Adel

[Main Story]
Chapter 1 - A Workshop Like A Battlefield
The royal family's trusted guild, Dream Weavers. They handle everything — clothes, food, stationery, perfumes, even fortune-telling.
A guild where top Meisters gather to create the finest items for the royal family.
These past few days, I’ve been visiting the workshops of the Dream Weavers Meisters.
It’s because the time has come to submit the regular report to the Guild Federation.
(The only one I haven’t collected the report from yet is Adel.)
With a slight feeling of worry, I visited the last workshop—
...
Adel: Can’t you tell just by looking? I’m super busy right now! Go practice your timing first, then come back—total newbie!!
MC: Y-Yes, sir!
(I knew it... I got scolded!)
I move to the wall so I don’t get in the way and wait for him to finish his work.
In the workshop, where beautiful fabrics were stacked and dress forms lined up, the assistants were working without a break.
Adel: Hey! You’re taking too long to cut the fabric. Are you trying to make me pull another all-nighter?
Assistant A: S-Sorry!
Assistant B: Adel, I finished the ironing! What should I do next–
Adel: Don’t ask me for instructions every time! I already explained the design for that dress in the morning meeting!
Assistant B: Y-Yes! Um, should I prepare the fabric for the hem drop?
Adel: If you understand, then hurry up! Don’t waste time!
Assistant B: Yes!!
Adel: After finishing this, next is the decoration for that jacket. You there, get the thread and beads ready!
Assistant C: Got it!
Even while giving rapid orders, Adel’s hands kept moving without stopping, carefully embroidering the cloak.
(Human hands can really move that fast…)
...
Adel: Alright, it’s finished. I’m counting on you to handle the delivery process.
Assistants: Yes! Good job, everyone!
(Finally, they’re going to listen to me! — Wait, huh?)
Adel: ......
Adel came toward me but walked right past and headed toward the door.

~Choices~
-Please wait! (☼)
-Where are you going? (☽) ✓
~Choices~

MC: Where are you going?
Adel: Obviously, I’m going to work. Don’t ask something so obvious.
MC: I’m sorry! But um, could you maybe spare just a little time for me…?
Adel: Enough already! How many times do I have to say I’m busy?
MC: I’m really sorry to bother you while you’re busy, but the only report left to be written is yours, Adel… The deadline is coming up soon, so… please, if you could spare just a little time…
When I desperately kept asking, Adel sighed and finally stopped walking.
Adel: You total newbie. I’ll let it slide just this once because you’re still inexperienced—so I’ll point it out for you. That’s your problem, not mine. Isn’t a Guild Keeper’s job to support the Meisters?
His sarcastic tone made me freeze up, unable to say anything.
Adel: Hmph, I don’t want to waste any more time. If you have something to say, talk to me in the carriage while we travel.
MC: Huh? You mean…
Without accepting any questions, Adel walked out of the workshop.(Does that mean I can do the interview?)
I couldn’t let this chance slip away, so I hurried after his back.

Chapter 2 - The Self-Important Tailor Who Respects Only Himself
Through the carriage window, I can see a sky full of stars and a soft band of light.
Adel and I rode in the carriage, crossing the Moon Road that stretched across the night sky.
MC: How far are we going?
Adel: To the land of illusions—Lotoria. I got a request from the prince—he wants me to make an outfit for a ceremony.
MC: An outfit for the prince…
Dream Weavers is a guild that only takes requests from royalty.
With the highest belief of “We are the ones who make the king truly a king,” each Meister has their own workshop.
I knew that all the outfits Adel had been making in the workshop earlier were ordered by royalty… but still.
(After all, they really are special people. I have to stay focused too.)
Adel: Well, whether we accept the request or not depends on hearing the details first.
Maybe it’s normal for Adel, because he said it like it was nothing while nibbling on a fried snack.
That very sweet smell made me blink without thinking.
(Fried snacks at such a late hour?)
MC: Umm, Adel—

~Choices~
-Do you like sweet things? (☼) ✓
-Do you like fried foods? (☽)
~Choices~

MC: Do you like sweets?
Adel: Huh? Why would you think that?
MC: Well… because you’re eating a really sweet-looking fried snack.
Adel: Oh, this? I just brought it because it happened to be at the workshop. Taste or preference doesn’t matter to me. What’s important is whether it quickly gives me calories. If I have time to eat, I’d rather spend even one more second working.
(I’d only ever seen him working, but… so this is why.)
Adel quickly finished the fried snack and then looked down at the papers I was holding.
Adel: So, have you finished writing the report now?
MC: Ah, yes! Thank you very much.
Adel: We’re about to arrive in Lotoria soon. You can either wait for me in the carriage, or come along—just as long as you don’t get in the way.

