Chapter 28
Hansel’s blue eyes burned fiercely.
From as far back as she could remember, Hansel had worn custom-made outfits tailored by her family’s exclusive designer.
Every year, she donned only the most fashionable, cutting-edge dresses.
Orc leather? Absolutely unacceptable.
Caught off guard by her intense reaction, he stayed silent for a moment, simply looking down at her.
Eventually, the roll of orc leather retracted with a soft whir.
“Then what do you want?”
Hansel let out a long sigh of relief. Clutching his sleeve tightly as if it were the only thing stopping the creation of an orc leather dress, she rattled off her preferences in a rush.
“Wine red! It’s winter, so warm colors are best. Wine red, mustard, light gray, camel—those kinds of tones. But the base has to be cream-colored.”
The dress should be suede, the earmuffs angora. I don’t want anything too thick, so it should have a strap under the chin and a winter enchantment on the cape. Gloves should fit snugly around the wrists—not flared. For embroidery on the cuffs, gold cutwork thread would be nice, and for embellishments, simple pearl buttons would do…
Like a dam breaking, Hansel had spilled out her thoughts. Then she abruptly stopped.
“……”
He stood there silently, looking down at her.
The color drained from Hansel’s face.
Worried that he might pull out some bizarre monster hide again, she had gone into detail—but perhaps too much detail.
No matter how precisely she described her preferences, there was no way this ignorant man would understand.
And hadn’t she claimed to have no memory? What was she doing, rattling off specifics like this?
His continued silence and steady gaze made cold sweat bead along her spine. What excuse could she make now…?
“Well, uh… I guess that’s the kind of thing I liked? I mean…”
“……”
“When I look at fabrics, it jogs my memory. Maybe that’s how remembering things works? Like memory association or something…”
“Like when you sucked my c**k and remembered another man’s?”
That was a lie.
But if she denied it now, there would be no escaping the current situation. Hansel swallowed hard, forcing herself to agree.
“It’s… kind of the same principle, I guess. If you look at it that way…”
“……”
The dryness in her mouth intensified as she nervously awaited his response.
He said nothing. Instead, he turned his head away from her.
His jaw tightened slightly—he seemed irritated. It was either because he found her suspicious or disliked the idea of her regaining her memory.
Before his mood could sour further, Hansel hurriedly searched for a way to change the subject.
A soft whir filled the room, followed by the sound of fabric unraveling.
“Huh…?”
Suddenly, an incredible sight unfolded.
It was a wave of colors.
The fabrics in the shades Hansel had mentioned unraveled simultaneously, creating a colorful display.
The flowing rolls of fabric in midair looked like waves, shimmering with gold and silver threads that made it feel like a fairytale ocean.
He stood in front of the iridescent waves, but his red eyes were fixed solely on Hansel, who stared back at him in shock.
“Anything else you like or don’t like?”
Hansel hesitated, glancing at him uncertainly.
Had he dropped the topic of her memory? Or was he waiting to see her reaction?
His face showed no signs of probing further.
Relaxing a little, Hansel stole a glance at the fluttering fabrics.
“Nothing comes to mind right now…”
“Then tell me the dress design.”
He admitted that he didn’t know what made women’s clothing beautiful. The fact that he had accurately chosen colors and fabrics was already impressive.
Convinced that he had completely lost interest in her supposed memory, Hansel finally relaxed her shoulders and gave him a small nod.
“But first, can I have something to wear? I don’t want to stay naked while you’re working on this.”
“Okay.”
He helped Hansel back into her tunic.
Once dressed, she began describing the dress design in detail.
Scissors floated out of the toolbox, cutting the fabric. Without the use of a mannequin, the fabric began to take shape midair, as if being magically sculpted.
It was an amazing sight.
Hansel had had plenty of dresses tailored before, but as she wasn’t a designer, her descriptions weren’t always precise.
Yet he seemed to understand her perfectly, piecing everything together as if he were reading her mind.
Layer by layer, the undergarments and dress came together.
Hansel, now sitting in a chair, swung her feet back and forth as she watched the process in fascination.
While she was absorbed in watching the magical tailoring, he used magic to summon a cup of milk tea and placed it in her hands.
Hansel took a sip and was satisfied with the taste.
As she continued sipping, he brought a meringue cookie and popped it into her mouth.
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