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

The next day.

Cordelia called Lara to her room after lunch.

"I'm going to make a smell bag. Can you help me?

"Of course. Ronnie told me. But I, I might make it better than a lady, okay?

"That's very reliable."

Cordelia laughed at Lara jokingly. The bags you make are small enough to be put on the palm of your hand. I also made one sample last night. It is finished with a slightly finer lace fabric in the center to make it easy to smell from the inside. Cordelia also praised herself in her heart that she might have finished quite adorably.

"Ronnie told me you had a souvenir when you went to the orphanage."

"Yeah. If I don't have to, I think I can sell it in the city as a trinket. The fragrance is going to be chamomile or lavender. Mix some flowers to increase the amount, but the smell should be stronger because it drips essential oils."

"It's not quite a pretty bag. Let's get started."

With that said, Lara lined up her sewing tools on her desk. And each begins work.

As Ronnie said, Lara's fingertips are very clever. The way the cloth is cut and sewn together seems to give precedence to accuracy above all, but the speed is fast. The bag is finished very well.

"Lara was originally good at needlework?

"Yeah, I just learned it from Dr. Aisha."

"Really? You look so used to it."

"Really? But the lady's not good either."

"Thanks for that. By the way, I wonder how the writing equipment is progressing."

"Sharpening the tree part makes graphite worn out together, doesn't it? But I asked my sister in the magician building to help me, and she's taking a lot of shape."

"Thanks"

"Tell me when you're done."

I guess Lara's slightly pointy mouth means that her progress is disingenuous to herself.

So Cordelia nodded as if Lara was convinced that she was going to deliver the story.

"But an orphanage. Ah. Tell me about it later."

"Yeah, okay."

"Instead, I'll finish watering and taking care of the lady while she's away."

So forcefully Lara declared. As long as it's completely reliable.

"This is for the lady," Lara handed Cordelia one bag when Cordelia thought so.

That looks almost identical to what I've been sewing, but Cordelia's name and blue bird were sewn on the edge.

"Dr. Aisha said blue birds are a symbol of good luck. Don't have any luck on the lady's path."

Cordelia laughed because she said it the way Lara wanted to play.

And Cordelia also sewed up one bag for Lara. Of course, there's a blue bird embroidery.

Then five days later. Cordelia was coming to the witch's house with Ronnie. It was quite early in the morning, but before the departure of the King's capital, Cordelia was doing the witch a favor to fulfill a certain purpose.

Yes... I plan on helping the witch make her own delicious muffins the other day.

Jill and Vernault are also scheduled to come later, but they both said time would be critical. So sorority cooking. Ronnie has a store number, by the way. It's an early hour, so no one may come, but they're used to store numbers because of their parents.

Under such circumstances, witch cooking time began.

"Well, shall we begin?"

"Yes."

"Let's start with the custard. Did Dili ever crack an egg? I'm gonna separate the yolks from the egg whites, can you do that?

"Yes, you can"

There is one in previous life, though. Besides, I broke up the eggs not to make sweets, but to put them on the mackerel.

But a witch who didn't know the inside of such a cordelia smiled, "Well, don't worry," as she was slightly impressed. Seeing that reaction, 'I guess you know you're still noble,' Cordelia felt again. If you've never cracked an egg in this year, it's because you're only about a nobleman or a child in a family who doesn't help you.

"First you add flour, sugar, then egg yolk, it's foam and you mix it in a vessel. Yes, at that rate...... then I'll add some milk. Who's warming the milk, but don't let this boil?"

Saying so, the witch added milk to the bowl where Cordelia stirred in triplicate.

Cordelia mixed the bowl each time and gave the witch the bowl where it mixed beautifully.

The witch who received the bowl moved the contents from the bowl to the pan and set it on fire.

"It becomes a matter of preference from here on out. Just adjust the solidity... this time it's enough to be thick. It's a little stiff when you cool it down."

"You smell delicious."

"Isn't that right? You're gonna want to get stuck here."

While doing so, the custard cream was finished.