(I don’t know if I’ll get to see Adel accept a request like this again—)
MC: ...I promise. I won’t get in the way, so can I come with you?
Adel: Hmph. It’ll be a good experience for a total newbie like you.
...
The next day, when we arrived at the castle in Lotoria, we were taken straight to the reception room.
Prince Ralph of Lotoria, who requested the job, and his attendants greeted us with warm smiles.
Ralph: You came all this way… thank you for coming. It’s an honor to meet you, Adel, who is said to be deeply trusted by kings from many countries.
(He seems a bit modest, but he looks like a really kind person.)
Adel: ......
Adel ignored the words of praise and gave Prince Ralph a blunt, head-to-toe look—
Adel: An overly bulky jacket with ridiculously flashy colors. How sad. He’s wearing clothes to make up for his lack of confidence.
(Huh—What!?)
Attendants: !?
The sharp words that came out of his mouth made the attendants' faces change instantly.
MC: A-Adel...!!
The attendants stared at us with sharp looks, and I felt the blood drain from my face too.

Chapter 3 - The One Who Judges Royalty
Attendant A: How rude...!
Attendant B: Even if he is a Meister of Dream Weavers, he’s going too far with his words!
The attendants were clearly angry, and it felt like I couldn't even breathe…
Adel: ......
The one who said the rude words to Prince Ralph calmly brushed off the attendants without a care.
Adel: So noisy. You all are like poorly trained dogs.
Attendants: W-What did you say!!
Just as the attendants were about to confront Adel—
Ralph: Just like the rumors... you really do speak your mind clearly.
Prince Ralph raised one hand to stop the attendants and gave a wry smile.
Ralph: Indeed... What you say is true. I’ve always been shy, and even now, I don’t have much confidence in myself…
Adel: Lack of confidence, huh. If you’ve heard rumors about me, then you should already know. I only make clothes for people I approve of. Do you think I would make clothes for someone who openly says they lack confidence?
His arrogant words made me feel a little dizzy.
(...What if we get arrested for disrespect?)
I looked nervously at Prince Ralph, and the kind prince gave a troubled smile.
Ralph: I know about that too... Even among royalty, they say you’re only a true royal if you’re recognized by Adel of Dream Weavers.
Adel: Then why did you ask me?
Ralph: ...This ceremony will be the first time I manage everything alone. I know I can’t change suddenly. But... I want to move forward, even just a little. I felt that your clothes, Adel, could help push me forward.
Adel stared at Prince Ralph for a moment, as if observing him carefully—
Adel: ...I see. You have ambition and passion. Alright, I’ll take this job.
Ralph: Th-thank you very much...!
(I'm so relieved...)
When I saw Prince Ralph smiling with relief, I felt so relieved too that I almost collapsed to the floor.
...
After spending a long time taking Prince Ralph’s measurements, Adel and I were rocked by the carriage on the way back.
(I’m so tired…)

~Flashbacks~
Ralph: W-We're still taking measurements!?
Adel: Of course. I need to fully understand your bone structure, your muscles, even how your veins run. After that, I’ll observe how you move and walk. You’ll stay with me all day until I say we’re done.
Ralph: Eeeek~...
Attendants: P-Prince~!!!
~Flashbacks~

(I’m so tired… I was nervous all day. But Adel doesn’t seem to care at all.)
Adel: What is it? If you have something to say, say it clearly.

~Choices~
-I felt like I was going to die… (☼) ✓
-Is he always like that? (☽)
~Choices~

MC: I felt like I was going to die.
Adel: So dramatic. Is your heart as weak as a pinhead?
MC: Weak? But the attendants were super angry!
Adel: Who cares. Let them be angry. Meetings with clients are always like that. You need to get used to it.
Maybe he lost interest in the topic, because Adel looked away and stared out the carriage window.
(But... that’s something you probably shouldn't get used to...)
Still, from Prince Ralph’s reaction, I could see how much the royals trust Adel.
(If I could keep working with Adel, I’d gain valuable experience as a Guild Keeper. It might be a bit—no, really—really hard though.)
After some silence, I made up my mind and looked up.
MC: Please... Let me keep working with you for a while, Adel.
Adel: ......
Adel: ...What?
Adel turned back to me, frowning suspiciously as he stared into my face.

Chapter 4 - The Assistant's Job
The morning after I went to Lotoria with Mr. Adel.
(I’m glad he somehow let me become his assistant...)

