What the girl had in her hands was a beautiful cloth that was glossy in the distance - Sabaran.

I sew together that luxury cloth so much that I can buy ten carriages in one piece, using so many different kinds at no cost.

Moreover, the fabric, which divided the largest area of the hem, was even embroidered with the Marquis apple pattern.

It's just one, and so beautiful and expensive, handmade shawl in the world that you can sigh on.

The price of the fabric alone, three gold coins - no, if you include the brilliance of the embroidery, the beauty of the shades, and even the rarity, you can no longer even price it.

"Well......!

Even Emilia, who is used to seeing luxury goods as the Marquis, has not been able to carry on the word for a while.

When she caressed the shawl inadvertently, she eventually moistened her eyes and asked the girl.

"Is this really you...?

"Yes, I'm sorry, the hem of the lining, one of the ends, a little yarn, it stuck out"

"What can I say, it's not strange to be called a needlework with a palace. It's called a gradient woven by a cloth of different colors, it's called a delicate embroidery... really, what a wonderful..."

That taste and talent just give me a sigh of relief.

Well, I saw Emilia stroking the shawl, and Leo was stroking her chest down again.

(Ha. In the meantime, if Emilia liked it, I'm glad)

Even though I told you so, when Adeira offered me the goldsmith who was going to come out, Leo also thought a little "yabe".

No matter how much younger you are, a zero-yen shawl with one, super fine gem, and one or extra cloth is just not a good match.

(Birthday presents - and because I stick to zero cost because of my habits - nah, me)

Hannah, the director of the orphanage, asked the Leos to celebrate it when her birthday came.

Even so, what she asked for was neither goods nor hardware. Finally, it wasn't a feeling or a smile - the order was, "In the year since your birthday last year, show off the skills you've built."

In other words, Hannah's birthday party was the regular orphanage results presentation.

For example, Anne, who is good at painting, had her sketch painted every year, and Bruno, who excels in martial arts, often performed martial arts.

And the broad, shallow type of Leo has continued to show his skill in making flower arrangements with wild grass in one year, collecting unwanted ingredients and making cakes in another year, anyway, "at zero cost, you can rub a gift that looks like it".

And because after one incident with Gaephardt, for some reason, the prince sent me a ton of dresses "on the sign of apology" - and I also helped that he recently told the orphanage "I don't need any more dresses" - Leo tried ripping it open and shawling it for the first time.

There were color variations, so I stitched them all together and finished them into a bit of a colorful dish, which is why.

(Ma, it feels good, but it's a shawl. Replace it with the market price... maybe three copper coins. Wow, it's the difference between Adeira and the cloud mud. Sorry, Lady Emilia)

Leo didn't know the value of Sabaran.

Well anyway, grandchild correction or Emilia would be happy to do it, and then the child correction or the people around her would be like, "Wow! It feels like," so Leo decided to do it first.

It was Adeira who was not good at all.

(hey... what the...)

She watched the sight in front of her, stunned.

(What do you mean...! Why would a student, a child growing up in Lower Town, prepare such a stunning product?

For example, the cloth.

It's a move that even Adeira can't do without as much financial strength as the royal family, such as letting Sabaran, who only has a few clothes, use them at all costs, and nearly ten.

And its embroidery.

While the design itself is excellent, when it comes to its delicacy, it's like a veteran needle - a very unstitchable substitute if not a person who has done needlework every day, for years.

She said she was in Lower Town all the time, but how elegant she was to use gold over those nobles, and besides, let her master enough skill to stake out with a needle with a palace?

(This is... Claudia's blood business (on purpose)...!?

Ever since I've been married, I've been compared to myself all the time, making me a tragic lady and a rose in the social world, Claudia.

I've been telling myself that I'm only beautifying the dead at times, but I can't believe this much.

(Oh my... to this child... to Lady Claudia... you say you are no match...?

I'm going to show you the difference between a born aristocrat and an orphan, but on the contrary, they show me the overwhelming difference, and Adeira's whole body trembles.

When she heard the girl say, "This is the only thing I can prepare, and I'm sorry," one looked bad, Adeira nearly fell.

"No, I can't believe this is happening. Adeira's is stunning, too, but I was surprised by your gift. Wonderful, beautiful shawl."

I don't even know Adeira's mind, and my husband relaxes on the side to divulge that sentiment.

and there Emilia,

"Well, repute it like any other HR. It would be rude to compare the products in public, leaving everything to my wife, from the selection of presents from the hosting of my real mother's birthday party."

With a graceful frown, he pointed that out.

In the first place, she didn't feel too happy that her eldest son, whose weak side stood out, was just vacating the mansion on the pretext of a job she didn't really understand.

"More or less, I don't even have to stay home until this is the time. I don't know what kind of big 'job' you're doing..."

"Fair enough, Emilia. All right. It doesn't pinch a man's mouth in his work."

Klaus stroked his beard,

"Besides, it's your birthday. Would it be more fitting to laugh, not a novel, to adorn that beautiful, year-round mouthpiece?

