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

This is the first time Cordelia has set foot in the streets of the Wang capital, where there are also aristocratic movements. Until now, all the outings have been artisanal streets and distant rides, with the exception of Hale Mansion and Frantheim Mansion. Naturally, I was not dressed to walk down this street, so I never stopped by. So above all the well-kept cobblestone roads, the gorgeous outfits, the huge theatre, and the number of fine carriages to go to were all things to start and see.

Fresh. I almost raised my voice unexpectedly, but Cordelia grabbed the umbrella in her hand. The umbrella was a souvenir from Christina and was embroidered with small flowers.

But they noticed that little motion. Christina chuckled fluffily and gently.

"Dear Cordelia, are you new to this place?

"Yeah. So I'm counting on Emina, too"

"Well. You're with me. A friend tells me that the night the theatre opens is the most brilliant around here. You think a popular love story is being performed to your ladies now? I'd love to watch a play with you someday."

Cordelia laughed along with it to Emina, who grinned.

There's no way I can say, 'I can't see that because it itches.' I'm happy to be invited, but I can't imagine myself being able to share my thoughts after the show. If you think about that, you can't make the conversation play well.

(I hope you know other areas of interest to Christina...)

Ask questions about their area of expertise when they have trouble talking about it. I know this is the smoothest way to have a conversation. But in Christina's case, it didn't work. I saw it when I waved about clothes because I was going around the tailor once in the carriage, but the reaction I came back with was a gentle grin, not an atmosphere where I could hear it go on deeply...

(Maybe this mood is like, 'I'd like to talk to that guy at first sight, but I don't know what to let go of! I wonder if it feels like')

If so, there is only one thing I can say. I don't want to see it at first sight. I don't know what to do. That's all. Where does the thread of conversation roll when you just want to get close?

Seeing the heart of such a cordelia or "it's quick," Emina broke in very naturally.

"First of all, this store is where Christina was talking about."

"Oh, that's a nice shop."

The store was planted with small flowers at the end of the store, and was hung with a plate carved with the name of the store in elegant letters.

The foot-stepped store is unified in white, with one counter, a few dresses that would be a sample, and then a design painting on a white table. And behind the counter is a glass wall, and the colorful cloth shows how the workshop looks.

As I watched the shop, I noticed a visitor in the workshop.

"Thank you for your patience."

It was a woman who would have come out of her mid twenties. She said, "Would you like a dress?," he asked when he saw Christina. I'm sure it looked like a combination of a courtier, a distant sister of her age and a samurai to a woman. Lady Christina laughed quietly but gracefully.

"Yeah. I haven't decided what it looks like yet, but could you show me a cloth sample first? I want to decide from the color."

"Yes, sir."

To Christina's answer, the clerk took out a few snug books from under the counter. All of them were affixed with a small cut cloth, under which the name and origin of the fabric were noted.

The clerk put them on the table where the design paintings were located and cleaned up the design paintings. And I say, "Go ahead, take it easy."

Christina got a lot of rugged stuff sticking out of it. And one page at a time, I'm seriously looking through.

Cordelia was next to it and tried to open a cloth sample of the pattern she didn't reach for. The sample reads' (Reference) for interior 'on the table, and in addition to the blank, there were a number of patterned cloths, such as checks and geometric patterns. Materials vary from cotton to wool to hemp. I see, it could certainly be a cloth not suitable for a dress. Some of the cloth samples were cotton in Pameladian territory that said' Eldiga region ', which made me a little happy.

Cordelia had been looking at the book for a while, but eventually reached for the next one. Apparently, the next book, written only as "Rugged," was for a sample dress, something that was rather detailed, including slight color differences and differences in origin.

(When you're in custody, you're going to be detained everywhere...)

Cordelia's own color preferences have never bothered me so much about fine differences. So I was surprised. With grasshoppers, I guess it means there are more varieties in the environment.

Cordelia glanced up at Christina sideways for a moment. She takes a serious look at the book and touches the cloth sample with her fingertips. They're also making sure it feels tactile.

"Dear Christina, shall we call the artisans"

Christina looked up to Emina's words.

"Yeah, I need you to show me this cloth and this cloth."

"Yes, I did. Is there a cloth that Master Cordelia would also like to see?

"No, I'm good"

I'd like to see it, but I'm not going to buy it even if I do. I have a lot of them, and they should still grow tall. So Cordelia decided to look from the side at a cloth called Christina's. It's the cloth she chooses that was so serious about the cloth. Must be very beautiful.