~Flashbacks~
Adel: ...What?
MC: Um, so... I was hoping I could work under you, Mr. Adel...
Adel: What nonsense are you saying? You're already working as a Guild Keeper.
MC: I didn’t mean that. I meant as your tailoring assistant.
Adel: Rejected.
MC: That was quick...!
Adel: Only skilled people work under me. There’s no place for a total rookie like you.
~Flashbacks~

But even then, I didn’t give up and kept asking him—
In the end, maybe because it became too annoying, Adel sighed and agreed while holding his head.
(Since I’m asking to work under him even though it’s a lot to ask, I’ll do my best to be recognized as a real assistant.)
...
When I visited the workshop a little early, only Adel was there.
He was facing a work table covered with a bunch of papers and colored pencils, drawing something with a serious expression.
Adel: ......
MC: Um—

~Choices~
-Good morning. (☼)
-Thank you for having me. (☽) ✓
~Choices~

MC: Thank you for letting me work with you starting today.
Adel: ......
(Maybe he's concentrating? If I interrupt, he might get mad again... I’ll wait a little.)
Adel: How long are you going to just stand there? Come here quickly.
(I think he told me before to get the timing right...!)
Without more greetings, I hurried to the workbench to do my first job.
Adel: Line up these design sketches so they’re easy to compare.
(There are so many drawings… but they all have a similar feeling. Are these all for one outfit?)
MC: Who asked for this design?
Adel: Did you already forget? You were there yesterday when we got the request.
MC: You mean Prince Ralph’s? You already drew this many!?
Adel: It’s more efficient to draw while the memory and image are still clear. If too much time passes, the impression of the client fades.
Even while talking, his eyes were only on the sketches.
Adel: ...This one.
Eventually, he picked up one sketch and finally looked up.
Adel: Time to choose the fabric. Bring the samples stacked over there.
MC: Samples… is it these?
(There are thick binders on the shelf...)
I brought over a file, and Adel opened it without care.
On the opened page, there were many small cloth pieces attached.
MC: Galassia’s Milky Way… Kuyo Silk…
(The fabric names and where they’re from are all carefully written.)
MC: Did you make this sample book yourself, Adel?
Adel: Do you really need me to explain something that obvious? If you're just going to get in the way, I’ll throw you out right now.
MC: I-I’ll go bring the other sample books now...
Since I definitely didn’t want to be kicked out on the first day, I quickly stepped away to get more.
...
A few days later.
The busy day at the workshop finally ended, and I let out a relieved sigh.
(Maybe... I'm finally getting used to this busy place. I'm slowly getting more jobs they trust me with.)
MC: Good job today. I'm heading out first.
Adel: Wait. Were you the one who messed with my toolbox?
MC: Ah! Yes. I refilled the basting thread and took the chance to organize it a little...
Adel: ......
(Did I do something I shouldn't have!?)
I braced myself, expecting him to yell at me—but...
Adel: The workbench was easier to use this morning. I thought a helpful fairy had moved into the workshop... —but it was you, huh.
The serious expression on Adel’s face softened into a smile.
(Adel... smiled!)
Adel: You’re still not a full-fledged assistant, but I like that you're thoughtful. If I thought you had no potential, I would’ve kicked you out already.
MC: ......! Thank you so much!
I didn’t expect him to praise me—it made me really happy.
That first smile he gave me stayed in my heart, even after I left the workshop.

Chapter 5 - Work Comes First Every Day
At night, I was in the workshop, troubled and thinking hard.
(He said, ‘Just get something high in calories’... but still...)
Adel asked me to prepare a late-night meal, so I went to the kitchen—but I couldn't decide on the menu.
(If he works nonstop and keeps eating only high-calorie food... That can’t be good for his health.)
After thinking for a while, I started lining up ingredients on the kitchen counter.
...
Adel: Hey, I told you to make something high in calories.
He looked displeased as he stared at the steaming vegetable soup.
MC: I know. But—if you eat something hard to digest this late at night, it’ll hurt your stomach. You won’t sleep well, and that will lower your work performance.
Adel: Hmph, now you’re trying to back up your argument with logic, huh?
Though he looked annoyed, the word “work” seemed to make him pause. Adel stared at the vegetable soup in silence.
Adel: Even so, I hate vegetables.
MC: That’s like... something a kid would say...
Adel: What did you just say?
MC: N-Nothing! Anyway—

~Choices~
-Just one bite is enough. (☼) ✓
-It's healthy and good for you. (☽)
~Choices~

MC: Just one bite, please.
Adel: You're persistent. I told you—I hate vegetables.
MC: You really hate them that much...?
Adel: Vegetables taste awful. Just thinking about that green, grassy flavor makes me feel sick.
MC: But I made it into soup, so I think that green smell is gone now. ...Adel, could you just try a little?
Adel: Sigh... You're so stubborn. Fine. Since you won’t stop, I’ll take one sip!
Adel snatched the spoon from my hand and brought the vegetable soup to his mouth.
Adel: ...? What is this?
He took another sip. Then a third, as if checking the flavor.

