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

The glass container for the prototype was finally completed - it was about five days after Cordelia left for the city to contact her.

"So I'd like to call the master to the mansion soon, would you mind?

"Shouldn't I go to the city?

"No. My husband will kill me, so give me a break. … If you say you can't call, think you can't receive it."

After the morning lecture, Cordelia had received basic training in analytical techniques from Ronnie in a newly received laboratory from the Count, not a greenhouse…. The newly received laboratory appeared to be one of the original distances, and was made of two floors above ground and one underground. Was it after it was refurbished? It was in the form of a one-floor studio on the entire floor. It is an easy-to-use experimental facility with chairs, desks, and a washing area on the ground floor.

Father, when were you prepared? My daughter, I'm grateful.

Cordelia was amazed by this gift, which was prepared while not even herself noticed that she had been at home for a long time, just like when she was a greenhouse. When were you renovating, Father? But at the same time, the sense of purpose was further enhanced by the surprise: 'This must complete your father's damp cloth as soon as possible'. Therefore, I was not pleased with the good news just conveyed by Ronnie. If we don't have the equipment, we won't be able to talk about it.

But I had to think Cordelia would be a little sorry if the master were to bring it.

As a cordelier, I wanted to take another look at the streets that I couldn't see last time. Last time I could not walk around the city to the point where I stood down for a moment in front of the workshop and the workshop. Popular goods are taught to the merchants who come and go, but many things you don't know unless you actually look at them with your own eyes.

But Ronnie looked blue in Cordelia's "going to the city" words and shook her head to the side with all her might. So Cordelia also quit wishing any more. It's not funny, but it's not like Ronnie doesn't know why he refuses. The lady's patience escort has to be 'in case', and this time it's not like the last time the Count, who adores his daughter, is going far away. It is also undeniable that his immediate servants are walking in the city, and there is a very high risk that they will be found where they sneak out. I couldn't help but hate Ronnie.

But still, if you can't do me a favor like last time, there's nothing Ronnie won't do either. I say "yeah," but I give it an OK, I feel that way. I pushed through the impossibility last time because I knew that. Because it was really a necessary step to get the equipment.

But this time the desire to 'simply see' is not the imperative desire of the last 'need to see the real thing'. It's just me, so to speak. Cordelia and I are not forced here and Ronnie doesn't want us to hate her, so there was nothing more than giving up. It's too late to say it's because I'm a child. I don't like it.

Yes... I can't say enough. It is not preferable.

It is not the attitude of the child, it is the shortcut to the lady to go by remembering the adult response. So no matter how reluctantly Ronnie said he was impressed by the fact that "ladies don't seem to be capable of out-of-court analysis," Cordelia smiled and relayed. There's no way to say that, even a few more indirect pointers... I would never say that. Anyway, he's the teacher Cordelia asked for. And Cordelia thinks he's probably right. Cordelia can't really understand Ronnie's magic.

When Cordelia uses witchcraft, she generally recognizes and imagines the color of magic. To make it a beautiful color. In an atmosphere where you mix paint with your senses. That's what my tutor taught me. But Ronnie's analysis of teaching makes sense. Apparently, each of the magic that Cordelia perceives as color has the same name as an element, and that combination is going to be used like a chemical formula.

Cordelia was also a rational person in her previous life, so she's not bad at chemical formulas. But I'm not familiar with sudden attempts to manipulate magic in a different way than I've been doing for years. However, magic components are often separated in performing analysis, and the results are tragic in the case of Cordelian sensory magic. I've done the behavior of mixing colors before, but I couldn't think of a way to break them down. Even if we understand that it's just connected like a chemical formula, we can't say that we're going to magically disconnect it and break it down. Still trying to put it into practice a few times...... how many times have you already repeated that you stunningly twofold the leaves with the analytical technique on the leaves in an attempt to cut only the magic?

But even if you can't analyze it, as Ronnie said before, there's nothing wrong with it if you leave it to the magician in Pameladia's arms. So I don't have any problems. But I'm willing to say that I can do more than I know I can do as a cordelia. Beautiful lady doesn't need a weakness - while burning in a slightly strange direction, Cordelia grinned and smiled at Ronnie.

One day, I'm going to do an amazing analysis and show it to you.

"Hey lady, that smile is like running a chill when my husband gets mad at me..."

