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

Cordelia, who woke up the next morning, quickly finished dressing and headed to the dining room.

"Good morning, brother"

"Oh."

Cyrus, who was in the dining room earlier, was reading the newspaper over a cup of tea.

There are no illustrations or 'chassis' publications in newspapers in this world, and the more they appear in the dictionary, with the exception of the title, the tighter the letters are packed. They have the opportunity to see it if it's not as popular as it was in previous life, but if it's a general family that can afford the Wang Capital. According to Ronnie, some people put out money and do spinning readings like "Kylan Bang".

Cordelia also usually reads newspapers after her father reads them. The majority of the articles decorating the paper here these days are events at the Founding Fathers' Festival. The political story of what a royal greeting the great man of this country could see... Talk about setting a new record for the big food tournament. Various, but Cordelia thinks her brother won't be perusing the Big Food Games in the morning. No, it would be about flush reading even in the morning.

(I knew your brother looked a lot like your father when he read the paper.)

Does it mean that it is Lieutenant Boulder who seems to have a lot of piercing locks even though he is in his twenties?

(... I would have liked to see your father's knightly clothes extra if I thought so)

Though I don't expect you to wear it where I imagined you would look even if you wore it now.

When Cordelia took her seat, the meal was brought immediately.

Garrett and salad I ordered for breakfast today during yesterday. Garrett has mushrooms and asparagus with cheese, and bacon and semi-ripe eggs on it. It's delicious, and the crisp feel of buckwheat flour is fun. They don't eat much in the Wang capital, but once every few days, Cordelia breakfasts this. He caught such a cordelian breakfast at the edge of his eyes, and Cyrus looked up from the newspaper.

"... is that seaside city food?

"Yeah. I happened to know about the presence of buckwheat flour when I was arranging the herbs, and I had them purchased every cooking method. Most importantly, they seem to be eating a little simpler locally. You know your brother, too?

"I've been on assignment. I've never eaten before."

"Do you also enjoy your brother?

Maybe the fact that I went on a mission meant I didn't even have time to walk around freely.

If you're interested, it would be best if you ate it. Of course I'm not the one making it, but Cordelia is the only one currently eating this menu. Perhaps Cyrus would be served a familiar breakfast if I didn't say so.

But Cyrus shook his head gently.

"No, let's do that on holiday"

Cordelia was annoyed by the response.

Maybe I still have some training today. It is a profession with many physical battles. Maybe I'm calculating how much stomach.

After a while the meal was also carried to my brother, who had finished reading the newspaper. The amount was unlikely to fit twice the cordelia. Mountain salad, bread, meat, fish... my brother flattens it flat and beautifully.

(... it doesn't matter what your stomach feels like with this amount)

I think this sight I see from time to time is always an amazing amount. But with regard to Garrett, Cyrus has at least indicated his intention to eat. That shouldn't mean I don't want to. Then Cordelia made up her mind to really have it eaten for the next holiday.

"... you like to eat too?

"Huh? Yes. I like it. I can't thank a cook enough for always behaving like a delicious dish."

"Right."

"Yes."

"... you have any thoughts on the meal as well?

To that question, Cordelia solidified for a moment. I thought it was just a confirmation of my sister's taste, but it wasn't.

Cordelia felt vague pressure, even though Cyrus always looked the same.

Feeling that in a corner, Cordelia thought about how to answer. To be honest, I have something on my mind. The idea just hasn't been a clear plan yet, and I've never told anyone. But it's also an opportunity. I'd like to see how you react if you can hear me.

"… we think that if we could have a cultural exchange of food,"

And Cordelia opened her mouth pompously.

To that reaction, Cyrus said, "For example?," he urged.

"For example, in the land of Pamela, there's a dessert called crêpe that looks a lot like Garrett's, right? Garrett is not famous, but I don't think crepes can be accepted without having become buckwheat flour dough. And sell crepes to the harbor. I think it's easy to accept that this is a sweet dessert garrett."

If it's food you've never seen at all, it might take a little time to root it out. But if it's similar food, there should be less resistance. I think so. Cyrus went on to question Cordelia.

