My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 40

When I returned to the guest room with the cloth I received from Ada, Dahlia, who had been waiting in the hallway, hurriedly ran over.

“Madam, carrying such a large item! Allow me to take care of it for you. Is there something wrong with this cloth?”

“I heard you talking earlier about checking the stock because silk is good for making dresses… I thought you might use this fabric.”

Calmly handing the cloth to Dahlia, I explain it like that.

Dahlia, after hearing the story, said while staring intently at the cloth.

“Indeed, the texture of this fabric is very similar to silk. I’m a novice when it comes to tailoring, so shall we ask the craftsmen?”

“Yes!”

When we entered the guest room, the tailors had lightly packed their things and were waiting for me.

The meeting has wrapped up, and since we’ve decided on the design direction, I should be heading back to the store soon. I’m sorry for making you wait.

“I’m sorry for making you wait.”

“No, no, not at all. What seems to be the problem?”

“Actually, I heard earlier that silk is good for materials, so I thought you might like to use this fabric.”

When I said that, Dahlia quickly stepped forward and spread the cloth.

The tailors leaned in closely to the fabric, looking intrigued.

“Oh, this is ‘Hamilton Silk,’ isn’t it?”

“Hamilton Silk?”

“I apologize for the misunderstanding. We just call it that, but it’s not the official name. After all, this fabric hardly ever makes it to the market… Would you mind if I let you touch it a little?”

“Of course, my dear.”

When I said that, the three tailors began examining the fabric with serious expressions. They were touching the fabric and holding it up to the light while discussing something.

“This is the highest quality Hamilton silk we’ve ever seen! The weaver’s skill is also quite impressive. Where on earth did you get this fabric, ma’am?”

“A friend of mine… the daughter of a merchant, received some fabric woven by a local lady. That daughter brought it to me, saying, ‘This fabric is so wonderful, I really want to spread it more.'”

“I see! If that happens, it would be extremely beneficial for us as well.”

According to the tailors, it seems that among the tailoring requests, there are many where customers bring in their own materials and say, “I want you to use this fabric,” but they have noticed that sometimes very high-quality fabrics are mixed in.

And then, it was discovered that the texture of the fabric closely resembles silk and that it is traditionally woven in this territory, so it gradually came to be called “Hamilton Silk” among the tailors.

“Most of the time, I get requests like ‘I want to make clothes with the fabric I wove myself’ or ‘I want to make clothes for my daughter or grandchild.’ I’ve tried asking a few times if I could sell the fabric commercially, but I’ve been turned down…”

The tailors who give a wry smile with a sense of regret.

“Please tell that young lady that we really hope she does her best. We would be very grateful if Hamilton Silk were to be available on the market!”

“Well, is that so? I’m so happy to hear that from a professional. …So, what do you think? Do you think it could be used as a dress material?”

When I asked that, the tailor hurriedly bowed deeply.

“Oh! I apologize for that. Of course. I usually make everyday clothes out of Hamilton silk… and while that’s certainly wonderful, I’ve always wanted to try my hand at making a dress with it. Being given this opportunity is a dream come true for a craftsman.”

The tailor, speaking cheerfully with a hint of excitement, must really love making clothes.

The three of them, with shining eyes, said things like “Let’s go back to the store and continue the discussion right away” and “I want to get started on the work quickly” as they headed back.

“It looks like it’s going to be a wonderful dress, ma’am.”

“Yeah, somehow I’m starting to feel a bit excited too! Please take care of the dress, Dahlia.”

“Of course, madam. …….. (We’ll show those who dare to embarrass our madam a thing or two.)”

Huh? Did Dahlia say something at the end? I couldn’t hear it because it was in a low voice…

Before I knew it, it was already completely dark outside.

How long this day has been…

The whirlwind of events is making my head spin, but before that, my stomach growled.

“Dahlia, I’m hungry.”

“At this hour, of course. Today, since the Count has returned and the baker has been so enthusiastic, I’m sure there will be an amazing feast!”

A feast! Wow, I can’t wait!

As I was heading to the dining hall with such enthusiasm that I felt like I might skip, I happened to run into my husband who had just come out of his office.

“Are you having a meal now too, sir?”

“Ah, it’s been a while since I’ve had dinner with Anna.”

Somehow, my husband seems to be in a good mood today.

The reason it feels a bit different from when I was in the royal capital is probably because I’ve returned to my territory, right?

For your husband, the territory might be like a hometown!

That day’s dinner was as extravagant as Dahlia had expected.

Since the servants would never sit at the table with me, I have actually been eating alone ever since I came to the territory.

Even if they serve us, it’s still different from sitting around the table together.

Today, since my husband is here, I was a bit happy to have a table that wasn’t empty for the first time in a while.

My husband still has that perpetual scowl on his face.

But, their way of speaking felt a bit softer.