When Emina called the craftsman to convey her request, now a skilled, seemingly skilled craftsman emerged from the back, not earlier. What the craftsmen brought was a smoothly glowing fabric.

"This is the Flora Silk you requested. It's rare, so this is the only stock available this season..."

"Thank you. I'll show you a little."

Flora Silk. Cordelia was surprised to hear that. What to hide, because that's the best silk in the country the Count Olcott family boasts. It is also known as the "jewel fabric", which is characterized by a slight change in colour taste due to the angle. Naturally the region is the Flora region, the territory of the Earl of Orcott, but only a handful of 'flora silks' really exist among the silks created from the Flora region. Because silkworms are a very rare type and cannot be made into cloth without more skilled technicians, mass production is not possible. This is actually the first time I have seen Cordelia up close as it is not really a fabric to use for children's dresses unless I am royal either.

Also, if you tailor it to a dress if it's that difficult fabric to handle, the artisan arm is quite questionable. Before that, it was a product that even aristocrats could not get to quickly because of its production...

(... even if you didn't bother to stop by the store, why in the King's Capital would a lady from Count Olcott's house get what she should get? Is that part of the market research?

Cordelia questioned, but Christina's eyes weren't shaking at all, so she can't even ask. You're looking at silk in the first place without telling them the fact that it's "Countess Orcott." I can't even say the craftsman before. But I noticed Christina's words moving her mouth small without speaking out.

'... good, it was real'

Real? What are you talking about?

Though I think so, of course I can't speak. I was just somehow convinced that Christina was looking for 'something' in this outing.

In the end, in the first store, 'I'll let you think a little more about the colour flavor,' Christina put in a no for natural reasons. Craftsmen also learned, 'I can't arrange it, but I will try to buy it next semester. If you're going to choose a color flavor, this is the best time,' he told Christina of his plans to arrive next semester. I didn't make a name for it, but you know it's not chilling with tricks and outfits.... It may be hard to look so eagerly at the dough in the first place and think it's chilling.

While heading to the next store, Cordelia was a little confused as to whether to ask Christina's sincerity. May I ask? But Christina asked Cordelia before Cordelia opened her mouth.

"What did Cordelia think of the fabric earlier?

"Is it Flora Silk?... I've never seen it before, but it was so beautiful. It becomes a mediocre word, but the harder it is to describe otherwise."

With that said, Christina laughed happily.

"More research on silkworm farming was carried out in the land of Flora than in ancient times. Now is the time to produce silk elsewhere, but even with the exception of Flora Silk, we believe that the quality of silk is the best in the country and the world."

"I also learned that Flora's silk is said to be valuable from other countries. In the past, the king of another country possessed his charm, and he couldn't help but ask for it, and he also told me that it had become a trump card for the signing of important treaties."

"It is in the wisdom of our ancestors, who could not be said to be an important base. Respect cannot be exhausted for that attitude, which has created something that many people are happy with, but above all, we can only be grateful for its power, which has been overcome by obtaining gold and silver for its low food self-sufficiency due to land patterns. … However, there is something hard to do with gold and silver. There have been many times in the past, especially when crops, including wheat, have been unsuccessful, there is no surplus and it is difficult to buy them fully."

When she understood the meaning of that Christina word, Cordelia realized that the reason for her brother's and her engagement was there. Higher silk can be sold in the land of Pameladia, the trading place. The land of Flora, on the other hand, paves the way for the importation of stable food from the less flawed land. Sometimes about five years ago there were global murders. Maybe there was support from Pamela at that time. This is not uncommon as an aristocratic marriage apart...... rather a deal that would be considered good luck if it would benefit each other's territory.

(... but your brother seemed concerned about how Christina felt)

If I could hear anything out, my brother's concerns might be dispelled.

I think so, but it's a problem that makes it hard for kids to talk. too delicate. Even though it's not a topic I'm good at.

(If this is the case, I should have asked you earlier when we talked about watching the play. Christina said what you think about romance. But it's hard to ask straight...)

While doing so, he arrives at the second store with Emina's lead, "It's that store next". Oh, I couldn't ask well. I'm halfway through speaking out now. As she approached the store with that in mind, Christina was small and really snapped like she was talking to herself.

"So if it's true, it's not my fault."

I don't think that was a mistake. But the sound of a drifting bell at the same time as the store door opened completely lost the time to ask.

