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

"Have you run errands?"

"Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting."

"No, it wasn't a bad idea to be in the sun because the weather was nice."

Yes. After conversing with Ronnie, Cordelia went straight back to the mansion.

It wasn't even time for the sunset to lean yet when I got home, but I could see the carriage moving in front of the entrance. For a moment I thought it was a guest carriage, but it belongs to the Pameladia family.

"I wonder if your father has returned."

"What about the lady? Do you want to go to the lab?

"... No, I'll see your father and then I'll go back to my room. Yeah, Ronnie's cooking sweets, too. I'll have it delivered later, so eat with Lara."

"Oops, thank you"

That's how Cordelia and Ronnie split up on their way to the magician building, on their way back to their room, headed to the study. If it's Elvis who's back, he might already be there. But on the road I met Hans pushing the cart where the tea was prepared.

"Welcome home, lady."

"I'm home, Hans. Is that for your father?

"Yes, because you're home early today"

The cart also seats the muffins I kept with Hans.

Plus you must have noticed Cordelia's gaze pointed, Hans asked Cordelia slowly.

"Is the lady with you? Because of this, it would be better if the lady gave me this treat, and my husband would be delighted."

"I'm glad you are. I'm coming with you."

And Cordelia headed to the study with Hans.

"Sir, the tea is ready"

In response to Hans' voice, there was a voice in the room urging him to come in.

And Hans urged me, and Cordelia went into the room saying no.

"Excuse me, Father. Welcome home."

"... were you out too"

"Yes."

I don't expect a dialogue like this to come back from Elvis right now, but I also feel that my expression is more sinister than usual. Cordelia decided not to notice, wondering if she meant to keep her company still.

"Father, I made sweets today. If... if you don't like sweet things, can you please taste them?

Although Cordelia offers the box while it is so good, Elvis had no movement. I can only hear Hans preparing dishes in the back.

After all, when Cordelia began to wonder if Elvis was bad at sweets, she finally heard a voice saying "... let's have it" and the box disappeared from her hands. I'm ready for tea. Hans seems to have cared about Cordelia, and he stepped straight back out of the room.

And Elvis took the muffins out of the box.

"There, the teacher... Fulvia told me about the recipe."

"You heard me."

"Yes, it's just that Master Fulvia says that if your father says he's different, that's the right answer."

To Cordelia's answer, Elvis did not continue to ask.

Instead I carried the muffins into my mouth.

"It looks a lot like the flavor I used to eat. I know you don't exactly remember me."

"... are you not going to see me"

"It won't be in the interest of either side where we meet"

It was a pale, and short, Elvis-like answer.

But Cordelia couldn't pull back either.

"I don't think it's profitable. You have a deep knowledge of medicinal herbs, and it would be nice to hear from you as a home dealing with medicinal herbs."

Cordelia put it that way, but in her head she thought, 'I don't really want to say this,' how dare you. Is there a reason you don't want to see me, that's what I want to ask. But I hesitate to put it into words. But the thought seeped into his attitude.

Elvis sighed briefly.

"... in the unlikely event that there was a benefit here, there would be no benefit for them"

"Why do you think so"

"You think they have good memories of Pamela over there?

It doesn't mean that the words contained special thoughts.

Elvis' voice color was more of a supremely obvious way of saying that he always thought so. The expression and complexion do not change at all.

But the dialogue of simply caring for the other person didn't really seem like Elvis.

"If that guy hadn't worked here, if he hadn't met his predecessors, if I hadn't been born... he wouldn't have had the hard time getting down on that guy either. I was young too, but I know what that guy was struggling with"

……

"If it was the cause of my own torment of that man, I wouldn't even be able to see him. I also wish there were fewer people living like that, I sought strength, and I have moved on. But that's what makes him special."

Words spun with flat pronunciation were stopped there once.

"Is that it for you?"

Elvis said he had nothing more to say. That was the first time.

But I wasn't convinced by Cordelia. And I felt that if I left like this, I wouldn't have a chance to mouth this topic again.

The only time to talk is now. Elvis' hopes are not included in the reason he doesn't meet, which is why Elvis is lining up in the first place.

I had no choice but to abandon my reluctance if I were so determined.

"... your father promised to pick you up if you use any hand to be great and make it easier for people to live, didn't he? Your father may still be unsatisfied... but do you intend to continue to renege on your promise?"

"What,"

"My aunt met me from the beginning knowing whose child I am. We also practiced making this treat together. You adore me. And... I've been worried about your father."

Cordelia looked like Elvis' eyes swayed slightly at the words "auntie." So he didn't slow down and Cordelia spun the word.

"Didn't you allow me to approach your aunt because your father cares too?

……

"Sometimes it seems like I should know about your aunt, or that your father wanted you to know about your aunt's existence"

……

"I know you're saying things that have gone too far. But isn't it sad that we want to meet each other?"

There was no response from Elvis, but his eyes were not diverted.

So Cordelia stared into Elvis's eyes. I can also feel the pressure of wondering if I'm just saying something strange when I look into that eye. But I couldn't pull it.

