The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

93 – Devils wear nice clothes (3)

“Nigel. Fashion in this town… . I heard that you have a lot of interest in it.”

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Nigel nodded, puzzled. As Kiberes said, she was interested in fashion. In fact, she was passionate about fashion as much as it would be rude to say that she has a lot of interest.

“Yes. Well, my father is a draper merchant.”

Her father was a draper, and her mother was a designer who once worked at a popular clothing store in the capital. Nigel was more interested in clothes than anyone else, having inherited the blood of his father who was good at fabrics and his mother who still made costumes as a hobby.

Kayberes said with a smile.

“Know. It was recommended by your father and mother.”

“Yes? Uh, to your mother?”

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Nigel’s eyes widened when he heard that his mother had recommended it. It was because Nigel’s mother was a pretty strict designer, and she always criticized Nigel. For Nigel’s mother, who often made dresses for capital socialites, Nigel’s practical and simple designs were incomprehensible and unattractive.

Kiberes said with a puzzled expression.

“Actually, I was going to ask your mother first… … . He recommended a dress. Obviously, this is a battlefield, and if not the front line, it is close to the front area. I can’t go out wearing a dress in the name of welcoming a warrior’s party.”

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Nigel nodded at her words. Although still young, she could understand Kibereth’s intentions. Nigel asked.

“Then, that… … . Instead of my mother… … . Are you doing it?”

Kayberes narrowed his brows at her words and shook his head. Then he took out a booklet from the drawer and continued.

“Replacement is not an appropriate expression. Because you are the only one who can meet my requirements. instead of you He is the only designer who can grant my request.”

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Nigel smiled brightly at that. She rocked the chair with an already eager face. Seeing the chair rocking like a toy wooden horse, Kiberes put on a happy expression.

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Nigel, who was so excited that he wondered if he was tap dancing, made eye contact with Kiberes and cleared his throat in embarrassment. Then he blinked and asked.

“Well, what should I do first?”

Kayberes said, shaking his head.

“Since I switched from the Demon King’s Army, I haven’t taken care of my personal items, so I don’t have any private clothes. Not even military conquest. While the hero is coming this time, I want to prepare some neat clothes to wear in some formal place.”

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Nigel took a notebook out of his pocket and wrote down what she said.

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Neat clothes that can be worn in formal places.

Then she bit the tip of the pen with her mouth and fell into thought.

She refused to wear a dress, so what she wants is something that gives off a sense of calm and neatness, like a military uniform. So, wouldn’t it be better to make it with a design and color combination similar to the military uniform? Since Cabares has a strict and edgy feel, I was sure that wearing such clothes would have a unique charm.

Kiberes asked when he saw that Nigel had stopped the pen.

“Did you write everything down?”

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Nigel, thinking over and over again, nodded a beat later. Kayberes hesitated and continued.

“And a little… … . I wish I could feel pretty. That… … . It’s not too flashy and pretty, but it’s a feeling that appeals to my charm.”

“uh… … .”

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Nigel was surprised inwardly by the familiar exclamation that came out of his mouth. This is how my mother used to react when she met a customer who placed a difficult order. Those customers were people who insisted on making clothes using strange fashion terms they had picked up, or asking for fancy decorations that didn’t fit the size that didn’t fit, and made them conflict between work ethic and money.

To Nigel, Cabareth’s Order Now sounded a bit like them.

“Because I am a soldier, I want to give a neat and calm feeling. However, although there is a military-like rigor, it would be nice if there was a point where I could appeal my charms. But I don’t want it to be so obvious that people say, ‘I made it up today’.”

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Nigel rolled his eyes in thought. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that such an inconspicuous appeal point came from the purpose of wanting to look good to a specific person.

“That… … . Who do you want to appeal to? Warrior?”

Kiberes shook his head resolutely. And then the explanation continued.

“no. not a warrior That… … . married woman? likes… … . I like that… … .”

“Yes?”

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Nigel asked again, raising his voice, thinking he had heard it wrong. As if it was only then that Kayberes felt sorry for him, he cleared his throat and changed his words.

“No, there is nothing I can’t say in front of a child. So. mature charm. I want to make clothes that give a mature charm point.”

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Nigel wrote again. Seeing that it was written as a mature charm, Kiberes added.

“Not to be seen.”

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Nigel wanted to think about it while tearing his hair out, but he held it in considering that he was in front of a high-ranking person. After thinking for a while, she asked Kiberes.

“By the way, what kind of person is it that Commander likes you so much?”

“He’s a very caring, wonderful person.”

I couldn’t imagine what kind of person a caring person who likes married women is.

It was because a caring human being usually wouldn’t touch other people’s women.

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Nigel could be sure that the person Cabares liked would be a typical flirt and flirt, and that such a person would somehow find a point of attraction and praise him even if he put a burlap sack on him.

In other words, it was just a matter of putting on a simple, strict uniform. The charm to praise anyway, because he will take care of it.

Kayberes asked with a worried expression.

“That… . Is it too difficult?”

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Nigel jotted down a few more letters in his notebook and smiled brightly.

“no! I think I can!”

A cool, stern look. The original version is good anyway, so just emphasizing it would make it attractive enough.

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Nigel thought so and got out of the command room.

*****

The older woman asked for a cigarette. After today’s sewing was over, rest came to old age. A plump woman who stretches out and says that she has worked hard, and another woman who is still obsessed with meeting Kiberes a little while ago.

A bit younger than the older woman, she grumbled.

“You are the commander. this is it We work so hard, how can you say that? uh? I’ll control what we say, is this?”

The older woman let out smoke. The sunset set and the figures of the soldiers were clearly visible. How many burdens are on those shoulders with their backs to the village? The older woman knew that there were more than 500 private houses in the village near this headquarters alone.

“sister. Just show me what you saw. If you don’t apologize tomorrow, neither will we… … .”

“We too. what?”

Let the older woman respond coldly. The woman blinked and spoke in a creeping voice.

“No, what… … . Just leave this to others… . Called… .”

“Did you come here to build up your pride?”

The woman lowered her head. The older woman smoked again and sighed.

“If you don’t want to, get out. Am I doing this to please that bitch? I do it because the kids are pitiful. look over there.”

The older woman pointed to the post with her hand holding a cigarette. There were soldiers who shrank and spewed out white steam due to the rapid drop in temperature from the time the sun went down. He smoked again and continued.

“How pitiful. We’re going in after work, but we’re standing like that, saying it’s a long day. If I had been in good shape, I would have stood in his place.”

“Unnie, to say that, you have to quit smoking first… … .”

said the woman in a hoarse voice. The older woman smiled and raised the corner of her mouth at those words, then moved her gaze to the command center. After taking a quick look at Nigel’s spirited run, he hardened his expression again and lit a cigarette on the window sill.

As if the same action had been repeated several times, the window frame was full of black marks.

“I wonder how I would have lived without this.”

The cold cigarette exhaled the smoke that had been captured and turned black. The older woman threw the cigarette out the window and said.

“let’s go.”

“Yes. sister.”

She picked up her coat. The clothes were made by a skilled drapery shop in the village. The appearance of the hostess, who cheered for being a lady, made me smile even now when I think about it.

She smiled broadly again and turned her gaze toward the lighted clothes shop.

Watching Nigel sweat and make something, she muttered with a frown.

“Forcing a child to make clothes?”

Snapping his fingers as if there was a cigarette in vain.

“So you got dumped by a man.”