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

"Don't you think it's boring to study at your desk on this wonderful day with white clouds swimming in the blue sky? Personally, I think at least the sword archery is more meaningful."

It was Vernault who said so.

His textbooks have been stirred up by the wind blowing in through the windows, and now he's opened a completely unnecessary page. The bundle of paper on the write-up hasn't been skipped because the paperweight is holding it back, but the pen is already back on the stand. In other words, he had expressed a complete renunciation of learning.

Sylvester wanted to agree with how he was doing like that, but he actually had to laugh bitterly. Because right now there's a watchman in this room besides myself and him. There's no way you can admit it where you agree. In fact, the watchman turned his bitter voice and face to Vernault.

"... Lord Vernault, do you not yet understand? It's not a study, it's a substitute for the late final book that you took His Highness out of the castle."

It was a boy named Clive Rafe Eames who said that.

He comes to Sylvester every day as a sidekick after returning home from studying abroad. It wasn't until after his return that Sylvester faced him, and it wasn't that he was still familiar with his face. But still, suddenly I immediately understood why my father, the King, had ordered Clive to be placed on his side. It didn't take me a day to be specific.

That's how easy it was to understand Clive's posture.

"I didn't take him out. The only thing I wanted to ask Count Hale was His Highness, and I only heard that wish. Didn't you report the incident first?"

"... don't piss me off too much. Leaving His Highness behind, returning to the castle pretending to be His Highness, and truly deceiving me until His Highness returns, is" irrelevant "?!

"That's good. Just in case it turns out to be a substitute, it proves that you don't notice around early, right? I think it's an important lesson in many ways."

Yes, the content of this somewhat pungent conversation with Vernor, for example (even though Vernor seems to enjoy it only).

Clive is quite true to principle, whereas Vernault has a verse that, to put it well, is flexible and, frankly, even "good if you don't find out".

Consequently, the way we treat Sylvester is also very different in Vernor and Clive. This may also be a matter of years, but first of all, Vernault is a good friend to Sylvester. Sylvester will try to be honest with him, and I think the same goes for Vernault. Of course, even though he says he is a friend, Vernault understands' Jill 'and' Sylvester 'as separate things, and naturally changes his behavior and behavior as well, if necessary. Because I know it's for Jill and Sylvester. That's why if Sylvester gives priority to Jill, Vernault will basically be in tune with it, too. There have also been things in the past that have been praised if we speak impotently. That's why I don't think of myself as a Jesus man, but I know I have no hesitation in behaving like an evil friend of mine.

(In that regard Clive is on my side due to the life of my father...... the King)

That means there's no forgiveness here.

I would also like to have a relationship with him that I can call a good friend, but even if it did, he wouldn't change his nature as a stopper. I think that stands in a different position and is as reliable as Vernault.

"… Your Highness. What are you laughing at?"

"No, I'm sorry"

To the boulder: "Is Your Highness reflecting? I don't talk about it, but it probably tells me that I don't regret reflection. Clive's slightly exaggerated sigh is proof of that.

"Your Highness, I really don't have any trouble going out on my own until the National Founding Festival is over. I'm serious about sealing off the castle."

"Don't bother with that. But it's okay. For that matter, the feathers have been stretched. I'll do my best to 'Your Highness' properly."

Sylvester says, "You don't really have to worry," until Jian International, thinking that Clive could really do as much as a blockade. I don't think it's impossible to get out of a blockade, but I'm not going to neglect my obligations any more than I did. I put on the time convenience that day as well.... I just didn't say when I was away other than Vernault because I knew it wouldn't go through with "ok".

So I really know. About who should be pissed off.

"... Clive, will you forgive Vernault for one second? I just made out with my best friend."

"Whatever His Highness may say, Lord Vernault needs reflection."

"You're stiff, Clay. Besides, it's too early to have a nasty penetration that year."

Are you tired of reflective sentences after all, Vernault points his mouth in tune with Sylvester's words. But that was more like making fun of Clive than wanting to convince him. I guess I'm bored too much. Vernault shouldn't have hated the study itself, but I guess the environment of being watched still attracted boredom. - But then you'll make me unnecessarily angry. Yes, Sylvester thought. But at the same time it caught on to one discomfort.... Clay?

Of course it would be the other party he was called to. There was no way he wouldn't notice either.

"... what's that called?"

"No, Clay was concerned because you're tough. You don't have to say 'lord' about me. That's why I let you nickname me, too, with familiarity. Clive Rafe Eames. If you read one letter at a time, it would be Clay, wouldn't it? Never mind."

"There's no way you don't care. I've never heard of such an omission."

"No, if I called you Clive, you'd definitely look like 'I don't mean it like you call me names', right? So get a little familiar,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about"

Cheng Cheng, Vernor seems to be trying to deepen his friendship somewhat from the way he calls it. Needless to say, Clive has an uncomfortable atmosphere of no more, but he immediately stops exchanging words in the way that 'it's also a hassle to deal with' with the crack. Of course, if he behaves like that, Vernault, fortunately, sees it as an acknowledgement, even if he knows it's not.

