothered to look for to find a room, and as a result, the lights at the capital gate were kept on all morning.

It wasn’t just nobles who lost their minds in the commotion last night. The common people, who had no idea of the circumstances, were scared when they saw the nobles suddenly flocking in, thinking that the empire had been invaded by the devil’s army, and had trouble sleeping due to the carriages and people coming and going all night.

However, there were people who experienced hell more horribly than anyone else: the famous dressmakers who were considered the best in the empire.

“Please tell me it was a dream.”

“It’s a dream, so move your fingers without stopping.”

“No way!”

The servants of noble families who knocked on the door in the middle of the night not only enjoyed it, but even competed with each other, stealing all the clothes that could be considered fashionable. The servants who were later than them by the minute shed tears of blood and shook off the unfashionable new items, while those who arrived late by the hour asked for repairs with a broken look on their faces.

“The princess, the princess, our princess. What on earth were you thinking to bring about such a disaster?”

Even though there was a limit to repairs because there was no time and there were only one or two spells, the nobles did not give up. At least for a moment, I almost laughed out loud when I heard a request to have a dragon-shaped embroidery sewn onto one side of the shawls worn by noble ladies.

No one knew that it would spread like a trend and end up being embroidered on dozens of outfits.

“Marshall’s dressmaker said they had nailed it and wouldn’t accept any half-baked repairs. If I had known it would be like this, I would have just gone there.”

“Oh, I heard that too. But in the end, I heard there was pressure from the earl’s family to repair it?”

“What? I heard this story an hour ago?”

“Then you’re right. I just went to buy some yarn and heard about it. It wasn’t like there was a fuss going on in all directions.”

At first, the tailor’s cutting room was very cluttered, but it started to get quieter as employees who were suddenly called in took their seats.

My mind, which had been clouded due to being dragged in while I was sleeping, cleared up after being pricked with a needle a few times. All that’s left is the nobleman’s servants tapping their feet as they wait with open eyes for the repairs to be completed, and the morning getting brighter. The tailor shop employees, who were more pressed for time than ever before in their lives, became silent as they focused on speeding up the work.

I can’t even think about additional allowances or what this is all about. The one who broke the silent silence achieved through a high level of concentration was a female dwarf who suddenly burst open the door of the dressmaker and entered.

“Is this Herewish Dressmaker’s Shop?”

Herewish Dwina, the owner of the dressmaker, was about to scold her for not being able to read in a tense atmosphere that made her want to vomit, but she was left speechless when she saw the costume of the female dwarf looking around with a sour gaze.

A wine-colored cape draped over a luxurious uniform made of dark blue fabric and gold embroidery. And the needle and thread embroidery that resembled the small imperial emblem on one side of the cape was something that even a renowned tailor would be impressed by, but that wasn’t important right now.

It was important that the empire had a set number of dwarves who could wear such clothes.

“Why is the leader of the Hwa Imperial Chamber of Commerce here…”

“I didn’t come to buy clothes.”

The dwarf answered indifferently, rummaging around inside the cape, unfolded a scroll with the imperial seal on it, and began to read it with gloomy eyes.

“By order of Pancracy Vistim Tell Noir, the 13th emperor of the empire, we are deploying two embroidery masters from the Imperial Chamber of Commerce to your workplace. This is to help you who have suffered due to the sudden fortune of the empire, so it is best. “To do everything.”

It was impossible for a scroll almost as long as her forearm to have only that much text written on it, but no one pointed it out. The two dwarves who came into the store following Chimseonjang, who had finished summarizing the dwarf-style proclamation, settled down inside the store, glanced at the embroidery that the employees had been engraving, and then copied it at breakneck speed. However, no one could open their mouths in shock.

Without fail, it was Chimseonjang who broke the silence.

“Aren’t you the leader here? You need to come to your senses!”

Clap with palms like pot lids! Herewish, who jumped up after being hit on the butt with a loud sound, bowed his head without even thinking of questioning him and began to work again. Chimseomjang, who nodded with satisfaction at the sight, left the store and turned all eyes on himself and the dwarf carriage. I ignored it and looked at the map.

