Kael was curious about what Sisi planned to do with the black wool, but he figured that whatever she had in mind shouldn't be too dangerous.
"Since you've chosen the materials, I'll find a seamstress for you in the kingdom," Kael muttered. "If I can't find one, I'll just locate a tribe with a seamstress and conquer them. That way, we'll have at least one."
His line of thinking was befitting of a conqueror and a king, but Sisi couldn't help frowning.
Was he always this extreme over such trivial matters?
"You don't need to," Sisi said calmly. "We already have a seamstress."
Kael blinked. "Who?"
"Me. Obviously." Sisi said smugly. "I've worked as a seamstress since I was a child. Just give me the materials, and I can make anything: dresses, cloaks, trousers, even hats and gloves."