It's hard to meet in the midst of being rejected by my mother, like Cordelia, for example. But if both sides want to, there's no reason not to see each other.

But there's no reason to see him.

"The mere desire to see you is a good reason. But if you really say so… I will provide you with a good reason. Would you like to meet your father and aunt?"

Whatever they say, the demands will continue if they are not clearly rejected.

I don't know if that Cordelia's will was conveyed.

Eventually, however, Elvis said, "... if you don't reject it there, fine," an atmosphere that is somewhat unconvincing, but nevertheless agreeable.

"Thank you, Father"

Cordelia thanked Elvis with this fortunate smile and left the room. First of all, it is a first door breakthrough.

However, as it stands, it is conditional if a reason can be made.

In fact, it is not difficult per se to invite Fulvia to the Mansion. He would also be able to invite us to the greenhouse, for example, to check on the situation of Aloe Vera conceded from Fulvia. But that alone would be weak as an excuse to meet Elvis, and it would be difficult to ask Elvis to pretend to be a coincidence.

(Then I guess there's one way so far)

Cordelia, who thought so, went back to her room and wrote a brush to Vernor, so entrusted it to her servant. The content is that I want to visit the Frantheim family tomorrow because I need to speak to Vernault.

"That's it," he said. I have to get rid of this before I see you again. "

Cordelia fought a pile of paperwork and materials overnight after crushing so much to herself.

And after noon the next day, Cordelia visited the Frantheim family.

Good afternoon, Master Vernault.

"It's unusual for Dili to come for me, not my mother. You in a hurry?

"Yeah. I brought you a proposal for the mobile library thing, so I wanted you to see it."

That's how Cordelia offered Vernor to push a bunch of paperwork he'd written up.

"... I don't think I've ever been over it before, but it's a lot faster than I thought. Were you in a hurry to move on?

"Yeah, there's a lot going on."

"I'll just take a look. Oh, and the muffins were delicious. I need to be told. I don't think Dili made it. Jill may not have eaten it yet."

"Oh, why?

I think I heard a word from Vernault that caught me slightly, but I'm more concerned that Jill might not have got his hands on it. You were judged to be at risk of ill health - I was so anxious, but Vernault was blatant.

"He said it was a waste of something."

"... is it a waste, that you don't have it? It would be a waste to rot, so I should have served it."

"Oh, absolutely."

Cordelia weakened for unexpected reasons.

Instead, it's not that big a deal, so I think I want you to stop hurdling before you eat it. Then I'd be more comfortable with the "out-of-the-box yummy" from the state I wasn't expecting the other way around.

"I'll make it again if I have to, so tell them to eat it soon."

"Okay, I'll tell him. Well, I think you're just eating already, and you won't be able to demand that, but you'll be happy."

Nature and light mouth rewards stopped when we talked that far. Vernault glances at the paperwork and Cordelia looks quietly at the condition.

"... it may be a hand to consult a bookkeeper on the selection criteria for a book, but you are also a peer, so to speak. Are you okay?"

"If the customer base doesn't wear it, it won't be a problem. If you tell them you want them to cooperate with the welfare cause, they may also get positive consideration. Besides, the owner of a bookstore on Third Avenue, for example, said he was keen on educating his children enough to open a study school."

"You know me well."

This is something I've asked Aisha a little before, but I think there's room to negotiate.

"You're listing other places that might be helpful."

"Yes, I think it would be beneficial if you could listen to me."

"… acquisition of legal personality for accounting related matters, or"

"I thought it would be most appropriate to acquire legal personality as a non-profit organization. In that case, it will have to be audited by a body established by the State, so transparency will be maintained. Besides what Jill said about the job offer at the base, I wonder if it would be good to sell village specialties in an office in Wangdu, for example. If it's part of the business, it's tax incentives, right?

Normally, when you set up a store, you need taxes. I would love to spend most of my tax savings on operating expenses.

When Cordelia said so, Vernor shrugged his shoulder, "Right.

"I was thinking more or less the same thing. Unfortunately, I haven't even written up a plan yet."

"It would be a relief if Lord Vernault thought the same thing through."

"Don't tell me what's right for you."

That being said, Vernault raised his face from the paperwork.

"Oh, it was annoying, but I talked to His Highness about it the other day. It's easier to gather your endorsers with something very positive."

"It's... it's been tough"

I'm very grateful, but I still can't help but catch on a little. However, I know that it is a very big help ship if you think only of words.

I can understand... but it's hard to say.

Apparently such air was passed on to Vernault as well, but he rarely and deeply stuck to the extent of shrugging his shoulders.

"For one thing, shall we have adults look at this once as a draft? If we're going to do this, we need to make sure we get somewhere early."

"Yep. It's about the person to talk to..."

"Yeah, well, then I guess I'm pretty much Count Pameladia."

"Huh?"

Cordelia, who didn't think Vernault would give her own father's name, turned her eyes round.

