The Awkward Mrs. Margaret

"Is this the place...?"

Since there was still plenty of time and the arrangements afterward were rather complicated, Manus went straight to the address Feilite had given him after returning home for lunch.

It was a narrow, two-story residence in Cornwall. On either side stood renovated Muggle high-rises, while across the street was a bustling stretch of shops. The house looked almost as though it had been forgotten by the world amid the march of progress...

"Hello?"

Manus turned toward the source of the voice. It was an old woman carrying a basket with a bouquet of flowers inside.

"Is there something you need here?"

Manus's gaze lingered for a moment on the scarf covering the old woman's head before he nodded in greeting.

"Hello. I'm looking for Mrs. Margaret."

"Looking for Margaret... Well, that's unusual. How come I don't remember this old woman knowing a young, handsome fellow like you? The last time a stranger came looking for me was sometime in the last century, I think."

Mrs. Margaret looked Manus up and down.

"Ah-ha~ Little John's handiwork? He always loved making these flashy things, though quite a lot of people did like them. How did he tell you I lived here? Could it be that he couldn't make the clothes you wanted?"

"Mm... You could say that."

Under Mrs. Margaret's puzzled gaze, Manus smiled.

"What I want is a piece of clothing with magical effects. Or rather, I want to know what materials are needed to make something like that."

Among the materials Feilite had mentioned, Manus already knew that fur and hide from Magical Creatures could be used. However, he was somewhat interested in the dyes used for coloring and drawing.

Besides that, Mrs. Margaret's headscarf seemed to be neither dyed wool, linen, or any similar material,