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

It wasn't until five days after that that that they were convenient.

To invite the guest, Fulvia, to the mansion, the face-to-face meeting can only take place during the day, but it was good news for Cordelia, who had always wondered if Elvis' convenient dates would be a little further ahead of him, packing too many appointments.

(I think it's nice to see you soon, and I'm glad your father thinks that's all worth rescheduling)

I'm going to talk about it exactly as planned, but I want Elvis and Fulvia to make sure they see each other's situation with their eyes. And if they wanted to talk to each other...... with that hope, they were holding Emina's hand in the greenhouse and preparing the tablecloth.

The tea treats created by Cordelia, already looking to the head chef's guidance, are also ready.

When Emina placed the flowers on the table and the greenhouse was ready, Ronnie came to get Cordelia.

"Ma'am, you can see the teacher."

"I'm going. Emina, please get the rest ready."

"Yes, ma'am"

Cordelia then headed with Ronnie to the main building entrance.

I'm telling Ronnie that Fulvia is coming too, but I'm only telling her that it's no different than explaining to everyone that "the teacher is supposed to listen to me too".

"Thank you for waiting, Doctor"

"No, it's an honor to keep it for your invitation"

"Just now, why don't you come to the greenhouse?

I guess it's not how it's always going because this is the Pameladia Mansion.

I can't talk about anything if my eyes are concerned.

(No, it's not just about people)

I carried the momentum so far as it was, but watching the tension in Fulvia gradually raises anxiety, too.

It's okay, it's okay. What am I going to do when I get anxious here?

Yes, Cordelia leads the way to the greenhouse, telling herself.

"... that's a lot of bright colored flowers"

Cordelia smiled small at Fulvia's words.

"Nobody's here, so don't be. When a teacher talks to you like that, it makes me kind of nervous, too."

I've actually been nervous since before that, but that's what I had to say to deceive my expression. Plus, I'm not comfortable with Fulvia being against me.

"But..."

"At least until your father is here, please"

Just in case you think about it, Cordelia can call it "Auntie Asama" early on the road. But I want you to behave as you always do at all. Yes, at least until I see Elvis.

"This is the greenhouse. This is where I grew the Aloe Vera."

"... splendid, wow"

"It's your father's design. Even in the greenhouse, you can change the temperature and humidity by compartmentalizing the glass."

Cordelia, please, gently raised her palms so that Fulvia could see freely, indicated ahead, and stood diagonally behind Fulvia as she stood.

We were telling Emina that we wanted her to back off as soon as she was ready in advance, so we're alone here.

Fulvia started walking slowly inside the greenhouse with one, two steps.

"You're planting all kinds of herbs."

"Yes, but the magic contained in the soil is regulated to prevent it from spreading in unexpected directions from the strength of the life force of the herb"

"So that's it. It's just as healthy a grasshopper as it is native to the mountain forest."

Cordelia stared quietly at Fulvia, who broke her knee and drew her gaze closer to the grasshopper.

Eventually the entrance to the greenhouse opened.

"My lady, my husband is here."

Elvis, standing behind Ronnie, didn't have an expression, as usual. "Now if you'll excuse me," Ronnie left the scene.

Elvis, Fulvia, and Cordelia and I just became three, and the first person to open his mouth was Elvis.

"... my daughter's selfishness, and I'm sorry to call you"

"No, not at all"

The air was very hard.

And heavy. Words don't go on any further.

In the sphere of anticipation, however, it did not become an inspiring reunion the moment they met each other in the face...

However, Cordelia was not surprised by the assumption.

Instead, although it was Fulvia's gaze that was lowering, he was reassured that Elvis' gaze would not detach from his opponent as usual.

(... whatever the circumstances, it doesn't seem like your father would turn a blind eye,)

But in that way it seems like the Count as usual, it really ends with the Count's correspondence with the visitors.

Elvis was most concerned about what Fulvia thought in the first place. If Fulvia looks like this, she might keep the situation as it is now so that it stays with minimal conversation.

That doesn't make any sense.

Cordelia, who thought so, grinned.

"This way, please. We are ready for tea"

That's how Cordelia, who led them to the table, prepared the tea utensils in a way that she could be. And served before each of them with tea treats.

Then distribute the prepared materials as well.

"Here's the real thing I called you in today. We are now planning the project of a mobile library that will deliver books to children in mountain villages away from the Wang capital, along with those who agree with us, including Master Vernault, son of the Frantheim family"

"... that it's a mobile library?

"Yes, there is a current situation in the village away from the Wang capital where books are a little difficult to reach. So I am going to carry the book by carriage to the village described in the plan. I think you might be distant for a fee to observe from the current situation where the book is not familiar again. So we're not thinking about royalties at the moment."

I would also consider good offices if a special book were to be desired, but that is not the subject of the plan.