"... So let me call you Clay too"

"Your Highness."

"It's a joke. Clive, do you mind if I say hello inside?"

Silvester offered Sylvester his assignment to Clive, shrugging his shoulders because of his stare.

External greetings to Sylvester still have no role to play. Basically, I'm just holding back on His Majesty's side. Nevertheless, there is also an opportunity to say hello at the extremely inner circle meeting. In fact, several such venues have been set up during the National Founding Festival. Sylvester has now written up a draft for that time. Just because I actually gave you what I just wrote doesn't mean Clive's going to add it, but if you think taking care of it is a role, you'll do enough to look through it.

It's embarrassing for people to see what they've written, but I still have no hesitation if I can outdo this place. "Okay, I'll give it to the teacher," Clive said after he glanced at the greeting. I knew that was referring to Sylvester's language teacher, so Sylvester responded briefly, "Please."

Then just then, the long needle on the clock climbed to the top and one sound mimicking the bell rang in the room.

It's the sound of announcing fourteen o'clock.

"Your Highness, it's time."

Sylvester stood up prompted by Vernault's voice.

No matter what they say, Sylvester knows what he plans to do. Besides, this will not be forgotten. It is the time of the weekly rendezvous with Count Pameladia.

"Clive, do you mind if I go?

"... go ahead"

I guess Clive doesn't really want me to go. I somehow know that I still want to make you reflect.

But we also know that this one is calling the Count. I guess that's why we have to compromise. Still, I didn't want Sylvester to go alone, but following him seemed like a decision.

But nothing. Sylvester's not going to let that happen because he's seen it and he can't perform as usual. I don't have any trouble being seen. If Clive is distracted to this extent, Ning Lo, thank you very much.

But with that in mind, I didn't know how Sylvester was really smart, either. If Clive, for example, behaved as he ideally did, gained trust, and was recognized as a 'fine prince,' he would also soothe the eyes of surveillance directed at himself. The point is, you can just act to his satisfaction on the surface. If you say it in a nasty way, you just have to roll it over your hands. He is serious. So I don't think it's difficult.

But I didn't really want to take the means to buy it, Sylvester. Perhaps Clive will be someone to hang out with forever from now on. So if you're going to hide it, anyway, I don't want to go out with you like you're faking your heart. As I thought earlier, I don't hate Clive's thoughts per se. I'm not willing to fit everything into Clive, but I don't think he's thinking wrong. On the contrary, I think it's too right. But at the same time, I don't think I'm doing it wrong. It may not be true, but I think I'm just doing what I want to do in a way that I can. I don't think I can build my own path just by walking the path I've been paved.

That's why Sylvester wants to pick him up on his own as usual. That would be courtesy to Vernault, who will face it with all his heart.

Most likely, Clive would have limited himself where he had this idea. But then I will be the only one until then. Of course, it is not free to go, and I intend to make an effort to identify the line that cannot be abandoned. But there are certain parts that I don't want to give way to. I'm going to compromise on that. So far, after a few escapes, there's still no indication that Clive has limited Sylvester. The way they are looking...... especially though I feel strongly trying to figure out how they are getting out.

With that in mind, and mindful of Clive walking half a step behind him, Sylvester turned to the workout as usual.

"Clive, do you like swords?

"Not as much as I like it. But we need to fix it."

"Right. Then work with me and Vernor again."

"... Whatever your highness is, you do want to beat Lord Vernor once and for all"

Sylvester grinned bitterly at Clive saying it in the face. He doesn't quite like to lose, either. It's going to be a battle of interest even in the sense that once I crack my belly and talk...

But in contrast to Sylvester, who got better, Clive lost a little voice tone.

"... By the way, did you know that His Highness has a daughter of the same age as His Highness in Count Pameladia"

"Oh, that's cordelia. Vernault talks a lot."

Sylvester is also somewhat wary of a sudden shift in the subject of cracking. But I didn't let it seep into my voice, and I answered honestly the facts I knew without hesitation. Think without changing your expression at the same time. I don't know the contact between Clive and Cordelia. Rather, considering the length of time Clive was in a foreign country, there would be no problem in saying 'none'. Why is her name mentioned in that? Sylvester has not yet spoken her name to Clive from himself. Walking casually, Sylvester waited for the continuation of Clive's words.

"... be careful, Your Highness. Lord Vernault may be trampled on."

Eventually it was that content that emanated from Clive.

This is just unexpected advice to Sylvester, and I unwittingly round my eyes. Taking Clive's words as they are, Cordelia is about to approach Sylvester on the stepping stone of Vernor... That's impossible. The moment I thought so, I laughed unexpectedly.

