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

On the day she returned home from an exchange with Hazel, Cordelia stepped into her own lab where Ronnie and Lara were at that foot off the carriage. And he greeted them home lightly, smiling and revealing to Ronnie, who had been lenient, "I have a new goal," he said. That's about soap carving.

On behalf of Emina, who is going to unpack me, Cordelia first brewed the tea out of the shelf before we talked. And let Ronnie sit across from the table and talk about the whole plan. Lara had given up asking along the way, "The difficult process is fine, tell me the conclusion," she said.

And as Cordelia finished explaining, Ronnie slowly put the cup back in the saucer and crushed it with a bump.

"I knew it."

"After all?"

"It's about the lady, so I thought if the environment changed, I'd come up with something new again. But I wasn't expecting a knife to sharpen the soap on the boulder, or an improvement on the soap. Isn't that abrupt? I can't believe I scraped soap."

"That's not true. If you could sculpt it beautifully, it would be beautiful as a figurine, wouldn't it?

"It's going to be a good smelling figurine for sure... well, I'll arrange a blacksmith for the knife. The problem is soap."

"Ellis, is there any soap handling at the Chamber of Commerce? Ellis, would the Chamber of Commerce please arrange a soap for processing?

"... uh... is this my house..."

Ronnie plays her hand on her jaw and thinks as she roars.

"If those people would... yeah... if they could get tips on making soaps that smell so good, I'd be happy to arrange them. And I don't want to imitate other profits, so the market route for soap is going to be very limited."

"That's lovely."

"I'll call you if I have to. My brother, my father, would love to come."

Just be careful you're good at business, Ronnie said to Cordelia with a serious look for it. A man I can really trust to say without covering up, but I guess I've lost a lot of money on this honesty. Most importantly, it is clear that the Ellis Chamber of Commerce is good at business even if Ronnie doesn't say so. There's no way you can grow that far in a poor merchant.

Lara cracked into such a conversation between the two of them, wondering.

"Hey, Ronnie. What's the Ellis Chamber of Commerce, that big?

"Don't you know Lara if you say so," Cordelia also realized when she heard it. Ronnie isn't hiding it, but she doesn't talk about the house from herself if she doesn't ask.

To Lara's words, Ronnie replied, "... well, that's big," with what a hard look to say.

Lara was surprised to hear Ronnie's reply with her eyes round.

"Was Ronnie your boy?!

Puppy Cordelia erupted as an overly honest surprise. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. It's a pretty cute word to describe Ronnie as a big adult.

"Lady, please don't laugh... I'm shaking my shoulders"

"Because... you know, Ronnie even shanks you"

"Uh, no more, please!

Ronnie rebuts with a bright red face when Cordelia tells him to tease.

It's a precious look for Ronnie, who hasn't been in much of a hurry from time to time. Ronnie becomes more and more infidel to Cordelia, who can't stop laughing when she dulls. Lara looked somewhat convinced as she watched the two of them.

"But that's why Ronnie drinks tea elegantly."

"Really?

"It's always so daunting, but the way the cup holds... the finger man is polite. My fingertips are different from ours."

Cordelia was a little surprised at Lara for saying so.

The way Ronnie holds the cup, I do feel polite, if you ask me. I didn't feel anything because I originally held it in a way that was not very different from the people around me, but certainly not many merchants would hold it in the same way as nobility. Unless it's probably a merchant's house where you interact with nobility, I don't even bother to remember how to hold that. I don't need it.

"You've been watching a lot."

"Nah...... no! I can see it!!

"Yeah?"

How is that different?

Cordelia wondered when she was grandly denied what she honestly thought, but when she looked at Lara with a bright red face, she realized. This bright red look, I've seen it before. And lately.

Cordelia didn't move her face and let Ronnie slide her gaze all the time. Ronnie still hasn't seen Lara in the way she said "Ooh Boy" is working or somewhat out of her mind here. I don't see it. But Lara was in a hurry at Cordelia's gaze.

"Than that! Lady!! Look!!! I think this writing device has turned out pretty great."

"Oh, it's true. The letters are starting to look pretty clear.... but Lara, this trial is misspelled."

"Pretend not to see it there"

"It's so beautifully drawn that I can see it. But if you can write well at this rate, you're gonna need cheaper paper this time. It's easier to write than ever. Without what you write, there's no point."

The price of everyday paper is not terribly expensive, but it is quite expensive. While there are many things I can't remember without writing, it would be appreciated if I could get a cheaper bunch of paper for learning. I think it's a good thing that the paper I'm using at school is also used surprisingly, but if I write too surprisingly, I won't know what it is later... I hear that it's actually happening. So I want to procure something that reduces the price by reducing the quality and durability for some applications.