Neither did Elvis touch on that.

"What are you going to do with the funds?"

"Basically, we solicit donations every year from our endorsers and consider setting up a corporate body. We will include a list of endorsers and plans for donations in the third sheet."

"... that's a lot of people."

"Lord Vernault has spoken, but we have also heard that His Highness Sylvester has been of interest to you"

Elvis nodded softly as Cordelia added the words.

As far as Fulvia goes, "Royal's...?," he opens his eyes.

Cordelia continued her words.

"I buy books from donations or intend to collect them in donation books. The Wang capital has the idea of setting up an office that serves as a base for the antenna shop, selling the specialties of the village to be patrolled and incorporating them into the budget. There are also opinions that it should be a source of information that can be used by both the village and the Wang Capital. … we would like to know if you think about this plan."

To Cordelia's words. Elvis dropped his eyes on the paperwork.

And after a while, I opened my mouth.

"It wouldn't be unrealistic if we packed up some more plans and even had a prior meeting"

"... I think so too. There's nothing to lose in the village."

Fulvia also followed Elvis' words.

Cordelia was relieved that there were no negative words from the two of them.

"We cannot rent offices in the Wang capital only with our children. Father, can I help you?"

"That's about all right."

"Thank you. I would now like to discuss it with you. As for the contents of the book, basically, we think about picture books, fairy tales and historical books for children. Some of them are based on adult readings, but we want to know what it would be more effective to focus on."

When Cordelia said so, Elvis deepened the crease between his brows.

…………

"Father...?

"If you want a picture book or a fairy tale, you can ask the Marquis Frantheim. I quite like that aspect."

(Father, that's not the one called round throwing...? That's a recommendation because it's appropriate...?

But even so, it seems to me to be a different answer than the Marquis Frantheim that Vernor was saying. Cordelia laughed heartily as she thought this might get booed by the Marquis.

(... no, although this might please the Marquis)

If in the first place the Marquis would have said, "That Elvis relied on me!" But I might say with a smile. Father, I'm sorry. I can only imagine the Marquis rejoicing no matter how he falls.

But Elvis' words didn't stay with it.

"If it's anything else, it's a good idea to mix maps of the country and the world. It's also an opportunity to know that the world you know is narrow."

"Is that a map"

Speaking of which, in previous life, there were times when you were raised to the globe, Cordelia remembered herself.

I do remember feeling like a world I didn't know would expand at all.

"What does the teacher think?

"If you're going to incorporate a map, you might want something like a travel book. And then... it's not a book, but many kids like creatures, like animals, birds, insects and insects. It can be a little expensive, but the drawings may also be in demand"

"Drawings?"

"Yes."

Maps and drawings are more expensive than regular books. However, as a result, it does not exist in the village and demand may be high. If I think about it, I would also like to fold it.

"Does the teacher find this initiative acceptable, even in the village of Oulu?

"I think it's likely. … have recently been consulted by the Dean"

The consultation from the Dean Cordelia had already been given to Fulvia, apparently. I thought you'd probably be okay, but now I can get more peace of mind.

"Do you know anything else that might interest the kids?

"Right......"

Fulvia tried to say something that way, but suddenly pulled her mouth together.

Elvis, like Cordelia, seemed strange, and moved his brow a little.

"... do you have something?

"I don't have any...... maybe a little out of place"

"It's about the book, isn't it?

"Yes... can I really say"

To a strangely mouth-watering fluvia, Cordelia deepened her doubts more and more.

I wonder what you're trying to say. Yes, in front of Cordelia. Fulvia looked to Cordelia and Elvis the way she had decided to.

"... children, especially boys, are excrement... so many kids like us so called"

Fulvia's voice was serious everywhere.

So Cordelia also had a slow reaction, but the moment I understood the meaning of the word, I couldn't think of it.

And at the same time, Elvis was flourishing.

I've never seen Cordelia react so much to Elvis, etc. And I think at the same time. Was there such a time even for this father? Even this father!!

Elvis, who had no eye contact with Cordelia, who looked so seriously, was breathing well with a deliberate cough.

(... maybe your father remembers you too?

I can't imagine at all, but if it was before I entered the Pameladia family, it might not be strange to say... All the more so considering what Fulvia was saying about him being a fuckin 'kid.

"Not very elegant, but the appearance of excrement, in order to work out how the body works, may also attract interest. For children, excrement is not waste, but a product."

But Fulvia never got into the state of Cordelia or Elvis. You look very serious and serious. I even thought that, conversely, was crazy for Cordelia and I couldn't help it.

And finally, it blew out.

"Duh, what is it?"

"Hi there... It was the first time I had seen your father upset so far. I thought you were my aunt."

"Dili...... lady"

For a moment Fulvia called on Cordelia as usual, probably because she was in a hurry to see how Cordelia was doing.

