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

The Founding Fathers' Festival was successfully over and I decided to head out to the city because I had a little time.

I wanted Clive to see some more during the Founding Festival as promised - but I snuck out, so I'll probably be scolded later.

But I really wanted to get out of town.

Of course there were times when I wanted to see how the city was going, but there was more to it than that.

Dillie's birthday will be here soon.

So I really wanted to buy a gift.

He never cared about Dili's birthday either, and he doesn't know the exact date. But Dili's real name is Cordelia Ena Pameladia. If Ena's name is on it, there's got to be a birthday between three and twenty days. Many people don't have a second name, but those with it should make no mistake because they are the names of the patron saints according to the day of their birth.

That's why I wanted to give you a birthday present and I wanted to go around the store a lot.

(I've always wanted to send it, but this time of year was really bumpy, so this is the year, what is it?)

That's what I'm thinking. I'm coming to the city... but I can't think of anything good.

"I also feel like I'm urging you to write to me if I send you a note..."

"You don't."

"Birthday cards alone will be out of use later"

"Well, it's basically gonna be over once you see it"

"I wish there was something suitable..."

"In the meantime, shop, could it be?

Vernor, who had answered my consultation in a flat voice, said so in the end as if he could not bear it.

The store I'm staying in is one that deals with a lot of stationery. The slightly wider store has strong bright shades such as peach and orange, giving the impression that women might prefer it. So I thought I'd find something that Dili might like, but Vernault looks a lot uncomfortable.

"Is there anything wrong with that?

"No, I think you're awesome to calm down and look for in this store. You're getting a lot of attention."

Sure, I don't even feel like I'm gathering some gaze, but it's not as much as I care when I'm acting like a prince.

But I also agreed to go outside because Vernault seemed uncomfortable and there was nothing to pin after looking at the product as a whole. I'm very sorry, but I can't help it without it.

"... Jill, are you sure you're okay with that space?"

"So what was inconvenient?

"It's inconvenient... it's a space full of stuffed animals, laces, you know, and you can be fine a lot"

"Yeah?"

Looking for something Dili might like, so I don't think a store full of things to say that would be a mistake as an option, but Vernault ended the conversation unconvinced that "no, I knew it was okay".

"It's Jill's treat, a baked treat from a corner shop today."

"Oh. You want to go now?

"Right. I want to take a break too."

That's not how much it matters because it's attached.

I buy about half the paper bags of baked confectionery at the store at the far end of the street and buy and eat on the bench at the edge of the square. This is always a pattern of patience. Baked confectionery tastes a lot more rustic than what comes out of the castle, but because of it, I think I'm going to be able to eat as much as I want, and if I'm not aware of it, I'll stick around and eat too much.

And by the time we finish eating this, we'll be thirsty, so we'll both walk straight over to the bazaar.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you, which way are you going to send that gift?

"Huh?"

"You're giving it away at Jill? Or are you giving it away under your real name?

"... that's an obvious question. I'll give it to you at Jill's. Sylvester, I see Dillie bewildered."

"It's tough, you too. I wish I could say no. It's been, like, four years, right?

Says Vernault even as he drinks up the juice he bought at the bazaar.

"At least if I could figure out why Dilly's avoiding me, I'd be able to set my attitude here, too."

"That's a lot more passive. You're in love, aren't you?

"... maybe"

"What? Oh, huh? Is that it now?

"No, maybe, I think so. Enough to get out of the castle like this and look for a gift. But I've never thought of it that way, so I don't want to compare it."

So maybe.

I can't think of any other language that suits me, and maybe, with myself trying to be the kind of adult that suits her, I don't know that I am.

"He said it was sweeter than I thought. You're gonna get me heartburn."

"... gastric pills, shall I make you prescribe them?

"That's why it's different. Well, I just appreciate the sentiment, I guess."

I thought you ate too much sweets for the abrupt heartburn words. I asked, but Vernault is in a good mood.... I want you to be clear about what it is.

But honestly, I know why Dili avoids me, and if I get rid of it, everything will be resolved... and I also think there is nothing like it. So it's generally avoided by Dillie, so it's not something.

"But even if Dili didn't avoid me, many parts of it would be hard to see if it was me. It's likely that my future will depend on the situation."

I know it's not very desirable to interact with certain ladies in my position.

Political marriage is not uncommon, and when it does, I don't think we should get involved because we're too close. It's not just domestic talk, I don't know what happens from dating a foreign country.

"I wonder what you're going to say... what are you going to do with that nonsense?"

"What?"

"It would be you and your father who would do something about the situation. Everyone has more or less future anxiety. Don't look stinky in a peaceful world. You just have to figure out how to use us well."

That's what I said. Vernor tells me again, "You're a real fool," as a reminder.

Too lightly kicked and just lost my word too.

"... what, you have an objection?

"No... it's in Vernault too?

"Oh, I do. I'm anxious to see how long Clay will preach after I get back."