Ronnie roars "Hmmm......" to such a cordelier.

"... if it's not very good quality paper, I don't think it is. I basically don't sell in with the intention of the Chamber of Commerce that I don't want to line things up that aren't very good quality, but I do sound familiar if it's imports. Shall I arrange a sample with the soap next time?"

"That would help."

"It helps me, too. They're asking me to sell it to my parents. But... Well, maybe I can get a quote for it. I know, other papermakers and inquirers."

"... Really, Ronnie lacks business talent"

As Cordelia joked, Ronnie looked in a hurry and said, "Oh, of course you shouldn't tell my house, even though they say you don't have any business talent!!," he says, wishing with a serious look. Cordelia stirred up a laugh.

"Of course I won't tell you. It's tough when Ronnie retires."

"Oh, that's not what they say. Nyinai. It's easy to work here, and I can't pay for tuition. Tea is delicious."

"... oh, yeah"

Is this good or bad with pleasure?

As honest as ever, Cordelia smiled bitterly, while pouring a second cup of tea into Ronnie's cup.

"Oh, speaking of which, it's rumored at the Mansion right now, isn't it?

"What are you talking about?

"We're finally talking about Master Cyrus picking up his wife. Even so, I thought it was time because you were engaged for a long time... erm... surely Miss Orcott's warrant... right?

"Cohon" and Lara coughed while looking sideways at Ronnie trying to vaguely recall.

"Dear Christina Orcott, Your father is Count Olcott, who is invested in the manufacture of silk. Half the fabric of the dress that will be offered to the royal family is this product."

"... Lara. How long have you been familiar with that information?"

"The information you need to serve your young lady, right? Dr. Aisha told me you should know."

Phew, Lara said, looking good at it.

Cordelia lay her eyes down and laughed small at the way it looked.

"So, that Christina will be the lady's sister-in-law, won't she? I hope he's a good man."

"Of course I've seen you before. She's so beautiful and quiet."

She was a well-suited person for the term deep courtier. It has an eye-catching appearance called green eyes that shine in the hair of a golden thread, yet has a modest, soft waist. I hear she was engaged to my brother when she was three and my brother was seven. The old paintings with the two of them side by side were like angels. And the way the two of them line up now is a storytelling vibe. I also feel like they look more like paintings because of the fact that they are all together and quiet. It was very quiet. Yes, very.

(... yes... you're really very quiet)

I don't think that's okay if it doesn't make the air worse, whether it's busy or quiet. On the other hand, there is another concern. Pameladia's house is a little noisy. It's a house where sometimes people are sent between things and assassins. I am also worried that my dear lady will not graduate if she asks. It's not that her core is weak in any way, but it's a story not early in a normal house. It wouldn't even be early for an unusual house.

(... No, I'm more of a frightener. I'm me, too, right? I wonder if he's paralyzed)

Cordelia thought about asking Ronnie how many cases there had been in the past year, but she stopped asking because Lara was there. I don't want you to get sick of strange things. Probably as many as one hand, bad enough for both hands.

Besides, I don't know which is the fringe I mentioned, but it's hard to imagine that Uncle Olcott took no measures after his three-year-old daughter's fringe was decided. You don't know the story of raids, etc., because it's not on the table, but it's assumed that Pameladia's wife will not serve in a parallel mentality. Mother who renounced everything herself would be the exception, but identity, history, wealth, fame… the more jealousy she receives about them, the stronger her position becomes. So apart from which aspect, it seems that it is equipped with some courage…. I think so.

"... if so... it's more problematic than that... well, yes..."

"... lady?

"No, now I realize it's outrageous"

"Oh, what?

"... Your brother has very few words... I was wondering how you would talk to your sister"

When Ronnie heard about it, he said, "Haha, that speaks to boulders," but gradually starts twisting his neck.

"Me, I don't think I've ever heard the words of Lord Cyrus more than a cross."

"No, I don't think so… it's a mystery."

I can't imagine my brother rapping on a female opponent. However, although rare, I sometimes demonstrate the skills of a direct ball word that rushes my aunt. That's not why you can't communicate, and at least you shouldn't be like your parents by analogy. I hope so. Because being close is important...... and when Cordelia thought it sounded like a knock in the room. Cordelia returns, "Go ahead," wondering if Emina brought me some tea treats. And it was... my oldest brother who showed up.

"Cordelia"

"Sa, brother Cyrus!!

"Sorry, did I surprise you"

Cordelia rushed to greet Cyrus as she gazed at Ronnie, who was counting the number of characters as she bent her fingers. My brother, who has never shown up here, doesn't think he will only show up when he was rumoring, and his heart is startled to jump. My brother, as always, has no particular expression, like he made my father young.

