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

To the best of Cordelia's memory, Ronnie certainly should have said that the master of the magic tool shop would visit the mansion in the afternoon. Ronnie was making a statement at that time to the effect that 'forgive me if my master comes smelling like alcohol'. But I wonder what that means. The magic tool shop owner who showed up at the promised time and is now in front of me was completely different from the look Cordelia saw the other day. Specifically, he wore a pitch-black robe, bound his hair in one behind him and dressed as a magician... which meant he was a beautiful figure. Naturally, it didn't make me feel the smell of alcohol at all.

What Cordelia wants to sue after all - that is, "it's someone else".

"Thank you very much for making our workshop your home."

Cordelia says to the master, "Thank you for the difficult request." I can't wipe the discomfort of something that answers reflexively. That seems to have been the same for Ronnie with me.

"Master, what's wrong? It doesn't look good."

When the master heard Ronnie say something like that, when he caught Ronnie's root, he kept holding his head down and said, "What are you talking about to the Count's maid!," he shouted in a low voice. Even whispering sounded good enough to Cordelia... apparently he was a "common sense man” even though he tried to stir up booze in the store from day to day.

"Master, don't worry. Ronnie's always like this."

"But Dear Cordelia... this guy,"

"It's good. He stands on his arm. That's enough."

That's what I said, but the master said something yet. But I said more than that. It was Ronnie who said so.

"What is it, Master and lady are rude. You mean if the Master also told you to come to the Count's mansion during this time, you would still like to go!!

"Do you think I believe you're telling the truth in that situation?! - And I'm sorry, Master Cordelia."

"It's good. Which, more importantly, is the glass container?

"Yes, that's here..."

Saying so, the master offered a glass container in front of the cordelia. Was the glass affected by magic. It was not completely unemployed and transparent, it was slightly peachy glass. Cordelia decided that the coloring cause was the effect of magic because when she touched the glass, the movement of magic that resided inside her clearly changed.

"Then let me confirm"

Cordelia put that glass container in the appliance she had already assembled when she said so. And put the mint inside the container. Distilled water and cooling units are already ready, so all you have to do is add heat and pour magic into them.

"From now on, the Master will see if my magic will reach the herbs in this. But I hope you don't have to say anything else about what you're doing."

"I'm in awe"

"Okay, here we go."

Cordelia lit the lamp and started overheating when she looked at Ronnie. Eventually, steam slowly emerges and moves to the distillation kettle. So Cordelia lay her hands on the glass container to deliver her own magic to the mint. And look out for the magic that flows within you. Then, strangely, the magic did not have to be poured out, but moved as if it were sucked into the mint by its own will. There is no sense of magic coming out of the glass, and the power is absorbed into the glass container lightly.

It's like the water runs down through the glass naturally.

"Wow... bouldermaster. What, this is a completely new type of tool?"

"I didn't know what kind of passage to build because it was magic I'd never seen... but it was after an enforcement error. …"

In response to Ronnie's question, the master answered as he exchanged subtle tails. Cordelia smiled a little bitterly about it. You don't have to be so nervous. But this glass really suited Cordelia. But if I were to say that, I thought the master would be extra nervous, so I thought I'd say it for an opportunity, not today. But this glass container can make you laugh. Instead, it can provide a steady magic supply to the extent that you can afford to go around that kind of thinking. I think I can refine this while having a simple conversation. With that in mind Cordelia asked the master.

"How much money do you want?

"No, I'm fine with the money. However, I will take it from my next order."

"I don't need money, what?

"In fact, I was able to develop a product that would sell very well in the process of creating this glass container. It's a lamp, but the influx of magic in a different way changes the hood as if it were a wave. … this is also a coincidence that could not have been done without Cordelia's request. I want to thank you for your service."

With that said, the master handed Cordelia a a list that he had prepared, "The next time you requested it, we will accept it at this price". Prices vary depending on the size of the glass. In addition, the price of the lamp was noted at the bottom. Perhaps this is the by-product the master was talking about earlier. This neighborhood was funny to Cordelia backwards with the "if you want it" stance.