Adel: This is strange. Vegetables shouldn’t taste this good. Did you put something weird in it?
MC: No, I didn’t! I only used ingredients from the kitchen.
Adel: That just makes it more suspicious... I don’t get it...
He grumbled, but the spoon didn’t stop—like he’d forgotten how much he hated it.
(I’m glad he liked it. This kind of soup is easy on the stomach too. Maybe I’ll keep changing the flavor so he doesn’t get bored of it.)
Adel: ...What are you staring at?
MC: N-No, it’s nothing!
I quickly looked away, realizing I’d been watching him.
At that moment, my eyes landed on a design sketch.
(Wait, isn’t that... Prince Ralph’s—)
MC: By the way, how’s the ceremonial outfit for Prince Ralph going?
Adel: I just finished the toile a moment ago.
(Toile... That’s the test garment made with simple fabric to check the design, right?)
There are many steps to making one outfit, and Adel handles almost all of them alone.
MC: I wish I could help more with the actual clothing work.
Adel: Fool. The only one who can master the techniques I created... is me.
Those words could’ve sounded arrogant, but coming from him, they held weight.
Just like Prince Ralph said—Adel truly gets results that prove his skill.
Adel: Remember the phrase: the right person in the right place, rookie. You’re doing the kind of work only you can do.
MC: Huh?
Adel: This is the best late-night meal I’ve ever had. Also, the toolbox and workbench are easier to use now. You don’t wait for instructions—you learn, think, and act on your own. Very few people do that. Most workers in the workshop tend to shrink back around me.
MC: Well... That’s because you’re kind of amazing, Adel. It’s understandable they feel nervous.
Adel: Exactly. That’s why your attitude matters. Even the smallest jobs—you do them well. And to think, you even got me to eat vegetables—
MC: (Does this mean... he’s starting to accept me as his assistant?)
His words warmed my heart so much, my eyes are filled with tears.
Just then, after finishing the soup and setting the spoon down with a satisfied look—
Young Assistant: Big trouble! Adel!
A young assistant burst into the workshop, looking pale and panicked.

[Sun End]
Chapter 1 - The Dignity Of A Tailor
A few days after we got an urgent message from the young assistant.
Adel and I were summoned to the office of Mr. Volks, the Guild Master of Dream Weavers.
...
Adel: If you have something to say, make it quick. I'm busy here.
Volks: Sorry to bother you when you're busy. I’ll get straight to the point— Is it true that the fabric planned for Prince Ralph’s ceremonial outfit is delayed?
Adel: Yeah, that’s right. Although we entrusted the work to a craftsman from Garassia, but the weaving work has been delayed due to a sudden accident.
(I heard that their experienced craftsman hurt his back and couldn’t work for a while…)
The young assistant who came from the workshop the other day brought news that the craftsman was bedridden with back pain.
Luckily, the symptoms weren't too bad, and he has already returned to work, but it has become difficult for them to deliver the fabric on the scheduled day.
Volks: Can’t we get the same fabric from another craftsman? If we wait for the delivery, there will be less time left for sewing.
Adel: The fabric we ordered this time can only be woven by that craftsman. Have I ever done anything less than perfect in my work?
Volks: …Indeed, you never have. In fact, if you ever did, I’d probably start wondering if I was dreaming. But we’re working for royalty. And this time, it’s for a ceremonial outfit. Pursuing perfection only to end up missing the deadline— That would be a complete failure in priorities. “I’m sorry” just isn’t enough to make up for it.
(Just like Mr. Volks said. We absolutely can’t let this fail. And… if I can’t come up with a solution, I’ll be betraying Prince Ralph, who has placed his trust in us.)
The worst-case scenario flashed through my mind, and unease rose from deep within. However—
Adel: Hmph. I won’t let any “what ifs” or “excuses” get in the way. I’ll get it done perfectly and on time. That’s my pride as a tailor.
Maybe that one line convinced him, because Volks gave a small nod.
Volks: Understood. Then, as a member and head of Dream Weavers, I’ll give you all the support I can. MC, sorry to ask, but could you look after Adel for a while?
MC: Uh...
Adel: Hey, I can't just let that slide. Who exactly are you saying needs to be “looked after”?
Volks: Isn’t she the one who made you eat plain vegetable soup? That makes her perfect for the job, doesn’t it? If you were to collapse, we’d lose everything. That’s why I’ve made thorough preparations.
Adel: Ggh...!
Volks: I’ll adjust the rest of the tasks so MC can focus entirely on supporting Adel. I’m counting on you.
(Mr. Volks… maybe he called us to this room just to tell us that.)
MC: Understood. I’ll give my all to support Mr. Adel.
...
(—That’s what I said, but… I wonder how much I can actually help.)
Well, I do plan to help however I can.
But when I think about the position he’s in, the worry in my heart still won’t go away.
MC: ......
Adel: Don’t look so worried. Who do you think I am? I never fail—neither in quality nor in deadlines. I’ll definitely deliver the right clothes, fit for the client, on time.
There was unwavering confidence in his eyes.
That strong gaze calmed the worry that had been shaking in my heart.
(—For now, I’ll just believe in Adel.)

