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

A few days after the Frantheim family night club, Cordelia caged herself in the lab and, as usual, had her head bothered about essential oils. Cordelia attended a tea party with the Marquise of Frantheim three days after the night club with Nilpama with several kinds of scented oil in stock. The lady said they were all rare and liked the way they looked, but Cordelia could see it as "none of them came pinned".

That's why Cordelia was searching for a scent that seemed familiar with Madame's magic. Cordelia is somehow good at memorizing the quality of magic. So I looked out for some flowers, new essential oils... and was looking for Mrs. Toto's taste.

(In the first place, if you're going to impress the Marquise, you might want to blend it more than just one. I think it would be better to create a fragrance dedicated to Madame)

With that in mind, Cordelia also reaches for a bottle of essential oils. The brown bottle is not elegant. Ronnie opened his mouth as he stared at Cordelia when he thought that if he was going to use this for business in the future, he would have to pay attention to the label as well.

"Ma'am, I'm a little overstuffed. Is something wrong?

You liked the lady for once, too, and Ronnie pinches her mouth.

... overstuffing roots? I do think I hadn't gotten up from the chair for a long time, but I wasn't even going to be stuffing the roots. But Ronnie's pointing out probably isn't wrong at a time when his body feels a little hardened. Cordelia sighed softly.

"I don't know how much I thought I'd have to hold on to it."

Apparently the encounter with the prince was more shocking to Cordelia than I thought.

I've barely spoken, but I can't wipe my potential bad consciousness. It's extra if you think your life is hanging. I want to be ”normal” with no bad impressions or good impressions if I can, but I can't tell Cordelia how the hell I saw it. So I thought it was useless to think about it and concentrated on it... but the result is like this. I didn't even notice the passage of time. Cordelia thought, in many ways, that we still need to be more firm.

Ronnie gave such a frightened sigh to Cordelia.

"The lady is firm enough. If you hold on any longer, you'll lose my job. So breathe in the outside air and cool your head."

It's never a cool climate out there, but I guess the point is to change your mood. I didn't mean to be stuffing the roots, but if you're going outside, it's not too bad to go to the greenhouse. You may also find hints of smell. That's what I thought. Cordelia went out of the lab to say a word to Ronnie, "I'm going to take it off a little bit.

But before I turned my foot to the greenhouse, I could hear a very deafening, screaming child in the distance.

Whatever it is, Cordelia turns her face in the direction of the sound. It came from around the gate of my home. I was about to go to the greenhouse, but I didn't have anything special to do, so I turned my back to see how things were going a little bit.

And when I got there, there was a girl at the gate with scorched tea hair about her age. The hair is cut all over the shoulder. This is unusual Cordelia thought. The hair length of a typical woman in this country is a little longer than that of a girl. There is a loose length position, be it short or bracketed in one. Even the young girl has stretched to an equivalent length, so Cordelia felt a girl of purely unusual length with or without critical hair.

The girl was at the gate, arguing somewhat with the Pameladian family gatekeeper... rather than looking like she was biting. The gatekeeper is tight, but the girl is lifting her eyes and yelling and scattering.

"So! It's such a big mansion! There will be a job I can do too!?

"I'm saying there isn't. My husband is ordered to make arrangements if necessary. Now is not the time."

"Are you in trouble for having manpower?!?

Well, when I summarised and picked up the content of the conversation, the girl seemed to be screaming 'I want you to hire me'. Cordelia honestly thought it was only natural that the gatekeeper should be light. He is too young to be hired as a servant, and he is enough to cry out on this occasion, lined with noble mansions. If you ask me if I'm glad I accepted it - I have to think it might be difficult. I wouldn't even have a reference.

But with that in mind, Cordelia had seen her and noticed. It's that she has so much magic. That's what Cordelia's eyes just seem to have.

(... Very rarely do people, like Ronnie, have considerable magic even if they are not aristocrats. This kid too...... but this magic is -)

Cordelia, who felt that way, called out to the gatekeeper and the girl, "Could it be a little better?"

The gatekeeper immediately stretched his spine against his audible voice and said, "Yes! answered." The girl stared at the cordelia and said, "You're the lady in this mansion!," he said, pointing to his finger. Cordelia smiled.

"Nice to meet you, young lady. Do you want to work at home?

"Really, I, I'm poor, so get out of the country... what's this big mansion, you got a job, don't you?

To the girl's voice, Cordelia said quietly, "Okay." The gatekeeper said next door, "Huh?!," he says. But Cordelia said to the girl, "Stay here," without worrying.

Then we go back the way we came, we reach the lab, we open the door...

"Ronnie, I brought your assistant."

"Yes!?

I surprised Ronnie when she was about to make tea for herself.

Tea miraculously failed to zero.

Cordelia had passed the butler that night and had offered to speak to her father for two. And Cordelia, who had been designated free time by Elvis, had been put through his father's study, stretching his spine.

As usual, his father, who looked faceless, got to the point where there was no public talk.

"I hear you hired one of your servants."

"Yeah, we need to talk about that."

Elvis was also generally able to anticipate the content of Cordelia's story. He moved his jaw a little silently, prompting Cordelia to follow. Cordelia looked straight into his father's eyes and opened his mouth.