This is followed by the creation of muffin fabrics. Start by breaking the eggs in a bowl, stirring in a bowl with a bubble. Add sugar there, butter and milk. Finally, the powder is switched in and the foundation is ready. Mix thoroughly with the custard cream finishing earlier and add to the mold when it is in a marble state. All you have to do is cook and you're done.

It's easier to make than I thought.

Cordelia thought I could cook one of these. "If you like, this is the recipe," the witch gave me a piece of paper with a powder formula.

"Is that okay?

"Yeah. It's not like it's a secret, and Dili seems to like to make it. That sounded like fun."

"I had it before because it was so delicious...... thank you"

"No."

After a while I began to smell appetizing around me.

Cordelia offered the witch two paper bags, smelling the scent.

"Um, this. I've been making it if you'd like. Can't it be a souvenir?"

"This... smells like a very nice bag. Dili made it?

"Yes, I had the bag help, but the blue paper bag is lavender and the red paper bag has chamomile popli in it. If it's not a good idea to distribute, I thought you could sell it in the city."

The witch took one out of the bag listening to Cordelia like that.

"You're very polite."

"Good luck"

"I'm sure the girls will be thrilled. Thanks."

Then "Let's take a breath," the muffin baked as the witch behaved the tea. I ate that muffin in the name of a tasting, then I stuffed it in the basket and Vernault and Jill came. It's as if I wanted to suspect you were watching, but it would have been a real coincidence around you both letting your breath out.

"... are you okay? Both of you."

"Oh. It was a little rough"

I wonder what that means.

Cordelia, who had a bad feeling about Vernor's answer, decided not to ask anything. I felt like I'd be an accomplice if I asked. It's not touching God, and I think it's important sometimes to spend time with a bona fide third party. Apparently Cordelia wasn't the only one who thought that, and Ronnie was turning away all the time.

"Well, shall we leave?"

When the witch, who kept the store closed, told everyone so, she also wrote the key at the entrance and hung a sign indicating her absence.

The trip to the village was a carriage and boarded from just outside the witch's house.

The number is small, but there are carriages patrolling several villages, including the village of Oulu, a few a day. However, there are never many passengers. But the owner of the carriage also seems to be making purchases and other things requested by the restaurant in the village where he stops, so he doesn't seem to manage to make a deficit... I could somehow understand that with the loud talk of the owner of the carriage. Whatever it was, I thought it would be appreciated to have a route.

The carriage, which rocked more than I thought, slowly approached the village of Oulu.

There is a stream running through the entrance to the village of Oulu. Then the forest is adjacent, but according to the witch, there has never been a demonic demon before because the magic of this forest is not so intense.

The four following the witch who got out of the carriage walked straight towards the building in the deepest part of the village.

Cordelia looked over at the village as she walked.

Unlike Wang Du, there is a distance between the houses first. That doesn't mean we don't seem to be getting along, it seems like we're maintaining a good sense of distance. The dog has a defect and the field is spread adjacent to the house. There were several houses with about two cows, which were fresh, unlike the landscape you see in the Wang capital, such as children playing with commas on the mound with the stump and farmers carrying straw.

In doing so, a line reached the building in the deepest part of the village. The building also resembled the atmosphere of the church. The building was made of white stone, which, to be honest, seemed a little old, likely to have a history. And the entrance was marked with wood carvings that it was an orphanage.

Just next to the orphanage were sprawling green vegetable fields. The acre at the end is also planted with ornamental flowers and herbs, and several children in straw hats are encouraging grasshoppers. On the side of the well there were also some potatoes placed.

"Ah, it's the witch teacher!

"There's a teacher!

Looks like some of the kids who were grasshopping noticed some witches saying, "Dean, I'm coming!" and ran into the building. And as it is about witches, the Cordelias also enter the building.

There were children in the building who were one turn younger than the children who were outside.

The children said to the witch that she appeared, "It's the witch teacher!" I tried to rush over with joy, but I guess it was because there were strangers behind me, stopping my legs on the way.

In the meantime, one woman approached the witch.

