How About a Refill? ~The Elegant Tea Party of the Grand Witches~

"Still, it's too interesting to wake up sleepy in the magic team! Is that it? This embroidered thread is... maybe it's not the Black Dragon's beard!? What? All lies!?

Valeria sees as if she's found something, eating Eleonora's robe.

"Besides, the black stones that are sewn around here are not gems, not black magic stones! And incredible purity! Ellie, what's wrong with this?

"Oh, that's it. Actually, Black Dragon appeared in the valley recently. It wasn't a cycle yet, so it was a young individual, but when I went out to King's Landing, it was troublesome, so I cleaned it out. At that time, I got a lot of it, so I used it effectively."

Black Dragon is a magical beast that appears in the greatest valley from the demonic realm in about a 200-year cycle. It is characterized by a long beard that contains a lot of magic elements in its long body like a snake. Those who boil the body fluids and condense and consolidate the magic elements are called black magic stones. Those without magic can use simple magic, and those with magic have the effect of suppressing the magic that they consume. The beard is also dry.

I don't know why it's a 200-year cycle, but one story says that individuals who have reached the end of their lives appear in the valley in search of a place to die.

"The Magic Team of Sleepiness Awakening, created with Black Dragon Beard and Black Magic Stone!" What a waste of luxury!

"Oh, but the Black Dragon was last seen about 90 years ago, right? I'm sure it's still early. I'm also curious to say that you're still a young individual."

"Ah, until now, even if there was a slight shift, it was about a decade or so ago. Besides, he's always old."

"Hmm. Looks like we need to check something out."

Somewhat out of fashion discourse, Miriam was a little relieved, but when Pocahontas talked about something that seemed difficult, Beatrice noticed it and quickly returned to the subject.

"Well, Miri is here, so let's investigate this story again. By the way, it's interesting to say," I dare to form a magic team with simple effects with luxurious materials in vain. "Maybe I'll try something too."

"I want to do it too! I mean, this embroidery of Ellie is really amazing, but which workshop did you hire?

"I was worried about that too! I was thinking of getting a new robe. I want you to introduce me! There's no one in the royal palace with such an arm ~"

Miriam's thoughts on a strange embroidery workshop made Eleonora gently close her robe in a slight light, saying that it would be hard for two or three of these big witches to push her.

"... I stabbed him."

Eleonora whispered softly. My face is facing you, so it seems to be illuminated.

However, they were all astonished at the little murmur. This embroidery has been thoroughly embroidered to activate as a Magic Faction!

"You're kidding! Ellie, did you embroider it?

"Oh, this is my first time hearing this! I had no idea."

"I also embroider as a noble lady's hobby, but this is already craftsmanship!

The more you look at it, the more excitement you can hide in the wonderful embroidery. Miriam, who had been watching from the magical side of the drowsiness awakening, did not expect to join the conversation.

"After 800 years of acquaintance, there's something I don't know."

"Really. There's no connection between Ellie and needlework!

"I wasn't that good at it originally. Well, if you've been stabbing me for 800 years, I'll get better if I don't want to."

I see no craftsman has been polishing his arms for 800 years. However, Miriam was respectful that it was better to keep learning for 800 years at any rate.

"I've missed the conversation a lot. Yes, because the hem of Millie's dress is torn, I brought it here to fix it for you."

And then let's fix the plain colors and shapes too ~

That's a good idea. Hmm, what about the colour? What color does Millie like?

Surrounded by witches who apparently decided to modify Miriam's dress, Miriam gets nervous.

"I like the calm colour of this dress..."

(I'm sure the bright colour doesn't suit me... Because I'm not as beautiful as my mother or sister...)

"Ah. Rejected. Rejected. You know, it's a tea party at the royal palace, so please make yourself comfortable."

"That's right. Young and clear, I think a bright color would suit you better.

"That's not true! Because, because, I am! It's not beautiful... just me, it's not beautiful..."

Tears filling Miriam's cheeks from the corner of her eyes.

Grasp the hem of the dress with a squeeze.