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Chapter 47 – Tailoring Problems Arise and New Business
There are more days when Aire and Cloche come home looking tired yet happy.
They leave early in the morning and return around sunset.
Though they are exhausted, they show no signs of injury. From what they say, it seems they are fighting in a relatively safe environment.
“I went to the Adventurers’ Guild for the first time.”
“I was surprised, considering you’ve lived as a mercenary and made a name for yourself as a gladiator.”
“I’ve never been either, but won’t you get into trouble?”
“Totally fine. I’m definitely stronger than them.”
Aire puffed out her chest as she said this.
Her ample breasts jiggled softly.
Her bustiness remained overwhelmingly violent.
Wataru’s eyes were drawn to them as he asked,
“Is that so?”
“It’s a town without particularly vicious monsters, you see. Skilled adventurers probably move on to places where they can earn more. From what I could tell, everyone there seemed weaker than me.”
“I see. Cloche, when you came to the capital, didn’t you work as an adventurer doing escort jobs?”
“That’s right! Come to think of it, how did you make a living, Onee-sama?”
“Now that you mention it, I’d heard about Cloche, but not Aire. What did you do before becoming a gladiator?”
“Huh? Thieves and bandits would come after me, so I’d fight back and take their money.”
Her matter-of-fact tone left Wataru and the others speechless.
Even Cloche, who looked up to her as a big sister, couldn’t defend her. She just gaped, unable to find words.
“W-well, It’s good that public safety has improved, right?”
“It’s certainly better than someone else becoming a victim.”
“Those people are hopeless at spotting their prey…”
Cloche muttered in exasperation. She was probably right.
Had they been blinded by the sight of a beautiful girl walking alone?
Sooner or later, they would have made a move on the wrong person and met their ruin.
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It’s a fully custom-made suit, tailored on Earth using fabric acquired in another world.
This plan has begun to encounter major obstacles.
Tailors typically use fabric they source themselves.
They provide reliable work based on their experience with materials they know well by selecting and tailoring with fabric they trust.
Some tailors accept customer-supplied fabric, so Wataru consulted with them. Ultimately, however, they refused as well.
“I never imagined the fabric would be so stiff that it would break the scissors…”
“The tailor was crying because their favorite scissors were ruined.”
“Ugh, I feel bad about that…”
Kevlar thread, used in bulletproof vests and called aramid fiber, requires super-hard alloy blades just to cut it.
Ordinary scissors become dull instantly because the fibers are too rigid.
The fabric Wataru prepared was an exceptionally tough piece, even for another world. Tailors refused to work with it, saying that it couldn’t be cut properly and that needles wouldn’t pierce it.
Sacrificing scissors or preparing multiple pairs might handle the cutting, but the problem is that needles won’t pierce it properly.
I was told that a sewing machine designed for jeans might be able to handle it.
“There’s a workshop in Italy that makes bulletproof suits. However, they cost three million yen, and I’m not sure if they accept custom fabric.”
“Th-that’s expensive…”
“Even so, wealthy individuals from various countries and leaders concerned about assassination attempts use them.”
“I’m also worried about language barriers. Maybe we should consult Buck-san instead?”
“That’s true. We could show him images of the item and ask him to make something similar.”
“But how do they cut the fabric in Mariel’s world?”
“I’m sorry. I left it up to them, so I don’t really know.”
Mariel bowed apologetically.
Wataru was only slightly curious, so he didn’t want to press the point.
Just as he was about to drop the subject, an unexpected voice chimed in.
“They might be using orichalcum or adamantite.”
“I think it’s an enchantment, though. Maybe ‘Hardening’ or ‘Wear Resistance’ enchantments?”
“True, it’s questionable whether they’d actually use orichalcum or adamantite for scissors or needles.”
“Right?”
As mercenaries who wielded weapons, Aire and Cloche had naturally accumulated knowledge on how to prolong the life of their cherished weapons.
Aire drew the beloved sword she always kept at her waist.
The “Great Ice Tiger,” a legendary blade that only the finest warriors of the Golden Tiger Clan were permitted to wield, was a fabled artifact bestowed by the gods long ago.
It was a sacred weapon imbued with numerous useful properties, including “Indestructibility” and “Enhanced Sharpness.”
It seemed to be made of an abundance of rare metals, such as orichalcum and adamantite.
Suddenly, Wataru voiced a thought.
“Could we actually sell blades from another world in Japan?”
“I’m not sure. Blades with enchantments and made from rare metals like orichalcum are incredibly high-end. The ordinary blades sold in Japanese households are actually higher quality. Selling them as one-of-a-kind items would likely mean no buyers and no profit.”
“I see. It probably wouldn’t be that easy. I can’t think of a buyer off the top of my head either.”
Selling metal worth millions of yen would likely require dealing with companies, not individuals.
In that case, it might be better to hire someone skilled in enchantment to enhance factory equipment, such as lathes, to ensure sales.
“Rather than that, Master, wouldn’t it be better to consider selling the ‘hot spring essence’ we acquired in Azure Stream Town?”
“Ah, you’re right…”
It’s the essence extracted from hot springs said to have been used by gods from another world.
The concentrated liquid, preserved in special pottery, is treated like a beauty serum. Claims that it erases wrinkles, sagging, and spots astonishingly well seem to be true.
Mariel and Aire, with their moist, supple skin, urged him to buy it with almost demonic intensity, so the effect must be real.
Although he thought he might not need it, Wataru kept his doubts to himself and decided to buy a large quantity.
He had held back on selling it until now, feeling that it wasn’t quite right for athletes.
Prompted by Mariel, Wataru nodded deeply in agreement.
“Actually, I already have someone in mind.”
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