Chapter 223

Chapter 12 | The Assassin Makes Beautiful Raiments The work wasn’t too challenging once the loom was built. I wasn’t sure building the device for a pair of garments was worthwhile, but it proved to be the right call. The two finished products were a little larger than necessary because Dia and Tarte were still growing. It wasn’t too necessary for Dia, but Tarte’s chest could get even larger, hard as that was to believe. I wanted to make extra camisoles if possible, but little of the Puppeteer demon’s thread remained. There wasn’t enough to spare, considering what I wanted to craft next. “This is crazy. It’s totally see-through,” Dia remarked. “…Wearing this is going to take a lot of courage,” Tarte said. They both blushed as they inspected the finished camisoles. “The demon’s threads are nearly invisible, probably because they needed to catch people off guard… Weaving it together resulted in transparent fabric.” Transparent thread was an incredible material. See-through camisoles existed in my old world, of course, but they were created with thin thread and weaving that left many gaps. The material itself wasn’t see-through. A genuinely transparent item of clothing, one created with no spaces, could function as defensive equipment. Such a thing was unthinkable in my old world, though. Dia put a hand to her chin. “Can you color these? That would make them even nicer.” “I tried to dye them because I was worried about the transparency, too, but the color wouldn’t stick,” I answered. I applied a red dye to one of the camisoles to demonstrate, and it slid right off. I’d attempted several methods to color the garments, including soaking them in paint and baking the paint into them, but all ended in failure. “Huh. Well, guess it’s not possible. We’ll be wearing them under our clothes, so it doesn’t really matter,” Dia said. “Um, that’s fine for me, but in your case…” Tarte trailed off. Dia’s ears turned red. “Don’t say that in front of Lugh!” “S-sorry.” I had an idea of what this was about. Camisoles were supposed to be worn above underwear. Tarte had a developed chest and needed to wear a bra, but Dia could get by with just a camisole. Wearing a transparent camisole over her bare skin wasn’t going to work, however. “How about this? I’ll use my Natural You connections to find you some small and cute underwear,” I suggested. Dia had a chest. It was growing little by little, and she’d probably reach a B cup before long. She didn’t need a bra, but I thought it’d be better for her to have one. I’d have Maha choose something soft and comfortable to wear. “Mind your own business. I have bras, for your information! I just don’t use them ’cause they’re a pain. It’s much easier to wear a camisole.” Dia could be surprisingly lazy when it came to anything other than magic. She could play the perfect noble lady in public settings with exquisite etiquette that befitted her birth, but she took it easy in her private life wherever she could. It was just like her to wear a thick camisole over her bare skin. “I know you do, but the fabric is low quality, and they don’t fit you right… And uh, I don’t think you’ve noticed, but you are growing. You should take this chance to buy something nice.” “Wait, really?! Wow…” I broached the topic nervously because of its delicate nature, but Dia shamelessly rubbed her chest in front of us. “I think they have grown… I’d given up hope! Yep, you can buy me underwear, Lugh. I’ll tell you my size later.” “You amaze me, Lady Dia…” Tarte’s praise was likely meant for Dia’s boldness, not the increase in her chest size. “You got it,” I responded. Viekones grew and aged slowly. That’s why my mom still looked young despite being in her late thirties, and Dia came from the same bloodline. She was turning seventeen soon, but her physical age was fourteen or fifteen. There was a chance she would keep growing. “Also…,” Dia began. “What is it?” “Remember those fake boobs we used for my disguise? I want those, too!” “Don’t even think about it. Once you start exaggerating your appearance like that, you’ll never be able to stop.” “I don’t like the sound of that, but…” Dia was asking for a padded bra. I made one for her as part of a disguise when we sneaked into a party in the royal capital. I had a collection of tools for altering appearance, and I was able to make the large chest look perfectly natural on her. I was sure she could use it to fool everyone into thinking her breasts were large. The problem was that she couldn’t just claim her bust shrank one day. There were two choices: wear the fake chest for the rest of her life or admit to using padding. It was a curse.