Chapter 2 - Work Without Sleep Or Rest
While waiting for the fabric, Adel focused on finishing his other tasks to make time for the upcoming work.
And finally, the long-awaited fabric arrived——
Adel: Starting today, I’ll be staying and sleeping in the workshop.
He declared this in the workshop, now empty except for the two of us after the assistants had gone home.
Adel: I’ve finished all my other work and given the assistants time off. Only pass on messages to me if you judge them to be urgent.
MC: Understood.
From that day on, he stayed shut in the workshop.
...
MC: Good morning. I brought some extra basting thread.
Adel: I was just running low. Thanks, that helps.
MC: If you need anything else, just let me know.
Adel: In that case, something high in calories— No, bring that vegetable soup from the other day again for a late-night meal.
MC: Yes...!
...
MC: Mr. Adel, the decorative clasps and beads have arrived.
Adel: Put them in that box over there.
Also, you can leave now.
MC: But just in case something happens—
Adel: Right now, I just need to focus.
MC: ...Okay.
...
Even though I said I’d do anything to help, there’s still not much I can actually do.
So, at the very least, I rented a spare room next to the workshop to stay close in case I was needed...
Adel: —You haven’t been sleeping well lately, have you?
MC: Huh?
As soon as Adel saw my face while I was bringing his dinner, he frowned.
MC: I’ve been trying to get about the same amount of sleep as usual...
Adel: Fool. It’s not about how long you sleep—it’s about the quality.
MC: !
Adel lifted my chin with his fingers.
He stared at me from so close I could almost feel his breath, and I felt my body temperature slowly rise.
MC: U-Um…?

Adel: You’ve got dark circles under your eyes. You’re too tense. You’re also the only one handling outside communication. You need to take care of your own health too.
(Is he… worried about me?)
MC: I’m sorry… I just wanted to be as helpful as I could in case something came up.
Adel: Then all the more reason to rest properly in your own room.
His usual stern expression softened just a little.
Adel: This time, more than anything—I need to stay focused. When I eat the things you make, it feels like I can concentrate better than usual. ...Or at least, it feels that way.
MC: !
Adel: If the quality drops because you didn’t sleep enough, I won’t forgive you.
That unexpectedly gentle voice soaked into my anxious heart.
MC: Understood. I’ll rest properly in my own room.
Adel: Good. I’m looking forward to breakfast tomorrow.
...
And then came the morning of the delivery.
MC: Huh? Mr. Adel...?
He was nowhere to be seen in the workshop, so I looked around—
Adel: ......
And found him collapsed face-down on the floor.
MC: Are you okay, Mr. Adel!?
I rushed over in a panic, and when I called out to him, his eyelids slowly opened, and his irritated eyes met mine.
Adel: You're noisy. I was just taking a short break...
Hearing his usual sharp tone, I let out a relieved sigh—
And then I noticed the outfit on the nearby mannequin.
(Even though it’s not flashy in color or wild in design... I can’t take my eyes off it.)
I couldn't help but gasp at the ceremonial attire, beautifully adorned with detailed decorations.
Adel: If it weren’t for that fabric, this outfit would’ve been something entirely different. Neither the decorations nor the thread could have been replaced with anything else. That outfit is the result of top-tier craftsmen’s combined skills.
MC: …It’s strange. Just looking at it, I can almost picture Prince Ralph wearing it.
Adel: Normally, I would have had to make many adjustments while fitting it directly on Ralph... but there wasn’t time. Simulating his build, expressions, and movements in my head took some effort... But I guess those tearful measurement sessions were worth it. I can say with confidence—this is without a doubt the perfect outfit for Ralph.
The result was so incredible that I found myself annoyed at how all I could say was, “Wow... it’s amazing.”
Seeing Adel’s work up close, my chest swelled with emotion—

Last Chapter - Work That Only I Can Do
A few days after the outfit was completed.
At the invitation of Prince Ralph, Adel and I visited Lotoria once again.
MC: Prince Ralph was so dignified and impressive.
At the ceremony, Prince Ralph handled everything beautifully—
He was met with warm applause and praise from both the citizens and visiting royalty from other countries.
MC: The outfit you made was also a huge hit.
Adel: Hmph, of course it was. My work was perfect. If his behavior didn’t match up to it, I wouldn’t have let it slide.
Adel gave a snort of laughter, but his eyes softened a little.
Adel: More importantly, I never take requests from people who can’t carry the clothes I make.
MC: What do you mean?
Adel: Clothing expresses a person’s inner self and ideals outwardly. It can’t bring out something that doesn’t exist, nor can it add something false. I simply gave form to something that the prince himself hadn’t yet realized.
MC: That’s a job only you could do, Adel.
Adel: “To make a king truly king”— that's the job of a Dream Weavers.
After saying that proudly, Adel let out a small yawn.
MC: That’s because you were working late again last night. You really should go to bed early tonight.
Adel: You’ve started speaking quite boldly lately.
MC: I am a guild keeper assisting a Meister, after all.
Adel: Don’t tell me... are you still holding a grudge?
(Back then, I couldn’t say anything. But now...)

