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

"Oh, Father..."

Cordelia couldn't hide her upset that her father showed up who she didn't expect to appear. Ronnie must have asked Hans to arrange a pick-up. It can't be Hans turning Elvis around. Which means Elvis came here at his own discretion.

"Oh, is that Dilly's father?

In contrast to the surprising and rigid cordelia, the village chief was surprised to laugh, "The atmosphere looks just like it". Naturally, I don't think Elvis is the Earl or anything.

And that seemed to pass on to Elvis as well.

"... my daughter has been taken care of"

Elvis very naturally told the village chief that.

The way I put it was really like "polite father who picked up his daughter who went to visit".

"Hey, Dili thought you were a polite kid, too, but your father was such a good guy,"

The village chief responded to Elvis with a lavish laugh. After all, he didn't even seem to feel fine dust like he was the Count or anything. So don't let yourself get upset here, Cordelia was desperate and disguised as a normal mind.

"You've often found Dilly to be here. Did someone ask you?

"No, I was just wondering if I'd be sure if I heard from the village chief."

"So is that. So, will your father have a cup of tea, too?

"Excuse me immediately, don't worry"

That's how Elvis asked Cordelia, who turned down the village chief's offer.

"What happened to Ronnie?"

"I'm in an orphanage for use now. I'll be right back."

"Right. I'm leaving as soon as I get back."

The conversation broke off there. Cordelia said in her heart, "Ronnie, come back soon......!" I prayed. I'm the one who did it to use Ronnie, but this situation is a little uncomfortable. At the very least, the salvation is that Elvis lays low on himself to be the Earl. If it had been passed on to the village chief here, I would have felt more incapable of being there.

(But not only that... you must be tired. I didn't mean to annoy your father's hand. Ronnie, come back soon......!

I don't know if that wish made sense, but eventually Ronnie came back with the witch.

"Dili, the witch teacher says she'll stay here today but she'll see her face......" Ugh!?

Ronnie's barbaric voice usually makes me want to go in and say, "Look at the lady's face. There won't be that odd noise," but Cordelia had to agree with that surprise about this one, too. And I also thought Ronnie, who didn't say "sir," stepped on very hard.

"Mr. Ronnie, what's wrong?

It was the witch who put her face out from behind Ronnie, who had stopped her leg. The witch looked straight into the room and opened her eyes. And I moved my mouth small.

(... Huh?

There was no sound leaking from the witch's mouth.

But if not for Cordelia's mistake, the witch had spoken words Cordelia had not expected at all.

"We're going home. Ronnie, you pull the carriage."

"Yes, immediately!

I dropped Ronnie off rushing outside to Elvis' words, and then Cordelia turned to the witch again, but the witch had already shut her mouth.

"Now, excuse me."

Following Elvis, who leaves that to go outside, Cordelia also hurried to thank the village chief and the witch, respectively. But I remember borrowing a shawl from a witch before I went outside, and I stopped.

"Um, here, thank you"

Cordelia's words were by no means loud, but the witch shook her shoulders, seemingly astonished.

"Doctor?"

"No, I'm sorry. Thanks."

"Um... does the teacher know about my father?

Words that didn't come out of my voice earlier looked like "Elvis" to Cordelia. But I'm not confident. I can't think of a connection between a witch and her father. It is also possible that the witch had contacts with Elvis in relation to medicines she had made in the past, but I do not think that Elvis's attitude was roughly toward acquaintances, nor does the witch have the personality to call and abandon the Count with a witch.

The only witch's answer to Cordelia's question was to shake her neck small.

"See you later."

Does that mean the next time we talk, or shall we meet again next time? But Cordelia doesn't have time to ask any more.

"Okay, Doctor. Sorry to bother you again."

"Yeah, I'll be waiting."

That's how I broke up with the witch. In Cordelia, who left the village chief's house, I immediately found a carriage parked a short distance away. Looks like Elvis had already boarded and Ronnie was waiting in front of the door. Ronnie invited Cordelia when he saw her, so Cordelia also approached the carriage on a small run and hurried in. Ronnie then immediately let the carriage leave.

The air in the carriage was heavy.

Elvis is arming himself and closing his eyes. I know there's no way he's asleep, but this makes Cordelia talk hard too. Cordelia stood still as she held her hands firmly on her knees.

(... I really couldn't imagine your father picking you up right away)

And I was also surprised by the language Elvis used against the village chief. It's never that Elvis thinks he can't use his salutation. I've never seen Cordelia in person, but there's no way I wouldn't use it when looking at a king. It was surprising, however, that it was not such a strong tribute as the words used by 'Father who seems to be in the city'. Cordelia wonders that Elvis wouldn't have had it, such as using words like that.