"The magic of that child is not normal."

"I already saw that kid, too. You've noticed, I just wanted to say, if you understand that magic, why did you hire it?

If you realize it's not normal, you won't have to bring in any trouble. Yes, I also know what Elvis is saying Cordelia. Cordelia, however, grinned and said one word.

―――

That was a bold line for a twelve-year-old child to speak of.

But Elvis raised the edge of his mouth and laughed.

"Interesting. If you don't fail to report it, let's allow it. But when you decide you can't, my judgment will be everything."

"Thank you"

It was a short, short conversation.

But Cordelia vowed firmly that she must live up to the trust she had received.

The burnt brown haired girl who came out of the country said her name was Carla.

Ronnie, entrusted with her, could not, however, give her a job.

Because she can't write even if she can read the text, and she can't organize the paperwork at all. Even though the letters could be written, the results were the same, as there were no documents left to the children who had just hired them sooner. Karla was also rich in magic, but could not handle it at all. He said he had never used magic or seen expensive magic tools or anything like it.

That's not why I'm not letting anything happen, and Ronnie in trouble decided to be a limited-time 'teacher'. And I could read the letters, so I made it my homework to write, and during the day I decided to teach her about magic. Carla's work was therefore to be learned. But Carla and Ronnie's conversation didn't work out.

"So magic doesn't just mean remembering. If you don't follow the magic around your body, it will never take shape"

"Magic turns...? I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh... you see, magic moves like blood is circulating, right?

"I don't know what you're talking about. It's so much easier to understand that the river water was running yesterday."

"... no, you didn't know that by yourself"

Ronnie is trying to explain while sharing her illustrations, but that doesn't even make sense to Carla that she wasn't aware of magic in the first place. Ronnie is a wealthy house out of the merchant, so I guess he had magic tools close to him, he never felt magic. So even if I were to teach, I stumbled on it first in the first phase.

It's just that Carla was never serious. That's also a glimpse from how well you accomplish your homework. Sometimes I would have been able to read it originally, but if Ronnie taught me the letters, Carla could write it at a speed that I could say was excellent. Although awkward and many mistakes, I had managed to write a sentence like a letter myself. Of course, that's not the only thing that's serious, but most importantly, I could tell from the way I'm trying to explore the magic circle that I don't know.

That's why Ronnie was distressed. I can't throw it out. In the end, he's too good a caretaker. That's why Cordelia left her to Ronnie.

Ten days after Carla came, Ronnie was still lying at her desk today as she finished her lecture to her apprentice. He was pretty tired. Karla returns to the servants' room, as other servants do at the end of the class. Cordelia had placed the sorcerer's woman at her side at that time, "Speak to them, if you need anything, until you get used to it". Carla looked confused initially, but I guess she's used to it now. The magician woman who picked me up took me out of front of Cordelia today.

And Cordelia glanced at Ronnie just when she couldn't even hear her footsteps.

"Good day, Ronnie."

"Tired isn't the level, why are you dealing with my kids?"

"Oh, I'm a child, too. That's not how I've been dating since I was eight."

With that said, Cordelia brews Ronnie's favorite tea. I would have let the servant prepare it, but Cordelia herself likes to brew it. Especially when I first use my own tea leaves, I try to brew them myself.

Ronnie said as she received her tea from Cordelia, "Because lady, I've had magic control from the beginning... and I've been doing that since I was a kid. Well, it's certainly not a good idea in many ways that Carla stays that way... but that won't be a problem how Carla can do it," he scratched his head as he took a long sigh.

"Ma, it will depend on the lady how long these classes last. You're not seriously gonna hold that kid to a servant, are you?

"I guess that depends."

"He said he recognized the danger and kept the magician under constant surveillance while not telling me... what the hell are you thinking"

Ronnie sighed again at Cordelia's words. Cordelia grinned, and said, "Now give Carla a new challenge. Please read this book within three days and tell them to understand its contents. Of course, if you don't know, you don't mind Ronnie asking," he said softly. Carla seemed interested in the book, and had already read a few less page-bound books. But Ronnie paled his face. The book Cordelia smiled and handed to her was so thick, it was like a dictionary, unlike any book she'd ever had. The title of the book is A Collection of Elementary Commentary on Magic. It was a book Cordelia read at an early age.

But Ronnie's complexion doesn't change when he sees the title.

"... these three days... you remind me of something I miss..."

"No, that's fine. Carla would read it. You can use my class hours."

Well, Ronnie said she had no choice, and told Cordelia I'd give it to her by the end of the day. I said no to Ronnie, who said I should give her a lift to her room, and Cordelia waved with a silent smile and dropped Ronnie's back off.

And snap small in the lab where you're alone.

"... it's about time you moved on, but it's a surprisingly long one."

Could it have made it a little too hard to move? Or is it even lost?

Cordelia closed her eyes sipping tea and whined in her heart. And after moisturizing his throat, he spewed out the words with a sigh.

"If it doesn't work, we have to feed it from here."

I also have a promise to my father.

Cordelia stands up when she is too long to give a report. And I looked up at the sky through the window. A beautiful sunset was beginning to envelop the area.