"How do you think that makes a profit?

"I was wondering if the profitability would be to feel intimate and fond of each other's land through food. Ultimately, I hope to be inspired by different cultures, including each other's food, to revitalize exchanges and create new cultures."

"Rather than a plan, hope"

"Yeah, but I don't think it's a bad story. For example, if you ask for the cooperation of artisans in existing stores, it doesn't cost much, and it's actually important to spread the sweets in our territory, right?

Of course, there would be no reason to have zero capital contributions. But Cordelia thinks it's worth a try. Cyrus showed Cordelia how he had thought about it for a while.

"... have you talked to your father?

"No, not yet. I'm just still thinking about it, because I haven't reached the stage of writing a plan."

"Then you should plan to use the Fishing Pleasure Festival for the timing of selling over there. It's easy to attract customers and it's time to loosen your purse strings. On the contrary, in our land, you can take advantage of the harvest festival. Same reason."

Yes, I listened to my brother's advice and Cordelia understood that at least she didn't think my brother would be kicked in the suggestion by my father. Not that I wasn't confident, but it still makes me confident that I'll get affirmation.

"It's going to be a long time to hear your true purpose."

"Oh... are you listening to me too?

"Unless you have time."

My brother, who says so, had almost finished his meal. Fast.

Cordelia talked better, though, in different quantities. I wonder how fast this meal is going to take place when I was gracefully drinking tea. Is it speed in the dormitory?

Cordelia stopped her brother from leaving the dining room after eating.

"Brother, how about an example thing?

"... it is done. Let's keep it before we leave the house."

"Thank you"

My brother didn't see the cordelia he thanked, but now it's time to leave the dining room behind.

(Good)

Not that I was worried, but I'd be relieved if you told me you could write it.

With that in mind, Cordelia put a knife in her meal again. Even if it's too slow, the meal gets cold because of it. Plus, I'm late for my promise.

(But, Brother Boulder. I can't believe I have a plan. Maybe it's a prospect.)

Cordelia thought as she carried the cut garrett into her mouth. He's my brother who's going to point out that the chance to face each other is at least his wife. That's about it. No wonder.

As Cyrus pointed out, the Cordelia's aim is not just AC. Of course I would be happy if, as a result of cultural exchanges, dishes like 'Wayousetschu' produced by 'Nihongjin', and hence similar cultures, were born.

But the best expectation is to develop a route to the sale of essential oils. It's not like I didn't originally trade with the port town as a Pameladian land. It is considered to be a very expensive route, especially as regards wood and wheat. But it's only about aristocracy and merchant level. Even if luxurious dishes are famous among the wealthy, they do not penetrate as familiar to ordinary people. Rather, it is possible that it is considered an 'expensive product'. In fact, there are many affordable items like table sets in general homes, but they are seldom highlighted as Pamela Territory wood. I can't emphasize even the cheaper ones for the name value. Some of them have lower grades about wheat, but the same goes for them. Buckwheat powder is rooted on the seaside because the price rises in the first place, even if the grade is lower.

(Dessert is a form of luxury, and if it's not at an unscrupulous price, it's easy to get your hands on. I think this would be a good idea to get the common folk familiar with Pameladia's name as well)

We don't know how penetrating it actually is, and even if it does, we don't know when Cordelia will be using that route. Because mass production must succeed if it is to penetrate the private sector. However, there should be no bad things happening by making the people familiar.

(Ok, now as a summary of this with your brother's advice...... I was wondering if it's time to switch heads about today,)

Let's keep a diary of what's happening to the food. And stick a sticky note to make sure you don't forget. With that in mind, Cordelia carried the rest of the meal into her mouth.

"Master Christina is waiting for you."

Cordelia, who finished her meal, also returned to her room to prepare for her departure.

And less than a moment later Cordelia followed Pameladia's mansion with Emina to the Orcot family. My brother keeps a dark daybook. Of course, there is no such thing as stealing, so to hold back curiosity, Cordelia wrapped it in a solid fabric before stringing it with a ribbon. This should also prevent accidents such as' I saw it the moment I dropped it '. It's an important project. Before I say impotent, I apologize in case I have to rule out the possibility as much as possible.