"Thanks for everything, Mr. Green"

"Hello, Dean. Here's your snack for today... and the rest, the customers are with you. These four go to my shop in Wangdu with the kids and their brothers. I invited you here today."

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen of the King's Capital. Where there's nothing, but take your time."

Yes, the dean laughed.

And... when the Dean said that, one of the children hiding behind her shouted "Ah!!".

"A prince!

The kid's voice sounded very good. The area that was twitching was loud enough to calm down for a moment. Then the next moment he said, "Wow!! I'm really a prince!!" and the child's voice sounded. And they surrounded Vernor.

"Look, picture books! It's on this! The prince is coming from a picture book!

The picture book one of the kids rushed to pull out of the bookshelf did depict someone very similar to Vernault today. The kids also said in the meantime, "It's a prince!" He keeps getting excited.

(... Lord Vernault is Prince Sama?

Indeed, the figure of the picture book is very similar to that of the brown hair for your patience right now. But even as it should be, he has blonde blue eyes... which means he looks like a king's way to be portrayed as a prince. Either way, he has the appearance of not being a prince.

And yet, why not?

That word doesn't suit Vernault too well. Does the prince come to eat sweets from day to day? Cordelia enjoyed the fact that she was about to erupt the moment she thought so. But next door Jill was shuddering her shoulders and laughing.

"Yes, you do look like a prince. Knock it off... I'm a prince today, huh?

"You're not 'sure', don't laugh, Jill! Uh... you know, I'm sorry, but I'm not a prince. And the prince of this country has dark hair, unlike a picture book."

After saying that back to Jill, Vernault told the child to stick with him.

But if you are a child, you have no ears at all.

"Prince, let's have a little fun! Let's go to your garden!

"So I'm not a prince..., okay. I'm not a prince. If you call me Vernault, you can go."

"Then let's have a little fun, Vernault! It's amazing to hang out with a prince!

Saying so, even a few kids go outside.

That's why Vernault's voice, saying he's not a prince, has been completely flushed.

"Oh, Vernault is very popular."

Cordelia and Jill returned the same look to the grinning witch.

There is a question in Cordelia as to whether Vernault has had the experience of sneaking around, but fortunately he knew the rules. From the outside, he said, "Here comes the prince -!" "Run!," he hears a powerful voice. Apparently, the ghost was like Vernor. Vernault is no less healthy than the children... but Cordelia now realizes that she has not yet greeted the Dean.

"I beg your pardon. Thank you for today."

"Welcome. I'm sorry about those kids."

With that said, the dean stroked one of the girls' heads clinging to his own feet.

Apparently, they were rushing over to a woman when everyone went outside.

The girl loosened her expression as she tickled, then stared at Cordelia.

"Is your sister a princess?

Zero words from the girl's mouth were so tongueless, but they made cute noises.

And the content was also an adorable one that suited the voice, but it was too unexpected for Cordelia.

Unexpectedly hardening, Cordelia slowly folded her knees and gazed at Toto.

"I'm Dillie, who teaches herbs to witch teachers. What's your name?

"I'm Toto"

"Yes, that's a pretty name."

That being said, Toto grinned and moved from behind the dean to the front of the cordelia.

Then he gripped his hands hard and continued to Cordelia and asked.

"You know, I, I want to be a princess. How can I be?

"Hmmm... I'm not a princess either, so I don't know how to be a princess"

Toto, having heard Cordelia's response, looks visibly unfortunate. I guess I admire the princess a lot. But there's no reason to lie about "I knew it was a princess," etc. What is wrong with it?

That's how the troubled Cordelia's ears got words that she didn't envisage.

"All girls are princesses."

That was the undisputed voice of Jill.

After he uttered the word, he held up the toto in natural motion. "So don't look so sad," Jill goes on. For a moment Cordelia was taken aback, but Toto said with great pleasure, "Yeah!" I replied.

"Right...... a floral crown if the princess needs it. It's easy to make because it was blooming."

"Hahankamuri?

