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

A few more days after I got to know Vernault.

Cordelia talked to the chef about Rosemary.

If I could get Rosemary in raw condition, I'd be able to make it a better dry thing than what I'm currently getting. So I want to get it somehow. And I want to grow and increase. And I asked him to use it to cook the best dishes.

The chef accepted this word, which can also be taken as an over-consciousness, so to speak, of a small child, without interruption.

And in response to Cordelia's expectations, he promised to get stock from outside the country.

Actually, the chef I've only seen dry rosemary seems to have gotten herbs in raw condition once in the past. But it was a matter of magic, or that it withered quickly without rooting well. As a result, he revealed to Cordelia that there was a bitter past that gave up its nurturing.

Cordelia decided in her heart to complete an absolutely quality dry herb once Rosemary's stock had been obtained, to this word.

Even if you don't have to look at the rosemary you get now and the cordelia of previous life, it can't even be crude with the class' well, 'or' something like this'. The drying itself is normally made to avoid mold, and there it is normally made. But not normally. The magic that exists in this world is clearly shredded and falling. If magic had been preserved, it would have turned out better.

But maybe it's Pamela's eye, too.

The chef said rosemary enough to eliminate the odor is something that lives in the West. The one in the east says the scent is thin. If the scent is even weaker, it is also planted in the north of this country, he says. Is it because of the cook's enthusiasm? Cordelia was delighted.

"... So, I'm sorry, could you get all three Rosemary stocks: the West Country, the East Country, and our Country? Our country's rosemary is never inferior either, for example, because it may be fine just because it wasn't dry well."

"Shall I be left...?

"If you don't look at it, you'll see, but I think it's best to compare them."

…… A lot of it will be difficult, but I think one or two shares... will get the percentage faster "

"Okay, please. I look forward to eating your dishes better than ever. Without good material, it's like killing your arm."

While talking to the chef like that, Cordelia relieved herself that she had been promised access to the stock. I think it is somewhat unfortunate that the number may be small, but I immediately reconsidered that if I could get it, there would be no problem. Rosemary also makes it possible to increase stocks. You can think about it in spans for several years, including nurturing. Even if western products are still good for cooking, it is possible that their own products are more convenient for aroma. So if you can get both of them, then what you want more than that is luxury.

(... but there are only three types of rosemary, right? That means that there is a kind that is not in the book, or there really isn't one and you need to improve it yourself....... that sounds tough but funny)

And after finishing his conversation with the chef, Cordelia tried to return to her room, but along the way she witnessed Ronnie coming to the main building with many books from a separate building. Since analytical magicians who work for Pamela rarely show up in the main building, it is unusual to say that they will find him in the main building. From holding the book, I could see that he probably rented a library magic house.

Thank you for your hard work.

"Ah, lady.... How are you feeling at a time like this? You should have asked."

"Thanks for noticing. But I'm fine. Take it easy."

"That's sweet of you to say."

Ronnie can't be polite like Master Sorcerer said, and he doesn't show any care about it.

But I'm not saying I'm a rampager, I treat books politely and I'm actually pretty clean. Cordelia, while talking to Ronnie a few times, said from Ronnie, "I used to talk to the Count like this even before I decided to get a job, isn't it amazing? I think it's a good time to get hired, 'he also heard. The only thing Count Pameladia wants from a magician is his skill.

"Compared to that, it's hard to be noble. It's not just meritocracy. It's a hassle to be polite or something."

I still remember the words Ronnie said then well. It also made me feel strange to be told that purely, not Yami. But Cordelia couldn't snort entirely, even with some agreement. Courtesy and outside hearings are like a kind of battle suit for a nobleman, so it's not a relationship that you can cut and let go of. If you want to be a lady, you absolutely need it. Besides, if you have a weapon that can be equipped, you should have a little more. The position of Cordelia is that you don't know when or where what will happen.