"What is it?"

"Christina is coming to the king's capital. It's for the Founding Festival."

"Oh, it's been a while."

"Stay for a while even after the Founding Festival"

"Yes."

"He says he wants to see Wang Du. Her samurai is not familiar with the king's capital. Can I borrow Emina?"

I was surprised just by the appearance of my brother, but even more surprised by the overlap of timely topics. But at the same time, I'm convinced. Well, then surely there would be no more qualified than Emina. Emina is used to the King's Capital, and a former warrant lady. I have eyes to see, and I know the feeling of nobility well. You'll have some anxiety in an unfamiliar land. You'll be comfortable with Christina, too.

"I don't mind."

……

"Oh, you know, something?

"You talk to him, too."

Cordelia was a little surprised by what she dared say.

We don't always talk once we meet. Of course, we are somewhat reluctant from each other because of the difference between the ages of ten, and she is here to see her brother in the first place. So I didn't talk to Cordelia for long, but I've never questioned that. Rather normal. So for this time only I wondered why...... and arrived at one reason only.

"Is your brother at work......?

"Oh."

It was a terminal reason. It's after the Founding Festival, so I guess there's all kinds of chores stacked up. "Yes, I did," Cordelia took it.

(But... it's probably a shame your sister-in-law won't be able to see her fiancée for the first time in a long time)

We know that Christina is not the kind of person who wishes things could not be done. So it won't even float on the surface. But I don't think I'm sorry at all. If that's not what they think, my brother and sister-in-law have no good shards at all. That's hard.

(But think the other way around. This is your chance. My sister-in-law and I will spend a few years together. It will be an opportunity for you to know me and your sister-in-law)

Given that, it is also believed that bad but good opportunities have come around for my brother and sister-in-law. Isn't that wonderful? Finally... I would love to take the opportunity to visit the King's Capital myself.

"Brother, would you mind if I accompanied you on your sister-in-law's visit to Wangdu?"

………

"That way we can talk a lot."

Cyrus shut up a little to Cordelia's inquiry. He seems to be thinking about something, but his expression doesn't change. I don't know. Slightly between then he opened his mouth with no expression.

"I don't mind if my grandmother never passes. All you have to do is ask your father and Christina for permission."

"... Yes, sir."

I wonder which behavior you are referring to when it comes to your late wife.

There are a few actions that come to mind, but I wasn't even going to be known to my eldest brother... I guess that means the next time I'm in charge. I felt a little sweaty in my heart.

"Oh speaking of which... do you sound familiar with the name Clive Rafe Eames?

"Huh? Yeah, if it's just your name... you're the son of Marquis Eames, aren't you? I've never spoken to you, but I've heard rumors that you're back from studying abroad."

It's not like the name that came out of nowhere doesn't sound familiar. But the name isn't Cordelia's acquaintance. It's only a little old but away. When Cordelia returned with a slight tilt in her neck wondering why such a person's name appeared, Cyrus gave a much more convincing look. I wonder what that means.

He asked me what kind of person you were in the castle the other day.

"How could you do that to me?

"I asked because I didn't understand. but if you never talked about it, I could imagine. It could be part of a downlook."

"... examine it down?

"The son of the Eames family, like the son of the Frantheim family, is close to His Royal Highness the King. Most recently… after returning from studying abroad, I think I intend to be your guide because I am somewhat older."

"What are you going to do about it?

"The next queen candidate… I mean, maybe he tried to identify the prince's queen"

Cordelia almost made her cheeks stick to the lightly said Cyrus. It is in stark contrast to the "wow" and surprise voices raised by Lara in the back.

"Oh, it can't be."

"It won't be impossible. Given your character and age, your position must be top among the candidates."

"But... yes, Your Highness is very close to that Vernault. You may be as free as the Frantheim family when it comes to romantic matters. If you decide, even the people of Shirai will welcome you."

I'll take over any hasty words against the abrupt themselves. Cordelia thinks the word itself is not a mistake. Sure, half the words are hope, but the other half are anticipations from previous life's knowledge.

I'm not even sure if it's Vernor's influence, but at least the 'game' prince shouldn't have valued his identity. Heroin is indeed the Countess, so looking only at that fact may lack persuasion. But the fact that the heroine and the prince actually met goes back before she became a countess. Even during the story, the retrospective cuts were finely chopped, but in the ending he was actually attracted to heroine long before he became Countess...... that is, an episode was shown that he fell in love with her living in the city well. That wasn't an episode of mutual recognition...... Certainly that was before the heroine moved his residence to the Count's house, so he would have been 12 or 3 years old.