Rarely exclaimed in praise of his wife, Emilia "remained, well..." she blushed slightly and weakened her narrative. They are a good couple.

"Yeah, well, isn't that what I'm like a jellyfish started just now? And look, if you don't have a gift from me..."

There, Dietrich, who carries on the words well, puns his hand on Adeira's shoulder, which is solidified beside him.

"Instead, how about Adeira perform a song?

As usual, it's a man-made attitude, but Emilia sparked her eyes "well" at the statement.

"That would be nice. I haven't heard Adeira's song in a long time."

"Dear Adeira, are you good at songs, songs?

The girl tilts her neck as the scene begins to flourish. Dietrich nodded calmly,

"Oh, Adeira is a charming singing princess who never let go of my heart."

I promised to smile.

Yes, the pastime that Adeira was showing at her brother's birthday party was a chant.

"chanting... singing princess...!?

The girl's eyes glistened as she listened.

For some reason she seemed to remember those words with unusual eating.

"Dear Adeira, are you a singing princess!? Wow! Fantastic! I, too, would love to hear it!

With a gaze that includes strong emotions, Adeira returns to me all the time.

Moist eyes, red smooth cheeks, small hands held together so that you can't hide your excitement. Even Adeira, who is of the same sex and neglects to talk about the girl, is pathetic, like she thinks she's adorable for a moment.

but Adeira shook her head as she shrugged and instantly shook off that unselfish thought, instead straining the poisonous thoughts that she had become completely familiar with over the past few years into her mind.

(Hmm, this is also a performance. This is how I praise people and make them think, "I'll admit my step-aunt who can't even prepare a big present, sweet girl")

In fact, Emilia, her husband, and her servants are watching over the girl who favors Adeira without any obsession.

No longer was the center of this occasion, aside from even Emilia, a girl.

(Is this a situation you will ever forgive......!

Adeira grips her fist under the table.

Initially, the plan was to delay the girl and finally humiliate her as to whether she could not even make all sorts of presents.

But so far, the girl has just gotten through all of Adeira's plans, and on the contrary, she seems to be leveraging them to boost her appreciation. This is crazy.

Adeira was no longer filled with the desire to even forget her initial purpose of getting Kai back and reward the girl with one arrow anyway.

(Yes, you have this Ultimate Weapon called Song...!

It's a proud singing voice that once brought good fortune into itself, where marriage was also desperate.

The more voices roll out of this rich physique, the more temperamental it is, the more windowsill it cracks.

(As a lady's hobby, I have also taken a vocalogy class. I've heard all sorts of songs and honed my talents, both hard and now east-west. Exactly this, this kid can't be the enemy!

Adeira bit her teeth instead of taking far-fetched methods such as shaming her with a gift showdown, but rather should have held up the battle with a song from the beginning.

That's right.

Convinced of her own advantage, Adeira no longer considered herself singing and finishing, etc., raw and warm.

In order to overwhelm the girl, we need to drag her into the same mound.

That's why Adeira decided so in a few moments to let the girl sing and then perform herself the perfect song and show her the decisive difference.

Slightly, she opened her dark-colored red red lips.

"- I see. That's all, if you say so. I'll sing."

"Wah! Yay!

"Though"

So Adeira looked at the innocently delighted girl and told her in a cat's voice.

"Oh, I miss you so much. Leonora, you have to sing too."

"Well! That's a good idea, Adela!

"... Huh?

Back to back with Emilia, who shines her eyes and joins hands, the girl is making her face stretch. This would be proof that even a girl who is just fine is not very good at singing.

Adeira raised a gutsy pose on the inside, only to sneer after the girl on the surface.

"It's my mother-in-law's birthday. From my daughter and grandson, let's call it a song present, shall we? It's okay, Leonora. Because I'm sure your mother-in-law would love any song."

No matter what song you say, the truth is, girls don't have a choice.

Songs you can hear in Lower Town, or at best, a masculine love song for men and women. And all you can learn in college is a tough hymn at best.

If we were to sing the former in front of Emilia, it would be a song, and in the latter, it would be too much to be sung, and it would not be worth the pleasure.

(hehe...... come on, how do we get out?

When this happens, all you can sing to a child who has never had a musical education either is a number of songs or a stray song at best - in any case, nothing short of a lyric written by an astute poet, scheduled by Adeira.

"No, you know, I, uh, sing a little..."

"Well! Don't say that. I'd love to hear you sing, too. What a great day to get a song gift for your birthday from your granddaughter"

"Yeah, yeah. I think so, too."

Emilia innocently pushes to stop resigning with her cramped face. Adeira relentlessly attached to it.

"I'm sure it'll be the best gift ever, beyond that shawl."

Even hurdles come to mind.

Then what did the girl think,

"... better than a shawl, good, gift..."

Po groaned softly and often got a contemplative look.

Eventually, when she raised her face, those purple eyes had some ready look on them.

"- Okay. If that's the case, I'll sing."

I say so in a thoughtful voice.

It was the moment when the purpose of the venue changed from "Celebrating Emilia's Birthday" to "Leonora vs. Adeira's Singing Ma'am Championship".

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