Chapter 244: 244 243. Academic exchange of views on pads

"Close... this would be so close I don't know first!

"Is it? I was wondering if I needed a little more softness..."

"What do you think of Darya?

"How's Mr. Darya?

"Uh... I was wondering if I could stay like this..."

In the separate residence of the Scalfalotto family, in its workshop, Dahliya was cramped with answers.

Together are Lucia and Idea. Marcella, Darya's escort, goes to horseback riding classes.

The current subject of the study is' chest pads', and what we are discussing is about feeling.

Ideas taken to Lucia, who is taking off her jacket, besides her jacket, even like a supporter with metal bones, are seriously debated.

Placed on the table surrounded by the three of them was a white bag of ellipses.

The contents are 'Dune Foam (Dunabola)', a thin rusty grain that confers soil and fire magic with high magic, and 'Human Skin Insulation', which confers water magic with high magic on Red Slime.

The two are mixed together. It gives you a soft fat and muddy feel when you touch it.

Put your clothes on top, even though you can tell when you're shaking, you won't touch them that way.

Aren't common chest pads fluffy cotton in the first place? Why do you have to ask for so much realism?

"Hmm, I knew it was a big personal difference"

"Perhaps it's better to create a feeling that suits the individual than to make it an average touch"

With the chest pad being prototyped in my hand, I was finally trying to reach a conclusion.

"Darya, can I just get this first? The magic of state fixation, for safety's sake, get it done in a garment guild, and if you need secrecy, put in a temple contract. I'll pay you there when the price is set."

"It's okay. But is this all you need?

"Yeah. There's someone in the clothing guild who was sick and had to take one breast. I healed him in the temple, but he said it was not possible in monetary terms to recur and undo him again. I'm stuffed with cotton now, because I was the one with the original chest, and it seems a little out of balance - and I recently said, 'I feel like the cold is coming straight to my gut' and it looks very cold. Glad we made it in the winter."

"That's what happened..."

"Cotton (I) pads are surprisingly inconvenient, aren't they? He'll be right there, and he'll be careful walking through the crowd because he won't reduce the impact that much when he hits you."

It was also a real medical problem. Sure, that looks tough.

"You're not just a matter of appearance."

"Yeah. Sickness and injuries aren't all things that can be completely cured in the temple, and outside the king's capital, it's seven days before he comes to the temple, so he says he can't cure many things. Nobles have magical magicians who can use healing magic, but because there are few and expensive clerics, it is impossible for the common people of the province. It's been seven days since I finally came to King's Landing, and some people are going straight to the ambulance."

"I didn't know. The clergyman just said he was in the region..."

"I can't get more clerics, but I don't want to if I can do something with my clothes. In the coming garment guild, I'd like to have this kind of support system out. Because I felt suddenly, even where you were great before this. Oh, I told you..."

Recently, Lucia was talking about chest pads among some aristocratic men. For once, he didn't even care about him.

Most importantly, Berniege and others were also very much on the subject, so they would not be upset.

"Of course, it's more real, and you can do whatever you want to look like. Many people want to add it to their shoulders and buttocks. If you want to sharpen it the other way around, there's corsets and supporters."

"Are shoulder pads still common in men?

"Yep. Otherwise, it's hard to force the suit. That makes me feel intelligent when I come up with something. Noble, knightly, retired people are often allowed in."

"Can't that be a pad of cotton (me)?

"That's the thing, slapping me on the shoulder on purpose and saying, 'Stuffing! I was surprised or laughed at."

"It's cloudy..."

Noble men, too, seem to have a hard time finding someone to be sarcastic about to such a place.

"Nobility has a place where clothes are determined by events, and they really don't look good, but they're prone to get bigger. I really don't have a man or a woman, I like the outfit that suits me, but I don't know if my country has one yet."

"But in neighboring countries, they can see it with white eyes just wearing heterosexual clothes. I think Ordine is a free man."

"There's no same-sex marriage next door. I feel like I see a lot of people coming to Ordine."

Both same-sex and bigamous marriages are officially permitted in this country.

As a small percentage, there are same-sex married couples in your neighborhood, and they are not uncomfortable. Few things like this are said in the city in disguise.

Few said they could not marry on the same sex in another country or were persecuted to come to this country.

Most of all, it is also in the form of taking away neighboring citizens, so the countries can do a little more with each other. That's a tough story.

"Speaking of which, I didn't know until now, Mr. Idea, you have quite a chest. Why do you have a chest supporter when the bear top looks good on you, too?

"No matter what the chest is, it's just in the way. I usually cover it with a supporter and jacket because it's hard to move and it looks fat. Because large sized lingerie is expensive, and shoulder straps are easy to stretch. Supporters for female knights last longer."

"Ah, the bigger sizes do increase the price..."

"Yeah, and when your breasts stand out, it's easy for strangers to stop by."

"When it comes to strange people, like nappies for breasts?

"There are people who jump over Napa and suddenly try to touch me. Seems to be seen weak because of the way it looks..."

Long, empty hair, slightly lowered eyes of blue vines. White, soft contoured face.

The thin blue frame eyeglasses look great, but I also get the impression that they are very important somewhere.

"I went to the guard jar three times, so they remembered my face"

"I've seen you like that many times that you can remember me as a guard..."