Unlike earlier stores, the second store was one that was narrow and decorated with dresses. Although the dress exists in various patterns, there are also many cases of simply different colors, and it can even be seen that it is a product that is already scheduled to be handed over due to the fact that it is tagged. The shape of the store itself is not significantly different from that of the earlier store, or there was a large, creased window on the wall behind the counter, which was constructed with a visible workshop.

Unlike earlier shops, a slightly better width man sat at the counter as the store number.

"Oh, ladies, welcome"

"Sorry to bother you. I'd like to see the fabric, do you have a cloth sample?

"Of course there is! Here you go."

Cordelia caught on to the clerk recommending the chair with a laugh. I don't know why, but I think I saw the letter 'heh heh' on my smile. It's not a look like Ronnie's, it's very creative somewhere. It's no surprise you're making a smile because you're a merchant, and I don't think that's the conscious look you can do either because you're not an actor. But it is very uncomfortable. I wonder what.

While he was being handed a cloth sample, now a woman appeared as wide as a man from the back. She offered tea, "Take your time," but Cordelia became even more anxious about it. Assuming it's near a cloth sample, no, what is liquid where the finished dress is arranged. Is there an assumption that tea will not be zeroed if it is a courtier like asking for a dress? Of course that is naturally required...... Even so, when I looked at the cloth sample, its contents were pasted in a different way from the previous store.

(Although the previous store didn't even have an indication of the price...... you even get the letters' special offer 'and' bargain 'here)

If the earlier store is an elegant one, this one may be selling a sense of discount.

Even when it comes to nobility in a bite, the difference in assets is enormous. I don't even feel like the tea served is as intimate as the lower town if I think so. I thought so, but after turning the page for a while, my hand stopped inadvertently.

"Flora Silk (for consultation)"

Cordelia questioned the letter. Do you have Flora Silk? In this store?

Not thinking it was a cloth present in a store selling cheap, Cordelia stared seriously at the letter. I don't have a price statement or anything, so maybe I'm thinking of the wealthy. But with all due respect, I don't think the Flora Silk Seeking layer will fit with the customer base of this store.

"Is your lady interested in Flora Silk?

Talked to a male clerk, Cordelia looked up. Probably because I was looking at it seriously. Cordelia got lost in the answer here. I'm interested. But I didn't want to say anything unnecessary, so I shut up and snorted. The man seemed to feel good.

"I can't tailor a dress for kids with this, but if you're my sister, I can talk to you."

With that said, my gaze moves to Christina. Christina seemed to be looking at the same page, and its fingertips touched the fabric.

"Well, is it me?

"Will the lady be able to go out to the night club, too? Well, the value is tense, but the brilliance is first-class."

"Yes, after all, beautiful women are only beautifully dressed!

Christina, a woman who rides a man who sells well, to both of them, frowned down like she was in trouble, answering, "Well, can I show you some fabric, if you like?" They smiled and pulled into the back. By contrast, Christina looked anxiously at the cloth sample. That looked more like another anxiety than 'a dear courtier was hit by a forceful push'.

Eventually, two people came from behind with about four colors of cloth.

"What do you say, this color, gloss, touch. Which would be separate from very common silk, right?

"This cloth is all a sample...... it doesn't quite come into our store either, so it will take delivery time, but if that means by next year, we can secure it at this price. We don't do business with Tengu like other stores, it's a bargain, right? Of course, the design is fine after the cloth can be secured!

The goofy and pushy men and women set up a strong sell-in for Christina.

Even if you don't say so, Countess Olcott knows more about that silk than you do.

Of course, I don't know about it. I think it's a big deal for men and women to sell in, but the product is not a product that sells cheap. If you want to push out the cheap, it's a mass-market product. Christina may be offended by the way she laments that Flora Silk from other stores is expensive. When Cordelia did her gaze as she peered, she looked troubled. And I opened my mouth.

"Your father tells you to tailor one immediately, if possible. But I might be able to talk to you if I wear another one. Do you mind if I reply now?

Cordelia almost blinked her eyes unexpectedly to the unexpected answer. Tilt your neck in your heart instead. But the clerks didn't question anything. They had a full smile and said, 'You were still introducing the lady, too'.... Introduction?

"If possible, I would love to hear your quote..."

"Please wait a moment!

The hastily described dress quote was' expensive, but the price you can manage to reach if you work hard '. And with that, the business deal was over.

Cordelia finally opened her mouth when she started walking to the third store and couldn't see the store.

"... Dear Christina, that was a little... strange, wasn't it?

"Master Cordelia was still noticed."

