Two weeks passed by quickly. I sat in the beautiful garden, accompanied by Myra, while Lumi happily played around us after finishing Doraemon volume 3. The servants of the house kept their distance, watching Lumi closely. The child's excitement as she ran around was so pure, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her.
As we enjoyed the view, Myra and I continued our conversation about the plan I had discussed with her earlier (mentioned at the end of chapter 6).
At that time, I had asked Myra to contact several well-known tailors whose quality had already been proven. My goal was to change the fashion standards in this world. As someone who had reincarnated, seeing a world with such medieval-style clothing—especially noble attire—felt incredibly strange to me. It wasn't that I thought their clothes were bad, but more that I wanted to bring a modern touch to them. It felt like there was a gap between tradition and the needs of a more functional modern society. So, I wanted to introduce more practical yet elegant clothing that still reflected the identity and pride of the nobility.
Of course, it wasn't because I wanted to see my WIFE dressed in a more modern style, like my own taste. Yes, my intention was purely to introduce her to a more modern fashion world. That's it!
"Yeah, yeah, Old Pervert, your intentions are pure," said the system, as if mocking me.
"Hey, who are you calling Old Pervert!" I retorted, but the system ignored it.
Alright, back to the topic. I had asked Myra to contact several famous tailors and sign contracts with them on behalf of the Carval family. I planned to establish a fashion company in this world. I knew this could be a huge opportunity. As the great entrepreneurs from my former world said, businesses in beauty and fashion never die. And I felt that this world was in desperate need of a fashion update.
I dared to take this step because I had the system providing me with designs, though not for free. I had to pay with the "popularity points" I earned from spreading entertainment. The system provided these designs, though the cost wasn't cheap.
The system store was initially locked, but the system had told me that it would open once I earned my first popularity points. That was the first step toward my bigger goal.
Right now, I could be considered poor, because the popularity points I had were still very few.
For simple clothing designs, like shirts, the minimum cost was 100 popularity points. However, that also included information about recommended materials. So, even though it was expensive, it was still affordable if I could gather enough popularity points.
And the most expensive was the "magic internet" design. Yes, you heard that right—"internet" in a world that didn't know modern technology. When I first saw it, I was shocked. Apparently, based on a little hint from the system, the design contained various arrangements of ancient runes. The cost of that design? 10 billion popularity points.
YES! 10 BILLION!
I felt like swearing, but I tried to be patient because the system's explanation made me understand that it was a long-term investment.
"Several well-known tailors are interested in signing contracts, but almost all of them have rejected it because they don't want to be tied down," Myra said, looking a bit disappointed.
"Well, it's okay, I expected this, dear," I replied calmly. "After all, their freedom to prioritize their own work will diminish if they sign the contract. But I'm sure they'll regret it later for turning it down," I said with a small smile.
"Just recruit a few famous tailors, and for the others, just make sure they meet certain standards. That will be enough," I added.
"Alright, dear. But why do you need so many tailors?" Myra asked, her expression full of curiosity. Her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, eager to hear more of my explanation. I could see how much she supported my idea, even without fully understanding the entire plan.
"Well, dear, tell me, how do we, the nobility, usually get our clothes made?" I asked.
"Well, usually, we contact famous tailors and ask them to make clothes according to what we want, or based on their own recommendations," Myra replied with excitement. "Although sometimes we have to wait for months, or even a year, because of how busy they are."
"And how about the common folk?" I asked again, curious.
"As far as I know, most of them make their own clothes because it's more cost-effective, or they buy clothes from their neighbors who no longer need them," Myra answered.
"So here's my plan," I said, starting to explain in more detail. "I will fix the most annoying issue first, which is the problem of time. I will hire many ordinary tailors to make everyday clothes for the common folk. The goal is to give them more options and styles. Of course, I won't make poor-quality clothes. I'll ensure that the quality remains good, even if the price is affordable. These clothes will be mass-produced in various sizes, and then we'll distribute them to traders through our distribution team. That way, ready-to-wear clothes will be more widely available to the common folk."
"Next, for the tailors who are already skilled, I'll assign them to make more luxurious clothes than the ordinary ones. Clothes that require more time to produce, which will obviously be more expensive, but still affordable for the common folk. This will give them a sense of achievement."
"And finally, for the famous tailors who are willing to sign contracts, I'll need their big names to create special designs for clothes that will be sold in limited quantities. I plan to offer only 50 of these exclusive garments. Once the stock runs out, no matter how much money they offer, I won't produce them again. These clothes will give a sense of exclusivity, just like what we, the nobility, desire."
Myra looked at me with understanding in her eyes, and her smile grew even wider. "That's a huge plan, dear." Her voice was full of excitement, and it was clear that she was really enthusiastic about my idea. "You're really thinking far ahead, huh? I can even imagine how happy the common folk will be with more affordable clothing options. I really support you, dear!"
However, with her smile, there was something that slightly changed in her expression. Myra looked at me gently, her voice soft, almost pleading, "Dear, when the exclusive clothes are ready, would... would I be able to get one? Maybe... for me?"
I looked at her for a moment, sensing how much she truly wanted it. Then, I smiled lovingly, "Of course, dear. There will always be one for you."
Her eyes lit up, and I could see the genuine happiness shining on her face. "Thank you, dear," she whispered, hugging me as if the world held nothing more important than those words.