But I'm not at all willing to push Cordelia's hopes to Ronnie in front of me. Unlike Cordelia, who I think needs courtesy, he doesn't really need courtesy. I just think it would be useless if Cordelia, for example, told me that I had to wear what I thought was unnecessary. So I don't feel uncomfortable. However, I don't think Ronnie and I can ever get out in public. That's more than worrying because "Cordelia actually uses these words and has this mindset," purely because Ronnie has a concern about being able to say something of a kind that is publicly described as apathetic to his aristocratic counterpart. You can't take any trouble, in the first place.

Ronnie also says, "I'm sorry about the average aristocrat."... I mean, it doesn't seem normal for him to serve the Pameladian family though.

"The lady's request is coming to an end."

"You said it was tough, but you're working pretty fast."

"Oh, I'm not out of my hands. Rest assured. If anything happens to your daughter, the Count will kill you."

I don't know if you're out of your way or if you're serious. Ronnie said, "I'm going to the library, and the lady?," he still invited the servants to Cordelia in an unparalleled manner. I was going back to my room, Cordelia, but I don't have business. That's why I rode Ronnie's invitation. He has some questions to ask.

"Hey Ronnie, I want to do a plant analysis myself on all of this, can you do it?

"Wouldn't you be able to? Maybe."

"... quite lightly, I'll put it mildly. Is that true?

"You won't be able to do it now, though. If it's just toxic or non-toxic, add the poison knowledge of the world, increase your knowledge of the attributes of magic, and then refine the reading of the plant's magic circuit, and you can do anything.... Lady, please open the door, I'm blocking my hands."

"Yes, go ahead. …" If it's just ”?

"When it comes to predicting 'how it affects the human body after processing' like I did this time, that's not the end of it. Without expertise, it's hard. And even if you have the expertise, whether it is non-toxic or not, even if you know the active ingredient, you don't know exactly how effective it is when you use it. I actually looked at what I had made, looked it up... and after that, I figured there would be some personal differences, so I guess I'd need a subject."

With that said, Ronnie headed to the bookshelf. Cordelia knows what to say. Chamomile, for example. Although the Chamomile plant does not have an anti-allergic effect on itself, an ingredient called camazulene occurs during the distillation phase, so that the anti-allergy is exerted when it becomes an essential oil. The point is, there's a chemical reaction going on. This is if a good action is produced, but vice versa. Cordelia didn't even dare tell herself what kind of processing Ronnie would do, but she probably approached and explored it from various sources in magic. Besides, I think it's not just the chemical formula that tells you to make that assumption, but also the magic. That would double your effort.

As Cordelia pondered that, Ronnie returned the book and continued the words.

"Nothing, I can teach you, Analytical Magic."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Well, my abilities as a teacher may be terribly low, and I'm not saying I'd get to meet a lady if she wasn't good at analytics."

"... You said it so easily earlier, but now it sounds terrible before you start."

"I'm sorry, I'm honest, but I'm more of a negative calculator."

Ronnie says he doesn't think it's bad at all. Cordelia thought once again that he was a neighbor's brother in a floating atmosphere. Nevertheless he is a helpful being. As a servant, I don't think it's ever a praised word or deed, but it's very valuable to be able to advise Cordelia.

"But as far as I'm concerned, I don't think you need to remember a lady's analytics. There are quite a few professionals here, and I don't think amateurs should bother wearing them. 'Cause there's also a division of roles. Being able to do it all alone doesn't necessarily help."

"For example?"

"That's right. For example, if a lady can do everything by herself, we can do less."

"... that's a mistake. Ronnie, your original business will be separate. This is an extra job, isn't it?

"Boulders are ladies. But as far as I'm concerned, it's more interesting than business, so if I can, I'd like to maintain a situation where I'm away from regular business in front of the building."

That's what Ronnie laughed at. The book was already cleaned up.

"Would you like to go back to your room? Greenhouse, will you go? I'll send it to you."

"... it sounds like it's supposed to be a thankful word, but now it's because you want to skip it. Could this be the result of an earlier conversation?

"Haha, I guess so"

That's what Ronnie said without hiding it. Cordelia shrugs her shoulders too when she sees Ronnie like that.

