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

Time goes back a little.

Cordelia put her sleeves through Nilpama's standout dress, had Emina get her hair done, and let herself wrap the rose scent around her. Cordelia calms her breath all the time on perfumes made with rose essential oils that only did not use testers and analyzed on their own (… but I also know Ronnie later analyzed them). I'm sure this will be fine.

The samurai around Cordelia spoke voluntarily as if they were in a spring garden.

"Looks good, Cordelia."

"Yes, thanks to Aunt Nilpama for her lovely dress"

If yes Cordelia returned it, Nilpama, who had already finished her discipline, snorted and laughed as satisfied. And he laughed "huffy," and with the momentum wrapped around the black aura from his shoulder, "I'll show you the angel..." he said to chant even the curse. Cordelia pretended not to see it. Because Nilpama looks perfect otherwise.

Nilpama's young grass dress is new in shape to match Cordelia's peach dress. Although it is a relatively calm design, for some reason colour tone was added when Nilpama wore it. I guess I dress well. Such was her fluffy, orange scent.

Cordelia was somewhat regulated by magic so that as the two approached, the scent would mix - not so much. We are trying to make sure that the scent is never too thick so that it can mix loosely when we approach a certain distance. Although you can feel the scent of the other person slightly, there is no discomfort.

Nilpama muttered contentedly as she looked at Cordelia again.

"But Cordelia is adorable after all. You can always count on your aunt if you're in trouble, okay?

"Yes, thank you"

"So let me try the new fragrance oil again. I can give you publicity."

The line Nilpama says as she winks is what Cordelia wants most. That's why Cordelia smiles naturally, too. Look at that. Nilpama laughs too.

"Oh, I forgot. Looks like Cyrus is ready. If Cordelia's ready too, let's go."

"Yes."

"But that nephew looks good, but he doesn't have any affection... not at all"

Nilpama is complaining, but here is what keeps her waiting. Cordelia rushed to take Nilpama's hand and blamed it on "Let's go, aunt". For Cordelia, the air soothed into a year-to-year method of cordelia that was genuine, but only rarely seen for the surroundings.

But in the end it didn't mean Nilpama was in a hurry, and he headed under Cyrus waiting at the entrance with graceful steps. Cyrus looks more like his father than usual, Elvis, the word suits him.

"Thank you for waiting, Cyrus."

"No, I haven't waited very long"

"Really? Then I don't care."

Nilpama, who wouldn't care where she was originally cared for, called out to the two of them, "Shall we come then?" Even in the carriage, Nilpama talked about a variety of treats and clothes, but Cyrus answered very little, except for the question he would respond to with a yes or no. So it's mostly the air in the carriage that one Nilpama talks about, but at the end of the day Nilpama said to Cyrus in a slightly angry way, "I don't really have any love for you," and Cyrus said something even more truthfully after a while of thinking, "You're beautiful today, aunt." Too true, Nilpama also said, "You're saying that's the same as usual!" I forgot to go in. Cordelia also blushed for some reason. And I thought.

More than loving, my brother wondered if the words were too terminal.

The carriage carrying the three of us as we thought about it arrived at the Frantheim family.

The Frantheim family was a white mansion, nestled like they had cut off part of the castle. Pameladia's house is also big, but the Frantheim family was bigger than that around the corner. Listening to the noise of the people, Cordelia followed her aunt and brother, visiting for the first time and heightening tensions in the halls of the Frantheim family she sees.

"Well, it's Uncle Weltria. Beautiful things as always."

"It's unusual to have Master Cyrus here."

"Is that little kid, Sister of Cyrus, you?

"You're close to your age with the prince."

Cordelia's tensions further increased in a situation rumored to be just walking. But in addition to Cyrus, who doesn't move his expression as if nothing happened, he can't say that he can pull back when he sees Nilpama smiling confidently, etc. When I thought so, my spine stretched naturally.

"Oh, this is a rare combination."

It was then that the voice was rushed from the Marquis of Frantheim, who apparently walked casually through the venue despite the organizers.

"We're out of time, Marquis Frantheim."

"" Long time no see ""

Marquis Frantheim nodded satisfactorily, "Yeah," to Nilpama's graceful words and the overlapping words of the Pameladian brothers and sisters.

