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

The moon flowed, Cordelia's greenhouses and laboratories overflowed with various plants and appliances, and even turned a corner of the garden into an herbal garden, such a twelve-year-old spring.

Cordelia returned from the inspection along with a large quantity of luggage. Of course I'm not alone this time. He accompanied his father on a southern tour.

Since his first Pamela territorial visit, Cordelia had frequently accompanied Elvis on his visits. It did not remain in the territory, but also included inspections of other cities. At the inspection destination, Cordelia also had the opportunity to put into practice the foundations of the deal she had learned beforehand from Elvis, making some money. All the money will be used to fund the construction of the school building in Kaina Village, and the loan from Elvis was treated as fully paid. While still in small quantities, Cordelia deals with trading operations and continuously contributes to school management.

Alongside "Dr. Aisha" painted with charcoal by students who are good at painting in the school hall, "Lord" and "Cordelia" are adorned. Next to it was a painting by a baker, who wrote a long description: "Craftsmen who make wheat in the village of Ichina, Wangdu delicious bread".

The villagers became aware of the need for letters and calculations sooner than Cordelia thought. That was prompted by the fact that only one day after opening the school for about three months, the mayor of the village, who could read a little bit of the letters, tried to see if the children could really read the letters through a wheat contract. "Read this if you are really learning". It was the words that inspired the discovery of the fact that wheat was being bought and beaten.

The children read only the part of it that was difficult for the children to understand.

But just from what I can tell, the kids realized something was wrong with the contract.

"If Party A purchases more than a certain quantity of wheat from Party B, Party A shall provide Party B with wheat at at a price of 30% of the scheduled transaction amount for the excess"

The children were not sure who A or B indicated.

I was just uncomfortable purely saying, "Dr. Aisha's problem is that this sentence doesn't have that even though the numbers that come out to be". Some of the kids are especially smart, and aren't they geared so that the price varies greatly depending on the amount of wheat they have? And some questioned it.

"Let Aisha read the correct answer," the children, who in the end are not sure of the truth, suggested to the village chief. The village chief was reluctant at first, but after Aisha read it, he was also informed that the contract was quite unequal. The point was that if we bought a fairly small quantity of wheat, the rest would have to be sold at a lower price than wheat in other territories. Aisha said she didn't notice the change in that price being bought because they were buying too much cheaply and because this village wasn't following against rising prices in the surrounding cities and villages.

The village chief said he was speechless because of the upset when he was stuck with the fact that he was making a huge profit himself. And at the same time, I had to acknowledge the need for education. That was the same for the adults in the village.

Besides, the fact that education was accepted didn't make the problem a goal. So far, Kaina village schools are in a state of being made up of volunteer teachers who have succeeded the Pameladian family with assistance and a second generation from Aisha. If you are thinking about other regions in the future, it will be necessary to develop them so that they can be maintained from tax revenues.

If it were Kaina village, we could tax wheat and also use that to fund education. It doesn't seem difficult to get an understanding.

(But that's not enough. It's not just rich land like Kaina Village. Some lands have low incomes. But I want education to be at least equal... if you think so, you need income to fill that gap. I wish I could make a good profit with scented oil)

With that in mind, Cordelia stepped into a long time lab.

There was a figure of Ronnie sipping tea gracefully even though it wasn't even a break in the lab.

"Ah, welcome home, lady."

"I'm home, Ronnie"

"Now which way did he go?

Yes, Ronnie stood up asking and received the bag Emina had behind Cordelia. He marvels at what is in his midst and asks Cordelia, "What is this?"

"It's called" shoga. "The hemp bag inside is an ornamental bear, and the paper bag is edible."

Ronnie looked subtle when she saw it.

"... lady, you like root food, don't you? Was it Gobo, the root I brought back before"

"Gobo is rich in dietary fiber and good for your body. It's not mainstream in this country, but it's common across the ocean. Shoga goes well with meat dishes."

"Is it meat, that's good...... not. I'm not sure what the lady's hobby is because she puts her hands on something that's not mainstream. Was it Touf, what would be good about that tasteless bean pudding too? I was expecting a lot of flavor because the lady who got the beans instructed me to be happy."

I didn't know what I was thinking at all, and Cordelia didn't hesitate to say it back to Ronnie, who really seemed to enjoy it.

"In the first place, turnips and carrots can be roots and ronnies, right? Tofu is good for your health when you say it like it's terribly boring."

Nevertheless, Cordelia also finds it difficult to believe that Touf is an acceptable flavor for the masses. At least if you don't cook, it will be difficult with tofu as it is. Then I am also going to think of a confection made with Touf first. You could mix it with fried confectionery like doughnuts.