"Ha, that's a serious matter."

To Vernault, who said majestically, I unwittingly blew it out.

Such anxiety, there wouldn't always be a Vernault who hasn't heard the sermon.

But thank you.

"To be honest, I really wish I could see you more, even if it's Jill. There's more to meeting and talking than a bunch of letters."

"... Well, there may be some genuine things you can say because you can't see your face. Letters won't be bad either."

"That's unusual, I can't believe Vernault comforted me"

"No, think it's pitiful about that"

………… So why don't you ask the open-air dealer? I bought some interesting stuff this way before. "

"Uh... right. I'd rather be that way, too."

That's how we got there. The outdoor shop bought a fox-imagined surface before.

Of course I went around a few stores before that, but in the end I always get to this outdoor shop.

"Hey, little ones. Are you here again?

"Oh. Here we go again."

"I'm bringing a lot of glass products today. Don't break it, please."

The store owner, who burned well in the day, showed his white teeth and finally laughed at them.

"If I break it, I'll break it. It's a buyout." That's a good face.

But my eyes were nailed to one product before I cared what the shopkeeper said.

"What's this?

"Oh, that's a glass pen. It's a rare thing in this country."

"Glass pen?

"It's a glass pen, as the name implies. There's a ditch on the tip of the pen, right? When you dip the tip of the pen in the ink, the ink flows into that groove. Once you put it on, you should be able to write about half a note to one. Not bad as an interior either."

"Beautiful."

"Is it a gift for a woman that the kid got a peach? That glass pen has a cute pen. When combined, the price isn't that cute."

Saying so, the shopkeeper built his fingers.

I see, it's certainly quite a price. But that means compared to a blade pen, and it's not the price you can't buy, nor the price you're denied.

"What's the writing taste like?

"Want to try and write it down? However, this is handmade by artisans. Even the same type of fine or bold letters can vary slightly depending on the pen. Most importantly, ours was purchased from a skilled craftsman, so it should be easy to write without a scratch."

Saying so, the store owner took out the ink and paper. When you drop the tip of the pen into the ink, the ink is well grooved and sucked up. The owner lent me a pen after I had a little pen along the bottom of the bottle.

Penn, as the shopkeeper put it, then slipped over the paper and was able to spell the letters with a light sensation.

"That's okay, so. You like it."

"Yeah."

Vernault told me to watch how things were going, and I snorted, too.

"You're a bunch of spilled kids.... Well, if you've got eyes on that, I have another recommendation for you. It's an ink kettle, but I think it's pretty."

The ink kettle that the shop owner recommended to me, even though I said so, is basically peachy, just like a glass pen, but with a clear finish. The kettle itself was thick glass, in which a pattern of flowers was created. There are also flowers in the lid area. I think this looks great on Dili. But there are some things that get a little lost.

"... I think the ink you can put in will probably turn blue. I see some ink, but in her case there are many blue systems"

I don't think the glass pen will look good no matter how many colors the ink becomes because it's just the tip of the pen. I couldn't have been concerned because what I chose in the first place was transparent with no color at all on the tip of the pen just because of the color on the axis.

The shopkeeper roared.

"Then the blue base pot looks better suited than pink. How about this one? A delicacy derived from the image of the sea, but with red and peach in the fish and shellfish inside. This wouldn't be bad."

"Sure... but it's hard to throw away flowers either"

"If flowers are good, there's more. This is a little thinner than a pot of sea, a combination of water and white, an image of the sky."

"But don't feel too different from the pen..."

That's how when we were worried, next door Vernault picked up one product.

"Shouldn't that be clearer and simpler? This is so simple, but it looks like it would go well with anything, with flowers painted in sliced glass. The gold line isn't bad either."

That's how Vernault chose the ink kettle to be very elegant.

"... that sure is pretty pretty"

"Don't seem to convince me that it's complicated. He said he wanted to choose for himself."

Vernor pointed me out, but I still couldn't get my voice fixed. Because I actually regretted it.

But when I saw it, I didn't feel like choosing anything else. So I told the store owner that I would buy three items. The wrapping is fine after you bring it back.

"Kid, if you're gonna give me a present, remember about these flower words."

"What's the word?

"The flowers are Kyou. Honest, eternal love."

You did hear the words, but my brain couldn't handle them for a moment.

"You don't look good when your old man says it"

"What do you say, there's no one better suited than me?

I knew something was going on between Vernault and the store owner, but that kind of thing went from right to left. My face just lit up.

(... maybe if I didn't tell you, it wouldn't make sense. Kyou is a flower not in this country, and the flowers that Dili is familiar with are highly scented... no, hey Kyou is also highly scented?

But I still think the odds of not knowing are higher. So there shouldn't be any problem.

But I think so... it's not like I don't even have that feeling, like I want you to know.

I accidentally covered my face with one hand when I was going to have a very difficult time writing a letter in this state.