~Flashbacks~
Adel: You total newbie. I’ll let it slide just this once because you’re still inexperienced—so I’ll point it out for you. That’s your problem, not mine. Isn’t a Guild Keeper’s job to support the Meisters?
~Flashbacks~

(I feel like I'm finally starting to understand what I should do for Adel.)
MC: Making sure the Meister stays healthy and can keep working—that's part of my job too.
Adel: You've gotten awfully cheeky.
Despite his words, Adel had a faint, satisfied smile on his face.
(Maybe he's finally acknowledging me a little? Come to think of it, he hasn't called me a "total newbie" lately.)
Maybe it was because we weren’t working right now, but today he seemed just a little more relaxed than usual.
Spending time walking together through this beautiful garden felt so refreshing.
Adel: They're late. Isn't the carriage here yet?
(…It seems like Adel just wants to hurry back to the inn and get back to work.)
MC: I'm sure it'll be here soon. Let’s wait over there in that gazebo.
I gently encouraged him as he sighed, and we sat side by side on a bench inside the gazebo.
Then—something heavy leaned on my shoulder.
MC: Eh...!?

His silver hair brushed against my cheek, and my heartbeat jumped.
Adel: I'm going to nap until the carriage comes. Don’t move.
MC: So I’m… your pillow?
Even though I understood the reason, his warmth against me made it hard to stay calm.
Adel: Hey. Say something.
MC: Huh? But… aren’t you going to sleep?
Adel: Exactly. So talk about something dumb that’ll help me fall asleep quickly.
MC: That’s asking the impossible…
Adel: Isn’t it your job to care for my health? Then how about trying to make my nap even one minute longer?
MC: …Alright. Something dumb enough to make you sleepy, right? Uh, well… the other day, I ran into Mr. Volks in the hall—
Adel: …Yeah, and?
MC: Then Merry Rose just happened to walk by, and—
Adel: ......
Eventually, the replies stopped, replaced by the sound of calm, gentle breathing.
(That was fast… He must’ve been really exhausted.)
Adel threw himself completely into his work, forgetting to eat and sleep—it was almost frightening to see.
I respected his passion, but at the same time, I always felt a bit worried about him.
(I’ll support him in my own way. Starting by helping him overcome his extreme workaholism―)
Adel: Hey, I finished the pattern… now the cutting…
MC: He’s working even in his dreams!?
I blurted it out without thinking, then quickly covered my mouth so I wouldn’t wake him.
(He’s really tough to handle, but I’ll keep doing my best— So that Adel can live a healthier life…)
Adel: Hey, are you listening... MC...
MC: …!
(Was that… sleep talking?)
When he called my name, my heart fluttered sweetly—
But I told myself, "It’s probably just my imagination."