"As I was saying... even if it doesn't apply to this case, I know you're right."

"What are you talking about?

"It means you don't have to be able to do everything by yourself. On a case-by-case basis, but whoever did the research over the years, there's a chance that a young man like me could make a decision on his own and keep going unaware of the mistakes in things... right?

"No, I was thinking purely of me."

"... oh, yeah"

Apparently Ronnie is honest enough to correct it to a good point if he says so well.

It's a lot harder for Cordelia to live with an honest expression than it is to be polite. That is not only in this world, but also in previous lives.

"Ma'am? Is there something on my face?

"No, I was a little envious of you."

"... well, I can't give you anything, can I?

"You don't have to have anything.... than that, although he said the analysis was almost over... do you already know if it's toxic or non-toxic?

"Oh, then it was non-toxic. However, for normal use by healthy people,"

"Thanks.... I'm going to the greenhouse. Please continue your analysis."

With that said, Cordelia left the room before him when he put one candy ball on Ronnie's palm.

"It's honey candy from Beryl," Cordelia said. Ronnie rarely thanked me and hid his joy. Honey candy from Beryl is quite expensive. It's an advanced snack.

Cordelia, who rescheduled and headed to the greenhouse, began to plan fully for the extraction experiment of essential oils.

First of all, it's the type of plant that extracts essential oils, but this option is more unlikely than it was originally. The plant that Cordelia was able to refine the oil as it stands was a peppermint choice. There are three major reasons. One is that the mint has more refining of the essential oil relative to the quantity than the others in hand. And the second is that wild mints still live in the mountains a lot. Therefore, it is possible to start over even if the failure overlaps. And the last reason is the appliance problem. If mint is used, a reasonable extraction method is water vapor distillation separation. This makes it possible to assemble simple equipment in Cordelia nowadays, and it is not difficult to gather anything other than herbs with distilled water.

The water vapor distillation separation method contemplated by Cordelia is the method of pumping water vapor into the herbs placed in the distillation kettle and vaporizing the essential oils contained in the leaves to obtain the essential oils. Since the essential oil lightened by vaporization rises in the kiln with the water vapor, the vapor containing that essential oil is cooled through the coupling tube. Then the cooled water vapor reappears as water. The water obtained at this time is aromatic distilled water (floral water), and the membrane on top of it is essential oil. Incidentally, aromatic distilled water also contains minor components of essential oils, so it can be used alone or as a lotion.

"Even when it comes to appliances... I just connect the glass container to the coupling tube"

Cordelia, who has been borrowing some easy-to-use flasks and glass containers, starts combining with Tekipaki to go. First place something like a mini lamp, which is a heat source - if you say so in previous life, the alcohol lamp looks just like it - and a triangular flask for putting distilled water on top of it. Then plug it, stab the coupling tube for sending water vapor and connect it to another sealed container - the part that becomes the distillation kettle. Yet another coupling tube for escaping vaporized steam from it - this time Cordelia chose a swirling type of glass tube - is stabbed and allowed to crease into something like a slightly longer, thin beaker that puts in cold water to cool the steam through the tube. The beaker has just about a hole where the tube falls out, and the tube through it eventually leads to the liquid dispensing rot.

If the water vapor travels along this opportunity, we can safely obtain aromatic distilled water and essential oils. Cordelia breathed as she finished assembling the instrument. However, since this is a simple thing, it is still a little short if you want the level you were dealing with in your previous life. Even if the temperature can be adjusted somehow, there doesn't seem to be a culture in this world that measures pressure, and from that point of view, we can't help but feel that Cordelia is "not enough". In this world, however, there are magic powers that have not existed in previous life. Even if it's not all the same, Cordelia thinks we can find a way if we lose our greed to make something great.

Incidentally, the method used to make it out of nuts in this world is the pressing method - mainly used to extract it from the fruit peel of lemon and orange pricks, literally using a centrifuge after pressing it with a machine such as a roller. Unlike the water vapor distillation method, you can enjoy the scent of nature because it does not add heat - it seems to be done in a manner close to Although the format seems somewhat different, it should be suitable when using fruits such as lemons, so Cordelia intends to look into it in detail soon.

