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

At noon, after a dance lesson he wasn't very good at, Cordelia was happy to handle tea utensils herself.

"Ma'am, what are you doing now"

"I got a new herb. That's why I'm brewing herbal tea. Because Ronnie drinks too?

"Yeah, the lady's tea tastes better than the tea the samurai puts in..." Guh, I don't like this. bitter. "

"If it's bitter, you should add honey, because I tried to drink it first," Cordelia offered him, smiling bitterly at Ronnie, who tries to return the brewed tea only on the face. I felt as if I had a brother in my hand.

"... Yeah, honey is great, isn't it? What effect does this tea have?

"It's tea originally consumed in southwestern countries, and it's good for hay control."

Cordelia told Ronnie yes while drinking it without honey.

It is an herb I found from a study of a private therapy survey that was on my father's room bookshelf.

Nevertheless, I have never heard of anyone having hay problems in the king's capital of this country. Even if I were there, I would be too minority to even have the concept of "hay" in person. So if I were to sell it, I would mainly think of it as another use… for example, to combat cold, but honey is not cheap in this country. It would be a hard substitute to drink for someone who doesn't like suffering. Though it is good to think about it and get it, I think it would be better to use something else blurry.

(I personally can't wait for this pain)

That might be a tough flavor to stick to at first, Cordelia tapped her hand lightly as she thought so.

"Well, leave this much tea time. Calendula's leaching oil should be doing well by now. Let's mix it up with a mite."

"Did you make an anti-acorn cream? The servants working at the water plant were waiting for us to finish."

He totally liked the honeyed herbal tea. Ronnie said so with a second cup on his own. Cordelia smiled bitterly. I've been a little stunned by Ronnie's behavior, but also because of the lightness.

It's what I started to prove my work, but it's still a pleasure to be expected.

Cordelia tried to remove the leaching oil from the shelf, leaving Ronnie alone, who had begun drinking the second cup first. But that can be stopped by the sound of knocking on the room. It was Hans who showed up.

"Dear Cordelia, my husband is here for you."

"Oh, your father? I'll be right there."

It's unusual to know that you should have been climbing the castle today, and while you do, Cordelia's footsteps are light to know that there was nothing wrong with calling from Elvis.

The idea of whether something has happened is also just an expectation that something good will happen.

And that expectation was not betrayed this time either.

"Visit to the Territory, is it?

"Oh. I thought I could take you next month by appointment, but I got the job done. I'm going to be over there for a little while. I'm due to leave in five days. Just so you're ready."

There is no choice in the father's words.

But Cordelia doesn't have a reason to say no. "Yes, I did," Cordelia praised, hurrying her way to her chambers, suppressing her leaping heart. No heart or footsteps were getting faster.

Cordelia, who returned to the room, first retrieved the map.

It is a map of Pameladian territory.

The largest city in Pameladia territory, Erdiga, is present in a position where streets stretching east and west and stretching north and south collide. Thus commerce flourishes, and it is a city that flourishes to the point that it is also called a third city in the country. Seafood from the south, crafts from the north, wool textiles from the west, and steel from the east. Various other fruits are abundant.

(but...... very little is taught about villages with good quality trees, right?)

My brother tells me that the standard of living in Pameladian territory is relatively high. At the same time, I heard a little bit about regional disparities. After all, I've never had a problem with a sparsely populated area compared to the flourishing Eldiga, he said.

I'm sure his father would tell him about the area this time too - the next moment he thought so, Cordelia looked up as if he had been played.

"'Cause I can't stay like this. I was in the middle of making a cream for Calendula...!

In a hurry to clear the map and not lose the item, Cordelia hurried back to her lab. When he returned, Ronnie boiled the water and put it in the tarai, floating herbs, clutching his legs and enjoying a partial bath. Really free, he said, "I'm in an experiment! He said," but Cordelia thought he would definitely just enjoy relaxing. I don't feel the need to relax because Ronnie will rarely get nervous or anything...

Cordelia coughed lightly before telling Ronnie.

"Ronnie. It's an urgent job. I am to be accompanied on my father's territorial visit. So I want to make souvenirs for everyone in the mansion."

I would like to take a souvenir to the mansion in my first visit. And I want you to see this potency. I'm just curious to see how they might react in places that are still completely unknown.

(If it's true, I'd also like to try the massage effect of fragrance oil... even Emina is still in the middle of her current fragrance oil massage. You're not gonna make it.)

Cordelia reassured herself that she still had a few years of respite, even though she was a little sorry.

Besides, it's not a bad idea to attack from actual supplies first.

"Oh, then this acorn relieving cream is good, isn't it? It's a little colder over there."

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to do, too. … and I think I will be riding the same carriage as my father on the move"

"I guess."

"... This study began in the first place with the aim of healing Father's fatigue. So, Ronnie, do something that will make you feel stiff."

To Cordelia's words, Ronnie dotted her eyes and tilted her neck 90 degrees as if the machine had broken.

"Yes?"

"The damp cloth pills to relieve your father's shoulder stiffness have a purpose. but there are no subjects. Benjamin and Hans seem to have stiff shoulders, but I don't want my father to notice."

"... lady..."

"I don't mind muscle aches - just like you said, lady, right?

On this day, Ronnie accidentally wrote this in the diary she was wearing.

- I thought you were a ghost for the first time.

In the end, Ronnie's shoulder stiffness was, "It wouldn't take three days if I normally worked in a magician," so Cordelia immediately sent Ronnie back to the analytical magician's office. I decide I didn't see Ronnie's face looking sad. When I got back in the first place, I went back and it seemed like fun, so I didn't think I needed to worry about it.

