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

In the afternoon Cordelia headed with Ronnie to the witch's shop with a muffin she put in a small basket.

On that road, Cordelia asked Ronnie.

"Hey, Ronnie. I want to talk to the doctor today. I was wondering if you could take it off a little."

"Fine."

"Uh, okay?

"It's okay... the lady told you, didn't she?

Sure, you're right, but Cordelia was a little surprised by Ronnie for answering too lightly. I didn't think it would be rejected, but I also assumed it would be somewhat reluctant. But Ronnie even responded as he deserved.

"Of course I'll wait outside the store. Yes. If you stay away too long, you won't be able to make it, and then you're going to be lazy."

"Yeah, of course it is"

"Something's bothering you about a lady saying that."

"Just a little."

"I hope you know," Ronnie said to the answer, slightly cloudy, yawning and mixing with her hands behind her neck. Cordelia waved to Ronnie and stepped into the store as she arrived at the witch's shop, thinking she still seemed unrelated to the tension.

"Welcome, Dilly"

"Hello, Doctor"

As soon as Cordelia entered, the witch called. The witch approached Cordelia as soon as she placed the herbaceous bottle she had on the shelf.

"Thank you for the meantime.... It's been a very big deal, but a lot of things... were you okay?

"Yeah, it's late to go home, but my father didn't say anything, so let me interrupt the village again"

The "various" that the witch said worryingly might have been in about her health, but Cordelia didn't touch that.

I'm already in good shape, and I'm not serious about getting you to pay attention.

And Cordelia offered the basket with both hands to get out of the way.

"I baked the muffins my teacher taught me today."

"Well, that's nice. Then I'll make some tea for you."

"Thank you. Actually, I didn't bring tea in anticipation."

If Cordelia said so mischievously, the witch laughed small at it as well.

"Mick was very reflective. But I don't want to see Dili any time soon."

"How is that......?

"He wants to apologize cool. But they haven't figured out what to do yet, so they said they don't want you here yet."

"That's troublesome."

I couldn't imagine Cordelia saying that word, but I couldn't even think of a well-dressed apology. But at least I'm relieved it's not a head-on rejection. I meant to settle it once, but after one night, it never seemed like it was back to normal...

"But the other kids wanted me to come soon, so Mick had to be patient."

"Well, I've decided I didn't hear anything from your teacher."

"Yeah, I like that."

That's how we took a breath of breath as we laughed bitterly at each other, each carrying a cup to our mouth.

Cordelia, who moistened her throat with tea, asked the witch.

"Are you familiar with my father?

But after speaking, Cordelia slightly regretted that the story was too abrupt.

The witch was clouding the story, so I shouldn't have had to ask her so straight. But I guess that was out of control because I care so much.

Fortunately, it didn't look like it bothered the witch. She slowly asked Cordelia.

"Is that what Dilly's father said?

"My father said it was a long time ago, even if I knew my teacher. So I don't know if it's in person or not, so I asked the doctor. However, if it's something the teacher doesn't want to talk about, I'm going to stop asking you, too."

It became like an addition, but Cordelia accompanied the words just in case.

I'm concerned about how Elvis is doing and how the witch is doing. But if it is here that I never want to say it, I am also reluctant to step in with interest.

There is also prior information that the witch does not seem to favor the nobility.

But there are some parts of Cordelia that I care about. If being aristocratic means having a negative impression of Elvis, I wonder if there's something I can tell you. It may not even be a misunderstanding, but there may be something going wrong.

Cordelia waited still for an answer from the witch. The witch exhaled a small, long breath and dropped her gaze.

"It's not like I don't want to talk about it. I just want you to hear me on the assumption that if the Count says it's a lie, it's a lie."

"... you still know my father"

"Yeah. The truth is, I've known Dili since I first saw her."

Saying so, the witch slowly adjusted the gaze she was dropping to Cordelia.

"Except it wasn't the current Count I've spoken to, it was Elvis, the young, armed white boy."

"Huh?"

For a moment Cordelia doubted her ears. Arm-white kid?

Of course I understand Elvis has a childhood, but I leaned my neck in my heart to a word that didn't look too good on him. But the witch's expression was serious.

"My name is Fulvia. I was born in the Baron's house, and before I became a pharmacist, I was a servant of the Pameladia family to support my household... Elvis' birth parents"

"... Huh?

"I need to talk to you about how nobody could be happy. It's a little long, old story."

That's how the witch who named herself Fulvia spoke slowly.

"I've been working as a servant at the Pameladia family since I was sixteen years old after my introduction. But not long after I worked, one day, when I went to the attic to clean up, I happened to meet my predecessor, who was hiding there and taking a nap. I've had several similar encounters since then, and I've had the opportunity to talk to you... and most of all, I've had feelings for my predecessors. Of course, given your identity, I didn't think it would make sense."

……

"So when my predecessors conveyed my thoughts, I was really happy and at the same time sad"

"How could that be..."

"My predecessors lost their parents early, and there were few back shields. That's why I had a fiancée."

Cordelia was also annoyed by Fulvia's answer.

Yes, I have a grandmother who is not fluvial...... I mean my predecessors had a clean wife. And Fulvia said earlier that no one could be happy.

Fulvia went on as opposed to Cordelia, who lost her word.

"I really should have said no properly there. But when I was about to say it, my fiancée... my later wife told me." If you do not threaten my status, you may have any relationship with the Count ". You told me that your wife didn't have a previous generation, that she had another imagination."

……

"I'm surprised. 'Cause your wife noticed at a glance that no servant noticed."

But Cordelia thought it was sad.

Now there is no strong link between the parents of the previous Lady and the Pameladian family, but understandably enough for the young Count's rear shield.