[Moon End]
Chapter 1 - News Arrived In The Dead Of Night
Young Assistant: It’s terrible, Adel!
Adel: …What happened?
Even though the young assistant rushed in panic, Adel didn’t show a single change in his expression.
In contrast, I, standing beside him and watching, became tense and stiff with worry.
(Coming in like this at such a late hour… I have a really bad feeling…)
Young Assistant: The beads we were going to use to decorate Prince Ralph’s outfit… we can’t get them anymore!
MC: !? What? Why—
Young Assistant: Apparently, they were sold to someone else. We just got a message saying there’s no stock left and they want to cancel our order—
Adel: That’s clearly the store’s fault. It’s their responsibility to fix this.
Young Assistant: But… the ones who bought the beads seem to be royalty from Gloria.
Adel: …I see. So that’s how it is.
MC: Gloria…?
Adel: The Land of Authority—Gloria. You might’ve heard of it. It’s also known as the Land of Rulers. Many people there are greedy and will use forceful methods to get what they want.
MC: So the store couldn’t say no to royalty…
Adel: Exactly. That means we’ll have to get the beads from somewhere else—but this is bad.
MC: Are the beads really that hard to find?
Adel: Yes. The beads we ordered this time are made from pieces of fallen stars. When stars fall to the ground, they crystallize. Those crystals are collected and processed into beads. It takes a lot of time and effort, so they aren’t normally sold.
Something tugged at my memory, and I tried hard to remember.
MC: …In that case, we might still have a chance.
Adel: ! What do you mean?
MC: When I was sent to work at an art guild before, they used star fragments to make beads for their projects. Maybe… they still have some leftover beads!
When I contacted them right away, it turned out there were just barely some beads left in stock.
But because they were so rare, even when I asked to buy them, the other side didn’t agree easily…
Adel: H-Hey, MC! Where are you going!?
MC: I’m going straight to the guild to negotiate in person. Adel, please keep working on whatever else you can in the meantime…!
Adel: A-Alright… got it.
Leaving Adel behind, his eyes wide in surprise, I hurried off toward the guild.
...
A few days later, one day—
MC: Adel, a letter arrived from Prince Ralph.
Adel: I see. Read it.
MC: Huh? But… is it okay if I read it too?
Adel: Why would you hesitate? You were involved in the work. So you have every right to read the letter too.
MC: Then… excuse me.
The letter from Prince Ralph included a report that the ceremony had gone well, along with words of thanks.
MC: [How could I possibly express the emotion I felt when I saw that outfit—it was like a starry sky woven into cloth! Thanks to you, Adel, I was able to act confidently at the ceremony.] ...That’s what he wrote.
(I’m really glad we managed to get those beads.)
MC: It’s great that he was so happy with it.
Adel: Well, of course. My work is perfect. If someone didn’t have the confidence to wear that outfit proudly, I wouldn’t have accepted the request in the first place.
He spoke bluntly, but there was a satisfied smile on Adel’s lips.
(I wish I could’ve seen Prince Ralph wearing Adel’s outfit…)
As I was imagining the ceremony and getting ready to return to work—
Adel: —By the way, I never thanked you properly for the other day.

Chapter 2 - One-Of-A-Kind In The World...
MC: Um… you mean thank me for...?
Adel: Is your head stuffed with cotton or something? I’m talking about the bead situation the other day.
MC: Ah… But I was just doing my job. I don’t deserve a thank-you or anything.
Adel: That won’t sit right with me. Just say something—anything you want or something you’d like to do?
MC: Something I’d like to do…
(If I think about it, there is one thing. But… I feel like he’d probably say no.)
After working with Adel, I’ve come to realize something—
He’s always focused on work, always has a serious look on his face.
But sometimes, just for a moment, he shows a surprisingly kind expression.
Adel: Come on, spit it out. Holding back like that is an insult to me.
MC: Then… I won’t hold back. I want to know more about you, Adel.
Adel: Alright. Then keep your schedule open for the next day off.
MC: Eh!?
(I thought he’d say something like “What are you talking about?” But… he’s really making time for me?)
Adel: What’s with that face? Do you have other plans or something?
MC: N-No! I’ll keep my schedule open!
...
The promised day has come. When I arrived at the meeting place, he suddenly glared at me.
Adel: Why are you wearing uniform even on your day off?
MC: Well… I thought this was still kind of work-related, so…
Adel: Hah… I expected as much. Come with me.
With a question mark over my head, I followed Adel to his workshop. When we arrived, he handed me a dress.
Adel: Good thing I prepared this. If you’re going to walk beside me, change into this.
MC: Um… this dress is…?
Adel: I’ll explain later.

Waving his hand as if to say, “Hurry up and get dressed,” I quickly ran into the fitting room.
(This dress… it’s so cute. And it fits my body perfectly.)
The beautiful silhouette of the dress looked like it could suit any occasion.
Feeling my heart lift with excitement, I opened the curtain—
Adel, who had been waiting, turned to face me.
Adel: Well? Do you like it?
MC: Yes! It’s really comfortable to wear! Even though it’s so detailed, it doesn’t feel restrictive at all!
Adel: That’s the difference between ready-made and custom-made. Just a few millimeters of adjustment can completely change the look and feel.
MC: You’re right. I’ve never worn clothes that fit me this well before.
(...Wait? Does that mean he adjusted it to my size?)
MC: Adel… how did you know my size? You didn’t take my measurements.
Adel: I can tell just by looking. Especially since we’re together all the time.
MC: ......
Adel: You don’t believe me? Then I’ll tell you. For example, your weight is—
MC: That’s enough!! Even if you know it, please pretend you don’t!
Adel: Haha…
MC: !
Adel: You’re so restless—happy one moment, then suddenly panicking the next. Don’t make me laugh any more than this.
(I’ve seen Adel smile before, but…)
This smile was different.
A pure, carefree smile I’d never seen on him before—
I couldn’t look away.
(He can smile like that too…)
Adel: That dress is yours. It’s not so formal that you can’t use it as everyday wear.
MC: Eh…!? But… I can’t possibly accept something so expensive.
Just from the feel of the fabric, I could tell it was made from very high-quality material.
And more than that—
MC: I’m not royalty or anything… It feels wrong for someone like me to wear clothes made by you, Adel.
Adel: It was made just for you. No one else could wear it. Like I said, it was adjusted down to the millimeter.
(A dress made only for me… What a luxury.)
MC: Thank you. I’ll treasure it.
Adel: Treasure it fine. But don’t just let it sleep in your closet. Clothes you never wear are the biggest waste.
That typical Adel-like scolding made me smile without thinking.
Wearing a one-of-a-kind dress that exists nowhere else in the world, I followed Adel out into the city.