But may I touch it? Cordelia didn't have enough nerve to talk to Elvis who closed her eyes. In the first place, Elvis, would a direct welcome be an event that happens as late as returning...?

"You seem to be dying of magic, but what were you doing"

That's how Elvis cut out with his eyes open all the time as Cordelia thought. My voice was always low. Cordelia nearly got himself in reflexively, but it's never Elvis getting angry. Rather, it was enough to make me feel like I had no emotions at all.

"I was looking for one kid in the village who got lost in the woods"

Cordelia answered that calmly, though a little strange. Sometimes I lay low, but I'm only lying. But this statement alone would not convince Elvis either. The answer to what you were doing doesn't explain how it happened.

But the answer from Elvis that came back was a very short one.

"Right."

With just one word, Cordelia clapped out that there was nothing to pursue.

(That's all...?

Thankfully, but not like Elvis.

I couldn't help but be uncomfortable with everything, not to welcome him, not to speak at the village chief's house, not to react now...... minus Elvis being sweet on Cordelia.

And that's when I accidentally got my mind on the witch. Speaking of not seemingly, the reaction to seeing the witch Elvis wasn't like her either.

"What's wrong?"

Asked by Elvis, Cordelia hesitated for a moment.

But if I don't ask, it will no longer be. I'm sure the witch won't give you an answer.

"Is your father acquainted with a different woman at the village chief's house? He's my teacher, I've spoken to him before."

"Why would you think that?"

"Somehow, that's just what I thought. I'm sorry if I made a mistake."

There's no certainty. What Cordelia can do to her mouth is vague.

I didn't say it was because the witch seemed to speak Elvis' name. On second thought, if Elvis knew the witch, he would not have left without exchanging a word or a word or a glance.

Elvis opened his mouth when Cordelia began to think it might still be a mistake.

"... if you want to know if I know, ask your master"

"Huh?"

"Even if it's someone I know, it was decades ago. I don't know anything about it."

Elvis, who said in a voice that did not discourage him, shut his mouth.

Cordelia replied "Yes" briefly.

(... Father, it's really rare. I can't believe you didn't say it so clearly)

You're telling me to ask, so I guess that doesn't mean I have to hide it. But such things are also rare. With deepening doubts, Cordelia thought that far. Before I could think of anything like that, I finally realized that I had forgotten to say the most important thing.

"Father, thank you for picking me up."

Dangerous. I should have forgotten to thank you the most.

Elvis' face, which had so far been facing the front, was pointed out into the dark, and there was no reply. But there's no way I didn't hear it. But would it be better to say it again just in case? "Ah," Cordelia thought, a faint voice reached her ear. As usual, Elvis is turning out, but somewhat ill-defined... felt in such an atmosphere, as illuminated, that Cordelia's cheeks loosened.

The next day, Cordelia woke up after noon.

I didn't mean to sleep that long, but my body seemed more tired than I thought. He was forced into a situation where he reluctantly had to rest because of further muscle aches running all over his body. Ronnie, it seems that the pain is a relationship that has run out of magic. It doesn't mean it's bad enough that you can't walk, but it sounds painful enough to make your face stick.

That's why I've been adulterating all day.

The next day, I could always wake up at waking time.

I was at rest in the morning, but in the afternoon Vernault arrived, so I decided to entertain him in the greenhouse. My body still has the pain, but it is much worse than the day before.

But Vernault was leaning his neck over a cup of tea.

"Something's wrong with Dili today. No, is weird right?

"... Dear Vernault, how about saying strange or weird to a woman"

"But is it true?

I do feel uncomfortable myself, so I also think Cordelia can't help but think that Vernault is somewhat "different". But I'm not convinced by the word odd or weird. I'm not going to be making that many crazy moves. But Vernault's pursuit did not stop.

"What have you really done? Were you even doing something dangerous?

"Huh?"

"Mostly hidden in my hair, but my face. You're making scratches, aren't you?

Apparently, Vernault is a big aim.

Cordelia was aware of the wound, so she paid a stipend, but she didn't care because she thought the place barely looked like a place.

"Did you even make a combination?

"No way, you can't do that."

"Right. But you don't usually get hurt in the face. Did you fall?

"... well, that's the place."