Cordelia herself is in Ronnie's "tasteless pudding" state, and I like the best way to eat with shoga and rock salt, so I'm full of cold food to keep eating.

"Yes, Aisha, I also bought a souvenir for your sister. I'll write to you, Ronnie. Will you deliver it?"

Aisha had safely moved her residence to the King's Capital this year, fulfilling her marriage and becoming a Viscount Lady.

Cordelia's anti-pollen measures seem to have worked, and she jokingly tells Cordelia that she hasn't had tears and runny noses all over her at the moment. I don't quite deserve the chance to meet him, but this is how they asked Ronnie to use him to exchange letters. Ronnie also enjoys the fact that the biographical pigeons are fine.

"Yes, I'd be happy to use it. You can stop by, right?

"Stop by and make sure it doesn't just take longer than you..."

Cordelia knows very well that what Ronnie says is probably no joke.

That's why Cordelia gives the nail, but Ronnie is floating.

But Cordelia today had a trump card.

"Ronnie, I've been visiting the Ellis Chamber of Commerce on this trip to the South."

"Whoops!"

"You asked me to say hello about Ronnie, so how do you do?

That said, Ronnie had her eyes swimming.

He didn't think the boulder would give him his parents' names. Cordelia's contact with the Ellis Chamber of Commerce was not about Ronnie or anything else, it was simply a consultation on the route of commerce, but I felt strangely gained that it had some unexpected effects.

"Now, leave that matter alone. I saw the greenhouse earlier. There were a lot of flowers in the bloom, so I would like to collect some new essential oils and try them again. Emina, can you do it best?

"Of course, ma'am."

"Ah, lady. In the meantime, I made a waiting list for my servant's scented oil...... aromatic massage. It would also be difficult to have too many subjects, so I looked at the state of magic to some extent and ordered it."

Ronnie, who also worked hard, handed Cordelia a piece of paper all the way through.

Unlike in the beginning, it is now turned into a major event to become a tester among servants, even without pay. Cordelia laughs a little bitterly at the experiments that have become very popular. I'm glad, because I'm still reminded that things won't go so easily without some "peace of mind".

(Hopefully it will be well fashioned amongst the nobles, as the servants have become popular with reviews)

It's fun to think about, but the hard part still uses your head.

When Cordelia thought yes, the voice of one woman echoed on the spot.

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

"Aunt Nilpama......?! Long time no see."

"Hello, Cordelia"

It was Uncle Nilpama Weltoria who showed herself through the open door. He is one of the few female counts in this country and the sole monarch of a territory where only women inherit the title from generation to generation. For Cordelia, it is her mother's aunt. Her spine stretched and her chest stretched, and her appearance always seemed full of confidence as she turned firmly forward. Cordelia has also heard rumors that Rin is famous in the social world. It is no exaggeration to say that the facial modeling looks a lot like my mother's, but when I look at her expression, she doesn't look like her sisters.

There is no reason for such a woman to be close to her sisters, and there is no indication that she is here to see Cordelia's mother. But still, I visit the Pameladia family every now and again, and it seemed that Elvis had some business to do, but he was coming to see Cordelia's face in one way or another. Fact is Cordelia gets a delicious souvenir every time. But today she apparently did it for her bare hands.

"Oh, I'm ready for tea today. Because I've eaten sweets. I need to talk to you more than that."

"Important story......? So do you want to change places?

If it's important, should I have Emina or Ronnie removed as well? "It's not that important," Nilpama said, contrary to what Cordelia had earlier conceived.

"I brought you an invitation today."

"Yes?"

"I'm invited to the Frantheim family night club, but come with me. You know your son very well, don't you?

The Frantheim family night club?

Cordelia tilted her neck to the words. Of course I know that in itself. It's a night club at Vernor's house. Vernault also said he has been showing his face since he was young, and in addition, I hear that it is the Marquis' night club that is celebrating Vernault's birthday because it is near. As a cordelia, I do gifts to Vernor in advance every year, so I didn't go to the night club... rather than just drop it off because my father said he would "go" every year.

That's why I put my neck on Nilpama, who dared to invite me.

Nilpama giggles and shows at the look of it.

"Show me your face. Of course, I know the Marquis Frantheim knows you very well. I also know that you travel around the region with the Count. So your face would be wider than a normal child... but the other nobles wouldn't know you very well, would they? So I wanted to show off about you."

But Cordelia is just confused by what Nilpama said, too. But Nirupama continues without looking concerned.