"I'm sure it's my fault. You call the master more than that, don't you? Better hurry up. If it's still possible today, if it's not possible, please do it this afternoon when the master's time permits."

"Okay. Then I'll put out the use. But maybe I'll come as soon as I tell you. He said he wanted to go into the Count's house."

Sorry if I came here smelling like alcohol, yes Ronnie said it sounded like a prank. Cordelia laughed, too.

That's when I heard Concon and modestly knock on the door.

"Is it Emina? Go ahead."

"Excuse me, Master Cordelia"

Coming in with Cordelia's permission was still Cordelia's samurai-like, voidless Emina today. She told Cordelia, lightly but gracefully, that "Master Vernault is here". And at the same time, "Sounds like a lot of fun, Dili," glanced at the boy's face from behind Emina.

"Oh, Master Vernault? Long time no see."

It's only been five days since I first met her, but since I first met her, I've had no appointment visits every three days, so I think it's been a long time since I last saw her.

"I really wanted to come a little sooner. The challenge was at hand by stating a reflection valve and writing a reflection."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Did you reflect properly?

Next time, we're gonna get out of here so we don't make a scene.

He doesn't seem to be reflecting at all. Vernor shrugged his shoulders and said so.

Cordelia thought the child's potential was horrible because it was now a pure eight-year-old. I guess the mastery of adult facial defeat will make you an inedible person in the future.... Cordelia added a caveat to her head that she had to be careful not to be danced in the palm of her hand.

"Ma'am, I'm taking my seat off."

That's what Ronnie says and gives thanks while Cordelia is stunned by Vernault. Apparently, the only way to withdraw when visiting was to properly exist in Ronnie's head as well. Cordelia said, "Yeah. Please rest in your room," - summarised, "Wait because Vernault will continue to return". It also seemed to pass on to Ronnie, who left the scene with a bitter smile.

"Emina, sweets and... tea is getting something new. This, please."

"I'm in awe, ma'am"

"Then Master Vernault, it's not a comfortable chair to sit in, please"

With humility, Cordelia told Vernault, the laboratory chair is actually a little stiff. It's a well-calculated form without wasting decorations, but the wooden chair is still stiff compared to the skinned sofa. I don't hate it as a cordelia, rather my favorite type, but I don't grasp it on boulders until I like Vernault. But I should be the man of the Boulder Marquis family, sitting gracefully down without complaining, "Is that a Jugris tree? I've never seen a chair before, but it feels good. It was a specialty of Pamela's territory," he said. They know good things even though they are children. Besides, it is quite a study man to say that he grasps the specialties of other houses. Cordelia wondered if people would say this because it doesn't look like it.

"" New tea leaves. "I didn't know the purchased items would reach the lady directly...... did you negotiate with the merchant yourself?

"Yeah, I guarantee the flavor."

"I look forward to that"

"So... what was your business today?

I always come to visit Vernault for sweets and leisure time. Cordelia that I thought would be the same today, but for once I asked. But Vernault had a different purpose.

"I came by delivery today. I want you to write it down because I want to bring back a reply when I can. Well, I'll have some tea and sweets."

"Delivery? Reply......?

Vernault offered a white envelope to Cordelia tilting her neck. It was a simple envelope, with no address or sender's signature.

"What's this?

"Jill to Dili. If you can, just read it now."

Cordelia, who told Vernault so, thought about looking for a paper knife, but opened it using another method that she had come up with. Aim at the end of the envelope and activate Analytical Magic.

Then happy or unhappy, the envelope with the top disconnected due to Cordelia's excess magic was splendidly opened. Out-of-purpose use, but this could be useful.

"Don't use a lot of interesting sorcery. Preliminary magic of decomposition?

"Don't tell me."

I don't want to say it was a failure. Cordelia took the note out of it when she said so.

The note is slightly peachy, unlike the white envelope outside. The next thing I saw on that paper was a petal buried in the bottom right corner of the paper, not a letter. It was a rose. Petals in thin, but fine paper to watermark. It was impossible for Cordelia to imagine what kind of machining was this. But I never thought about it in depth, and I said "beautiful" without thinking about it.

"... well, I don't mind seeing it as a note, but you can also read the contents."

"... it's a bit of a rush, Master Vernault."

Cordelia also dropped her eyes on the sentence, thinking that people were touched because of it.

The letters in the letter were as beautiful as the example and did not look like children's letters. But I can ask what I would have written in a hurry after running a little bit. It also appeared in the text.