Cordelia then decodes her notebook and deciphers the notes.

"If it's stiffness from eye strain, drop lavender essential oil in hot water and squeeze it over your eyes after soaking the towel. I guess this is the easiest ship that seems to work for your father. Muscle fatigue… it won't be."

And turn the page around.

"Physical and mental relaxation is lavender aromatherapy bath, right? I could do a good herbal tea with hibiscus or rosehip... I haven't gotten it yet... but Rosemary would be helpful enough if it promoted blood circulation. If blood circulation improves, you can expect to improve shoulder stiffness."

But I still can't do a lot of things without a little more variety.

With that in mind, Cordelia sets the next goal: "Ship, it's still a better type of thing to stick and peel than a towel..."

"... If the sealed ship is complete, you can give it to your brother. You will often be struck... and your brother may need a muscle fatigue sip."

I think so, but the challenge in front of me is making souvenirs and presenting them to my father.

Cordelia wrote down what she needed to do once she had left her gift to her brother aside. The preparation period is not that long. I need to be handy... and it's Vernault, my friend, who shows up when I think he is.

Vernault, who guides Emina with a troubled smile, still doesn't seem to know the word appointment.... No, you know the words themselves, but maybe you don't think they're what you use. Especially against Cordelia.

"Hey, Dili. You look busy."

"... as you can see. What can I do for you today? Dear Vernor."

Having said that, Cordelia asks Emina to prepare the tea treats.

"Speaking of which, last time and today, you haven't changed your hair color."

I was changing it when I was with Jill in the city, why not? Yeah, Cordelia asks, thinking, "Oh, is that it? That's for when I'm not alone. Well, it's like insurance," he replies, not exactly clear.

……

I wonder what insurance for. While I thought so, I couldn't ask any more because Vernault offered me a round of flowers on the table.

That was a bright red rose.

"What's this?

"From Jill. If you said you liked roses, you'd take them."

"Wow... that's a brilliant rose"

The aroma is good in the middle wheel and more vibrant than anything else. It was also beautiful to have a mixture of white petals only in the centre, and Cordelia was a variety that I had yet to see.

"What a rose this is"

"Uh... this is a new breed made by Jill's house, and it didn't have a name until recently. It was named Cordelia."

……

Cordelia swallowed it for a moment, but quickly.

Until recently, I had no name. The name given to a flower is the same as mine - no way, my name comes from it? I thought so, but soon I shook it differently or something. Cordelia, who is featured in Dili, does not have his real name. I don't think he's doing the rose improvement in the first place. Therefore, he must have found a rose with the same name and tried to send it to me - yes, he interpreted it while trying to keep his normal mind.

"Well, I have to grow up so I can't beat this rose."

"Jill said if you like it, you can write to him if you like. The truth is Jill wanted to come too, but he was too busy to get out for a few minutes."

With that said, Vernault reached for the sweets he had been transported. The way you eat is so elegant.

"Um, Master Vernor"

"Hmm?"

"Do you mind if I write to you later because I want to thank you properly? Perhaps we will not be able to represent Vernault well before he returns."

Because if I have to, I will deliver it to our servant. That said, Vernault gave him a difficult look.

"... it's easy to give Jill the letter if you deliver it to us... hey, can't you write it fast?

"Why not?

'Cause Jill's definitely gonna twitch.'

Said with a big serious face, Cordelia erupted small.

"Dear Vernault, I'm buying that. My letters won't make Jill uncomfortable."

Cordelia laughed dull when Vernault went crazy joking with a rare and serious face. "You see it once too..." Vernor said, "but it didn't sound cordelian.

"Well, the letter is really today, I'm not saying. Ask only flower replies."

"Of flowers? It's beautiful."

"Not.... stock, the one you want me to share"

That being said, Cordelia was a little troubled. This rose is so beautiful. Smells good too. I want to use it for experimentation.... but a new rose is likely to be used commercially if Jill's home made this. Can I use that - I didn't know the area clearly.

And that's not something you should talk to Vernor about.

"... including that, I would like to write to you. It's a beautiful rose and I want to watch it all the time."

"Okay. Dili's stubborn, so you don't have to answer me."

He just finished his tea, too. Vernor said so with an exaggerated gesture.

"Dear Vernault, I thought more than ever that telling a woman like that would inspire her to miss a fateful encounter."

Of course, it doesn't matter to me.

As his father forcefully theorizes the encounter of destiny, no matter how he sees it, he is likely to fill the path of his own destiny. It's definitely closed to traffic. Cordelia worried about him at a young age, but because of what he said, Vernor laughed at Cordelia with his nose, "I don't know," at the time.

"If you think it's a fateful encounter, you're gonna be okay because you're not gonna behave like this."

………

I thought it was a fairly expensive child, but Cordelia smiled and misled because she was not in a position to say anything about people. I suppose it should be called a smart kid, but a kid who's not really a kid - and he's going to be a big shot in the future, I guess.

"Dear Vernault, I, Vernault, will keep a quiet eye on you when you have someone in mind."

At the same time, he made a firm vow to be careful not to get caught up in something like the Great Love Disturbance of the Marquis Frantheim, where his own father struggled in the past.

(... yes, if I find something rare in the territory, maybe I'll buy you both a souvenir and come back)

Cordelia thought to herself as she looked at Vernor, who was frowning.

But men of this age... No, I couldn't imagine what would please a boy at all. And at the same time I thought so, I realized I had no idea what a male preference was, even if it wasn't this year.

(This, let's rely on your father in times like this)

And at a later date, Cordelia had not imagined that her father could mistake her for "her daughter's interest in sex as soon as possible".