Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～ (WN)

My name is Ishma Ishmel Pameladiah. He is the third son and second son of the Earl of Pameladia family, a knight belonging to the Second Kingsguard. I was my youngest son long after I was born, but since my sister was born eight years ago, I have also become a brother. By the way, the only brothers and sisters with a middle name are me and my sister, Cordelia, but there's a reason for this. Simply because I had a major illness dying in early childhood. When a child wanders the frontier of life and death, there is a bad habit in this country of associating the name of the patron saint with the name of the devil. By the way, the patron saint is determined on his birthday. It seems that everyone used to have a middle name in them from the beginning, but in the course of the "trouble writing on paperwork," nowadays nobody rarely has a middle name in them unless they get terribly sick. Not zero, but at least not on my friend.

But for that reason, it's something with a middle name in it, so it's easy to tell that a middle name is an experience of serious illness. But it will not be detrimental. There is no such thing as having a middle name in it = sick or weak. I get the impression that Ning Luo "the strong child who beat the disease". Especially in the case of the aristocratic child, which seems largely so.

For example, Cordelia and I, two of the four brothers and sisters, have a good chance of having a middle name, which is why the child is dying in a family lineage, but it's not surprising if you look at it publicly. The aristocratic child has many cases of magic. And highly magical children are more likely to be attacked by the devil. That's because the body suppresses magic, so it can't stop the erosion of the disease at its best. So there are many cases where you can actually use strong magic if you even beat the disease.... Well, my brother is very strong even if he doesn't get sick. In my brother's case, I guess it's because he's only physically capable.

I was twelve when Cordelia Ena Pameladia, my sister with that middle name, was born... and to be honest, I felt sorry for her.

I never imagined my sister would be born from my parents who couldn't even flatter me, but I could still imagine without thinking about why she was born. It would be the condition of a prince's counterpart born about six months ago. If you were a man, you'd be an alumni, and if you were a woman, you could possibly be a queen. I even thought it was impossible otherwise. I'll tell you more than once, my parents aren't close.

I think I was twelve years old when I was cold, but even my children are educated enough to understand it.

I sympathized with my sister, who was born that way, and I said, "At least a man would have done it." I guess the future has already been decided because I was born into a woman, even though I would still have had a future to choose for myself if I were born into a man. Aim for the queen of the future, there is no way you can be. Anticipating that these words alone would raise her, she wondered if she would live a rather boring life. If I can't be sure, I'm just going to be hit terribly cold, he said.

Well, I never thought it would be a fun life then either.

I still didn't know what it felt like to be boring, but I didn't know what it felt like to be fun.

I am the second son, but obviously I was treated differently than my brother. On the surface, they have the same education, but it's only a “spare” atmosphere. I've never felt as expected as my brother. I just didn't think I had a choice. My brother is a man and more responsible than I am for that. I don't want to be in a responsible position. That's why I don't envy my brother's position. I enjoy some freedom for that matter. - I tried not to care like this, but it's not like I've never thought of my brother as resentful. My father has two brothers who are much better than me, and I can't keep up with my witchcraft. One way or another, I resembled my mother, and it was at an early age that I intended to defeat my brother one day, but, well, only at an early age, yes. I realized earlier that there was no way my father could beat my two older brothers.

In the same way, no matter what they say about 'prodigy', in the following words, 'but you seem invincible to Master Cyrus'. What a comparison to my brother, otherwise, 'I would have been even more awesome when I was a young lad of Master Elvis' can be compared to my father's. Then I'd say it wouldn't be a prodigy, but this is becoming commonplace as a public assessment.

So when Cordelia was born with Pameladia's blood in color, I felt sorry for her. On the other hand, I thought she was my sister and I helped her. Because if she was a man, I would have definitely been a chunk of inferiority.... Well, I still have a lot of inferiority, but I don't want to be an inferior brother by my younger brother. It's tiny pride. But such inferiority basically keeps my nature out of the table. It's too cool to let it out.

That's predominantly behavior and speech -... right, maybe this tone too, for example.

I also originally used only aristocratic aristocratic manipulations and language when I was a kid. That's all I knew rather than that. But while I was out in the city collecting information and working along the border, I found myself 'easy' in words, deeds, and actions. I've heard that good, physically stained practices are hard to come out of, but "Easy Me" was a light percentage tame to me. That's how tight it got. But I can't put that on the table. What a sloppy Kingsguard knight you are honestly not in good shape. The friendliness of the world may also be important, but at least it is not an element that is needed by knights from Pamela. I want to live in peace. I don't want to touch my father's scales.