Cordelia, who thus holds the diary firmly in the carriage, noticed a gaze pointing from the front.

"What's going on? Emina."

I don't think the gaze I was looking at was that strong.

But Cordelia has barely experienced now that she gets her gaze from Emina at this distance. That's why Cordelia asked Emina as she leaned her neck. Then Emina lay her eyes down a little and then opened her mouth.

"Ma'am, just in case something unforeseeable happens, make sure you choose safety first"

"... it's unusual for you to say that."

There's not much that Emina would suggest to Cordelia. So I honestly expressed that sentiment, but Emina quietly offered to apologize.

"Sorry if I bothered you"

"That's not true. That's what you're gonna tell me, isn't it?... Something bothering you?

"No.... I just didn't get a very good feeling"

"Right. I don't think I'm in the mood for a story, either."

At least it won't come with good results or anything like that in a fraud case.

But even then, Emina dares to draw attention. It wouldn't just mean what Cordelia thinks.

(… I wonder if your brother has heard anything)

If my brother is ordering Christina's guide, it's no wonder she's under some kind of direction. It is also believed that my brother is silencing me for reasons not to give details. Or maybe Emina hasn't even heard the details. In fact, I heard Cordelia smell the incident, but she wasn't directly informed.

"Okay. Thank you, Emina."

It's all speculation, but even if I was wrong, I didn't think it would disadvantage Cordelia.

(If Emina really knew something, she'd send me some kind of autograph if she had to. My job is not to miss it)

But on second thought, Emina is also involved in a complicated story.

Cordelia was quietly determined that she really had to give her thanks once and for all.

Almost at the same time Cordelia thanked him, the carriage slowly stopped. Apparently, they've arrived.

It was a little early to visit the store, but I had originally planned to reconfirm the itinerary before I left. So it's not too early. Cordelia and Emina, who got off the carriage, were led to the guest room by an Orcott servant.

"Good morning, Master Christina"

"Good morning, Master Cordelia, Mr. Emina"

Behind Christina, who appeared shortly after, her maid refrained.

The samurai is pushing a cart with a plate with a few bite-sized mousses and tea on it. Cordelia felt happily troubled by the cake that seemed to go in fine, even though it hadn't been that long since we had breakfast. Can I eat it? No, I know you're serving it to eat, but it's also after you've had enough breakfast.

(... you can consume calories when you walk. Yeah. Plus the cake isn't huge... and when I get home, a little exercise shouldn't be a problem)

With that in mind, Cordelia put the cake in her mouth as recommended. Then the sweet and sour berry happiness spread all over my mouth.

"Did it fit your mouth?

"Yeah, it's delicious"

"That's good. Well, I'm going to change today… I'd like to ask for a change."

"Is that a change?

"Yeah.... I don't even think that's the case, but I'd like to make a few stops. I'll clean it up in just a little bit."

"Of course there's nothing wrong with me...... which one of you has business?

That's about how Christina is, so I guess it's not a difficult story to incorporate into an appointment. Christina dyed her cheeks as Cordelia tilted her neck with that in mind.

"Yesterday's treat was so delicious, I must tell Master Cyrus... and... I like sweet things, and I thought if you could just forget about your work fatigue for a moment..."

"... does your brother like sweets?

"Huh? It's served a lot, isn't it?

"Yeah, yeah. Yes, you did."

... but I've never seen it.

Cordelia nodded vaguely as she swallowed the word. No wonder my brother likes sweets, but at least I've never seen them. With that in mind, Cordelia vaguely misled.

Christina was a little embarrassed and said, "Good."

"I used to give you chocolate every time I saw you. Ah... but if it's a treat from Wang Du, you might always be served...? I don't know if I'd be very happy if I didn't show up."

"I don't think you should worry about that."

If you're used to eating, if you always like it enough, you won't be disappointed. I just didn't think Cordelia would eat it all the time.