Falling is also reasonably poorly dressed, but that's why it can normally happen more than the real thing about jumping. Besides, the other guy is Vernault, so when it comes to falling over, you should be able to talk to Niyanya to the point of being laughed at... yes Cordelia thought, but his expression was different. Instead of laughing, he had a very strange look.

"Master Vernor?

"I don't know what I did, but it's better not to be too impotent. If a woman gets a scratch on her face, she'll regret it."

Cordelia repeatedly blinked two or three times when she was struck by the words.

Not surprisingly, they found out that the fall was a lie.

"What is it, Master Vernor? That doesn't sound like a lot."

"What does that mean?"

Half-eyed or not, it is the meaning of the word as it is. Gentleman Vernault is rare. But Cordelia didn't dare respond to the query because she didn't want to offend the mood of her advising friend.

"But it's okay. There's nothing left to do with this kind of scratch, and it wasn't something I regret where the scratch left off my face."

It's undeniable that it was dangerous, but considering Mick could have been seriously injured or more, it's nothing to be ashamed of, like, his own minor injuries. I do honestly think "I'm glad it wasn't a noticeable injury," but I wouldn't have regretted it, even if it even left a scratch.

"Well, I'm not sure stubborn dilly would say I figured that out so easily. On the way."

"Thank you for your advice"

"Let me give you one more piece of advice at last. If you're going to lie that you don't want to find out, you better say it a little better"

"Huh?"

Vernault seemed to convince Cordelia, who accidentally inquired, "I knew you hadn't noticed".

"There was a strange time, and he said that's not what it looks like. If it's the usual dilly, it'll always be like," Is something wrong? "Then I'd just think," Oh, it's Dillie, you've been thinking weird and you've fallen. "

"Master Vernault, you are very rude."

"But it wouldn't be a loss of information knowing, would it?

"It's definitely so valuable information that I'm going to be thankful and tearful. Thank you."

Vernor laughed with satisfaction at Cordelia's words.

At all, Cordelia shrugged her shoulders when she was a friend with a good personality.

And the next day, Cordelia was in a state of normality.

It is not 100 percent, but there is no obstacle to movement in particular. I am also confident that if Vernor's visit had been delayed by a day, he would not have been told it was weird.

To Ronnie, surprised by its speed of recovery, Cordelia told her that she wanted to go to the witch after noon and deposited a letter wishing to visit the witch. That's how Cordelia, who did it to use Ronnie, headed to the kitchen to meet the chef with an experimental outfit with one apron in one hand for her next preparation.

"Ma'am, what is it?

The chef in the kitchen rushed over to find Cordelia earlier than Cordelia could speak. The head chef probably still thinks he visited the kitchen today because he asked me to create dressings with herbs from a very early age.

Except for Cordelia's wish today.

"I want to make muffins. Can I get the ingredients? And can I borrow this place for a little while?

"Get a muffin? The lady? Then we'll make something that will satisfy us..."

The chef's reaction with his eyes open is very natural.

I don't normally say and don't think about the lady wanting to cook. So Cordelia smiled loosely.

"Of course I know that if I ask you to make me a very tasty treat. I just have a recipe from someone who took care of me. I also learned how to make it. That's why I want to thank you for that myself."

"So,"

"It's okay. But if it bothers you, I'll just ask you to put it in the oven. Then you wouldn't have to worry about burns, would you?

"... Yes, I did. Now let me help you."

Cordelia was relieved when the chef told her that she was happy while wrinkling her forehead. The chef is probably wondering, "Who the hell did you learn to cook from?"

But Cordelia's request has never been clapped before, so it may seem even more so now. Cordelia thanked the ad hoc chef in any case.

"Ma'am, may I keep your recipe?

"Yeah, sure."

Cordelia handed the recipe to the chef, who thought it would be quicker to show it and get it aligned than to mouth the ingredients one by one. The chef gave instructions to the other cooks and immediately arranged the ingredients. The materials thus prepared while Cordelia was washing her hands were arranged on the desk with a brilliant finish to the weighing.

(... Much appreciated, but I feel the most important part of making sweets is over)

The flour and the slightly yellowish swelling powder that appeared to belong to the previous life's baking powder are already mixed and sifted, and are sarcastic. It's really just an easy cooking condition to mix.

My arm, you're worried sick.

That may be the chef's consideration that you shouldn't let the lady be ashamed of you. Don't let the lady fail or anything - if that's what you think, it's not sneaky to say something with Cordelia. If you want to clear up that concern in silence, there will be no other way than to show the chef that you can cook once.

