A New Dress and Rodenlight's Announcement
As soon as Princess Rodenlight arrived, I was promptly asked to begin working on her dress.
The gown was to be crafted with Frost Spider Silk for the outer layer and Ogre Spider Silk for the lining, a special design.
Since it would be worn when stepping out from the caravan, it didn’t need to be overly extravagant.
However, I was instructed to reflect her status as the Third Princess, so I planned to accent the edges of the dress with threads from the Frost Spider's web.
The color specification was "spring-like," so I thought I’d go with a cherry blossom pink.
I considered a sky-blue shade, but that felt more fitting for summer.
Isn’t this a typical Japanese sense of seasonal color?
As for the dress-making itself, I already had a sample dress and the measurements, so it was straightforward to proceed.
The dress would be an afternoon gown, and I decided to add my own touch to the design by incorporating a detachable cape, secured at the neckline with a brooch.
Once I could envision the process and final look, the dress came together quickly—it was finished in just three days.
I worried they might think I rushed, but I’m ready to deliver it to Princess Rodenlight.
"Is it ready already?"
"Yes, I had the original design and a clear image to work with."
"Isn’t this a bit too fast?"
"When a design or garment is available, it’s possible to finish it this quickly, even for custom orders. Oh, speaking of which, about the Frost Spider Silk dress you ordered—what would you like to do?"
"Ah, that. Considering the current state of the country, I wouldn’t ask you to make it now. But I won’t cancel the request either, so you can refuse unnecessary commissions more easily if needed."
Ah, so that’s why there hasn’t been a cancellation.
It seems strange that nobles would order dresses during a crisis, but Marquis Vardmoi mentioned that, in situations like this, dressing well can sometimes serve as a statement of resilience, especially for international appearances.
I can’t fully understand that world, but I appreciate the option to accept or decline commissions.
The Marquis has promised to refer essential orders to me, so I’ll focus on running my shop.
Two weeks passed since the delivery of the dress, and at last, the main caravan arrived in Vardmoi.
Although Princess Rodenlight joined them, something seemed off about the caravan's condition.
They looked fatigued, with some of their equipment visibly soiled.
In any case, Princess Rodenlight and the head of the McFarlane family were going to give a speech, so I intended to attend as an ordinary citizen... but then Rumaja caught me and led me to the Adventurers' Guild seating.
According to Rumaja, the main caravan was indeed attacked.
The identity of the mastermind remains unknown, but it seems their target was Princess Rodenlight.
Fortunately, her double was protected by the McFarlane knights and was unharmed.
It appears that the enemy failed to accomplish their goal yet managed to cover their tracks.
The nobility must bear the burden of facing such dangers head-on.
At first, the townsfolk were uneasy at the unexpected arrival of the caravan, but upon hearing that Princess Rodenlight was going to make an announcement, they gathered at the Adventurers' Guild training grounds.
As the crowd grew, Princess Rodenlight stepped onto the podium, surrounded by knights to ensure her security.
What kind of announcement could she be here to make?
"Thank you all for gathering here. I am Rodenlight, the Third Princess. Today, I have come to Vardmoi to deliver an important announcement."
The crowd murmured with anticipation at her words.
The knights quieted them, allowing Princess Rodenlight to continue.
"I recently held talks with the southern lords and reached a decision that will shape the future of this country. That decision is—"
"Die, you venomous witch who corrupts the kingdom!"
Just as Princess Rodenlight was about to speak, a shout erupted from the crowd, and a dagger-like object hurtled toward her.
Oh no, she's in danger!
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