"However, you have to live as a faceless designer even after this job is over. You have to cover up everything when you go out."

At Amelie's words, Julietta paused for a moment. Even if she escaped from her status as a princess, she should still not be exposed to the world.

A sigh crept out. She thought this was a life where she shouldn't show her face for her lifetime. All she had to do was hide her face. She shrugged as she put the fabric she had picked out for the dress down on the workbench.

"I'll have to hide my true self, but I won't have to read others' countenances." Julieta recalled the time when she had been in jail and s.h.i.+vered without knowing why. "I'm going to make a lot of money. I'd rather not be swayed by anyone else in my life."

If her status in the social cla.s.s system was insignificant, she thought she should have enough money for others to grovel before her. If she had something in her favor, it was being different from other people's memories and experiences.

Julietta now looked around the interior of the splendid building that would serve as the foundation for her new life.

'It starts here. This is the first dressing shop for Madame Chartreu.'

When she thought about the name Chartreu, which she had actually picked in a hurry without thinking about anything, seeming pretty cool, she laughed.

"Now that you've taken my measurements, shall we go and pick the fabric? Is there any other fabric in the warehouse other than the ones here?"

Julietta took off her chest-pressing corset and left the studio with a gallant spirit.

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"Do you want me to make it as it is?"

Julietta picked out the fabric for the dress and left the dressing shop for the blacksmith's.

After the war, a blacksmith's shop in a peaceful continent turned into a place not for making swords, s.h.i.+elds, and war weapons, but a place for making real-life tools, such as interior decoration props and gla.s.ses.

"Yes. Please make a model of a woman's figure, a mannequin."

To make a mannequin with neck to hips, Julietta showed him a detailed drawing she had prepared.

"Where the h.e.l.l are you going to use this ugly thing?"

There were many people with strange hobbies, but no one openly demanded a cut-off body figure, like the drawing the girl had shown.

The blacksmith looked carefully up and down at the maid who had stiff brick-red hair and ugly gla.s.ses. He thought it might be a hobby of the maid, even though he thought it might be an errand for a pervert, because it didn't seem like a thing to handle.

Julietta smiled at the suspicious smith. "My master will use it for decoration in her dressing shop. She is going to put a dress on top of this and put it on display in the hall."

Upon hearing Julietta's explanation, the blacksmith looked down at the painting once again. He just thought it was some kind of hideous thing, but it seemed plausible to him if she would dress it up.

"Is it dressing up top?" The blacksmith nodded as if he had understood then.

"Yes. Make a cross frame so it can stand, and make the support long enough to the floor. Can you make it not too heavy by being tall?"

"It's not hard, but it's a little problem to make this upper body shape. But it's not impossible at all, so I'll try."

Julietta gave another picture to the ruminating owner. "Is it possible to make a small, thin square plate the size of a hand?"

She opened her palm and said, "I'd like to make it very thin, with the store name and address on it."

It was an inquiry about making a VIP card for the shop's regular customers. Since discrimination based on cla.s.s and birth status was strictly enforced, she was going to create a members.h.i.+p card according to the appropriate grade. In addition, a special metal business card was to be made and sent with the invitation.

Julietta tried as hard as she could to explain modern business cards as she could. Considering the various conditions, she had opened a store outside the main street, so she wanted to put a metal business card with an address on the invitation in order to make it easier to tell where the dressing shop was located.

"It's going to be this thin. It's going to be hard, but... do you mean I should print characters on top of this?"

"Yes. I'd like to make it by type of metal. I'd like to have black letters engraved on a silver plate, if possible?" Julietta asked the master gently, counting the money in her hand inwardly. "Is it expensive?"

"It depends on how many. It's not hard to make a plate, but it's not easy to engrave them."

Julietta was very pleased with the blacksmith's words. Unlike modern times, he did not have laser imprinting technology, so he had to carve it by hand. Feeling burdened by costs after being buoyant with expectations, Julietta asked him to make only twenty copies.

Julietta wanted to make a lot of business cards and give them to customers immediately, but changed her mind after the cost of the production. She decided that she would only put cards together with an invitation to those specifically chosen, to create scarcity.