"Yeah. Put it on your head."

Toto was happily speaking up to Jill's words like that.

"Dean, may I go outside with this child?

"Yeah, sure. Say hi to Toto, Jill."

And Cordelia realized that she had been left behind when she just dropped off Jill, who was going out holding Toto.

No, there's no problem.

I don't have a problem with it, but I felt like I saw an unexpected side of Jill.

I thought you were a gentleman, but if that line is facetious, then the suspicion of a natural tarashi... is not.

"Hey."

"Oh, my goodness."

Speaking to Cordelia, who had been unexpectedly distracted, was Mick, who had taken the muffin away the other day.

He is frowning.

"Why are you here?"

"That's because I asked my teacher to."

You're here to tease me.

"No, I'm not. Instead, I can't think of anything I can do from"

"It's not where you come from."

"Why?"

"Why..."

Mick mumbled along the way, probably because he had a dean and a witch on his side.

I don't think you'd want to talk about one of the muffins yourself. I can't even halfway through this strange air.

But Cordelia had a good time there. Yeah. I didn't even introduce myself in the first place.

"Again, Mick. I'm Dili. I thought I'd made up with you already, but could it have been different?

"Hey... why am I talking to you!

"Why... wasn't that reconciliation?

Yes, Cordelia said, Mick turned bright red on his face and went to the back room with a rough nose.

Failed. Was the choice of words poor?

"Oh. Mick's doing well today."

Cordelia responded to Dean's words with an ambiguous smile. To be honest, his reaction was not within the assumptions. He's stepping into his territory without leaving a good impression. I can't help it. But that doesn't bother me, that's a different story. This is the second time I've seen you face to face, and I've only spoken to you decently 0 times. You can't rush me if I want to talk to you... Now, what can I do?

"Dilly! Crown of flowers, make it!

"Huh?"

Thinking about Mick that way, Cordelia was mildly shocked from behind. It was a toto that should have gone outside earlier.

"Sorry, Dili. It's harder than I thought."

It was Jill who followed Toto. Jill's floral crown is somewhat shaped, but it looked a little unstable.

I think it's very clever if you say you made it in this short time, but I don't think it's something Toto likes. Besides, I don't think Jill probably knows how to make a flower crown or anything. It's cleverly wrapped up, but I don't think it's the way to knit a crown.

Cordelia smiled at Lara with sparkling eyes.

"Well, I'll make you a beautiful crown."

Having so declared, Cordelia went out with Jill and Toto to pay tribute to the Dean and the Witch, completing a stunning floral crown. The crown was well received, and Toto was asked by the other children for showing it around, and he was to make two or three in succession.

So beside Cordelia making the flower crown, the girls, a little older than Toto, surely wanted to hear about the Wang Capital.

"Hey, Dili, I knew there was a prince's patience? Where would I go to meet him?

"No, because Lana is always that too! You know, is it true that you can go to Wangdu where you want to just glance at the crystal balls instead of that? I knew if I got a job at the castle, I could do that? Never heard of it?

"Both Lana and Tina... see it happen. Impossible, right? But why is the King's Capital over there in the first place? Dili, you know what?

"You don't know, for example. But it's sparkling, and that's fine over there, isn't it? Right?"

"Anyway, it's the King's Capital. It's a great place."

"But I don't know much about Wangdu."

"I don't know, there's a lot of people here, and it's a great place."

That's how Cordelia was thrown one question after another. That's momentum that doesn't give you time to answer, and the topic shifts without waiting for an answer. Cordelia was reluctant at first, but eventually decided to focus on listening. And I realized that apparently they always talk like this.

But their stories seem to be pretty much about the truth and the story. Crystal balls that could go anywhere should have been about a play performed in Wang Du, and you never would have met a prince in the city sooner. I mean, I don't want anything as dangerously cordelious as that.

"Dilly?

"Oh, I'm sorry. What's the matter with you?

Toto called back Cordelia, who was listening to me.

"Dili, Toto wants to hear about Wang Du, too. I read a lot of pictures."