"Okay, thank you"

"No, thank you for coming."

"What I'm doing right now is an extraction experiment with the herbal ingredients, but I'll need a vial for storage later. May I ask for that, too?

"Also, of course it is......! For a detailed meeting, please contact Cordelia."

"hehe, thanks"

Funny how the master's nervousness is a few steps different from the other day. Cordelia was observing with that in mind, but the master was also observing the Cordelia experiment in wonder at the master.

"Is this experiment a preaching from a foreign country?

"This is a new experiment in the young lady's idea. It's amazing."

Instead of Cordelia... Ronnie, who pinches his mouth before Cordelia answers, praised Cordelia as confidently as she did in her own way. To the point where I would like you to be a little modest, at least as a cordelia. Embarrassing. But Ronnie didn't praise him, he just seemed to say it without really thinking about it, and went on to say, "... I heard the honourable folks prefer to follow precedents, but you're not," the master said, "I wish I'd changed my mind. I thought the aristocrats were tough, didn't you?" and said something grandly rude.

"Watch your mouth, Ronnie," the master says, grandiose.

But that is also what Cordelia is used to. “'Cause it's Ronnie.” I'm so used to it. It wouldn't have happened if a boulder told a noble visitor to do this, but fortunately, Ronnie knows how to get away with it. So there is no problem. It happens all the time. So I affirmed Cordelia without blaming her.

"I don't think Ronnie's words are wrong, though. I'm not familiar with aristocratic society yet, but from what I hear, many people don't like anything unprecedented."

The master looked surprised at the cordelia he affirmed. Cordelia continues her words with a smile.

"Things are going well, no matter what it is in the first place - or few people bother to explore it another way when they're not dissatisfied. But it doesn't have to be noble or not, does it?

"... Master Cordelia sees things quite calmly."

"Don't be so calm."

"Be modest. The boulder is the Pameladian lady, isn't it? Dear Cordelia, the time to bring something new into the world is a business opportunity. Like my lamp this time. Good luck with Cordelia's experiments."

“Of course that's what I'm after," Cordelia said.

I have a young look... that's the advice I can get because I'm actually Cordelia, who is eight years old. This time it was a matter of knowledge, but knowledge as a merchant does not exist in Cordelia. So I may be able to teach you a lot of business in the future. Cordelia just grinned.

But it was Ronnie who once again voiced the energetic weather "uh" next to such a cordelia.

"Oh well. Right."

"... Ronnie?

"No, the master is amazing, too. I didn't think about that, but the fact that a lady succeeds in her business could ruin her money in the future, right? I'm so excited to see what the lady uses her profits for. Sounds interesting."

"... sounds interesting?

Cordelia frowned not knowing exactly what Ronnie was trying to say.

But Ronnie smiles and keeps spinning words.

"Because the greenhouse, the experimental building... the dress, the jewels, the lady's things are bought by her husband, right? So I guess I have what you want. Aren't you very interested in what a noble lady wants with her newly acquired wealth? I'm putting it in a safe like us, but funny, but the lady wouldn't do that, would she?

So I laughed at Ronnie, and the master embarrassed me, "That's a bad taste," he said. Ronnie immediately argued, "Please tell me you're honest," but Cordelia also thought that she certainly couldn't say she had a good taste.

But more than that, Cordelia stuffed the words.

"With the wealth gained, what do you seek...?

I was naturally thinking about making a profit. Increase market share at once with fragrance oil with reduced distribution prices. And connect with leading aristocrats and get information. Introduction I set that as a goal. I naturally thought about raising revenue. But what I craved is information only. I was hoping I could negotiate fragrance oil for weapons. But I didn't even think in detail about what to do with the benefits that come into being.

Ronnie is right, everything you need is always aligned by your father's hand.

Gems, dresses and shoes are arranged for merchants to come to the mansion when they feel they want them. Experimental tools can also be borrowed from the Sorcerer's Building. There won't be so many exceptions like this one. Even if there is, there should be enough profit.

(… because that's money I can accommodate,)

But when you think about it, it's also hard to find an answer right away.