"Please forgive me for writing because the form comes off the format first. As soon as I heard Vernault was going to see Master Dillie earlier, I hurried to get the pen.

Cordelia laughed a little bitterly in the letter that began with the words.

Vernault is always a non-apo visit. Besides, even Vernor focuses on reflection (?) If so, Jill, who is guilty of the same crime, shouldn't have time. Rather, he seems to reflect more seriously than Vernault. Then there's going to be no extra time, and if you suddenly write a letter, you probably don't have time.

Now, what is the letter he wrote in that?

'Thank you for the other day. It's embarrassing and impulsive to think back now, and I'm reflecting that the action I should have taken, ignorant of the city, was a thought first. I've been meaning to be calm before. But like you and Vernault, I want to refine it so that I can make sure decisions.

I can't thank you enough, but I enclose the following. I learned from my mother and made it for the first time.

I heard you like flowers, so I hope you care.

………

A very firm letter came for me to say I was in a great hurry. Yes, Cordelia looked inside the envelope again, thinking. Then there was a beautiful peachy rose twist that pressed the flowers with little petals intact.

"Beautiful"

Again, Cordelia said it small. Then Vernor laughed.

"Jill's guy, I cared a lot. He wanted to write more properly if it was true. Well, I didn't tell you."

"I don't hate these letters either."

I really like it better than the letter that goes on before the building, but I can't tell the boulder until then. Because it's impossible as a cordelia to be used to a sentence like this. So Cordelia misled with a grin. Vernault had a similar laugh to Cordelia like that.

"Write him the same as Jill, if you like. I don't think he cares either."

"I understand."

"... Dili is really involved. You can't even try to write a sentence like this. Can you write?

"Because I'm going to live ad hoc"

Cordelia asked Emina to bring a note. Cordelia's notes are not as rare as Jill's, but there are several kinds of light-colored notes. The note soon Cordelia chose an empty color one among them. It has a little watermark painting and is one of my favorites. The same color as the sky the day I told the city. I chose dark blue ink for the pen.

(... letters, I knew I wasn't very good at it so don't be nervous)

I have been working hard to write beautifully, but my natural personality is not suited to writing letters. But I'm going to need letters for the rest of my life. You can't not not not write.

He was also willing to take privacy into account, and there's no way he's going to peek in. He was crushing his spare time with sweets and tea.

Cordelia took a sigh of relief when she confirmed it and began to run the pen vigorously.

First...... which one should I really reflect on?

'Thank you for a lovely meal. I would like to take care of it. Master Vernault tells me to be quick, so let me skip the format, too.

Excessive reflection is not a good idea either, if I may say business. I complained to you in the first place, but not everything I or Master Vernault said is right. Rather, I am overstating it a little when it comes to me. I have no courage like you. Therefore, it was impossible for me to go out and take refuge in a girl like you. I'm sure you looked very good, like the prince of the story, to her helped by it. Even if I were her, I think I felt that way. Still, if it does add to Jill's courage today, let me take the liberty of imagining that he can definitely be a nicer man.

Cordelia also weaved some lies because Vernault told her... I folded the letters I wrote up once into small pieces in an attempt to rewrite them, wondering if they were a little too honest. When I put that away, I tried to ink the new paper in an attempt to write a new letter - a disturbing hand caught it at the edge of my sight and stopped it with my left hand.

"Master Vernault, would you please pull this hand? This is mine."

"I didn't mean to say I overwrote..."

Cordelia protested Vernault with perhaps the finest making smile she could, but Vernault also responds to it with the finest wonderful smile.

"I have miswritten it, so I have trouble getting this to you"

"No, no, it's the first letter I wrote that makes sense and has a heart..." Father said.

"Isn't Vernault listening to the Marquis too much?"

They both have a wonderful smile if anyone else sees them, but they could see foxes and raccoons in each other's faces. Vernault is not supposed to be Cordelia's natural enemy, but Cordelia also thinks it can be enough in non-life-threatening areas.

(By and large, Vernault's ability to think does not belong to an eight-year-old.... Prodigy, is that what this is about?)

But more problematic than that is a single broken letter.

They are puffy and trembling their hands without pulling a single step from each other. If this had been ten years away, the difference in power would have been historical, but now there is still no physical difference. However... there was already a difference in arm strength.

There is a difference between Vernault, who makes strength as a young child, and Cordelia, a young lady.