So I usually play The Ideal Young Knight.

That never breaks down at home, of course, in the castle. It's about time Pameladia left all of herself behind and stayed in a tavern under the castle. I've never been thought of as a knight in a liquor store because of something unusual. On the contrary, even though I didn't say it from myself, they think I'm a 'flow gambler' or a 'bard'. Gamblers, on the contrary, even card games said it was a level I learned at the tavern, but I seriously thought it was funny when they thought it was too realistic a profession. It makes me feel easier to think I'm here without falsifying my heart. On the other hand, at the same time, I want to go into the paradox of falsifying me, who is inherently a nobleman, but all this couldn't be helped by me. Because you can't break both of you.

... and, well, leave me alone.

Almost simultaneously with the birth of her sister, her father was trying to educate her to marry her to the royal palace in the future. Quick enough, I hired a new resident tutor. As a result, my sister was educated by a lady from when she could speak.... Is it too soon? And I honestly thought,

Well, so my sister had more restrictions than me from a young age, a little on par with my older brother, but she didn't look like she was in pain because that's all she knew herself. Is this what you call unfortunate luck? As young as she was, she remembered her sister's quickly, and the samurai and tutors were constantly praising her as if she would overwhelm everything in the world.... but I saw that. I honestly didn't think too much praise was a good idea. I do know that when I look at a cute kid, I want to praise him, and I know that he'll have to praise me because he's actually smart, but it's not too good to praise him. I could grow up on a high-flying car in the future.

But the parents who are supposed to stop it won't even let her go and look at it, so whatever happens to her future will be their responsibility. I thought that would be good if the firepowder didn't come down on me at best.

I don't know why I won't stop... because I also had a little trouble purposefully saying it because I didn't have a lot of time to study and train, and at any rate I can't talk to the tutor my father hired me to do it even though he didn't say anything. Besides, my brother is indifferent (Cordelia went into the dorm when I was a year old in the first place, so I barely met her face), and my sister also seems busy just starting to represent my mother at the same time as her social debut on my sister.

Well, I don't think I can do anything where I pity the poor puppet, either, so I thought it'd be better not to come close. When my sister turned four in the first place, there was no way I could do anything because I joined the army and left my parents' house.

Because this was the situation...... I never imagined my father was delving into my daughter when I returned home to my parents when I enlisted in the Kingsguard.

My father apparently intends to hide what Derek is doing, but to be honest, Cordelia has ruined it all. I have no offense to Cordelia, and I guess I can't say Father strongly because I'm a hundred percent favor, but I want to say it on behalf of Father. Cordelia, your father is never the one who buys kids sweets. So don't thank me with a full smile. My father says, "Oh," but I've never had one like that, have I?

... I knew what was going on in the meantime, so I immediately asked my butler, Benjamin, which apparently prompted Cordelia to make an adorable statement to my father about shortly after I left the house.

I was worried about my sister. I thought he was going to be a little devil in the future.

I think it must be absolutely true if you are doing it unconsciously, and if you said it consciously, it's still bad in nature. I really want to suspect you're a toddler.

But my concern is that Hans, an old butler who does his father's chores, told me about Cordelia, "I'm very curious, especially when you seem to like books, and you often cage them in the library." And I was also told that I was making the tutor panic because it was something that often asked questions from a non-professional genre of tutors.... Apparently, my sister is not being selfish, she's just a chunk of knowledge and growing up.

My sister, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, had acquired courtesy as a little lady and had grown up to be a child who was smart enough to talk to me almost equally, although the young rhetoric would remain. A visitor said, "A boulder is a lady who looks a lot like the Count," but this is what happens when she looks like her father? Terrible. There won't be a kid early to get mixed up in a tax debate. Was this also the case with my brother? In any case, my sister was already no longer a regular warrant lady.

But even when I say that, I still call myself a young child.

My sister, who prefers books, also observes plants in the garden if forgiveness is obtained. And the way it looks is quite interesting. I'm observing butterflies with my eyes rounded, or just looking around to see if anyone's around, and then pulling a petal, to give her a year-to-year response that doesn't suit her normally. You don't know I'm observing from upstairs, but I felt like I was watching a small animal.