For example, there is no use in paying for what has been given to the father so far... But that would not be desirable. It seems as if he is trying to use the experiment that he was able to start with the help of his father as a single person, or as an imitation of pushing the gift back with gold. Above all, it would be an unlikely choice given the position and pride of the Count.

But when it comes to considering other uses, I can't imagine how much profit it would make in the present situation, and the essential oils themselves are at the experimental stage in the first place. I'm still ahead of me in becoming fragrance oil. It is difficult for Cordelia to come up with a draft plan with an unknown budget.

(But if you can get a lot of money - I definitely want to use it in a way that only nobles can meet expectations, maybe)

I understand that Cordelia and I were born as nobles, so we were able to start this experiment as well. So it is good to use it and what it can contribute in some way as an aristocrat. That makes Cordelia want a new goal, a direction to aim for, because it can be a big mess.

But what is a contribution as a nobleman? Cordelia snorted from the beginning of her thoughts. I'm too oblivious to the situation in the world in Cordelia, where there's only knowledge in the books in the first place. The common sense of the nobility is beaten - but it is difficult to give an immediate answer as to what nobility is in the first place and how it differs from the common people. I don't know much about the outside world. So when it came to clarity, it was impossible to measure what it was like to be a nobleman.

Of course, Cordelia didn't tell us anything about nobility. Teachers, for example, teach "a dignified identity that is a loyal minister to the king and an example to the people". Therefore, they are revered by the common people, and they claim many rights. But then there are too many aspects of Cordelia that I'm not convinced of. I have not pursued it in depth because I have tried to avoid arguing with the tutor in order to secure experimental time, but what is the example of the people in the first place? What is the nobility that the people set an example for? The term 'loyal minister of the king' is also difficult to understand without specificity.

I don't want to doubt it as Cordelia, who has also asked me to help her search the literature she wants, but lately my own tutor has actually begun to suspect that the procedure is not very good, except for behavioral practices. It sounds like you're saying it like you're leaving something you've heard somewhere, or you're saying it appropriately abbreviated without remembering it. Especially if you're going to assume the worst, you're serious, but Cordelia hasn't been taught the status of a “nobleman” who can snort in any case.

(What's certain is that the privilege was granted to a person using an identity system maintained by blood.... but that shouldn't be all)

I can't make it a clear word because it's not out in the public, but I don't think that's the only word that keeps the Paramedic family. Some are as casual as tutors and Ronnie, but the Pameladian servants are basically not just serving, they're doing their best.

"Hey, Ronnie. What do you think of the existence of a nobleman?

Just convenient, Cordelia asked, thinking so. Ronnie is definitely an exceptional among servants. But I can't even imagine him giving the same answer as a tutor. There must be some aristocratic image in him as well, as much as I would like to see the unique use of aristocracy. That was the question I thought, but Ronnie tilted her neck strangely.

"Ma'am, that's not the person to ask the question."

With that said.

"If you want to hear that, you have a senior."

Cordelia finally understood what he wanted to say to Ronnie, who went on to do so.

Noticed of Ronnie's remarks, Cordelia is currently facing her father. Count Pameladia, a “big senior"...... Elvis was doing his territory job at home today, so I asked him if he could get in touch after that through Hans, the butler. Cordelia asked Hans to let me know when it was too late, but her father replied, "It's always the same," and the visit was soon to come true. However, it seems to be busy as always. I also felt sorry to have you take the time out of that, but I still didn't have the option of not asking.

I just wanted to get an answer from Ronnie, not just Elvis, as Cordelia. What you get from Elvis is the way nobles think nobility is. Since the tutor is also a daughter of the aristocratic class, I also wanted an answer from a purely non-aristocratic class...... Ronnie said, "I don't like it. I'm embarrassed!! I said," He didn't answer.... What the hell do you say is embarrassing? Either way, Cordelia is now pinching tables across the street in Elvis' private room.

"So, what can I do for you?

Elvis put a word on Cordelia that was not affectionate when it came to the conversation of his long time father and daughter. But Cordelia also knows very well that even if Elvis has this attitude, it's normal operation, and it's not grumpy or anything.