"Again?"

"Dear Cyrus is asking. Very, very wise."

I'm very curious to see how my brother praised me for stabbing the nail so I wouldn't have a mistress, but vaguely deluded me into saying "that's a little too much" so I wouldn't say anything extra. But Christina was just smiling at it.

But the look quickly disappeared from his face.

"Dear Cordelia, may I ask you a favor"

"How was it?

"When all of today's appointments are over, let me talk to you. Until then, is it possible for you to suit me?

The expression that lowers the eyebrows slightly also mixes anxiety, but doesn't make you feel like pulling.

What are we talking about? I guess that's what Cordelia wants to know. But I have no reason to say no to Cordelia before she promises to talk about it.

"I'm here today because I want to talk to Christina. I won't stand in your way, Christina."

To the sneering cordelia, Christina was breathing relief.

After all, I couldn't get around the eight stores that were Christina's goal.

The main cause was that the third store was quite far from the second store. Still didn't throw up weak noises or anything, but I went around the four stores and the limit came to Christina's feet. That's not just because I walked too far today, it was caused by the fact that my late muscle aches, which danced a little too far at the ball, which is also the finale of the Founding Fathers' Festival, were still healing.

"I only danced one or two songs at most at a feast in the realm. But that's not going to happen here... we need to work out a little bit more."

That's how embarrassed Christina was to say briefly how her own legs were.

After going around the fourth store, Cordelia was invited by Emina to the Orcot residence, where she bought confectionery at the store where she had planned to have coffee. The confectionery was a rich chocolate mousse, with layers divided into three parts. All three layers had different palates and the slightly aromatic western liquor was exquisite.

"Doesn't Master Christina like to dance?

"I didn't like it when I was young, but I don't hate dancing per se. I'm just... a little embarrassed. It would be really close, wouldn't it?

Cristina blushing her cheeks slightly, and Cordelia was also caught unconsciously. I know that's what dancing is all about. But when you get that look, the embarrassment comes in. Perhaps it was caused by the evocation of the 'normal' of the previous life that remained in the back of the brain. Normally that kind of intimacy doesn't happen. Cordelia rushed to shake off that consciousness, which was about to be dragged away. This is not the necessary information. It's nice to know how Christina feels, but if I regain this consciousness, I may not be able to dance to myself. I can practice and dance pretty well because of it, but that's troublesome. I'm in trouble.

Christina went on to Cordelia trying to shake her consciousness off that way.

"Me, when I was just beginning to learn to dance, the lessons were painful and painful and I couldn't help it. At last, I was stubborn. The teacher was very kind to me. But there were times when Cyrus dealt with me on behalf of such a teacher."

"Oh, your brother?

"If I'm talking about Master Cyrus, I'm sure the teacher knew what to ask. I used to talk a lot worse than I do now, but Master Cyrus always affirmed it without being so impressed with me."

I felt 'rather my brother doesn't talk much either, so I don't think he would deny it', but Cordelia didn't say anything because I somehow felt that it probably didn't mean that. But I noticed one thing in this flow.

(Brother, you don't seem to have to worry.)

As far as Christina is concerned, the words my brother was whining about...... I don't see a backward vibe about what Christina thinks of marriage. My brother doesn't have a bad impression that he cares about her either, so I'm sure he'll be a peaceful couple - what Cordelia thought. During that time, Christina uttered what Cordelia didn't think.

"That's why I'm sorry. If you're Cyrus, you really need a more deserving maid than I do."

Cordelia solidified.

"Master Christina?

"It is widely known that Master Cyrus is a nice person. Your arms as a knight who became a young deputy captain, as well as your calm and sedentary judgment. By comparison, I have nothing to be proud of. I intend to wear upbringing so that I am not ashamed to be Master Cyrus's wife either. But there's nothing more."

Cordelia was puzzled by how Christina said it.

Encourage, comfort, deny thoughts. Such an option floated and disappeared as soon as it came up. I can't get the word out. I didn't know Christina very well when I said it wasn't. There's no way the words I uttered in that resonated with her. It becomes a word on the top, so to speak, which cannot be exemplified as' where, for example '. Besides, my expression is hard to read, and I don't know how my brother feels, so I can't say mild words easily.

But Christina didn't want answers in the first place.

She continued her words quietly with a fine, core voice.

"So - even if it's just one thing, I want to accomplish it. With my power, I don't know how far it will work... but I want to protect our pride. I wonder why the fake Flora Silk is out in the king's capital."