"Don't worry. Vernault's not that stupid, and before that, she's not interested in me."

"What is that...?

"I've met Cordelia at the Frantheim house. Just a nice, polite greeting."

If you say that and smile, Clive carves a wrinkle between his eyebrows. You suspect it's true, but I guess you've come to the conclusion that there's nothing for Sylvester to gain from lying here. The fact that Sylvester found out about Cordelia is about as old as it used to be if there were facts that somewhat lay low. No problem.

"I hope so..." says Clive to the grand Sylvester. The voice was still not convinced.

"Isn't Clive making a very good impression on her?

……

"Or is it advice to be careful of all women my age or so?

With that said, Clive missed his gaze a little. I guess I would say a look like him for a bad bat. So Sylvester lowered his brow and said, "I'm not blaming you for anything else. It's not like I don't understand Clive's concerns with Sylvester. The Pameladian family... especially now the Pameladian family has the power to push through some impossibilities. Assuming that the Pameladian family interviews you about wanting your daughter in, you'll be paying due attention, even if it's informal. Elvis has a pretty strong voice. In addition to status itself, it is a force based on the high level of intelligence that allows even other nobles to be held in captivity. It is visible that politics will be harder to do if his mood is undermined. Of course, just because he left the castle doesn't mean that politics will no longer function at all, and it will only have to be to the point of being devastated. But that's also because Elvis himself is aware of the perfect balance to avoid being too dependent on himself. If he wants to focus more on himself, I don't think he can.

"Ten years ago, Elvis even tended to be in too much of a hurry."

Sylvester has heard his father say that recently. That also sounded like he said his replacement was hard to find.

Of course His Majesty had a past where Elvis' right arm was saved at a price, and that trust is still strong today. But other than that, I am certain that I have a strong trust in him. At the same time, however, the strong trust he has gained from His Majesty means that he has received a lot of jealousy from his surroundings. That extends to his sons, Cyrus and Ishma. But their mouths say nothing. I extremely dislike annoying people's hands and do my own processing. You don't have to tell the outside world because you have as much power as you can. Rather, it could expose you to weaknesses. If Elvis like that says he wants his daughter to be his daughter-in-law, etc., he won't be able to ignore it.

Most importantly, His Majesty laughs at the fact that he can never say such things right now. There's only one reason. The rare appearance of his human flavour… there is absolutely no reason to say it given his drowning for his daughter. The story of the Count building a greenhouse for his daughter through new technology, a blend of modern and ancient technology, is famous. I don't brag about my daughter, but it's obvious that she adores her daughter. Sylvester also thinks it's impossible for Elvis, who drowns her daughter that far, to let her go so easily. Cordelia is not the kind of daughter who falls off so easily in the first place.

But on the contrary, it's Clive, who knows little about Elvis, which is probably why those attitudes are taken into account in the way that 'parents who do whatever their daughter wants = parents who leave their will if they want Prince Wang'.

"Be careful, Your Highness. There are many people around His Highness who are blinded by power. I know there are many opportunities to talk to various young ladies at the Founding Fathers' Festival, both domestic and international, but some consider Your Highness to be ours."

"I also know not to be told by boulders. I've been" Your Highness "for over a decade now."

"I'm not joking"

I also convinced Clive, who would seriously give it back, that Sylvester was' not kidding, 'while' oh, is that why this is the right time '. But that's really now. This may be the first time for Clive, but for Sylvester, it's every year.... And perhaps not coming Cordelia this year will also be an annual thing.

I'd like to talk to you slowly once in this look, but I think so.

"... Your Highness?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking a little bit. But Clive. I do think there is something around me that holds evil hopes and tries to get close to me. However, it is not only such persons. You know what I'd know if I was looking at you or Vernault?

……

"I'm still going to have a lot of eyes on people."

If you say that jokingly, Clive's expression will look more uncomfortable.

(... so I don't want to blame you)

Even if Sylvester thinks so, this won't be an instant convincing story. I'm sure the serious Clive said, "You think I don't have eyes to see? Maybe he feels questioned."

I think if we crack it down a little more, we'll be able to communicate around here too... but I think this will still be a challenge. I'm really looking forward to the day when I can accomplish it.

"… why does Your Highness seem to enjoy it"

"It's actually fun."

……

"It'll help if you figure it out one of these days," Sylvester said to Clive, who seems puzzled.

"Well... for that matter, could you call me Sylvester, not Your Highness?"

"... Yes?

"Inherent nouns are important, aren't they?

With that said, Clive also showed a slight hesitation, but eventually he coughed once smaller and then said, "Yes, Master Sylvester," he said.

Just a little bit, I thought I had something to tell you.

(... Well, that's just who I still want Dili to turn around, I can't say)

Still, I hope one day I can crack my belly and talk.

At the same time, Sylvester tightened his mind, thinking that he needed to learn more about various aspects in order to do so.