"Hey, Master Verno!!

"I won't look inside. I'm not going to be so rude."

"... is sufficiently innocent"

Cordelia sighed when she saw Vernor, whom she had already missed. You won't be able to take it back where you grabbed it, and you won't be able to see the lady disturbing you. By and large... slight rhetoric does not change the content dramatically even if it is rewritten.

I knew I had to rewrite it.

Cordelia coughed up one with Cohon. I mean, I need to get my letter back first.

"Dear Vernault, at least put it in this envelope"

"Envelope? Oh, yeah."

"Oh, but before that... I forgot to write to you, so please write to me again. I'll let you in."

"I'll have another extra one if I have to"

"... it's still Keckow"

Unfortunately, the letter retrieval effort was too lightly dismissed. Again, this man, sharp. Bad nature. Yes, Cordelia thought to herself. But as the next head of the Frantheim family, it won't be promising.

Cordelia gave up and gave Vernault an envelope the same color as a note. Even in a pure sense, the text was in the process of being written, but shall I blame Vernault for that too?

Yes, when Cordelia thought about it, Emina just showed up with tea and tea treats.

"It's chocolate cake today"

The beautifully chopped chocolate cake is served on a simple plate. The cake is adorned with a small amount of gold leaf, which, combined with the accompanying pure white raw cream, is simple yet very dishy.

"As always, the sweets here look good. My house rarely leaves sweets."

"The Marquis doesn't like sweets very much, does he?

"I don't like my mother, not my father. He hates it because he gets fat, and as soon as me or your father eats it, he gets grumpy."

Apparently, diet is a perpetual theme for women in this world as well. I thought an adult woman wouldn't be able to eat that much because she has a corset...... I guess the temptation is greater than the tightening. But if so, any detoxifying herbs might come in handy... yes, Cordelia made a note in her head.

"Oh, speaking of which,"

"How are you?

"Dillie said the Count preferred men, but the knights preferred them?

What abruptly. Yes, Cordelia was surprised, but it would be from the pure doubt of the child. Maybe it's from my desire to learn how cool grown men are. Then it would be a little out of expectation to meet my intentions alone. I think so...... Cordelia thought about the general woman's intentions.

"That's right... Hey, Emina. I think knights are generally liked by women. What about you?

But there's no way Emina wouldn't be surprised if she was suddenly told the story in Cordelia's statement. But although she was somewhat surprised, she didn't show how much she moved. She answered cordelia loosely.

"That's right. I'm sure the knights who combine the air of Rin, the power of the martial arts and the polite waist are women's admirers."

"I agree with Emina, too. … that is, Master Vernault. A knight's man is something that even adult women like Emilia admire."

Vernault said, "No, I didn't want to hear the general theory," but Cordelia decided that it was probably from the light and decided not to care. And I said, "Well, if I'm going to say it in my personal preference, I think it's preferable not to lie as a big premise," he said. Not all lies are bad. Cordelia herself has the idea of "things say". So I don't think all lies are evil, but we should keep falsehood to a minimum. Sometimes from the idea that if you need to lie in the first place, you just have to say it from the beginning as much as you can - but that's what a situation makes you think you could die if someone dances to a lie more than that. It's up to Cordelia herself to know the truth. But if you can't lie rather than see through and not see through, that would be most appreciated.

But I don't need to tell you that, so I'm going to answer as cordelia as normal... is it because Vernor seems to have a slight cramp in his mouth? With that in mind, Cordelia tried to get some tea, but there she reached out to Jill, who had been watching earlier. It's still beautiful no matter how many times I look at it.

"... did you like that so much?

"Yep. Roses are good"

I liked roses in my previous life, but I have felt preferred since I was born as a cordelia. The roses planted in the Count's house are so beautiful. But when I look at the garden, I feel calmer than the impression that Cordelia feels beautiful. It's a comforting space… it feels so strong.

That's why I think.

(... one day I'll make rose essential oils too. But... you're gonna need 50 roses worth of petals with a drop of essential oil)

Since this is a conversion in a previous life, it cannot be said that it is the same in this world, but if you want to make rose essential oils, you will need a lot of petals. For example, even lavenders with lower oil collection rates than peppermint obtain about 1 kg of essential oil per 100 kg. But roses have about twenty times that amount of flowers. It would be nice to have a little more modest amount if I were to use it by myself, but still, I'm not saying that just one drop would be good. Besides, the problem is breeds.

