Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 151: The Rise of the Textile Revolution

At first, all the attention was on , but as ti went on, they started talking about clothes more and more often.

There were quite a few opinions that it looked comfortable. Modern people would never agree with this, but this was the Middle Ages.

Leggings and corsets were common, and almost all clothing was tied with lace. Even the nobles couldn't dress or undress themselves without assistance.

'This should be enough for promotional effects,' I thought.

I planned to use the crowded commutes to and from work as my runway. There would be a flood of inquiries in the future because most of the unique and good items were located in the Midias shopping arcade.

Isn't that the case even with sothing like nail clippers? It's a tool that didn't exist until recently, but now it's beco a necessity of life.

After doing that a few more tis, I finally got a response. As if I had been waiting, I opened a clothing store in Midias.

Surprisingly, it was people from noble families who rushed in. Of course, the person in question didn't co in person.

"I am Croven, the butler of Count Elisone. I heard that you sell His Highness's clothes here."

"Oh! Where are we going to set up first? We are from the Earl of Bellingham. Could you give us just one set of clothes?"

"No, what does it matter where you co from? Stop talking nonsense and just get in line."

"What did you just say?"

"What, you want to have a go? We were sent by His Majesty, the Marquis of Paelun."

"Ahem! Ahem ahem!"

They ca from so many different places.

But how did those local lords send people already? I just walked along the street during my commute to and from work.

'Usually, they would appoint their sons as proxy lords, and each would co to the capital and take a seat.'

All power in the empire emanates from the Emperor.

If they are not well inford about the situation at the center, they will inevitably be eliminated. Isn't that why everyone is trying so hard to get into the National Assembly?

"How is it?" I asked, smiling confidently.

Martin shook his head and said, "As expected of His Majesty the Duke. It seems that no one can match you when it cos to creating new things and making them popular."

"Then hurry up and make the clothes first. If you want to take care of all those custors, you'll have to move quickly."

"Of course. That much can be done in no ti."

Although he lost the bet, he didn't show any sign of discomfort. Even though his workload had piled up, Martin just smiled brightly.

'Does still think he's been recognized?'

In fact, this guy's skills were impeccable. If i teach him one thing, he has the talent to grasp two or more. I had a feeling he would beco the best tailor in the empire soday.

"First, get the asurents and then start production. I have other things to do."

"Oh, are you going to present clothes to His Majesty the Emperor?"

"No. Butler Xavier will do that."

"Oh, I see."

Perhaps thinking it would be rude to ask further questions, Martin only nodded in greeting.

I left the Midias shopping district with a sly smile. Why am I the only one left to do the work when everyone else is doing it?

'Oh, I'm busy. Now I have to make clothes for the common people too.'

The ti had co to use the huge amount of materials I'd been hoarding. The suits we've been promoting so far were just the beginning.

Anyway, I guess that's sothing you'd only wear on formal occasions. I wanted to create clothes that would be widely used on a daily basis. That way, we could have a positive impact on society.

'It will probably have a much bigger impact than if the fabric had been released cheaply.'

Just because i get the materials cheaply doesn't an the price of the clothes will go down significantly.

There may be so impact, but there's nothing we can do about the costs incurred elsewhere. I still have to pay to go to a tailor and have your clothes made. So, it was common to make and wear them at ho.

"But if it's made in a factory, there's no need to do that." I muttered to myself. Why not just buy sothing that fits your size and wear it?

If that were the case, I'd be able to buy clothes at a much cheaper price. My heart was already pounding at the thought of improving the system's functions.

But suddenly, a chilling sensation passed through my entire body.

"Huh? What is this?"

Imdiately afterward, a loud noise erupted along with a terrifying shockwave, right in the forest at the edge of the Carriers Duchy.

Kukugugugugugu! Pfft!

A mushroom cloud rose out of nowhere. As I stood there, dumbfounded, I realized sothing. Isn't there a wizard living over there whose ntal state is questionable?

"Vargas, this guy…"

Didn't I tell him not to cause any accidents for the ti being?

Even with serious threats attached.

The only saving grace was that Vargas' lab was very far away. I deliberately placed it a good distance from the mansion, and I think that was a good decision. I would never know when or what might happen.

Isn't that the guy who blew up the rcenary guild as soon as he entered the imperial capital?

'What the hell are his doing now, Vargas?'

I got on my horse and passed a textile factory. The employees who had co out were tilting their heads, surprised by the unexpected incident.

"Everyone, please bring so water. As much as you can!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Although it was an urgent order, the employees moved in unison. The sight of them running to the well with buckets felt quite solid. As expected, loyalty must be nurtured at all costs. Everyone is so dedicated, even in ergency situations.

I felt strangely proud.

'There's chaos over there, and here I am getting sentintal.'

I quickly approached the forest to the northwest. Soon, a building appeared with black smoke rising from it. But, surprisingly, Vargas' lab seed mostly intact, despite the huge explosion.

"If it was that much of a blast, wouldn't it be normal for there to be no trace left?"

Still, just in case, I kept my distance and cautiously approached.

"Vargas! Where are you?"

"Cough! Cough! Whoosh! Whoosh! Here I am!"

Soon, a man covered in what looked like charcoal soot crawled out from behind the building. Still, it seed that he had conducted the experint outside, as if he had so conscience as thin as an ant's tear.

"What's going on?" I asked. Vargas raised his right arm, holding a potion that glowed in various colors.

I had no idea what on earth could have caused such a huge explosion. Vargas gave an innocent smile.

"This is dye."

"It's a unique color, but it doesn't seem to be of much use."

"Huh? How could that be? I can wear the exact color I want!"

"Then the story changes."

"You can use it anywhere."

"What?"

"Let give you an example. It's basic for clothes, but you can also paint on glass or wooden boards. It completely changes the original color of the material."

"… … ."

For a while, I was speechless. So when I color sothing, doesn't that an it has no thickness? Can paint of this level exist?

After quickly gathering my thoughts, I asked, "How much does it cost to make?" Of course, this was the most important question. What if there was a great feature? It could only be used in business if the unit price was right.

Vargas smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"It's because I spent a lot of money on the experint, but the dye itself doesn't cost much. About 2 goldens per bottle. This amount can easily dye a bundle of fabric."

It seed to be based on what's produced at the Midias Textile Factory. One bundle probably weighed about 100kg. The efficiency was much better than I expected.

"How long does it take to dye?"

"Of course, it happens quickly. There's no need to stop."

"Good job. Very good job."

I praised Vargas and held the potion up to the sunlight. It felt as if the Milky Way was spread out before my eyes. This substance could create enormous wealth. The paradigm of dyeing itself would change.

"Okay. Let's get started. I want to introduce this to our textile factory. How much can you give ?"

"Yes?"

Vargas looked surprised. It was a natural question for to ask. There is clearly an original producer, but you have to sign a contract to get the item.

Legally speaking.

But Vargas' thoughts seed to be a little different.

"Ugh! Your Majesty the Duke!"

"No, why are you acting like this?"

"Honestly, at first, I thought you were just one of those noble bastards trying to take advantage of ."

"No matter how much this guy confesses his true feelings, his words are a bit…"

"But Your Majesty is different! Kheungheung!"

Similar incidents often occur in people's lives.

You work hard on a plan, report it, and then your boss slyly takes the credit for it. Even in modern tis, when there are many watchful eyes, isn't that the case?

'If it's the Middle Ages, where anything can be buried, it would be even worse.'

The current situation should have been handled that way originally. Projects carried out by the company are owned by the company.

Vargas is under my employ. But I didn't have the heart to be