"Welcome. As always, Uncle Weltria is beautiful. Meet Sarah later, she'll be happy to see you in a while."

At the end of the gaze pointed at by the Marquis with that said, a beautiful woman with Vernault had received greetings from her guests. That beautiful woman with chestnut hair is Sarah Frantheim, mother of Vernault and wife of the Marquis. Nilpama, who saw her, turned to the Marquis and did not hesitate to ask.

"Leave it to your wife. Is the Marquis skipping?

"I don't like it. I just want to say hello myself, especially to my closest friends."

Frantheim also replies sparingly to Nilpama's unforgiving words. Nilpama seemed a little frightened, "Another convenience…" but the Marquis said, "Whoa, here comes a new friend. Enjoy yourselves. Oh, yeah. You smell good today," he leaves the scene a little. Nilpama told such a marquis, "You're the same. I can see Elvis struggling," he shrugged his shoulder.

"Well, let's head out to greet you again...... although I can't say a tough greeting either"

Saying so, Nilpama called out to Sarah, aiming for the moment when the guest left the Marquis.

"Sarah, long time no see"

"Nilpama! It's been a really long time, you brought two pretty kids here today"

"Thank you for inviting me," Cyrus said to Sarah, whose eyes met, and Cordelia praised, "Nice to meet you, my name is Cordelia Ena Pameladia".

Sarah laughed dullly.

"I can't believe I invited you. I'm exaggerating. If you don't come, my husband will persuade me."

Sarah stared at Cordelia as she narrowed her eyes.

"But Mr. Cordelia, it's good to see you. I've heard a lot from my husband and Vernault. Thanks for getting along with Vernault."

"... Mother. The way you put it is a little."

"Oh, is it lit?

My son's protest didn't even make sense at all, and Sarah keeps laughing the same way.

"Still, that's strange. Both Nilpama and Cordelia smell very good. How the hell did that happen?"

Sarah's voice, tilting her little neck and asking as if she were a girl, was never loud.

But the people in the venue, especially those around the five, were picking up their voices. In fact, the people around the road that the three of them had come by had realized that the leftover incense was a rarity. And I cared about that. So I was trying to keep my voice down and ask for answers to Sarah. And with the voices dropped around it, it spreads to the venue as if it were contagious with nature.

Of course I don't realize that. Not Cordelia, not Nilpama. Nilpama raised her mouth angle just a little bit. And I smiled and told Sarah.

"Secret."

And just short. "But" went on as soon as Sarah rounded her eyes on the answer.

"If Cordelia says it's okay to teach Sarah, other than to talk? She's a very smart, promising niece. You're so young, you're familiar with beauty?

To that Nilpama answer, the surroundings, especially the women, stopped moving for a moment.

Nilpama's answer is the same, saying Cordelia is grasping everything. Whether you're familiar with beauty or not, at least Cordelia has a secret about the fragrance.

"... Your aunt is mean."

Cordelia said softly.

"I can't tell you that I'm not telling Master Vernault's mother. But I'm still working on it, so if it's a secret between me and the Marquis, sure."

Cordelia said to Nilpama, 'Mean' is not against me, of course. As for the restraint on the perimeter. The point is, if you want to make contact, go out to the young Cordelia and ask Nilpama or Sarah if you don't like it.

But Cordelia at the time says it's a secret with the Marquis, so she won't tell it easily. It is famous among the nobles that the Pameladians should not be a glimmer. Of course Sarah will keep her promise to Cordelia. Because I'm asking Nilpama to talk to me, or I'm telling her to create a relationship of trust with Cordelia that's not a glimmer of trust.

This is convenient for Nilpama and Cordelia. It is very helpful for Cordelia for Nilpama to decide if she is a good opponent in a relationship. To some extent, we don't know everything about the adult world. It's easier to gather information by turning to Nilpama's judgment. It is also an opportunity for Nilpama to build new connections. It's not a bad story.

One or two fragrances, and would also be eliminated. But the Marquise, who is already close to the royal family, is also interested. It is likely that one day it will become fashionable and universal. That will not be overlooked by the fashionable nobles.

Damn, how tall is he? Cordelia put herself up on the shelf and breathed in her heart against Nilpama.

"So let's make a tea party promise later? I can't wait to have a tea party with such a cute girl."