In the previous life there were two kinds of essential oils for roses. One is the essential oil of the water vapor distillation method called Rose Otto, the other is the essential oil called Rose Absolute, which is taken from the method called the grease adsorption method. Both are expensive essential oils, but Absolute is the more expensive essential oil.

Rose Otto used Damask Rose, which is said to be the most aromatic and precious of more than 20,000 species. The latter rose absolute is a flower called Cabbage Rose, which also has a gorgeous aroma.

Based on this information, Cordelia examined various literature and also asked the tutor to procure it… it has not yet been possible to find the applicable rose. These days we have also come to think that maybe there are no roses of the same kind in this world.

But if we're going to do a rose study on a different breed, we're likely to have to collect roses of different breeds in hundreds of kilometers to a ton. Besides, if Otto is an absorbent anyway, the method of collection changes... I honestly can't even imagine how many petals would be consumed in this case just by experimenting with equipment making. Even if it's not the same at all, if there are flowers with strong aromas that are suitable for essential oils, I would never have crossed them - just thinking about them is a long way to go.

It would be nice if at least scented flowers could be found early.

"Why are you looking so hard?

"No,... one of these days I'll need a lot of roses, so I was hoping I could make one in the rose garden"

"Rose? I think if you're a rose, you'll have to tell Jill."

Cordelia tilted her neck to Vernault, who said so.

"... is Jill familiar with flowers?

"Uh... no, I know Jill's mother a lot better than Jill does. I also have flowers that aren't on the market because I should be focusing quite a bit on improvement research"

"Flowers not on the market?... I think that's very amazing, but if that's the case, you can't say you can get it."

If it belonged to his mother anyway, it would be difficult for him to give up the research phase. I'm not as close as Jill is, so I can ask you to do it.

In the first place, it's hard to imagine that we're growing large quantities at the research stage, and we don't know if we can even try them.

But Vernault doesn't seem to care about that either. "I think that's the kind of momentum that you can develop yourself if you say you want Dili," he said to Cordelia that he doesn't understand very well.

"How many roses do you want?

"Right...... is the amount between a few hundred and a thousand kilos? What I want is a rose that smells stronger than color."

"Shh... Huh!? What do you use it for, such an amount..."

Because Vernault said, as somewhat distracted, "I also think it's quite a lot. I don't know how much you'll be spending, either," Cordelia continued.

I'm studying the ingredients of flowers.

"... oh, you, you're enough to come to the magic tools store. You're gonna rip off a rose?

"I won't pull it off, but I'll take every flower petal."

Yes, Cordelia said, Vernor roared.

In the meantime, I thought there was a mix of voices that said, "I knew that's what Dili wanted," but Cordelia didn't dare pinch words. Because it's Vernault talking to himself anyway.

"... Well it may be difficult in a year, but if you find the variety you want, you can also increase it"

"But if it means it's improved, there's nothing I can do about adding more varieties that I want, right?

For Cordelia, the difference between roses is more aroma and essential oil than appearance. If it is to be improved, it should also depend on color and shape, and Cordelia finds it difficult to specialize in its own important items. But when I pointed that out, "... well, you don't have a problem," I get a reply from Vernault that I don't know very well yet.

"… I have asked you not to have any problems earlier, but why are you trying to cooperate so much?

Besides, Cordelia catches on around that Jill, not Vernor. Then Vernault laughed, "Can't you see?," he said provocatively, looking lightly at the example.

I saw that. Cordelia came to the conclusion that "... apologize?" and possibilities.

"If you're sorry, I just followed Lord Vernault's instructions, so that's not enough to bother you."

"Not... well, no. I'll ask Jill. I wonder if there are any varieties that have a strong aroma."

"Sure that helps..."

I don't feel refreshed because I feel like I've been molested. I didn't mean to sell you any favors, but you're supposed to have made a big loan? If so, thank you...... I rather get in trouble. Cordelia, who felt no need to hide that feeling, turned her expression as it was to Vernault, but he never seemed to care.

"By the way, what time does Dilly want that?"

"... in the course of six or seven years, if possible, right? The sooner the better, the better."

If we can get to work on research, it's decided that it's better to be early.

But at least I rarely use it at the moment. Various good effects can be obtained from scented oils, but if you are not careful how to use them, you may be adversely affected by the effects that are too great. A young body is more than that. Cordelia knows as knowledge, even if Ronnie's analysis is still there. Therefore, it is not a problem to say that the goal for the completion of rose essential oils is until adults.