"Can Toto read the text already?

"I can read it. I can't read the hard part... Awesome? We all learn letters and calculations by the time we graduate. Toto's hanging in there."

I think it's amazing.

To Cordelia's reply, Toto is embarrassed to look at Cordelia in both hands.

Cordelia placed the crown she was about to make on her knees and put Toto's head on.

"Next time I'll bring you a picture book."

"Huh? Dili's? Are you coming back?

"Yes."

Toto nodded loudly when he heard Cordelia's answer.

(Let's make it a brief history picture book)

As far as I'm concerned, Lana and her sisters, who are better than Toto, are never interested in the history of the Wang capital either.

I guess I just don't have the means to get the information. The history of the country is closely related to festivals. There must be better occasions in the future to know. The question of Lana and the others… There is also something that says why the King's Capital is there.

(But... when it does, it doesn't fit in a picture book. So as to separate Toto's and Lana's... if it's possible you'll find it interesting, it's a historical drama-style novel your sister left in her library.)

If my sister left it behind, it would be possible to take it out with Elvis's permission.

But speaking of greed, Cordelia doesn't choose for herself, she also wishes they were more free to choose.

(Maybe donating a book is a quick story, but this isn't what happens because you gave it once, and it's not a reason for a single noble daughter to support you just here. In the first place, we're turning down outside support.)

The bookstore in Wangdu is also difficult to use in this place. It's not just the loan fee, it's the fare, it's the distance.

So what do we do to get rid of that? While I was thinking about that, visiting hours quickly passed, and Cordelia ended up stuffing up in the carriage on her way home.

"The teacher is called Mr. Green by the Dean, isn't he?"

That's how Jill asked the witch as Cordelia focused her thoughts.

Cordelia also looked up unexpectedly and saw the witch. There are no passengers on the carriage back, except for the Cordelias, which is almost like being present with the load. The witch answered tenderly.

"That's what the Dean called me before he became Dean."

"What do you mean, green? From the herb, after all?

"Yes, at first… it was almost thirty years ago, but there was a very contagious year. There were fewer deaths than in the dark winter ten years ago, but at the time it was very noisy and there was a lack of medication. And the price was soaring, so we needed to look for new drugs in order to get them."

"... the teacher has successfully developed the new drug,"

The witch smiled at Jill's inquiry.

"I originally lived a little further south. But after I found out it worked, I went around. I was in Oulu when the disease converged. And then I moved to Wangdu to set up a shop."

"So you're still close to the village."

"Yeah. When we got to Oulu, we were called Lady Green in an embarrassing way. So when I said, 'Then a witch is better,' they started calling me a witch. Only the Dean doesn't look good on witches! He said to me," Mr. Green is calling me after all. "

The witch speaks very funny, but Cordelia's head was already gone by then. pharmacists who have produced substitutes for existing medicines. The Green Witch is the name of that tribute.

Of course I don't doubt it, but if the current witch story is true, I guess she really is the owner of an arm that works everywhere. And... I also wonder if you dare to excite that power far from power. Otherwise, I don't think he's secretly running a drugstore in the lower town of Wang Du without even speaking his own name.

"I was wondering if you could get a little idea of the atmosphere in that place."

"Ah, yes. Maybe just a little..."

"Yes. Good."

Cordelia, who meets the witch with her eyes, was surprised by the conversation, while telling the witch her honest thoughts. The witch nodded satisfied with the response.

"That's the difference between where you came from. It's just the kids who lost their parents because they were sick. From major illnesses to illnesses that would have healed if I had a doctor...... That's why I want to reduce the number of people like that, and I want to help the children who are left to live."

The voice of a witch who says so is core and very clear.

But... Cordelia was uncomfortable.

It sounded more like a voice pushing itself than a wonder and determination. My gaze is dropping, too.

The memory of her lowering her gaze as she talked so far is not in Cordelia.

"Doctor?"

"Sorry, suddenly. You have to build a strong body so you don't get sick, too, right?

The air was foggy earlier from the witch smiling so much that Cordelia could not ask either.