So Cordelia never asked her will.

"What is nobility?"

Elvis responded instantly to the Cordelia's words.

"Aristocrats are rulers."

The answer was too honest and unadorned. Besides, if you only listen to the words, it also sounds like you're accusing me. At least not the words of those who lead the prestigious Count family. But without worrying about Cordelia's state of confusion for a moment, Elvis continued.

"Therefore the nobility is responsible. Responsibility for supporting the country and keeping society at peace. Those who are obliged to pursue their ideals under their righteousness… that would be nobility"

Once the word was cut, Elvis looked straight at Cordelia. Cordelia held her breath unexpectedly and felt tension running on her spine. The atmosphere is different than usual. “Count Pameladia” is here, that's what I felt.

"Assuming there are no inhabitants in the territory, it will be just a meadow. But the inhabitants live there, creating wealth. The territory may be considered protected by the people. Therefore our nobles must protect the lives of the people."

Just pale.

"Few of the nobles work for righteousness and falsehood, and tease vanity. They're the same as animals. If you can't always be truly proud of yourself, all you can hold is dust."

Elvis to say pale, but the voice had a definite weight on the words. I guess it's not just the tip of the mouth because of the heavy atmosphere it carries in addition to its voice color.

"… what kind of ideals does your father have"

Cordelia asked, curious as she should have seen it for years now, starting with 'Father Who Is Aristocrat'. But because Cordelia pinched her mouth, Elvis' wrapped air softened slightly.

"Ideally, far away. I can't talk about it in a short time. I am now thinking mainly of reforming the agricultural land of the Territory."

Having said that, Elvis stood up and handed Cordelia one bunch of paperwork he had loaded at his desk. Cordelia, who dropped her eyes on that bunch of paper, ran and wrote, but confirmed that there were beautiful letters in a row. The patriarchal handwriting shows comparative materials such as the fine nature of the land, proposed improvements, and crops of similar land. When you turn one sheet of paper, the next thing that comes up is the waterway design. Experimental proposals for transferring atmospheric magic power into the water using waterwheels are also described. Many names of researchers of plants and geography were also written down.

"... Pameladia territory has many of the main streets at the time of the transaction, and the way urban areas flourish would also be at the top of the list in this country. The mountains also have a great deal of magic, and the quality of the wood is first-class. Grades of crops are also high. On the other hand, however, the efficiency of crop harvesting cannot be said to be good. It is a land pattern that is large but therefore surplus, but it would not be strange to have more harvests."

"Previously... when you were a predecessor, for example, didn't you pay much attention to the fields?

With the magic of Pameladia, which is compatible with plants, is it possible to choose the right plants for the soil or to improve fertilizers, including magic?

But to Cordelia, who asked, Elvis unexpectedly opened his eyes and then narrowed them thinly.

"That tutor... at least seems to be extra incompetent when it comes to studying. Didn't I tell you what Pamela was made of?"

"Oh, that."

"It's a good opportunity. Let's talk a little bit about the history of this house."

To Cordelia with that said, Elvis began to talk roughly into Pamela's history.

Pameladia was a former horseback riding nation who lived in today's territory long before the nation was originally formed. From that time on, a strip of land was a crossroads of East-West trade, but the land itself did not flourish in such a way that it was very thin and could not help rest its horses. But the chief clan of the horseback riding nation was originally a people living in the meadows, specializing in growing grass trees.

"... the clan used its power to improve the land so that even the crops grew around it. It has taken generations and has increased the variety of crops it grows. Eventually people came together from outside the horseback riding nation, and the clan of chiefs ruled the land as lords, both in name and in name. It is later assumed that even the lush green mountain forest became a territory, almost the same size as today's territory"

"I mean... now, even if it's not enough from your father's point of view, it's enough land for a clan to be recognized by the people."

"Oh. The improvement doesn't seem to be just a story from a long time ago. Historical contemporaries have also been there, but that has also lagged behind for the last hundred years or so. At least my predecessors don't seem to care."