“Anyway, that kid is very good at annoying people.”

The celebration begins at 2pm. Her task today was to arrange and return the embroidery workers to their designated shops within less than 7 hours.

“It would be nice, Sister Wang. We can just tour the capital.”

“I should have done chimseongjang instead of embroidery.”

“I do a lot of things. If I ask you to do it, you can do it, right?”

“I can’t do it. Kkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”

When Chimseongjang got back into the carriage, he looked at the embroiderers who were talking excitedly while giving him space, and shook his head. He tapped the floor of the carriage to give a signal to the coachman, and then opened his mouth.

“But does anyone know what this is?”

She also just received instructions and doesn’t know the details. The only thing I heard in passing was that this was all a celebration held by a human who had once saved a foolish kid and became a dragon slayer.

“If Sister Wang doesn’t know, how can we know?”

“No, I picked up something on the way. I heard that the demon hero is celebrating by catching a dragon?”

“1 Didn’t the human who saved the princess become a dragon slayer?”

“I heard that that human is a demon hero?”

“How can a demonic hero be human?”

Because there were female dwarves over twenty sitting together, the conversation quickly went to the mountains, and Chimseonjang closed his eyes tightly, feeling frustrated at the reality that none of them made any sense.

“So, aren’t you saying that the human race of the kingdom of Itisel who saved the first princess are actually demonic heroes, and that they are holding a celebration to express their gratitude by capturing the dragon this time?”

“Say something that makes sense! If you’re that kind of human, you should celebrate in the kingdom. Why would the empire celebrate?”

Regardless, the other dwarves were just laughing and chatting, excited about their first outdoor activity in a long time.

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“……What is this?”

As soon as Messina Vance da Iticiel opened his eyes early in the morning, he tilted his head as he looked at the letter delivered to him.

Since it was a familiar seal on familiar letterhead, it was not difficult to guess who the sender was. However, the content inside was so difficult to understand that I wondered if I was seeing something because I was half asleep.

However, even after rereading it two or three times, the content remained the same, and Messina ended up raising his voice.

“My empire is holding a celebration to commemorate Lord Ega becoming a dragon slayer? And today? So quickly? Where else in the world do you find such etiquette…

” They say no.”

Messina, who had not even gotten out of bed yet, stopped speaking as her butler Heyri cautiously added words, feeling her confusion increasing.

What does this mean again?

“This isn’t just for us?”

“Yes. Rather, we were among those who received it quickly and were able to save some face. It is said that this invitation caused an uproar throughout the empire.”

Messina, who briefly heard about the commotion that took place in the empire during the night, tilted his head, hoping that it was all a dream, but it did not make reality a dream.

“Was it true that there was a strange atmosphere between Princess Esmue and Lord Egar…?”

It was a rumor that I only passed around because I thought it was such a far-fetched story, but it started to feel like the truth when Eldmia, who was a slightly less ordinary commoner, suddenly became a warrior and dragon slayer.

No… Still, we sent the knights to protect the dragon’s by-products and gave them a mansion as a gift under various excuses… but it’s a bit weird to make a deal with the empire and even hold a celebration… “…

No. That’s natural. We are in a position where we cannot propose a deal with the Dwarven Kingdom.”

“yes?”

“I was just talking to myself. But I still got an invitation, so I have to hurry.”

It may be an empire, but the kingdom is not in a situation where the king or crown prince can move during a celebration like this. In fact, if it had been an invitation other than Eldmia, Messina would not have participated and would have only responded appropriately.

Although it was painful that he couldn’t hold a celebration here first, since it was like this, he had to find a way to trade the remaining by-products or at least get confirmation that he had no regrets about Ethisel.

“I don’t know how tomorrow’s war will turn out, but it’s sad that I have no choice but to be swayed by prestige and justification…”

Seeing Messina looking sincerely depressed, Heyri quietly began preparing to go out for her.

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