(I wonder if I'll see her again in a little while. I guess it's about time the prince saw the heroine... rather it would help if he was already talking and getting along, because now he's not)

Cordelia looked firmly at Cyrus as she pushed her thoughts aside, beginning to think about the extras. I felt like my destiny would be shed if I didn't look straight at it. Although Cyrus' expression never changed the way Cordelia looked. He was only pale.

"Even if His Royal Highness himself were to look for you, it would not change the level required of the Queen. If she is to be queen any day, she must be well versed in etiquette, foreign languages, political science, and all forms of upbringing, including the law. Knowledge and behavior become both swords and armor. If it is missing, the nobles may be stuck on your feet, and diplomacy can be affected. I'm guessing that's why the Eames family's son is exploring the young lady. But it is also an act of suspicion in His Highness's eyes."

………

Cordelia also seemed to be "right" in the words of just arranging her brother's facts.

A certain degree of upbringing will have been received by every warrant lady, but the question remains as to how many have been thoroughly beaten up. Whether you have some basic education, you can expect it to grow, but if you already have the knowledge you have, you can expect stable results. So to speak, a verdict on a good property would be pushed.

(... Well, perhaps Eames isn't looking for an excellent courtier. On the contrary, I suppose you're more right that you're trying to play the missing lady. In case a prince asks for a slightly undesirable warrant, something else to advance the rough should be able to prevent it)

Cordelia didn't know if the slightest age difference would change the appearance of the person in her eyes, though she was somewhat older, but it's not strange to think so if he's meant to be a visitor. Then I definitely and I want you to play from the candidate too - I think so, but I also have a little trouble getting certified by a group that's not smart enough. It is necessary to behave appropriately in order to obtain the certification of Akane, which is directly linked to discrediting oneself. It's an unfortunate event that I have to give up.

Cyrus kept saying, "Well," to Cordelia, who had thought about it and shut up about it.

"Although it's not unlikely, I personally don't feel the benefit of letting you marry the royal palace right now. I already have a connection to the Duke's house in my house. Though it is an easy position to see in the first place, you are not interested in Your Highness yourself. I don't even think His Highness would be interested in such an opponent. So you won't leave the candidate range."

"... that's right"

Cordelia was relieved that she could not hear her long-winded, pale voice brother saying, "Even if she were a daughter-in-law, there would be no fatal disadvantage."

Yes, that's fine. A few more years...... no, maybe if a legitimate opponent has already appeared, the concern will also be allayed. Instead of wanting my worst case, the next Lord just says, "I don't care." Perhaps my father is also close to thinking about it.

But now I can finally breathe... and the moment Cordelia thought, Cyrus opened her mouth again, "Now though". I felt Cordelia's spine stretch more than ever with a word from her brother that I didn't think would last. What will they say this time? I run even if I don't like that tension after the worst topic.

"I hear you made funny remarks at an early age. You still want to marry your father?

"... Huh? Yes, if there's a man like your father, I'd like to marry him."

Cordelia clapped out in abrupt words, slightly confused.

I wouldn't have wanted you to ask me on this occasion if I could have done it at the same time... Cordelia thinks. I do not wish to withdraw that statement in itself. Rather, I can recommend it as a feeling. But... I kind of feel like I'm getting a raw warm gaze from Ronnie on my back. “Boy" payback...... etc, I don't suppose he thinks so, but that's how I feel.

So while I just said I didn't think I'd marry my father, Cordelia didn't deny Cyrus' words. Cyrus keeps asking questions.

"So you want to choose your husband for yourself?

"Huh?"

"I want to hear it as a general theory"

"I know it's hard for me to talk about general theory... but why would my brother want to know that?

Cordelia replied with a question, wondering about her brother, who talks better than usual and yet talks closer to different chats. I wish I could answer the question, but unfortunately I find it difficult to say 'general' because of the mixing of values of previous life.

But Cordelia's question-and-answer response didn't show any particular loss.

"I wonder what Christina thinks. She got engaged to me the year you told my father that."

"Ah..."

"I go to the castle. You took the time."

"Oh, yes."

I'm home at this hour, so I'm probably not on duty today. But just before the Founding Festival. I guess I'm still busy because I say I'm going to the castle now.

(... I don't even know how my brother feels, not just my sister-in-law, but somehow I know that my brother cares about my sister-in-law in between busy times)

At the end of the day, I think we'll end up discussing ourselves. But if you can help at all.

"... would you like me to just stick it out a little bit"

But first, would it be better to step on Ronnie's foot, who is seriously saying, "If I, Master Cyrus, talk so much, it will rain tomorrow," etc. I don't think I'm going to ask you to say it because it's about Ronnie, but I want you to at least say it after my brother's footsteps are a little farther away. Because that should be important for the peace of mind.