(Your brother was making a souvenir because... Christina would love it)

I can't tell you. With that in mind Cordelia thought from the bottom of her heart with much patience: 'Realize quickly and each other'. And for that reason, I removed the string I was putting on my journal.

"Dear Christina. Here, I took it from your brother."

"From Master Cyrus?

"Yeah. I'm writing to you, but it's in my diary because I asked you to do a little bit of impossibility to see a record of our interactions with each other."

"Let's go..."

Naturally, but you must have been confused. Christina received it from Cordelia, staring strangely at the diary.

"If you don't mind... I'll be fine later. Could you please reply?"

"Yeah, yeah. That, of course..."

"What's going on?

Cordelia asked her hiding such an atmosphere, thinking Christina, who looked confused, couldn't help it. It is only in the knowledge that you are saying it is impossible. But Christina would be unnecessarily confused if she was anxious here. But Christina's reaction was slightly different from Cordelia's expectations.

"I was a little surprised by the many seasonal changes that Silas wrote to me. Then you get nervous. I'm nervous about your letter, but I can tell you later what I wrote."

Cordelia was relieved to see Christina narrow her eyes as she said so. The way Christina gently strokes the cover of the diary also looks a little twitchy.

Cordelia broke her expression.

"... Can you read it now?

"Huh?!

"We still have time. I'll have a cup of tea, and if there's nothing else I can change, I'm sure it's okay."

Christina seemed surprised by Cordelia's suggestion, but eventually put her hand on the cover, "Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment," she said. He then dropped his eyes on the contents, followed the letters, and gradually dyed his face to Zhu. It also conveys a refreshing atmosphere.

(... what did you write, brother)

I'm very concerned about the content, but I can't even add tea, so Cordelia drank a lot of tea. I also wanted 'this cuteness divided' for Christine's reaction, which is cuter than I imagined. When I do it, I get bumpy.

But when I shifted my gaze, Emina had a very gentle look on her face.

"What's wrong? Emina."

"No...... excuse me. I thought you two were very similar."

"What could it be?

Almost simultaneously as Cordelia leaned her neck in wonder, Christina also saw Emina.

"When Cordelia reads your letter, she points to the line just like Christina. There's a lot of similarities in what looks like fun."

Letters, I'm guessing you're referring to things from Jill. Something from Hazel isn't an option either, but in the case of Hazel, it's concise and clear, probably just an appointment. I don't have enough rows to follow with my fingers.

But in retrospect, Cordelia felt that such a habit did exist. And there's no mistake in pointing out that I'm having fun. It's just that when it comes to one thing different, it's not a romantic maiden atmosphere like Christina's. Sometimes it's about enjoying conversations with talking friends... embarrassing to be arranged on the same line as love. It's a big misunderstanding. No, though that may not mean anything in depth.

"Does Master Cordelia also like to write to you?

"Yeah, yeah. I have a friend I haven't been able to meet, so I've been interacting with her through a letter."

"That's why you've spoken to Master Cyrus. Thank you."

Cordelia clouded her words to Christina, who looked up all the time.

"... Dear Christina and Cordelia. I thought it might be time for you to leave."

"Oh, yeah. Dear Christina, how about that?

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I thought it would be a good time."

Christina slowly closed the diary and told Cordelia that she would leave it in her own room while showing a little regret in Cordelia's inquiry. And then she showed up again, and she lowered her brow and laughed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Don't worry about it. Let's come."

"Yes. If you read what you received, you will want to write back, but I will be patient with that."

Cordelia also laughed at Christina, who told the joke.

"I won't run away from the diary."

"Hehe, you won't know which one is older."

"Oh, look in the mirror, it's obvious, isn't it? That Christina is my proud sister-in-law."

Christina went bright red if Cordelia said so.

I think the desire to write a reply quickly also includes the power that the form of the book holds. I think the awareness that it's their belongings makes them think they need to be returned to them as soon as possible... Cordelia has never tried it herself, so I'm only expecting it.