If you're more of a Vernault, say, "Shall I ask your father? 'Cause they say it's good. Whatever you think, there's also a reason it's because the Marquis is better at handling children than Elvis.

But Vernor, who betrayed Cordelia's predictions, said, "Is that so surprising?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"For once, I told my father that I would like to talk to him soon. I don't think it's a good idea to strain all of Dili. But first, Father asked the Earl of Pameladia to listen."

"How could that be?

"I can't imagine what the Count would think for a child, so he wants to see it once and for all"

"... sounds fun and most importantly"

Thank you. The Marquis seems to be the same. I'm sorry, Father... Cordelia thought so, but I wanted to deduce Elvis originally, so I'm also talking about relieving myself by boat across the street.

"Do you have a problem as a dilly?

"Yeah, I'd rather have your father talk to me, so you're more welcome."

"Well, good for you"

"By the way, Master Vernault. It changes the story, but it turns out that the witch teacher knew from the beginning that I was the daughter of the Pameladia family."

There would have been a sudden shift in the subject, Vernor blinked his eyes two or three times at Cordelia's sudden confession. But he didn't seem to panic about it.

"... well, there's nothing you can't predict from what Dili looks like."

Cordelia also nodded at the windy Vernor reaction that she didn't even know.

"But if you know, it's because of this, and I'd like to call a teacher at the suggestion. And of course, I'm going to hear from people in villages other than Oulu later."

"Sometimes I may be able to reflect it because I did hear the request earlier. Fortunately, she lives in the King's Capital... and it's just that the Count's permission goes down?

"I'll push through"

"You're very strong."

Cordelia replied with a full grin to Vernault's reaction, which seemed to be a mixture of emotion and awe.

"In any case, I want my teacher to see the greenhouse. We've had Aloe Vera before, and we'd like you to look at the current situation."

"Oh, you mean that. Wouldn't that be a good reason to invite you to the mansion?

Apparently, he was convinced. Cordelia was a little relieved to see how Vernor was doing, even before the building. Vernault is so sharp that I was thinking a little bit about the possibility of being surprised here. But neither does it.

(The stage to bring the two together is almost complete.)

All you have to do is align the props and thoroughly support the two of them on the day...... Cordelia raised her mouth angle thinking so.

"... you're in a lot of a mood"

Such a slightly tight appearance of Vernault was also trivial for Cordelia today.

Cordelia then told Elvis and Fulvia, respectively, that she wanted to 'discuss the business plan involved in rural education' and began to adjust the schedule.

Fulvia still showed reluctance to invite Cordelia once, having trouble with the disadvantages that would arise for Elvis. But Cordelia stuck. He managed to get me to nod because he only wanted me to hear it as a representative of the village educator.

"But if we were to meet again, it wouldn't be fifty years. Your father doesn't have a lot of words, and your aunt will be nervous..."

Cordelia thought about what a reunion would be, even as she rejoiced at the decision to reunite, eventually arming herself and becoming smaller.

"... I need something that's easy to break my mind."

We don't even talk about going forward in our state.

It would be best to have them relax... I thought so and Cordelia remembered fu.

"Speaking of which, does your father miss Lemon? You said. I've never eaten lemon honey other than to make my own... was my aunt made?

If so, Cordelia thought I might like some lemon treats. It is true that lemons are grown more in the south and are very cheap and available compared to Wang Du.

So the first thing that comes to mind is lemon muffins, but I just got a taste of muffins the other day and it bothers me how about muffins again.

Others came to mind a lemon tart, but now Cordelia tilted her neck wondering if she could make something called a tart as well. But if you're thinking about it and you don't know it, it's quicker to ask. I thought so. Cordelia headed to the kitchen to meet the chef.

In the kitchen, a paragraph was made from lunch, and several cooks prepared tea time sweets. Among them, the chef approached the cordelia with a glimpse.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you today?

"Next time I'm going to welcome a customer, I want you to talk to me about the treats you're going to serve at that time. Your father's with you."

"Is your husband, too?

The chef also had his eyes round in rare circumstances.

You weren't so surprised if this was what Elvis said Cordelia would be attending, the opposite is certainly something that has never happened before.

"Do you know your preferences?

"Well, I'm thinking lemon treats...... anything with a gentle flavor?

"Then how about lemon buttercake? Make with thin powder and almond poodles, butter, then lemon juice and apply icing. It's an elegant sweet cake."

I see, it does look like a delicious combination.

Cordelia caught on a little though. Almond puddles are a little higher than flour. I feel that it will probably be a little away from the flavor I miss.

"Can we even make it without almond poodles?

"Yeah, sure. If you prefer, would you like me to combine honey with lemon? It can also be served with lemon marmalade."

"Sounds delicious. For once, why don't we ask for a tasting for tomorrow's meal? Then I want you to make it for me again."

"Yes, ma'am."

Now the props are roughly ready.

"... Now, will the important and important big job work well?

But so he shrugged and immediately waved his wear.

Not if it works, but if it works. But I think so, but I laughed bitterly that I guess I wouldn't be able to calm down for a few days.