Last Chapter - A Dress That Changes Fate
A grand chandelier hung from the ornately decorated, open-ceilinged hall.
The first place Adel led me to was the most talked-about theater in the country.
Adel: The costumes in the operas performed here are quite elaborate. Pay close attention.
MC: Yes. I’m looking forward to it.
(As expected of Adel—he’s watching the opera for design inspiration. Even now, he’s thinking about work.)
As I admired how he never forgets his craft, a hand was suddenly offered to me.
MC: …?
Adel: Think about the setting. I’m escorting you. I’ll lead you to your seat.
MC: Oh, thank you.
With a graceful gesture that I never would’ve imagined from his usual blunt attitude, Adel escorted me.
Feeling his hand gently overlap mine made my heart skip just a little.
...
After the opera, we visited luxury boutiques and jewelry stores—
By the time the city lights began to glow, we found ourselves having dinner at a restaurant.
Adel: Well then, shall we toast to the fact that the outfit I made for Prince Ralph served its purpose successfully?
(This restaurant has such a calm atmosphere… I wonder if Adel comes here often.)
Even though he's usually only concerned about calories, he ordered a full-course meal and lifted a wine glass.
Still a bit bewildered, I gently clinked my glass with his for a toast.
MC: Adel, do you always spend your days off like this?
Adel: What a foolish question. If I had the time, I’d spend it working.
MC: ...I thought so. Then… why just today?
Adel: ……
Adel: As a guild keeper, you said you wanted to know more about me, didn’t you?
MC: Yes…
Adel: It’s quicker to let you experience it than to explain. After spending the day in that dress, did anything feel different from usual?
MC: Something different…?
(Now that he mentions it…)

~A Few Moments Ago~
MC: The lead female character’s costume was really beautiful, wasn’t it?
Adel: Yeah. The dress design was especially eye-catching. —Well then, shall we head out? Give me your hand.
MC: Yes. Thank you.
...
Adel: Next, we’re going into that store. As the Guild Keeper of Dream Weavers, you should see top-tier jewelry too—not just clothing.
MC: That shop… it’s the long-established one that serves royalty, right? I’ve heard rumors that you can’t even enter without an introduction…
Adel: What’s wrong? Getting cold feet?
MC: No, I’ll take this opportunity to learn as much as I can.
~A Few Moments Ago~

(When he escorted me to the theater, and even when we entered that high-class shop…)
MC: No matter where we went, I was able to act naturally. Normally, I’d be too nervous to handle it.
Adel, looking satisfied with my answer, narrowed his eyes slightly and sipped his wine.

Adel: That’s the power clothing has. It can change your mindset, your behavior, and eventually… it can even change your fate. Clothes hold that much power. Of course, it only works when the person wearing them has the right qualities.
(So that’s the power this dress—the power of clothing—holds…)
MC: Being a tailor really is an amazing job.
Adel: It is. That’s why I only make clothes for people I personally approve of.
(He only makes clothes for people he approves of...)
Those words catch in my mind.
The dress I’m wearing right now… was made by Adel himself—
Almost like he read my thoughts, Adel smirks slightly.
Adel: I thought you were just a clumsy Guild Keeper who didn’t even know when to speak. But now I see you’re actually useful. So, you’ll be working like a draft horse from now on—for me.
MC: A draft horse, huh…
His unsettling words make me laugh awkwardly, but still, I’m genuinely happy he acknowledged my work.
MC: I’ll do my best to meet your expectations!
Straightening my back, I nodded with determination—wanting to be worthy of the dress Adel made for me.
Adel: Good answer. Starting tomorrow, I’ll begin teaching you some apprentice-level tasks. If you’re going to be my Keeper, I expect you to handle them on your own someday.
(This really does sound like I’m going to work like a horse…)
Adel: Don’t brace yourself too much. I can spoil you like this once in a while… if your work keeps satisfying me.
His gaze is intense, like a challenge—yet somehow charming—and it stirs something in my heart.
(Adel is strict, but he’s been watching everything I do. …It makes me want to try even harder.)
The dress that changed my fate—How it truly shaped my future…
That answer wouldn’t come until much, much later.