What?!? I've Been Reincarnated as a Arachne! (On hold)

Part 6

Siren – First Part

The stagecoach shook and rattled.
My butt jumped off the floor and slammed back down whenever the carriage hit a bump.
Man, humans really are amazing. How can they handle this sort of transportation without even breaking a sweat?
If I were a normal human being, I think my butt would have been in pieces by now. Totally.
Yes, welcome back. The spider monster womanArachne, Arakura Shiori (24), is here.
And if you can remember me as the owner of Arachne Tailor, Shiori Arachne, I would be very much honored.
To speak of my whereabouts, currently, I am on the path leading to the port city, Jiza. To be precise, I'm inside of the stagecoach going there.
For a stagecoach with a capacity of 8 passengers, it was quite empty. Aside from me, there's only a pair of mother and daughter, plus a man in his thirties.
Of the mother-daughter pair, the girl looked to be around 7 years old. Perhaps because she's not used to the horrible shaking of the carriage, she seemed extremely distressed, and it wouldn't be surprising if she started crying at any moment now.
"Mom... Mommy... My butt huuuuurtsss..."
"Endure it. Weren't you the one who wanted to go to the town?"
"B-Buuuut... Uuuu..."
Her eyes were pretty much flooded already.
True, this carriage was shaking terribly. It's a bit too rough for children, I think.
I did want to help somehow... but I didn't have any springs or rubber tires.
If there were at least some cushions... Ah, wait.
I did have them. Cushions.
I put my hand inside the large hemp bag that I'm using to carry around my musical instrument, and started to create threads from my fingertips.
I granted the threads some viscosity, then wove them into a fine sheet of fabric.
Next, I knitted the cloth into the shape of a bag, then shrunk the bag's opening.
Viscous threads would harden and turn into a material similar to rubber after some ten-odd seconds or so. When they do, my air cushion will be finished.
One disadvantage is that the threads I create from my fingers don't last for very long.
After a month, its composition will change, and the fabric will deteriorate.
Well, it's just for the duration of the ride anyway. There shouldn't be a problem.
The threads I create from my butt can last for quite a long time... In fact, it seems like they won't degrade even after several hundred years, so if the cushion I made here is well received, I'll think about adding it to my line of products.
First, let's see how the little girl like my test prototype.
"...Excuse me. If you don't mind, please try using this."
I pretended to take my home-made air cushion out from the bag as if it has always been there, and give it to the mother.
"Thank you, umm, what is this?"
"Yes, this is a prototype for one of our store's products. First, you'll need to blow air into it."
*Pfffffff*... When the girl saw me using all my strength to inflate the cushion, her eyes lit up.
"Waaaaa!! What's that?! Looks funny!!"
"This thing is, *pfffff*... supposed to be like this... *pfffff*... And done!"
Once the bag filled up with air, I tied up the opening to finish the job. It looked like a thick seat cushion that's about to burst.
"Here, this is for you. Put it under your seat."
"Y-Yes... Like this?"
"Right, that's it. How is it?"
"... Amazing, it doesn't hurt at all! Mommy, this is really fluffy!"
"... My, my... No air escapes this bag at all... J-Just what is this made of?"
Alright. The girl's mood got better instantly, so I could consider this a success for now.
"Excuse me, umm, can we really have this...?"
"Yes, please take it as an advertising gift, since this is the prototype for a new product of our store. I think this cushion will only last for around a month, but the official product should last for years."
"Store...?"
"I'm sorry for my belated introduction. I am Shiori Arachne, owner of the Arachne Tailor."
"Oh my... That recently famous shop...? Which reminds me, I've heard people said that a girl who looks just like an angel is running that store!"
"A-Angel..."
It wouldn't be a problem if I were an actual kid, but mentally I'm an adult woman.
Anyone would feel embarrassed if people told them they're an angel, and I'm no exception.
"Oh? Miss, I thought you were a bard like me. Turns out I was wrong."
The man in his thirties talked to me.
The good-looking lady-killer with brown hair was wearing some slightly gaudy clothes colored red-white, and in his hands was a harp.
"There, that thing peeking out of the bag. I haven't seen anything like it before, but it's a stringed instrument, right? I was convinced that you were also in the same trade as me."
"Aaahh... You're talking about this shami-... this instrument? It's just something like a hobby to me..."
"Hobby?"
"Well, something like that."
While giving some vague reply to the bard, I recalled the happenings of last night.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh... Nothing to dooooo..."
I unintentionally let slip a complaint while lying on the bed.
My work is going well, so normally I don't have any free time...
But the problem is that I have nothing to do during the holidays, or when I close my shop for the day.
Since this world doesn't have BL... ahem, light novels or television or the internet.
When I'm not working, I have absolutely no way to pass the time.