(... but that was unintentional to her)

Is that why you sympathized with Fulvia, who likewise could not be accomplished to keep up with thinkers, or with previous generations? Or did you say that in the sense of rejecting your predecessors because you can't fulfill your own thoughts?

I don't know the sincerity, but I can still predict that the word would have been a sweet temptation for the young Fulvia.

"I appreciate that word and it's sweet. But I should have made sense. I had Elvis when I realized it."

……

"Even though how little was noticed besides your wife, having a child could have involved the situation. That would be outrageous. That's why I took the time and left Wang Du to go south. It was hard in a life I wasn't used to for a while, but I didn't have time to think I was lonely because of it or to reflect on it. I guess that's why the punishment hit me. When Elvis was four, I had an epidemic, and I couldn't move. But your medicine was expensive and I couldn't buy it.... then your wife appeared before me."

"... you knew where the teacher lived"

"Yeah. Until then, I didn't know, and I didn't think Elvis' presence was telling your wife. My wife told me that she would give me medicine if I offered Elvis. They told me Elvis would have a hard time if he died without taking his meds at the same time. Still, I declared myself cured and said no. But Elvis took it himself. She said," If you want to cure your mother's illness, come here. "I don't want to go, but if I die, I don't want to. And... nobility is a terrible thing to say, even the terrible ones. So use any hand to make it great and make it easier for people like us to live, so pick me up."

Fulvia, who spat out the long words at once, kept her mouth shut.

Cordelia was silently staring at Fulvia.

"... so I couldn't say. Your wife didn't say anything wrong. It was my fault that I had to tell her... but I didn't have the courage to be honest with her."

"But... that, if a four-year-old suddenly showed up at the mansion, wouldn't he have even raised a voice from his servant saying it was strange?

"I thought that, too. But I hear your wife gave birth to a child later than Elvis. It's just... it seems that the child was raised at his wife's home shortly after she was born, and no one in the Pamela family knew what it was like to grow up. Instead, Elvis appeared reassured that the child really existed, his wife said."

"Maybe that wife's child..."

"... he may have been a child unlike his wife or his predecessors. But I don't know if I can make sure."

Doesn't that mean that eventually we were going to welcome Elvis? Haven't you just happened to be the reason for a fluvian disease or something? Of course, it's only speculation, but I could understand what Cordelia meant by "stories no one could be happy with”.

"It wasn't until after that that that I started asking for drugs that even ordinary people could handle. It's not a redemption, but when I realized I was studying day and night under a pharmacist."

"Did you meet your father after that?

"I've seen it from afar. It was often noticeable during the triumph of the expedition, and I thought my heart would stop when I heard that I was badly injured under the cover of Your Majesty. But you can't tell me you want to see him from me, and seeing him will only do him harm."

"Why not?

"Rumors stick to the nobles, but gossip can also lead to leg loss. It's unlikely that I'm the mother, but I don't need the extra help."

Fulvia's voice never grew louder.

But the core was a firmer voice than earlier.

"If Elvis wants to escape from the aristocratic world, I still want to help him escape to the end of the earth. But I shouldn't be seeing Elvis right now."

……

That looked Cordelia as if she was telling herself.

And looking at that, I've been certain.

"So what is it?"

"Huh?"

"It's what you said I figured out at first sight. Doctor... you've been looking at your father for a long time."

Cordelia still doesn't have many opportunities to go out in public as the daughter of the Pameladia family. I say you know such a child at a glance, so even if you had a period of time away from the King's capital, you would still be keeping a close eye on him in the King's capital.

"... Dili won't say anything to me?

"If you're asked if you acted right, it's a hard thing to answer. But unfortunately, I'd like to call you Auntie, if possible, but if you call me that in public, you'll be bothered."

I'm sure it's not something I was praised for.

But I'm not talking about who's gonna end up saying it's bad, and Cordelia had no reason to blame Fulvia. Cordelia, who is not a party to blame in the first place, did not have the credentials, such as the words she tells the person she regrets more than anyone else.

"It's my discretionary statement, but if the teacher doesn't choose that option, neither your father, nor me, nor your brother or sister are born. I couldn't even talk to the doctor. I would like to continue to learn a lot from my teacher."

"... thanks"

Cordelia wonders if he hasn't said anything to thank you for and if that word was simply because there were no other words. I don't particularly feel that it was refreshing to talk from Fulvia either.

But Cordelia was caught.

I'm probably not resenting the past because Elvis didn't try to hide the matter. Instead, I think it was because I cared about Fulvia that Fulvia said what to say.

(... I wonder why your father won't see your aunt)

I know that the concerns from Fulvia's point of view guide Elvis.

but if Fulvia was a herbalist, she would have had the option to invite him as a pharmacist. What the hell is the reason I don't see my mother, who promised me a reunion?

But Cordelia, who thought Fulvia was an "aunt," realized there was one thing completely irrelevant.

"… sir. I'd like to ask you something very rude."

"I wonder what?

"How many teachers are you...?

I thought it would be a little older than Elvis, but I didn't even imagine it was just Elvis' mother generation.

Fulvia was circling her eyes as if she had been poked in the void by Cordelia's question.

Eventually Fulvia put her index finger on her lips.

"Dili, you don't ask women much about their years, do you?

That was a little like teasing Cordelia.

However, given that Elvis is now in his fifties... the word that he is a beautiful witch occupied Cordelia's head. That's the green witch, she must be practicing some kind of beauty law.

(... and not)

While responding to the witch's words with an ambiguous grin, Cordelia put herself in and pushed the question out of her head.

I wonder why Elvis won't see Fulvia.

(Dear Auntie, I'm sure you'd like to see me)

Cordelia thought to speak to Elvis.

Maybe it's a favor. But if there's no clear reason, I'd like you to meet him once. Because for Cordelia, they're both lovers.