#72. The Wedding Venue That Rose Into the Sky

#72. The Wedding Venue That Rose Into the Sky

Ruluen von Waldemar stared blankly down at her hands.

The meat soup's effects were truly incredible. Energy returned to her exhausted body, which had seemed ready to collapse at any moment, and even her headache vanished as if it had never been there.

But getting healthy didn't change this godawful situation.

'Twenty formal outfits for giants. Three hundred for orcs……'

Ruluen gritted her teeth.

Even if she worked the Central Continent's hundred finest tailors to the bone, human-sized scissors and sewing machines were nowhere near enough for a job on this scale.

These were clothes for giants fifteen meters tall.

Even preparing proper fabric was impossible.

At this rate, she wouldn't just fail to finish on time; she'd have to pay double the contract penalty and see a princess's dignity dragged through the dirt of the North...