Then when I returned to the King's Capital, the colours of the sky had begun to be smeared with joy.

"If you don't mind, I'll come back with you. Of course not. Something a little farther away."

After getting off the carriage, Cordelia and the others, told by the witches so, broke up with the witches at the place.

The direction of the Pameladia and Frantheim families is the same until before the fountain at the meeting point. So without saying anything, everyone walks out there.

"... Thirty years ago is also a time when things got worse with the North. Instead of drugs, the general value of supplies must have soared."

Jill nodded at Vernault's words.

"I also did a little research on the former baron who used to support Oulu. In conclusion, the Baron was collecting money in various ways in an attempt to buy power. The orphanage didn't seem to have much support in the name of collecting gold."

"You suck."

"The direct factor in the leg loss didn't seem to be the misdemonization of expenses, though. They said there was an anonymous charge."

"... so you didn't accept external support even if the Baron lost his legs"

"Oh. It wouldn't have been worthy of the faith that nobility would use it to make a backing fund. The voices from the country may have been heard equally"

"But I don't think that's why 'OK, keep up the good work' is the same. Even the teacher realizes we're noblemen. He's asking me upstairs. I don't think I'm asking you to stay out of this."

When Cordelia said that, Jill agreed, "Right."

"To be honest, I don't even think it's expected. But I don't think he's the one who makes the invitation meaningless. Then you want to think about what you can do."

"... you guys really like things."

"And Vernault for me to hang out with."

Yes, Cordelia unexpectedly remembered when we decided to look at each other and see what we could do…

"… speaking of which, I have discovered one unexpected thing."

"What?

"Jill seems to be accustomed to talking about outgoing women."

With that word alone, Jill and Vernault, the two movements stopped altogether.

I hear a loud noise that I haven't heard in a very long time. Of these, the first to break the silence was the erupting Vernault. And keep laughing with your belly about Jill, who is still solidified.

"Hey... what are you laughing at Vernault too, deny it!

"Oh man... when are you going to laugh without laughing right now!! Basically where did Dillie look like that?

"Right. It was when I heard what I said to Toto... because he said" Princess "quite naturally."

"I guess it's a shame I wasn't there. But come on... don't worry, this guy's never spoken to anyone yet"

"I feel anxious to hear it was rather primitive"

I could grow into a walking nappa master. Honesty is a good thing, but I'm really worried. I was wondering if I would be stabbed in the future. But that only made Vernault laugh even louder.

"... that's my mother's cliché. I'll be careful."

"But in Jill's words Toto was delighted."

I don't know how I would have smiled at Toto without Jill's words.

Maybe that makes him better off staying him.

"... I don't think it's a good idea to say that"

Probably passed it on properly, Jill laughed as troubled.

"Oh, yeah. I'll give you this."

"Book? To me?

"No, this is my notebook... it's not my notebook I'm giving you"

Yet Jill turned the page paralyzed once he had his notebook back on hand.

That's how I offered Cordelia again.

"Four-leaf clover?

"Dillie might know, but she's going to have luck. Fine, I don't mind if you take home every notebook."

"Oh, thank you"

Cordelia, who received the note while saying so, thought again.

After all, Jill's nature could be terrifying, he said. It also makes me weirdly lit up when I see Jill smiling happier when I give it to her.

"By the way, there are rumors that if you throw it away, you'll be unhappy."

"... Vernault. Well, I guess I don't have to tell you now."

"No, it would be shocking if you dumped it and then found out"

"Don't worry, I won't throw it away. I'll be on my way home."

"That's right. Good for you, Jill."

"Bye, Dili," Vernault ran away as he filled the tea. "See you later," Jill rushed back to Cordelia as she followed it.

Cordelia drops them off as she waves.

And after the two of them left, Cordelia looked back.

"Ronnie, shall we go home too"

"Yes."

"Well, it's much quieter today."

"You don't have my turn. Well, it's a good thing there's no escort."

Cordelia hurried home with Ronnie, who said so.

The sunset was just that far away.