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

It is about the night.

Cordelia saw between her father's breaks and visited the office.

I totally forgot, a gift for my father who was completing it... I mean, I forgot to give Ship in the carriage. Most importantly, it was difficult to give it to the carriage because hot water was not available.

Father, it's Cordelia.

When Cordelia said that, the door was empty from the inside. It was Sieg.

Sieg paved the way for Cordelia to pass easily, as if he were a deacon, and refrained from doing so on the spot. Cordelia thanked her with her eyes open and stood before her father.

"Father, I have waited a long time for you. I have a fatigue recovery method that I would like you to try once."

"... the herb that you're studying."

With that said, Elvis slowly rose from his graceful, large chair. And sit back on the couch in front of the desk, urging Cordelia to be there too. Cordelia quietly followed its guidance.

"Father, please put your back on the sofa. And why don't you just look up and make it easier?"

Elvis didn't say anything. I just laid my eyes down and left my back on the couch as Cordelia told me. Cordelia dropped a drop of lavender essential oil in the hot tub she brought. Fluffy fragrance drifts around. Cordelia dipped the towel there and squeezed it gently. Warm water is pleasant as it is a little hot.

Cordelia put it over Elvis' closed eyes.

………

Quietly treated, Elvis rested somewhat and quietly.

"Your father was tired a lot."

"Yeah. You must be relieved to be paragraph one"

Strengthened lavender essential oils enhance relaxation. I guess fatigue erupted all at once.

"As I said during the day, I am only proxy. That too is just fulfilling the words of the head of the regiment as such. So the captain is always tired."

"How can your father work that far?

"It would be faith. I heard you had a hard time when you were young. Because I don't have the strength. Because it was a cliché that ideals could not be achieved without power."

Oh, so your father wanted power, I thought.

"Well, you've had enough power here lately, so they don't seem to think it's something you need to pursue so much. Instead, you seem exhausted without enough time to realize your ideals."

"Because you've been clumsy for a long time," Sieg laughs bitterly.

I actually had a matter I was going to discuss, but I don't feel like waking up this sleeping father to a boulder. Cordelia left the room behind when she thanked Sieg.

(Well, I'm borrowing glory, let's do what we can)

I head to my desk and spell out the plan I'm thinking about right now.

I have to hope to invest in my father first - and with that in mind, I'm going to work out one plan.

"You see the vision of making money in the future, don't you? But... I can't make it money right now"

You have to show the plan to get the investment.

Plans to convince my father...... that would be difficult if he didn't have a fair chance of winning.

"If it's possible, it's not enough to provide education free of charge. I need you to hire me and learn from me. But I'm confident in wheat, and it's hard for them to take on other jobs."

Cordelia was haunting her head. Tips As the tips and the sound of the clock sounded, Conn, Conn and the door slammed. Go ahead, Cordelia said, Aisha stood there.

"Because I saw the light. It's too late, Cordelia."

"Oh, it's so late."

"That's right. - So I brought it, night meal"

Saying so with pleasure, Aisha offered Cordelia the bread she had hidden behind her back. Isn't this where you tell me to go to bed early - I thought so, but I couldn't get anything into Cordelia. I can't. There's bread there that smells too good.

"Normal white bread, but this is delicious"

It is warm because it is now lightly cooked, and the bread offered is flaky and delicious.

"It's rare wheat, so I rarely eat it here, and I've just had it split between my read-and-heart kids."

Yes, Aisha laughs.

Cordelia, who had been observing the bread for a while, eventually slowly carried a piece of it into her mouth.

"Yummy......"

"Isn't that right?

"but slightly different from the bread of the king's capital"

"Huh?"

"It's fluffy and delicious, but something's different. Fluffy...... just like. The crunch is a little strong... not even the bread of the day"

Cordelia couldn't describe it well. Surely this bread is delicious. I think this one tastes better just because of the flavor. However, I feel that it prevents me from feeling the flavor. Of course it may be a matter of preference......

"But... well, with this wheat, if the Wang Du artisans do the bread research..."

Cordelia felt flickered.

"Aisha, sister!! Thank you, me, I think I see it."

"Huh? Yeah, good... wah?

To confused Aisha, Cordelia decided to hang her father tomorrow.

