Lucia and the Loom: Weaving Her Way to Happiness Volume 3 [Parts 1 to 10] by Hisaya Amagishi

Author:Hisaya Amagishi
Language: eng
Format: epub

While Lucia was getting set up in the workroom, several people walked through the door.

“My, it’s been a while.”

“Good morning. We’ve been called here to earn some pocket money.”

There was an elderly man with a cane, an elderly lady with white hair, and an older gentleman with a monocle—most of the helpers Zilo had summoned here were older people who seemed to have retired from the front lines.

Forto immediately walked over and greeted them politely. “Thank you all for coming to help during this busy time.”

For a moment, Lucia wondered if they were all members of the nobility. However, after listening to their conversation, Lucia realized they had all previously worked as stitchers for the Tailors’ Guild.

“Don’t you worry yourself, Mr. Forto. All I do with my days is watch over my grandchildren. What’s important now is making sure the Tailors’ Guild doesn’t lose in a battle of fabrics.”

“I still regret what happened with those raincoats. I couldn’t back down from this.”

“Yes, exactly. If we don’t come out the victors this time around, Mr. Tino will lament terribly.”

“Mr. Tino is normally hard to read, but when he’s depressed, he stays that way for a surprisingly long time.”

“Is that right...?”

As the elderly stitchers expressed their readiness to help, their conversation veered toward Tiziano, the former guildmaster of the Tailors’. Not even Forto could form a response. Lucia decided to keep her thoughts to herself as well.

“Mr. Forto, have you gotten the hang of threading six strands yet?”

“Yes, I believe I have,” Forto replied after a beat.

“Let me take a look when you’re done, please.”

Forto smiled a bit stiffly in response to the monocled man’s request to check his technique. However, Forto wasn’t helping out with the embroidery today. Instead, he would be procuring materials for the heated tables. He left the workroom with an air of reluctance.

“Now then, shall we begin?”

The cover for the heated low table—a beautiful special-grade double-weave dark blue monster silk—was spread out on top of two workbenches pushed together. The stitchers on shift began to take their seats in the chairs around the workbenches.

“How easy it is, working in shifts. Back in our day, it was common to spend one or two nights at the guild working without any breaks when we received multiple orders of gowns for noblewomen.”

“Those were the days, eh? I remember having to bathe in the room used for washing fabrics in the summer.”

“I remember—coffee and breadsticks were all we had from morning to night.”

The spectacled veterans commiserated over old times as they gathered around a corner of the cover. Once the other stitchers started to take their seats, Lucia sat down too.

The amiable atmosphere ended there. Everyone donned thimbles to protect their fingers from needle pricks. Almost everyone had a silver or gold thimble. Lucia herself slipped a silver thimble onto the finger of her left hand. Some people held embroidery hoops firmly in their hands and placed them on the fabric to keep it taut. Once everyone threaded their mythril needles with gold or silver thread, a hush fell around them.

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