However, if it is possible, Cordelia would like to reveal it at the age of sixteen, who welcomes adults. It's my favorite place to get the most attention… and I want to welcome you with a fragrance that I want you to leave as my impression. Besides, the "cordelia” in the game looked good on the rose. Whatever its character, there is no mistake that she existed in the way she looked best.

So if it's possible, Cordelia wants to create scents just for herself, not for spreading the word about roses.

But Vernor tilted his neck at the answer.

"I thought you were in a bit of a hurry to tell me you wanted it, but it's a long time.... Well then we'll figure it out"

"But Master Vernault, I am never forced to crave. I'm going to look for it myself, so please don't ever ask Master Jill to force you."

"I'm not trying to push you. Oh, I don't mind a cup of tea. I'm done for the day, too, so I'm going home."

"Oh, you're early."

That word from Vernor, which is always long as Cordelia, was unexpected. Every time, it is Vernor who at least replaces the tea before returning. The new tea leaves I just purchased today seemed to fit Vernault's mouth, but he had never controlled Emina, who tried to brew a second cup. Unusual.

I thought so. Vernor seemed to notice Cordelia's gaze. He said, "I have to take it home to Jill, who's got a long neck while he's squirming."... It may be true to see Jill, but Cordelia felt that what she was saying seemed appropriate. Of course I didn't tell you.

"Speaking of which... what is Jill like?

"Huh?"

"Me, because I don't have much interaction with people my age yet. Friends of Lord Vernault... or relatives?

Vernault tried to open his mouth to my question and once it was closed. And after a prolonged voice of "uh..." I cloud the words "friend, I think it must be..." It is too suspicious an attitude. I even feel slightly closer to a rushing elementary school student now, always for the sake of an unworthy attitude of the year. That's suspicious. Vernault and the others look like nothing else.

When I saw how Vernault was doing, I thought Cordelia might be hiding that Vernault didn't fly. For example...

"... Could Jill be... a woman?

"Huh?"

"I thought you were in the middle of a meeting with a man dressed as a maid to avoid prominence..."

It's an impossible story if it's normal, but it's not even an unlikely story if it's a Vernault opponent who plots patience on his own... Maybe. Though it was an idea as a cordelia, I even felt like it would stick the most when I spoke to my voice. Cheng Cheng, if you were with someone you like, maybe you don't want to tell me. I guess it's embarrassing.

But with that in mind, as opposed to Cordelia, Vernor slowly distorted his face.

"I'm not kidding. Jill is definitely a man."

"Oh... really?

"Admittedly, it's a neutral atmosphere."

- Werneau, who sighed all the way, left to say, "See you later."

"... you've done a good job."

In the end, the only information I got from Vernault was Jill's gender and Vernault's friend, and I didn't know where he was going to say it. But at the same age, we may see each other again, and it may not be something that must be taken seriously. It is only a matter of concern why Vernault hides Jill's identity so much.

(Though he never looked like a bad person -)

Is it a better opponent to be a little vigilant? Cordelia ordered Emina to call Ronnie with that in mind. And I sighed small in the room where I was alone.

I'm never saying I hate Jill, but I really have to be on my guard.

(Not that I want to doubt it)

Cordelia feels strong at times like this. Because I have memories of my past life, I am disgusted by the fact that I am present, but I can't honestly see people from the front because of those memories. But you can't abandon this idea.

I had initially thought about avoiding my own death in the first place, because if I did not avoid my own death, I would also invite the fall of the Count's house.

(I'm the one who triggers it, though it's an excessive idea to protect it -)

I don't know what will get me hooked off the road. I just wanted to be careful, and there's no way I can live without a doubt.

"Although I can't deny the status quo that I do enjoy..."

Okay, trouble. Cordelia laughed bitterly as she thought so.

I'm never going to be interested in Seasaw games. But it's nice to be in a space with important people around you. That's why you live every day at your best. To stay alive in this space. And to be a beautiful courtesan.

"That's right. So... first, we need to check the master's glassware."

Coming to this world, perhaps for the first time Cordelia returned the dishes to the cart with her own hands. I can't say I'm not lost. But I'm not going to stop.

Because of that, Cordelia stopped thinking about Jill. So I couldn't think of anything more than "someone to pay a little attention to".