"I don't think it's a bad story for you either. I think you know the adult exchange by going on an inspection. But apart from that, I think we also need to see the rush between the nobles. It's okay, it's a night club for your son, so many of you are still kids, and you just need to take it easy."

"... your father is"

"Master Elvis says there are overlapping meetings, and you think it will take until midnight. Instead, Master Elvis is going to have Cyrus join us, but in any case, I have permission to take Cordelia. I was reluctant, but I have an idea."

I see, I mean, it seems to be a matter of decision already made.

Then I had to obey...... yes Cordelia thought, Nilpama was laughing huffy and shaking her shoulders.

"Wait, Countess Harsi, the future of Weltria is dark because of the cold woman. What rumors, take a pretty angel and turn it off to show you. Ugh, heh, heh, heh, heh."

I wondered if the black aura was something that would erase the beauty of your lady, and Cordelia flushed it as nico as if nothing was going on, but I felt terrible inside. However, the fear is not such as to make it cold, but rather such that it is likely to burn. Cold... That's the first word I've ever heard, but what the hell does my aunt usually do?

... and so on, while Cordelia thought, Nilpama once again changed her expression of dullness.

"And Cordelia needs a dress. Emina told me about the tailor she used all the time. They'll be here soon. Have it finished in a week. You look good in red."

That's what they said, and Cordelia instantly said, "Aunt, I want a peach dress," she said. Red, that would definitely look good on you. I can also feel Cordelia when the dress is complete. It's just too bad luck. 'Cause' Cordelia 'always wore a red dress.

"Oh? Really? Though I think the red would look better... Fine, if you put a red costume on your peach dress, it would be gorgeous, and maybe that would be nice too"

"If you're a costume, I'd like you to make it the same day using fresh flowers that are now blooming in the greenhouse. It's a beautiful kind of flower."

Needless to say, that's the 'Cordelia' Jill gave me.

The exchange of letters with Jill was still ongoing, in which he had obtained permission to use Cordelia as a research subject. However, of course, he promised to pay the margin if he used it for business (which was also largely reluctant to say, "I don't need money," but just pushed it through). "'Cordelia' should be used by Dili," Jill promised Cordelia a dedicated use permit instead of a margin.

You need a special rose, I'm glad if it helps. I couldn't even say no if you said so (so I didn't give in against Jill, who also tries to lower the rate of the margin).

"Well, that's since I saw the flowers. It's more of a dance. Are you okay? It's not so much a debut, but the kids are dancing."

"Don't worry, aunt. We'll be practicing around here."

It's getting faster than planned, but one day I'm going to be at a night club. So I was taking a solid lesson. Even if he doesn't like triplets, Cordelia has worked harder than she did at a young age to avoid the appearance of 'beautiful but unable to dance'.

But I don't know about that. "That's great," Nilpama said lightly.

"The daughter of Master Boulder Elvis. I don't know if there's any leakage, or if it's a little bit more loose and cute... but I'm glad Maura didn't have it. I'm delighted to be Lord of Weltoria. - Speaking of which, have you ever heard of the possibility of being adopted by me?

"Huh?... No. But I've thought about the possibilities."

"It's certainly still a possibility, and I don't know the future. But if you understand, I can educate you as a lord, not enough of Master Elvis - I'll finish you off with a pretty little lady to keep."

Cordelia felt that this man was still a lord, too, to Nilpama, who only raised the edge of her mouth. He said he knew how to keep his pace.

Elvis never told me to take the road as a lord directly. But I know Nilpama has no children, and my sister is married. Even considering the content of the upbringing I was undergoing, I was fully thinking of it as a possibility.

It is a pleasure for Cordelia to be certain that being a lord will take the Prince's route off, but it is not without anxiety at all. Becoming a lord - I wasn't exactly told about it. When I was told about it, my heart still pulsed. Be the one who leads the people? Can you be? and.

But anxiety was blown away in an instant by the next Nilpama word.

"Well, if you're as cute as Cordelia, it's not weird to have an invitation from the royal family. I don't know the future."

Yes. Being a fine lady in the future and avoiding death may no longer be an easy thing to do if you seem anxious about becoming a lord. I'm on my way, I'm coming for anything. Yes, Cordelia inspired confidence and reaffirmed that it was going to do everything with confidence.

It wasn't decided to be a lord in the first place, but even if I were married to another house, it wouldn't change the dedication to the people there. It should only be the difference between which territory it is.

"Auntie, I will be a lovely woman."

Cordelia, while telling Nilpama yes, swore to her heart that she would let her first night club be done smartly.