"Oh, I'm fine. When it is in a moron, tell him to stop, because if he doesn't stop, he will apply an increased concentration of digestive fluid."

"Is that, possibly, slime?

"That's right. Because if you aim at your eyes, you can't move from the spot. Mostly it's a temple send, three or four gold coins, right? However, when the guard jar is far away, it's hard to take them. Mostly, slime would be much better if it was comfortable to touch..."

I was convinced of a lot of ideas to tell pale.

If the face is exposed to digestive fluid that increases the concentration of the slime, it will burn. If it hits me, I'll have to go around the ground unless I put a potion on it on the spot.

"Mr. Idea, nice and strong! You got a lot of knights in your house or something?

"I have four brothers, two of whom are knights. I was taught a lot about self-defense because I was worried about it."

For the safety of my sister, my brothers seem to have worked very hard.

"Your father's a knight, too?

"No, my father is an alchemist. But can I call you Father - because I've been 'accounted for'"

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"Huh?"

"My parents grow herbs. My study of slime, not medicinal herbs, in high school gave me more novels… When I went home on vacation, I fed medicinal herbs to the slime I had, and my father allotted me"

"Uh, but if it's an important business tool, it could happen to me too..."

Lucia is convinced.

Does it feel like feeding slime with important scissors and clothes?

And I think to myself.

My daughter, who feeds slime on magic implements and rare ingredients - no less confident that it will be an in-depth discussion on the spot.

"My father has little guts. As much as I fed an acre of herbs for high potion. It's going to grow again."

"Buh."

To the idea I just said, I accidentally pretended.

Medicinal herbs for high potion are difficult to grow, and certainly one bottle is more than one gold coin.

How many acres did it take?

"Idea, I was just wondering..."

"When the long-grown blues lime finally split, my father was crushing it while I was away to fertilize that field. If you protest, there will be more slime."

"Uh..."

That's a deep ditch.

It could be an important pet or a feeling of being deprived of research material.

"Mr. Idea, that's why I got a job in the Adventurer Alliance."

"Yes, it was time to leave the house as it was and just more material for the slime in the Adventurers Guild, so I became one of the people in charge as it was, and now it's my job. I was very lucky."

I was convinced of the idea of laughing. They've really liked slime for a long time.

"But your family's worried, isn't it?

"It's okay. I write to my mother on the first of the month, and my brothers and I meet occasionally in the capital."

"I'm sure your father is also worried about Mr. Idea"

"... when my mother left a letter on the table, she said she was changing her orientation"

Idea's father has also seemed pathetic.

But from what I've heard so far, it's going to be hard to settle right away.

"Parent-child relationships are hard, aren't they? But whatever you don't want to be a parent, kids are fine! Recently, there have been so many cutes in baby clothes..."

"Mr. Lucia, that's better clothes than kids, isn't it?

"You sewed Irma's baby clothes, and you got into it, didn't you?

"Maybe. But I haven't sewn that much yet. Twenty diapers, ten baby clothes for both men and women. That's just for one person at a time."

Wait, Lucia. Though twins, how much are you willing to make.

"Lucia, I think Irma and the others will have the pleasure of choosing baby clothes..."

"It's just there! I gave him three sketches from Lord Fort, me and the members of the Garment Guild, so he picked out the design and colors from there. It's not that hard to go out there anymore, it's Irma's stomach."

"Sure..."

Irma is now about seven months pregnant. It's a lot of trouble because I'm a twin.

The job is just as difficult, and the hairdresser is on a temporary break.

'I can't see my feet at all with my stomach' was spilled when I met him last time.

The twins in my stomach seem very healthy. When I went to see him the other day, he was moving enough to tell even from above his clothes.

By the way, when Marcella put her ear on her stomach, she was kicked in. 'That kick is definitely a man,' he said.

"Irma said you might double your breast milk because you're a twin"

"Huh? If you're a twin, don't you let half of them drink goat's milk?

"I heard you already asked for a house with goats because you won't know until you're born. It's a problem if it's not enough..."

In this country, goat's milk is often fed when breast milk cannot be fed.

For this reason, goats are kept everywhere, and goat milk is sold.

"It seems so hard to get two babies to drink breast milk..."

"It's really hard, isn't it? I wish all couples were equal now, that is, breastfeeding and everything!

I know how Lucia feels, but that's a little impossible.

Darya decided, for the time being, to increase the plugging into Irma.

"Ah, this is such a time already! We'll have Lady Berniege in a little while."

"Here, you clean up in the box!

Thanks to Lucia, I understood the importance of chest pads.

But it's a bit of a hurdle to exchange opinions with the Bernies on the feel.

The three of us hurried to start cleaning up.

It should be noted that for some time now, outside the room, there was Jonas besides the escort knight.

I pulled a wagon with confectionery and tea to get a break before Bernige arrived.

"Dear Jonas, what's wrong?

The escort knight tilts his neck to Jonas, who taps the wagon into the hallway next to him.

"... because now you seem to be excited about the Magic Instrument relationship"

"Is that what happened? But if it's about the magic guide, why don't you join us in the conversation, Mr. Jonas?

The only thing that sounds like an escort knight is the slightest sound of laughter.

But every word of them was clearly heard by Jonas, the demon of the Fire Dragon.

"No. An academic exchange of views, including expert medical care - this is a story about an area I shouldn't be in"

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