"Now, take a break..."

"Hmm, this is the lady's work."

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. Surprised?

"... Ronnie, you, why are you here?

Cordelia, who suddenly appeared and almost screamed at Ronnie, managed to indulge in it and asked him.

Was it because I was passionate, or I didn't notice his appearance at all.

"Hey, the lady seemed like she was going to do something, so I figured she'd come and see it. Did you start the experiment because you found out it wasn't toxic?

"... I didn't even mean to start... well, shall we use the prototype once? Ronnie, would you bring me quite a bit of distilled water and ice?

Copy that, sir.

Cordelia, who saw Ronnie leave, hastily decided to make the material for the experiment. Distilled water and ice are always stocked because this house is a convenient object and there are many magicians who carry out experiments.

We saw Ronnie leave the room and Cordelia decided to hurry up and get ready to start the experiment. The first step is to create dry herbs. The reason for drying fresh herbs is simple, and if the leaves have excess moisture, the extraction doesn't work.

Originally, the creation of dry herbs usually binds the herbs in small amounts and hangs them in well-ventilated areas without direct sunlight. If we do it professionally, we do a variety of things, such as find out when the leaves contain the largest amount of oil, but today we have a discount around them. Because Cordelia can use methods that are not common. Pameladia's magic can shorten the time. I am equipped with the art of making dried flowers with garden flowers and my own magic for this experimental day.

Pameladia's magic can amplify the power of the plant itself or encourage rapid growth. But of course there are limits. Especially when it comes to growing, it squeezes away a lot of magic. That's not why we can't do it, but if we pour magic into Endless, for example, so that he can repeat the harvest in a wheat field, instead of depleting the magic of the surgeon himself, he could lose his life. However, the necessary magic power to wither away as opposed to growth is negligible. So Cordelia repeated the practice of withering even beautifully. To the extent that the harmony of the garden was not lost, of course, but at the same time it was dried and magic poured into it, he acquired the technique of saying that he would complete a dry flower that maximized the properties of the plant. I can now make dry flowers that smell good without any difficulty.

But this is also the first time I've done such cordelia in mint. So I'm still nervous. But in contrast to Cordelia's tension, the dry herbs are brilliantly complete. Due to the combination of witchcraft, more vibrant mints were placed in the kiln than normal dry conditions. Just then Ronnie, who finished using you, came back.

"Welcome back. I'm ready, too."

"Are you steaming this dead grass? What the hell is the lady going to make?

"Essential oils. - I'm going to make a very good scented oil."

"Perfumed oil? From this dead grass?... instead of shredding the fruit? Oh, so I was analyzing this grass?

Cordelia smiled bitterly at Ronnie for her honest reaction.

"It's okay. If this is the mint I know, it can be done, and it can be a lot more productive than that fruit that's inefficient."

"... I thought you were seeing if you could eat exactly, me. I thought it was going to be a drug."

"I'm sorry, but you didn't ask, did you?

"That's right..."

But Ronnie still looks "incomprehensible".

Why steam the grass and try to get such a thing? He looked like that, Ronnie, but he said, "... well, that's fine. You won't have an explosion," he said, releasing a truly honest statement. Cordelia started overheating while smiling at him like that. After a while, I smelled the mint safely around.

This scent is nostalgic for Cordelia, but it seems to be the first scent Ronnie has ever really smelled. But the atmosphere did not react badly. I didn't expect such a strong scent from the dried grass, an unexpected reaction. Cordelia almost got a little better at it, but that cordelia herself was going to be a little surprised afterwards. As I went through the distillation for quite some time, the first thing I did was separate it into water and essential oils… the amount was higher than I expected. Because the amount of herbs prepared was not large, there is almost double the amount of essential oil that could have been confirmed.

(... some kind of magic worked?