I'll have plenty of tea treats, too, and Sarah, who seems to be enjoying herself, seemed innocent everywhere, but so did she, Marquis. Perhaps you understand what your surroundings are thinking. In fact, I smile but pay attention to what's going on around me.

But no matter what, the first goal was achieved. So Cordelia decided to go for a second purpose. - Yes, it's more of a Vernault birthday celebration to say the real deal.

"Happy Birthday," Cordelia laughed at Vernault, who seemed a little bored, although she had heard the exchange. And "Here's a celebration," he offered Vernault with a lot of gemstone-like seeds on his right hand. Whatever Vernault was, trying to peek in, Cordelia clearly threw the seed into the universe before he could see it clearly. Then raise your hands and concentrate your magic. Then the seeds began to seed with a pompous sound, and a number of flowers began to dance in the universe. The flowers did not fall, but they were accompanied by a good aroma. Cheers leaked from the surroundings.

"This is"

"Surprised? I've made floating flowers based on magic."

Originally this flower is a turgid plant rooted in the earth and not a floating flower. But by rapidly growing seeds with Cordelia's specialty magic, you mislead the flower into believing that nutrition is magic. On top of that, the cutting of analytical magic applications cuts the tulle part off before it grows, allowing only the flowers to float as long as the magic continues. Due to the limited magic that can be put into the flowers, they cannot be allowed to float for days, but can be maintained without withering for a day or so.

"Well, that's beautiful. And it smells good."

Sarah said with pleasure as she stuck to one of them. Vernault also told the boulders that this gift was unexpected. I was pompous for a while, but eventually grabbed Cordelia's arm as if I remembered.

"I need to talk to you a little. Ready?"

"Huh?"

Cordelia looked at Nilpama, bewildered. Then Nilpama expressed her willingness to accept with a wink. Cyrus seemed to be slacking all his judgments on his aunt. Cordelia nodded confirming it and walked out in the direction of Vernault.

"That's an unexpected gift. I never saw it."

"Yeah, because when it comes to the original, it's the original"

I tried it on other flowers, but those flowers worked best with flotation. And when Cordelia says it, Vernault really sounds funny and says, "The boulder's a dilly," I thought it was close to unresponsiveness earlier, but apparently I was not happy with it.

"But whoever didn't see this will regret it, won't he? Isn't that right, Jill?

At the same time as he arrived on the balcony, Vernault said so with a giggle. Jill? If I looked at the edge of the balcony at the words, Jill was there with the expression on his face. I didn't just find out it was Jill because Vernor said it was.

There was a grown boy there while leaving a shadow when he was eight. Even then, the magic came together to the point that it belonged to Vernor.

"Master Jill?

"Long time no see, Dili."

Though I had exchanged letters, it's actually been four years since I've seen you.

Cordelia accidentally spilled "You're beautiful," to Jill, who made a pretty calm impression. Then Jill rounded her eyes and Vernaulted.

"I don't know if Jill is beautiful... it's not a mistake, but kuku... Then I'll go back to the venue. Jill, don't be too late."

With that said, Vernault disappeared.

…… ……

To Jill, who had long since resumed, Cordelia, for a moment, wondered what to start with. But every time my head was sorted out, I remembered the first thing I had to say. Thank you for the roses. I wrote it in a letter, but I never said it directly. I didn't get a chance to say it.

"" Um ""

But the words overlap at the same time.

But on the contrary, the tension was resolved. They both grinned and laughed at the same time, Cordelia pulling out her shoulders.

"Flowers, thank you"

"No, I'd be happy if it was useful and yet fruitful. And then... well, you're a lot prettier."

"Well, that you're good. But thank you."

Jill, who uttered the same words Cordelia had just said, seemed a little dissatisfied with "I mean it, though" he said. But Cordelia was embarrassed to take the word from the front. So I laughed and deceived. In doing so, a gentle song came out of the hall. It's a signal to start the dance. I'm sure Frantheim and his wife will be dancing now.

"Dili, I need a favor."

"What's wrong?

"Here, can you dance a song?

Yes, Cordelia laughed and responded to Jill, who offered her hand with a glimmer of illumination, "I don't know if you step on my foot," she said. I wasn't lost.

Jill wasn't quite used to dancing or there was no room at all for Cordelia to step on. Cordelia isn't as bad at dancing as she really is at stepping foot in the first place either. But I thought you were a good lead like the teacher.