Something else, when I try to go on a long ride, I look at it with envy, but I don't want to see it. So I thought, "Are you coming too? 'I don't know what I heard - but at the same time I said it I regretted it. Inviting her on the same day is not a matter for my sister to judge arbitrarily, and even if I told her in advance in the first place, there is no way my father would give me permission so easily. I couldn't snort because I thought so, and I reflected that you asked me a pathetic question - but I didn't really think I'd be taking my sister on a long ride later. Hi.

Besides, the letter from my father, "I'm sorry if something happened to Cordelia, so remember," had a vibe like, "I just want to take you if I have time." Scary. Really scary. Father is too busy because Father is too good, and it's not my fault at all.

My father was a young man...... that's why he was injured in his right arm sheltering His Majesty the King before he got married. So I quit my knight because I couldn't do the street thing until then and turned to a civilian (which I didn't seem to intend to stay in the castle, but there are rumors that it was the result of being pulled away), but honestly, I still maintain a level beyond the reach of a normal human being. I think that's why the knights around here will be defeated by my father with one left arm. Father, you're right-handed, right? You're not gonna believe this. But it's not half as strong as that. Plus, only martial arts bore the handouts, and witchcraft never faded... you know what I mean? That's right, even I'm strong enough to honestly cut the odds of winning 30% of the young promising stock. Seriously. Well... I definitely don't want my father to understand that I'm thinking about that.

And well, there was such a scary letter from my father, and I let go of my silence again where I was slightly expecting my sister to change her mind if I could.

I would have found out if I had worked my head off a little bit that my sister hadn't met her mother.

I'm not like my sister. I see my mother. And then she looks at me and says, "I'm so glad you don't look like him." My mother has met my mother's sister-in-law as well as mine, but I have not met my father's sister-in-law.

I don't think your mother hates your father... But you look obsessed. So I keep my distance even when I see a brother who looks like my father. I wonder if it's because my father is still associated with me. Because when I met my older brother in the hallway, his face was only slight, but his complexion changed. It has been so since childhood, but when I entered adolescence, I was speechless. So I guess I can tell my sister the same thing. Rather, as far as my sister is concerned, I haven't had a conversation since childhood because I saw my brother grow up... well, my sister is adored by my father, unlike my mother and other brothers, more than that, so as a mother, it's possible that I don't care very much about eating.

I know you can hang your own approach if you want to distract me, but do you even think it's possible to hang it from a woman?... That's not what the mother who married her uncle said. Well, it must have been a problem for a father who wasn't interested in romance to give it a little credit.

But that's all I have, so normally if I work my imagination, I'll know that my sister hasn't met my mother, but I couldn't match that with my adorable sister, who's trying to stretch out a little differently than my ruthless father or brother.

I panicked and deluded and left the scene behind, but I wondered what my sister would do if she told me she wanted to see her mother. If you want to see me, I can make you see me, but I'm afraid of my mother's reaction then. I don't want to do anything to hurt you if I can. So we have to make sure you don't feel like making contact somehow.

That's what I was thinking, but my sister I met the next morning didn't say that at all.

I enjoy the long ride, I want to go here, I want to collect plants here, so I want to ask my family to come back for the carriage later. I just said that, and I didn't even think they had ever talked about me and my mother yesterday.

That's very convenient for me, but on the other hand, I feel uncomfortable.

'Cause I can't forget my sister, who gets mixed up in economics, can I?

If you don't really care, that's fine, but on the contrary, I felt like I was making you care.... what are you going to do with the toddler, me?

Well, in any case, you don't shake that topic from me.

I called out to my sister to leave just for my convenience.

My sister was so excited about my horse with black deer hair, white nose muscles and socks. Clever, beautiful, says his sister. I'm not wrong about the word beautiful, but my horse doesn't seem smart. Smart. Of course I didn't say this.

My sister was surprised at the height of the horse she rode for the first time, but never said she was scared because she had the courage to do so. Instead, he looked impressed. I thought this would be convenient and I looked at it with some horse speed up. I really like this feeling of cutting the wind, so if you're not scared, I wanted to let my sister taste it. This is how my beloved horse runs, I like it.

My sister looked surprised at first, but seemed to start enjoying herself immediately. Good. And this kid, he has a good sense of balance. It would be the first time, I was putting it on and it didn't get in the way at all.

The mountain where my sister said she wanted to go was also relatively close to the king's capital, and for the sake of the mountain there were few demons out there.

I took the reins off my beloved horse and gently stroked his back. Then my beloved horse went out to play too. My horse, who comes back with one finger whistle, actually likes to play. I sometimes observe how it goes, but today I'm first and foremost my sister's escort. You can't leave, and she seems to have a purpose, and it seems impossible to take her to whoever wants to go with me. I was watching my sister behave, thinking I didn't have to ask her for her first favor.