It is the next morning.

Cordelia asked her father to accompany her today, oddly enough to go on an inspection of the river works in the village of Kaina. Cordelia was softly trying to figure out when to cut it out, but eventually she never offered to.

"Father, there is one thing you would like me to bet on"

"What?"

"I would like everyone in the village of Kaina to remember the letters and the calculations. Invest in it for me."

I looked straight at my father, and Cordelia ran out of words.

His father's eyes are sharp. And Cordelia has seen it get tougher than usual in the negotiating arena. That's why Cordelia turns straight forward with a mind that won't pull.

"First, the first. Are you going to give it back?"

"I intend to get consideration for herbs in the future. I think that in the process we get information, not just money. This power, necessarily with your father's help."

"Herbs, huh? Reports are coming up from Ronnie. Sounds like you've been thinking a lot about getting on track for business."

Somehow I had noticed, but Ronnie had apparently raised a report with Elvis.

"What's the specific way," Elvis urged to go on.

"It's not every day. Every few days, I'm going to open a school in the form of hiring one child at a time for each farmer."

"Hire, huh? You think they'll be convinced that they're making agriculture their business?

"How about consideration for hiring as bread baked by the finest artisans in the Wang capital"

"... bread?

Yes, that's what I noticed yesterday while eating bread.

"Made with the best wheat, the finest artisan bread in Wangdu. Provide that for your family. Wouldn't that be acceptable to them, too? I hear baking bread in each house in Kaina Village. The hassle of baking bread, the hassle of letting your child go to study for a short time - I don't think that makes the bigger difference."

In addition, if you can convince me that you want the feeling of eating bread and that you are cooperating in making the best bread - and for that purpose, Cordelia thought that they would be cooperating as well.

"Why would Cordelia want them to remember letters and calculations?

"As for letters...... first, to read contracts and books. The contract will be required for wheat contracts. This is to incorporate new farming methods into the book. You don't actually need to incorporate it, but knowledge is important. Maybe we can find the knowledge we want."

"… for the calculation, in order to correct the price of the wheat being deluded to the official price,"

"Yes."

Once he laid his eyes down lightly, Elvis looked straight back at Cordelia.

"It all comes together depending on the negotiations. But there's one problem."

"What is it?"

"in that you're a child."

Cordelia took a breath in the words.

"It's not a bad idea. But you're not old enough for a negotiating table."

That was something I had noticed.

That age is not at all sufficient for a negotiating table. It's going to look too much fun. No matter how seriously we talked, it would take too long to de-alert them.

"Let's suggest the other way around. If I negotiate that with the village chief, it will happen soon. But it won't be your feat."

Cordelia and Elvis gaze at each other. And the suggestion was that Cordelia had nothing to lose.

"I don't crave my accomplishments"

"Right. But I don't want my child's credit either."

One word Elvis said quietly toward Cordelia, saying so.

"Don't try to abandon the feat easily. but I'll invest in you. Except I'll tell the villagers the truth when you pay off my loan. So what do you say?"

"Uh, you know, I... nothing"

"Then it's settled.... the time will be good when the harvest is over. Make sure you find the talent to be a teacher by then. What are the bakers going to do?"

"... it's..."

Cordelia is overwhelmed by what she says so suddenly because it keeps up with the handling of her head.

Besides, it's still at the suggestion stage, something I've been trying to think about since it was accepted.

"... there is an apprentice in the kitchen of Wang Du's mansion who is looking to baker"

"Huh?"

"If it's a few awards, it's been awarded. It will be the best craftsman of the future King's Capital."

I got it, Elvis told Cordelia.

And got off the carriage first. Cordelia hastily followed it.

"Father, it's... it's not a scam"

"You wouldn't be lying. He also said that he would be the best craftsman in the Wang capital in the future."

Yes, Cordelia shrugged her shoulder to Elvis, who said it without moving at all.

(... Father, I think it's getting rounder than it used to be)

I don't know if that's my fault.

But I was very happy with Cordelia for accepting one suggestion, and a further goal - if I didn't start looking for teachers, I was tempted. It made me feel stronger when I saw my father talking about the design of irrigation equipment, explaining it without letters only in the drawings.