I see. Is it to say, in a bad way, that the previous generations were sitting in the glory of the past? I knew I had met him in a horseback riding nation, but I had never heard of anything like this. It was also the first time I had learned that the magic of Pamela had inspired me to build a city and improve people's lives.

Elvis' voice says, "I'm sorry," to Cordelia, who can go around his head all sorts of things about what the hell the territory is like.

"Sorry, but I don't know what my predecessors thought. And I don't want to understand what my predecessors thought. I don't feel the need to think about it."

The last thing Elvis said to cut it off was that Cordelia felt colder than ever. Even the eyes that were supposed to be warm seemed as if they were freezing.

(... speaking of which, you could have looked like this when your father slapped you)

The first day, the first time I rebelled against my father - the day your father set up an attack that he loved. Cordelia felt like she looked like this at the time. Five years have already passed, but the air is similar.

The former lord and his wife… Cordelia also knows that Cordelia's paternal grandparents are already registered. However, given the circumstances of his father, who had not previously heard the story of the Lord, it was understandable that it was probably not a very good story. Maybe it's a taboo story more than a mother.

"... but it is also a noble statute that beauty alone keeps us from talking. Cordelia, you should remember that too. We need strength to accomplish our purpose. Power does not appear obnoxious or exaggerated. But sometimes it's necessary to show."

"For example… should it be a night club?

"There's also that... the greenhouse I gave you, for example - that's amassing Pamela's skills and knowledge. If the viewer sees it, he will fully understand the power of Pameladia. It is such a gift of skill that the Queen is so impatient to see… it is also a testament to the power of Pamela"

(... eh, queen?

I suddenly felt Cordelia's ears hear words that caught on quite a bit during the serious story. But naturally, Elvis's story will not be interrupted.

"Sometimes if you are seen as powerless, you are insulted and forced to do extra work. Perhaps you should remember. It's probably too early for you anyway."

Elvis' expression was somewhat softer than earlier. Cordelia was somewhat relieved by the look on his face. It's not like I'm ever going to turn a bad faith on my father. It's going to be compassionate... I think so myself, but Elvis' expression was so cold earlier. Are we going to need a mind that won't move even in this situation to cross in a noble society from now on?

Though I thought it was a somewhat difficult challenge, Cordelia gave Elvis a grin and a childish grin when she first said what she could do now.

I can run over the age of eight myself. But I'm not even good enough to rush to the Count of Hundred Wars. But it is only in its present state, and it is not meant to be so. Until you wear it if you need it. While suppressing that feeling, Cordelia told Elvis.

"I'm not as young as your father thinks I am."

"Right."

In the end I can also feel the answer from my father was somewhat abstract. But as a philosophy... I don't think Pamela's owners understood the direction to be taken. It would also serve as a reference for the standards of action I take. But for Cordelia, at the same time, the problems for me came to mind.

"But... I'm not sure I can be like your father."

Understandable as a concept. Except if you're asked if you can always be right.

In particular, Cordelia's consciousness was taught that Elvis had created so much faith in his own nobility that he could speak without precipitating himself, and did not come out of his own insides.

How far can you penetrate consciousness that you didn't create yourself?

But Elvis kept his hand on Cordelia's head, saying such cordelia troubles small. It was a very big hand. And say.

"I only answered as an elderly man of nobility. It's important to remember that you also have this idea, but you should look for an answer that you are comfortable with. You don't need to imitate me."

"... Huh?

"Mimicking someone in the beginning might make sense. But if you stick to it, there's no evolution beyond origin."

There was still no stray in Elvis' words to say so.

"You're smart. As a nobleman if you are not imprisoned by excessive self-consciousness... no, you will not be off the road as a person"

That's what I said. Elvis took his hand off Cordelia's head.

"... it would be a relief to tell your father that."

It's not flattery or love that Cordelia said that. I just felt that if I had a word from my father, I could be really proud of myself, too. That would be because Elvis sounded as normal. Of course it sounds like the best guarantee to me that there is no such thing as a warranty. Cordelia just felt “aristocratic” to her windy father, who didn't even feel comfortable but said something extremely obvious.