My sister took the weed in her hand and was not afraid to smell it, tilt her neck, or try to activate the magic she would have remembered.

He seemed unconscious, but his family's eyes were none other than mine, so he also seemed to lose more shoulder strength than usual. It's always a little cramped to have people's eyes, even though they're used to it.

"Did you find anything good?

I called out to my sister, who smiled happily at the distance unexpectedly.

Then my sister turned to this side of her face curly.

"Lavender is blooming. Mint over there. It's much more glorious than what arrived at the house. That's good morning time."

With that said, Cordelia said, "This is Lemon Balm... you're Melissa. Step on it...... Look, brother, the scent is so fragrant!" He reported happily.

"Early mornings also have the most magic to live in the grass. And Cordelia is familiar with plants. You want to be a scholar, too?

"To scholars? I'm afraid scholars can be smart."

- Yeah, Cordelia. You're smart enough. That's what I thought, but I didn't say.

Perhaps I could say a little more if it seemed illuminating and humble, but Cordelia just waved at me like hell, so I thought it seemed pathetic to say something more than this.... and you're cute in a hurry, my sister. Even normal is cute though.

But a little further away, he said, "Brother, it's amazing! This one has a sage!" and tells me the name of a new grass.

I wondered if she liked grass much longer.

Originally, Pamela's magic works well with grasshoppers, so it's no wonder she's interested. But a flashy flower in sight...... not like, for example, a rose or a casablanca, my sister who is just interested in weeds looked a little strange. That's what mint and melissa are just green grasses similar to lawns. Whatever the poisonous grass was, I didn't know why I was interested in it. Me, normally, I've never known Melissa before.

By the way, I'm also very familiar with poisonous grass. Even if it's not my father or my brother, I can use Pameladian plants and magic magic. So purifying poisons to the best of its power is a specialty. It is possible to tailor even weeds that are not inherently problematic to quite a bit of drama, depending on the object. It is a fact that I do not intend to abuse, but I will never say anything but one gate. - No, I wouldn't say to one gate, it wasn't oral, but I'd notice somehow if I could normally use magic, this magic.

But, well, I have the honor of saying that I want to show my older sister what a brother looks like.

Neither do I know anything but poison grass, and this forest is much better grasped than Cordelia.

"Come, Cordelia. Unusual, I'll show you these mountain flowers."

"Is that true?

"Oh."

That's how I stopped by. I hugged Cordelia and took her to the fountain just a short distance from the spot. My beloved horse also comes to visit the Garden Springs, where the sun shines and the water shines.

And around it...

"Calendula?! Brother, you are Calendula!!

Yes, my sister was blooming like a flower on Shagu Street surrounding the fountain.

Calendula, said to be a flower of the sun in this country, blooms only in certain seasons when it is brought back to the whole city, but in this mountain it blooms all year round. I think it's probably because of the magic wave, so if Pameladia tries to grow it, it'll be possible all year round.

More than that, I was slightly discouraged by the sight of a hidden ball and the name of the flower. My brother is amazing, Cordelia says... I even wanted to tell him the name of the flower if I could.

Well, if you're happy with it, that's more than anything.

"My brother is amazing, you look like a doctor!

This is what they say in the first place, so I can't tell them to feel bad enough that they knew the name of the flower.

Apparently, he could have kept his brother's majesty, and the result would be Aurai.

But my sister.

Why try to pile up so much grass in our carriage, which has just arrived and was arranged to carry the load? What do you do with that stuff back home?

Besides, every soil around me, every root... "I think I'm going to ask for some round-trip because it's not enough yet"... what the hell are you going to do?

Even if Cordelia brought back some of the grass that Cordelia had instructed him to do, he would soon regenerate it. It's a weed anyway. Quite gutsy. So there won't be any mountain problems, and I don't think it will increase on its own where it's brought back to the King's Capital with less magic - why bring it back?

But even if I were to ask, Cordelia would say something new, "Maybe chamomile...?" And they're attracted to the new grass, so I don't have time to ask.

But, well, let's just say it's good. I'm sure he's doing something funny, and as far as I can tell, it's not dangerous grass. Maybe there's something I can come up with because I'm a kid with a lot of imagination. And.

"Thank you to your brother for today, I will definitely look forward to it"

What a lovely thing to say, because as a brother, I couldn't think of a grown-up response other than to snort and stroke your head.