The temperature should be moderate. There's no other reason to think of it. Is the feeling crazy because I haven't seen it in a long time? Or is it the difference between this world and the world before it?

But this seems to be good news and troublesome. If it's similar but different, it's nothing more than something else.

(Thanks for saying I can take the amount... but if I don't ask Ronnie in earnest for this, I can't measure the effect of essential oils. If you don't think carefully about adjusting the concentration, you can also think that the irritation is too strong.)

But it's never just bad to be able to do things differently than you imagined. Experimenting is very interesting for Cordelia. Can you make something more attractive than fruit oil? There is no alternative to challenging the subject.

Yes, Ronnie asked where Cordelia was about to hoist the edge of her mouth, "... this is... this supernatant is what the lady wanted".

"Yep.... supernatant is important but water will be important too"

"Uh... for now... the lady mixes this with carrier oil to make perfume oil, so..."

"Yeah, but we have to find a moderate concentration first when we're done distilling."

"Surely this supernatant is too thick when it comes to use....... I see antiseptic and anti-inflammatory action, but it may be said to be too intense and harmful. Well, it's close to my business to identify the level of harmlessness, and I can help you."

Cordelia was surprised by the words. Ronnie is too good to see through some of that nature just for a moment.

"Thank you for your very reliable words."

"No. I'm pretty familiar with plants if they're poisonous too, but trying to make cosmetics is nice and fresh"

... Boulder is an analytical magician of Pameladia. It's a really disturbing word that contains the words I said sayin ', at least not the words I say to my young child. But Cordelia didn't have to laugh bitterly either, as it is a competent statement as a Pameladian escort.

"This is really amazing, lady. … but why can't you instill magic during distillation?

"Huh?"

Cordelia tilted her neck, wondering what that meant.

He continued his words relaxed as he leaned his neck against Cordelia, who tilted his neck.

"Because of your daughter's magic, you were increasing the vitality and magic of the mint at the same time, and the heat is doing the majority of it. When we vaporized, some of our magic magic was peeling off together. It's thick enough for me, but without it, I think I can leave the aroma, magic, and its effects even after more processing, right? So if you're going to make something really good, you have to use magic to protect it when you heat it up."

Cordelia was surprised by Ronnie like that with a difficult face. He had just uncovered the effect at a glance earlier, but he wasn't just watching during the experiment, which meant he was definitely deciphering the magic movement in a casual way.

Cordelia, taught by Ronnie, once again prepared the mint and tried to instill magic as a new challenge... but that didn't work. I can't even try to send magic over the glass toward a sealed container containing herbs. I can't pour it out. When I frowned, the magician said, "Is the magic and glass compatible with the plant worse than the magic of the lady......? This could be tough," he said in a solitary manner.

The magic compatibility with glass and plants sucks. Cordelia had her head troubled by that fact. Because I had no idea that a wall like that would stand. However, glass is attractive in order not to mix impurities. Not that I don't have any other candidates, but the glass is the most suitable tool I've ever seen in a magician's lab. If in the first place you say that magic peels off but only for an increased amount, and some of that is still there, then maybe you are able to do something at least close to the level of what you were dealing with in your previous life. That shouldn't be a bad product. But - it's a shame to give up "I couldn't" lightly, even though there's a chance I could make something better because of it. It is against Cordelia's creed to compromise when it comes to being in a good environment.

Cordelia thought again, silently raising her hand toward the flask. And I breathe, and once again spin my consciousness over the magic in my body... but I felt the magic out of my hand bouncing back into the glass again. Do we have to look for other ways? Yes, it was when Cordelia felt it.

"Ah. Yes, ma'am. If you're a magician's experimental tool shop, you might have the magic of a young lady through glass."

Ronnie told Cordelia as she remembered.

"I'm an artisan making experimental tools for magic, but I'm making instruments that are familiar with the magic power of people who use them. So maybe he's also making it easier for me to go with the glass. There may be a flask in a pan, a flask in a kettle, and a sealed container because I probably handle magic experimental tools."

"... Is that expensive?