"Well, even so... it will be impossible to understand what you want without actual experience. Just a little further, when I get a clustered day off, I'll take you to the realm. By spreading the word, you might find the answers you want."

"Is it true!

"Oh. The book in that bookshelf is a territorial matter. You can take whatever you want. There's also a description of your favorite weed."

"Thank you"

The usual father returns to the territory alone with his beloved horse. The reason for this is that it's the earliest. When Cordelia is also taken, it will be difficult to go with a grand horse, and the result will need a few extra days. It will be difficult for Elvis, who can't easily get more time off. But I also know that I'm not the father to break my promise. Soon it would be difficult, but Cordelia smiled naturally, holding on to her heartfelt promises.

Elvis looked at it sideways and went back to the desk where the paperwork stacked. Cordelia approached the bookshelf with care not to disturb her. That's when the trick and knock-on sounded in the room. It was Hans who showed up with Elvis' entry permit.

"Excuse me, sir, the Marquis of Frantheim is here"

"... I only have a bad feeling. Drive him back."

"I can't, sir"

Apparently Elvis sighed heavily at the Marquis, who, like his son, had no prior contact today. Needless to say, Elvis knows enough to say he doesn't like things that don't come true, such as throwing him back. But I guess I can't help but say.

"I don't need tea. It's a rough case anyway. I don't need to entertain you. You don't have to come."

"Yes, sir."

Sincerely, Hans dropped off Elvis. "Please let me know if you have a book that won't reach you," Hans grinned gently to Cordelia in the room where the Lord was gone. Cordelia worried a little before pointing to a book a little high "then over there".

"Hey, Hans. Can I ask you something?

"Whatever."

"When did you hear the queen was in the greenhouse?

"The queen arrived the day after the young lady went on a long ride with Ishma. I was with His Royal Highness Prince Wang."

Hans said the words very badly for Cordelia with the same soft expression. Prince Wang!! Cordelia was relieved that we didn't have to face each other. At least in this near miss it doesn't seem to worry that I stepped on a mine before I knew it. There should be no shortening of life expectancy without knowing it, but it was still bad for the heart.

"Greenhouse is a great technology consolidation."

"That's your father."

"Yes. My husband can't help but think of a pretty lady."

The relieved Cordelia hammered Hans' words, but leaned her neck against them. Have you changed your mind a little? When so doubtful, Hans continues his words nicotineously.

"My husband suddenly cleaned up other projects one day, made a reason to understand the current state of the technology, and was picked up by the greenhouse construction he had planned a few years earlier to screw into his schedule. I was just as surprised then."

"Hans is amazing enough?

"Whoa, this is in solitary. And I won't bother lying to myself."

Apparently Hans isn't just a good good good butler of a person, he has a character he can't quite eat. "Don't tell me," Hans said with his index finger in his mouth.

"My husband knows that the lady is taking it seriously in a report from Ronnie. I'm sure it's a long way from renovating away."

It's about your husband, so I'll definitely give you another reason. Cordelia even felt her face get hot in those Hans words. Ronnie!! There must still be “little” to report!! Father, it's pressure when you expect too much!! It's easier if you're just a parent idiot!!... such an appeal first comes to mind in the cordelia. And the next thing you know, you can't betray your expectations.

When I heard earlier about his father's greenhouse architecture and power, Cordelia thought he wasn't the only one given a greenhouse. I've been thinking about how cute my daughter is and how she behaved. I thought you were complacent. But as far as Hans' story goes, apparently there's no mistake in his initial thoughts. Besides the fact that the lab was an additional loan with expectations, I strongly believe it must have a surprising result. To think that's more of a success of the experiment than I would call it. Then the end of the mouth rises naturally as well as the end of the mouth.

"I'd like to decorate your room with flowers so your father's tiredness can heal. Hans, please help me see the vases and the flowers."

"Yes, ma'am."

Hans paid a respectful tribute to Cordelia.

"Your father seems to be heartbroken by the people, but he doesn't seem to take much care of himself, so I would like to take care of your father for that matter."

Cordelia said so, smiling small at the chair without the Lord.