"I never dreamed of dancing under the starry sky."

"I was really worried about seeing Dillie, so I never thought I'd ask her out, until just now"

"Oh. Didn't Master Vernault tell you?

I was surprised, Cordelia laughed.

"Dili likes stars too?

"Huh? Yeah."

"Then we'll go to the starry hills sometime. Guide."

"Starry Hill?

"Oh. It's a very beautiful place, though it's a little-known place, where shooting stars fall. White flowers are beautiful."

That said, Jill took her hand off Cordelia.

And hands on the balcony. And soon after Cordelia stopped, she jumped off the balcony.

When Cordelia looked down in surprise, Jill's appearance was not there already. Instead there is only one note at your feet. The only thing in it is the short word "I'll be in touch".

I wanted to talk some more. With that in mind, Cordelia looked out for a while. But this is how I met him, so I felt like I was going to see him again, and Cordelia slowly tried to get back into the hall from the spot. We have to go back to Nilpama and Cyrus, who are long away.

So back off, Cyrus tried to be a flower on the wall, failed, and was surrounded by a courtier... It seemed. I am surrounded by the ladies at the wall for a long time. Nilpama was dancing.

Well, what do we do? Shall we look for friends of the same age, another purpose?

Cordelia looked around the fuselage because she was also concerned about the adults' gaze when she was alone. For one thing, I just did that thinking about looking for Vernault, but seeing one point, Cordelia solidified in an instant.

Why are there people out there who can't possibly be?

Dark hair with golden eyes. And a boy of the same age, with a crest on his chest showing the royal family.

Cordelia was not good reflexively, I thought. There is only one person. His Royal Highness. At the same time, he was not supposed to be here until earlier, but when did he come, he sweated inside.

But there must be no rush just because you find it. Let's go back to the balcony and do it again. I thought so, but that ends in failure, inhibited by the voice of Vernault called "Oh, Dilly".... I have no choice. Cordelia, who thought so, decided to act as if she'd never noticed it before. And then I looked at the two of them, watched Vernault snort, and then I humbled myself.

"- Nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Cordelia Ena Pameladia, daughter of Elvis"

But I really didn't expect to see you here.

No, it's something I could have imagined enough if it was just a possibility. Vernault is His Royal Highness's alumni and the Marquis' trail son. It was a possible story for a prince to show his face at a nightclub.

If you look closely around him, the knights, who would have been a few escorts who weren't there when Cordelia arrived, also served as security guards for the venue.

(Prince, it's tough around here)

With that in mind, but not wanting to get deeply involved, Cordelia plotted to leave the scene with a few words or two. A greeting should suffice.

"Please raise your face. Today I am not the king's son, I am here as a friend of Vernor"

To the prince who said so, Cordelia slowly raised her face.

I have a straight eye with the prince with a slightly dripping tender eye. This is it, Prince. Cordelia stared firmly at the face to the point where it would not be rude.

(... yeah, I'm fine. Whoever he becomes, I'm not going to be jealous)

Confirming that, he breathed inner relief. Sure, it's beautiful, but to the extent that I think so. Even though his ”destiny opponent" appeared, I didn't think of it in the dew. If you don't become a lady with a particular story to play with in the first place, you shouldn't be asked to marry her from the other side. Of course there's nothing to wish for from here.

Cordelia then thought about what to say and back off, but that translated into something less necessary. Because there was no further conversation between the two of them, and just because one paragraph was stuck, another courtier came to say hello to the prince. She said she had already exchanged words with the prince in some way, and it had been a long time.

Cordelia left the front all this with a chance while the two of them were talking. I succeeded in falling back just by putting a word of no in the prince, and I felt the load of my heart come down.

After that, he said to the girl, who seemed to be nearing her age, not nearly between them, "Why don't you talk to me there, if you don't mind?" He was invited, and he also succeeded in entering the circle of a few courtiers. But even as I laughed and talked, I cared about the prince somewhere.

(... no, I can't help thinking about it. It's okay, as long as I say hello, there will always be)

Yes, I told myself in my heart, and now it's time Cordelia looked straight ahead. Something just got a little off the hook, and it shouldn't be enough, he said.

Unaware that the prince was looking at its back, he just turned straight forward.