But after I recommended it, should I still try to execute it myself? If you're going to do this weird favor, they're going to be Lara or Ronnie... but they both say "it's faster to say it with your mouth".

The carriage that got in with that in mind quickly arrived at the desired store.

(If your brother and Christina do well, maybe I need to try it)

Cordelia got off the carriage with that in mind.

The two stores that went around in the morning were very glamorous and classic.

The former apparently also had experience of shopkeepers studying abroad, and had an attitude of actively incorporating new styles. The latter was a very traditional store, with a garment history museum next to the store. Christina looked very attracted to the view of history, but she left the scene next time she said she would stop by.

And they didn't have any suspicions from her at both stores.

And Cordelia heard an unexpected voice as she headed out to a new store to visit again in the afternoon over lunch.

"Oh, aren't you ladies from yesterday?

Cordelia looked back, and there was a man from the store she visited yesterday... who handled the silk dress of the goods. He approached Christina with a smile and followed his words as he gestured slightly louder with joy.

"No, you're a dormitory! It's a beautiful day and it's a great day out."

"Yes, you are."

Cordelia quietly half-stepped back when she saw how Christina would respond. I don't think I would have wanted to see you today if I could, but that would be the same for Christina. The expression was soft, but the vigilance was felt. Though the most opposing man doesn't seem to realize that much.

"But... are you in this store today?

"Yes. I asked my father to allow me to tailor it if I only wore it, but I also asked him to look at the various dresses before deciding."

"No, we're the ones who can make your daughter's lovely dress cheap. Look, at other stores, you can make your sister's share at the price of just one of your daughters' clothes, right?

Even while Christina interacts well, the momentum of men never stops.

If we let it go too far, it could interfere with future investigations. But it is a little forceful, and the magnitude of this voice may be evil noticeable. I have trouble getting strange rumors in the eyes of people I know. Cordelia pulled Christina's sleeve and spoke out so that the man could hear her.

"Sister-in-law, business talks aren't on the street...?

"Yeah, right."

"Oh, right. I beg your pardon. Then please come to my store. Look, I'm just about to come by today."

The man's words were unexpected for Cordelia and for Christina.

Inquirer? Christina also slightly hardened her voice to that voice.

"Is that... would you like to talk to me about a new fabric?

"Yeah, right. If you want a quick fix, we might be able to offer you a special Silk Flora, too, right? Anyway, it's where my shop always buys it."

Cordelia also pinched her mouth to a confident man.

"My sister-in-law wants to be determined by color. Don't look. You can't have a contract."

"So why don't you just watch? Instead, if color is your top priority, you wouldn't start without looking at it, would you?

To the man's words, Cordelia looked up to Christina. This is worth going for. I'd rather go.

"So... may I interrupt?"

Cordelia nodded small at the gaze she received from Christina, who told her so loosely.

Once he broke up with the man, the three men visited the store, which they also visited yesterday, by carriage.

At the same time Emina opened the store door, a man who had been back ahead of her "We were waiting for you," he hurried out from the back.

Only a day has passed since the visit and the store looks the same as yesterday.

The difference is so much that there was a figure of one young man in the store that I didn't see yesterday. The young man was dressed in good-looking clothes and talked to a female clerk with one hand of the materials. Cordelia thought he was probably the inquisitor.

The young man and the woman slowly pointed their necks at the entrance as they noticed the visitors.

The woman smiled, "Oh, welcome," but the youth cemented her expression.

"... Huh?

"Huh? You...... Ted? Why are you here?

The young man's little confusion quickly moved on to Christina as well.

"Sister-in-law?

"What is it, Mr. Donnelly? You know this customer?

But the young man stood up before the woman finished asking and jumped out of the store with the momentum to thrust Cordelia and Christina, who were at the entrance and exit.

"Whoa!!

Cristina reacted to him as quickly as possible like that, and although she broke down her system for a moment, she immediately pursues the youth.

"Sister-in-law!?

Cordelia lagged behind in that reaction. But you can't just leave me alone.

"Emina!"

"Yes."

So without getting lost, I ran right after her.