Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World Chapter 162: The Salon Scheme

"We're going to fill this entire front with glass. Can you do it?"

"This much? That's all?"

"Oh. It can't be just like that. It has to be solid."

"It's not difficult, but it will cost a lot of money."

"It's okay. I'll pay a high enough price."

In this world, glass was an object that only wizards could create. Moreover, if I wanted to use strengthening magic, it would cost a lot of money. It didn't matter, though. Anyway, custors who use beauty salons would end up paying a lot of money.

"We need hairdressers, but I guess it would be a bit much to hire barbers?"

"Why don't we just pick soone with good skills?"

"Since our main custors are noble young ladies, we have to differentiate ourselves."

Even though it's a fantasy world, isn't it based on the Middle Ages? People here couldn't help but be very conservative.

A male barber taking care of a noble lady's hair?

'Oh my! I'm dying. I'm dying.'

Just like the female knights who escort the noble young lady, the hands of won were needed here too.

Besides, I couldn't leave it to just anyone.

How much vanity do you have that you would want to receive services provided by commoners?

As the imperial maid had to be of noble birth, at least the daughter of a baronet or knight.

"i can ask Deacon Xavier about this."

These days, Butler Miller Xavier is busy recruiting talented people.

The reason is that the size of the Carriers Duchy and the dias businesses has grown, and there is a shortage of workers.

But then suddenly, a loud noise erupted.

"please wait a mont!"

"Oh, really. Please don't stick out like that. People will be surprised."

"Escort the nobles! This is my duty."

"You're always absent when I need you."

"Ahem! Who would have thought that sothing like this would happen while I was away for a mont?"

"What the heck?"

The person who appeared from the shadows was Cordell McNeil.

People were saying things like they were surprised, but in reality, there was no one around.

The beauty salon remodeling work was just beginning.

By the way, what was this old man trying to say by popping out again?

"But why did you shout 'just a mont'?"

"Oh, recruiting people. I think I'd be good at that."

"Yes?"

"Weren't you trying to recruit the daughter of a baronet or a knight?"

No, how would you know that when you've never said it out loud?

As I looked at him with a bewildered expression, Cordell smiled aningfully.

"I also have a really good instinct when it cos to ladies."

"Aha! Is that so?"

"Of course. A person who has never been in a relationship is qualitatively different from soone…"

Stop.

I heard a sound like sothing snapping in my head.

I felt like my patience was being stretched to the limit.

Sensing the danger, Cordell McNeil quickly distanced himself.

'That guy is just too quick-witted for nothing.'

I was thinking about whether I should smash the pot with the gavel.

"Huh? I didn't say that with Your Highness in mind."

"Who said what?"

"But why did I feel alive for a mont?"

"It must be my mood. I need to continue the conversation, so co this way."

"No. I'll just talk about it here."

There was definitely so hesitation until a little while ago.

I was thinking, can I beat this guy?

But now it was solidified.

Only by hitting him once would the anger that had built up in my chest be relieved.

"Stop talking and just die!"

"Eww!"

Tadadadada!

As the gavel was drawn and swung, Cordell McNeil started running like crazy.

Of course, with that kind of footwork, he wouldn't be able to escape from .

The distance narrowed in an instant between us.

But it was at that very mont.

"Ten by tomorrow!"

"Hmm?"

"I will bring in people who are beutiful and skilled."

"Is that really possible?"

"Oh, of course."

The sooner people could be saved, the better.

What are you talking about when we haven't even started remodeling yet?

Of course, there are many other things to prepare as well.

If you were to suddenly tell to cut my hair, would I be able to achieve any style?

You need to learn from experts and use good tools.

"Okay. Let just take a look."

"Really?"

"Instead, you should bring in people who are reliable."

"Oh, I guarantee it. You won't be disappointed."

Cordell McNeil said with a pounding of his chest.

And then, all of a sudden, he started whispering sothing to .

"But who is in charge of the beauty salon?"

"It hasn't been decided yet."

"What if I do that?"

"... ."

Instead of answering, I just looked at the other person quietly.

Then Cordell tilted his head.

It seed like he didn't understand why I was doing this.

Why did I suddenly cut him off in the middle of a conversation?

Because I figured out this guy's plan.

"Why? Is there a woman among them who is secretly eting with Sir McNeil?"

"Huh! How about that?"

"Oh my! This guy is for real!"

Bam!

In the end, I broke my promise and ended up smashing Cordell McNeil's pot.

* * *

Preparations for the opening of the beauty salon were progressing steadily.

Vargas was in charge of the glasswork, while Wilkin was in charge of the rest of the decoration.

Since he is the person who decorated most of the Midias shopping district, I trusted him this ti too.

anwhile, I visited a tool workshop.

"It's been a while."

"Oh, you have co? Your Highness the Duke."

"Huh? Why aren't you in the form of a dwarf?"

At first glance, Theo seed like an ordinary person.

But there was sothing strange about his handso face and pointy ears.

"This ti it's an elf?"

"There was no host nearby, so it couldn't maintain the sa form for a long ti."

"So, are you going back and writing about the forms you transford into in the past?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"My disciples didn't really care. They already knew I was a doppelganger."

"It's a monster, so you'd be afraid."

"Since Your Highness the Duke acknowledged it, I just accepted it. Everyone's loyalty is no joke."

" too."

I scratched the back of my head with an embarrassed expression.

I never thought I'd hear such subtle praise from this guy.

Doesn't that an he's lived well up until now?

"By the way, how are the new friends?"

"they're so creative! They've already created sothing like this."

Theo showed a gold shell-shaped piece of tal.

At first, I had no idea what this was.

But I realized it right away when I saw the candles placed around .

"Is this a device that automatically turns off the candles?"

"Yes! You have a keen eye."

"Then what about this?"

"It's a cheese cutter. Just raise and lower the handle, and it will cut into square shapes. You can also easily divide cake."

They were simple but very interesting objects.

It seed like they would be used as often in everyday life as the tools I designed.

"These can be released as is."

"I understand. But, Your Highness?"

"Hmm?"

"It seems there are so poorly made copies circulating on the market."

"Ah, I guess it's about ti for that here too."

There were already tailors who copied my style.

That's why we put a unique mark on the products released by the dias clothing store.

To differentiate it from other products, we use universal dyes.

This really doesn't co off easily unless the clothes are damaged to so extent.

It seed like the tool workshop needed similar branding.

"From now on, we will engrave this kind of mark on our products. Can you do the sa?"

I drew a picture without hesitation.

It was similar to the seal of the Duke of Carriers, but it felt much more streamlined.

In addition, the first letter of Theo's initials, T, was also included.

"No, this is… … ."

"It ans your product."

Theo looked at with wavering eyes.

He was a guy who was oppressed by Adam's power and was always looking for an escape route.

But at so point, he adapted and beca an excellent employee.

How could I not find it pretty?

"I think it's a fair reward. I'll give you an extra 1% of the tool workshop's net profit, so work harder."

"Ugh! Ugh!"

"Don't be fooled. It'll make your nose run."

"Ugh!"

Theo was crying like a baby.

But it was at that very mont.

"The tears of a doppelganger? These are precious!"

Vargas, who had entered the tool shop out of nowhere, thrust a glass bottle under Theo's face.

It was a really touching scene, but this bastard threw the candle?

'Why does it seem like there isn't a single normal person among my subordinates?'

Sigh. I'm a sane person, so I have to put up with it.