First Cordelia made sure that no eggs were broken among the prepared ingredients.

Besides, Cordelia was relieved, but I heard a breathtaking noise behind her. Maybe they thought I forgot to break it.

But for Cordelia, I was thankful. I grabbed the egg to make the stard cream and gently cracked it at the edge of the bowl, wanting to show you the rationale that it was all right at all. The contents are not dropped into the ball as is, but the egg shell is used to carefully separate the white body from the yellow body.

Then an exclamation leaked from behind.

"Ladies can break eggs without shells, can't they?"

"... yeah, I can"

"Hands seem to flow more than you can imagine... I'm surprised"

The chief chef's surprise was more than when the witch first saw Cordelia's egg split. Everyone praises you too much to the point of breaking one egg......! Cordelia proceeded with the work stirringly, even though she thought in her mind, for example.

But neither the custard nor the muffin is complete when impressed to this extent.

With that in mind, Cordelia went through every step of the process. I've already made it with the witch once, so it was easy to think that if I made it as I learned, I wouldn't even make a big mistake. Aside from the chef's gaze, however, it was a little unsettling to make in the attention of the other cooks in the kitchen. It's a good opportunity to show that you can make it right, but it's also too conspicuous and embarrassing.

Among other things, the custard and muffin fabric were completed without a problem. Cordelia, who poured them into the mold by gently mixing them together, asked to have them put in the oven in the cookbook. I also wanted to do it myself if I got this far, but it was hard to say I would do it myself to the chef who had already stood by me since I was pouring it into the mold. Above all, I saw a light in the chef's eyes that said, 'I will never give up the oven'. He still seemed worried about burns.

Then I waited awhile and the muffins baked up safely.

Eleven complete muffins in total. Cordelia gave one of them to the chef and brought the rest back to the room.

"One as tasting, and taking two to the teacher's... seven for the rest. Four left for Ronnie, Lara and Emina one at a time. Maybe Hans should have some too."

That leaves three.

"... I'd like to have one for your father, but, Father, is the sweet thing okay?"

Though the ladies are not alone, they will not be blamed per se for cooking. Elvis used to admire Cordelian roasted lemon honey when he said, "Can you cook?"

But would the muffin fit Elvis' mouth?

Unlike natural sweet honey, I am somewhat anxious that sweet sweets will suit Elvis' taste. I've never seen Cordelia where Elvis likes to eat confectionery.

It's sweet Elvis for my daughter, even if she's not comfortable with it. If Cordelia wants it, she won't eat it. But Cordelia doesn't want you to be forced to eat either.

……

After thinking about it, Cordelia wrapped it up with a small box of muffins for her father first. And plug the message card into the top. On the card I just wrote, "If you don't mind, go for an intermission". I didn't write that I made it.

"All right, let's leave this with Hans. And then... there are two of them."

Where do you suppose to take the other two?

I know the female magicians in the mage building prefer sweet things too, but two is not enough. If anything else... That's what I thought, and the faces of my friends floated.

"... but hey"

If you give it to Vernault and Jill, the numbers will be just as clean as they are.

But how would you two take it if it were a sweet made by the lady? Wouldn't you recognize it's a dangerous thing made by an amateur?

"... No, I'm sure Jill will be happy without any doubt. Master Vernault likes sweet things, and you both were happy with your teacher's muffins. I learned this from my teacher, and I don't think there's a problem..."

With that said, Cordelia mouthed something for tasting.

I may fall under self-admiration, but the sweetness that spreads in my mouth is quite well done.

You must be finishing exactly as the witch taught you.

Cordelia ate the muffins and let her temper go small. And carefully wrapped the two remaining muffins. And take one of my favorite teas from the cupboard. I'm sure this will fit the muffin. But that's when I realized.

"As a good gift to Master Vernault, it's not good to give Jill something that doesn't get sunny...?

The letter would not be as problematic as if it had been a few days. But confectionery changes the story. Vernault seems to meet Jill more often than not, but Cordelia isn't sure how often.

Cordelia grabbed a note and a pen, lost, and wrote a letter addressed to Vernault.

The content is that I made baked sweets succinctly, so if you like, go ahead. I didn't dare touch Jill. If Jill is with us, I also wish we could both eat. Even Vernault would presume to mean "eat for two". But even if Vernault didn't fit in with Jill, Vernault would eat about two of them lightly. There should be no trouble or rot.

Cordelia then asked for a use for the Frantheim family and herself prepared to have lunch.

And afternoon.

Cordelia headed with Ronnie to the witch's house.