"... well, if you were to buy it for your own experiment on my salary even in a flask, for example, it would be worth a lot of hesitation. A magician who can mold glass is rarer than a magician who makes essential oils. Well, maybe not more rare than the Count who hires me in this way of speaking."

Cordelia thought of the number of gold coins she had in Ronnie's words, who said so mixing jokes. If it is enough, I would like to buy it even if it is somewhat impossible.

"Can you look at it and decide if I can use it?

But I can't talk in case it's something I can't use. As an aristocratic child of the same age, I am confident that I hold considerable assets. But Cordelia rarely gets the cash. Sometimes a lot of supplies can be bought directly if you talk to your father, and he rarely exchanges them in cash. Even the cash we have now is just what we get in kind when we learn the units of gold.... Well, it was a lot of money just to learn credit.

So any cash that you want to keep at all important to Cordelia makes you hesitant to run to buy as an element of uncertainty. Most of all, I'm sure my father would buy this if he told me he wanted it... as he's already had a pretty good investment. I can even ask for more myself.

On Cordelia's serious look, Ronnie also put her hand on her chin and roared one.

"It's hard. I want to go to the store and try it, but I can't try it because my own magic is different from that of a lady. If you put" probably, "you can tell, but you're not sure."

"But I bought it but couldn't use it, then I can't do it. … I would like to confirm one thing, can I touch it if I go to the store?

I have a chance, but I can't reach it.

Cordelia, who I thought was teething, understood early on that the simple solution was to "go for yourself". And I understand that there will be no other solution. But there's no way a magician can understand Cordelia's thought circuit like that.

"Well... no way, lady, are you willing to go? You're kidding, right?

"If you didn't see if my magic would penetrate the product, you wouldn't know, would you?

"Well, I don't think my husband would forgive me."

"Boulevard wouldn't even consider the danger. Or isn't the location of the store a boulevard?

"I don't like it, I don't think permission goes down on the boulevard either...... it's Craftsman Street in the west. I don't usually say it's insecure, but there can be a lot of hustle and bustle. So noble is not the place to go in on your own, really."

Damn it, it's dismissed. Rejected.

Cordelia deliberately sighed at Ronnie, who shook her neck sideways with that momentum.

"... ok. Okay, Ronnie."

"Yes."

Cordelia said away with a full grin, dealing with an obviously relieved look mage.

"City girl my age… or come by noon tomorrow to see the clothes worn by the sorcerer's apprentice"

"Yes?!

"I'll be right there to pick up the bill. Can you do it, please?

"No, no, no, you can't!!

Ronnie, who is turning bright blue, finally screamed.

But Cordelia didn't have the option to say she would bend her claim, even though she thought it was a little unfortunate. So I gave him a normal look and kept pale about the claim that it would not be possible for him to be normal, as I would say for granted.

"If nobility goes, it will stand out. I don't think we should do this."

"No, you know, lady, whether you have clothes or not, your husband's forgiveness..."

"Your father won't be able to return from the realm until the day after tomorrow. Have you forgotten the Lord's plans?

"But"

"It's only tomorrow."

With a serious look, Cordelia puts verbal pressure on Ronnie.

If you say something like, "But if you can't confirm the Lord's intentions, I won't agree with you," there's no hitter with Cordelia. So I have to say something. That's what I thought.

So even Ronnie took a breath and stared at him wandering around as he tried to utter his words.

"... I get it. But put some minimum escorts on it. I can protect you if you want, but if you stop controlling me, I'll kill you."

Yes, Cordelia softened her expression to Ronnie, who held her hands up as hard as she gave up. But what I hung up on were two conflicting attributes: labor and chase.

"Thank you, but I can't escort you. Your father will find you, so please protect us while we do our best... No, I expect you to stay out of trouble in the first place."

While I felt sorry for Ronnie, who was dripping, Cordelia was even less willing to withdraw her words. Besides,

"... I expect a special reward."

There was a little resentment. There were sights crossed, but this magician is also a Pameladian. It just doesn't get up, because it's a twat that combines such a nature -.