But Cordelia has always wanted me to call her that.

"Auntie, please call me Dili as usual. And, Father, it's only a waste of resistance as it is, isn't it?

…………

It wasn't just Fulvia's attitude, even Elvis's attitude was teething to Cordelia. Cordelia throws words at Elvis just because she's here.

You know why Elvis gets so upset himself.

Cordelia did not blame the reply. But I didn't go on with the words.

Eventually Elvis opened his mouth.

"I always thought I had to apologize."

That was never loud.

But it was a voice I couldn't miss hearing.

"When I decided that I would be welcomed by the nobility, I used that position and decided that I would defend our civilian lives. I decided to use whatever I could for that, and in fact I intend to do just that. But...... how much where I have done so, the hardships you have endured will never go away.... My mother had a hard time when I was just born. Sorry, sir."

Elvis' words were pale.

But it sounded more like Cordelia doing so consciously.

Fulvia, on the other hand, flirted.

"That's not true, Elvis. You're not bad, you're not just caught up in adult situations.... I can't, I guess I did a lot. I'm really, really sorry."

And because the silence tried to flow between them, Cordelia broke in.

"Father, Grandma. Then it will always be a parallel line. We don't give in to each other."

If they both keep saying it's their fault, they're totally pointless, like apologizing to each other.

Cordelia is not going to join the story in the first place about which is worse.

"Look at each other's faces. I know it's hard to believe no matter how much I tell you... isn't it obvious? I wanted to be with you more, didn't you say? And shouldn't that be all?

…………

To Cordelia's question, neither of them answered.

We were just looking into each other's eyes.

"Shall we continue the story of the mobile library later?"

A little out of his shoulder, Cordelia called out to both of them.

"The treat at hand, could you have it? I baked it."

Because of this, I picked something that I might miss and baked.

I want you to taste enough - with that in mind, Cordelia took the initiative to mouth the buttercake herself. Yeah, yum.

The parents were not praised for reaching out before they ate, but I thought they wouldn't move unless they did.

"... you had a much cuter daughter"

"There are a few places where your wife passes. Who the hell do I look like?"

The two people who were solidifying looked at the cordelia like that and said so orally.

But I'm a little curious as to how far the hell Elvis is known about the little old lady he said. The desire to ask is mountainous, but then I also feel like digging a grave - yes Cordelia thinks, the helpship was sent out of Fulvia.

"Oh, then I'm sure he looks like you. It was a long time ago."

……

Elvis didn't answer anything, whether he didn't argue or couldn't.

Fulvia was smiling at the silent Elvis, but eventually drooped her head.

"Thank you"

"What..."

"I thought it was enough to tell you a story that you were admired by the people. But now that we're able to exchange words again, I'm very happy."

Elvis looked quietly at Fulvia, who looked like she was about to shatter again.

"I never thought I'd be blessed with the opportunity to exchange words directly with my mother, either.... Great to talk to you"

Elvis' statement, released after a long silence, also sounds like a mere unobstructed word.

But for Elvis, I guess it's the most honest word possible. Elvis is not in the character of choosing words to suit his opponents, and I guess it's because he wanted to see them in the first place that he didn't pinch any objections to setting up this place.

And then we pinched buttercake tastings, and we gave each other recent developments... Oh, my God, that didn't happen.

Elvis remarked on the lemon-flavoured buttercake that it tasted "nostalgic," but in the end the topic soon returned to the mobile library plan.

Because of this, I thought Cordelia could derail me...... but the tenacity had disappeared from each other, so I decided to wonder if it would have worked in any way. And this parent and child seems to be a root worker.

But then after a while, the use from the castle led Elvis to climb abruptly.

It would not have been a mistake to see the crease between the eyebrows carved deeper than when they dealt with the Marquis Frantheim.

Still, Elvis left the greenhouse behind without looking like he was going to regret it.

I just left out the phrase "sooner or later".

After Elvis left, Cordelia only organized the main points of the conversation with Fulvia and dropped her off. Of course I can talk if I want to, but at any rate, I want to set up a place to talk with Elvis again.

(And once you see him, it will be easier to invite him as a medicinal herb teacher...)

Of course we need to maintain a sense of distance that doesn't seem suspicious around us, and I know we need to think fully about our position.

I was happier than I imagined that the groove of feelings between the two people I liked would fill.

(And then...)

And just one more thing Cordelia has ever thought.

Cordelia called out to Emina, who could clean up in a greenhouse that was missing visitors, staring at the flowers nearby.

"Hey, Emina. I need to talk to you."

"Yes, ma'am"

"Could you deliver these flowers to your mother?

Emina froze her expression on such Cordelia's words.

It's something Cordelia hasn't said about her mother in years. I guess Cordelia didn't even anticipate saying that or anything like that because one of the two relationships hasn't changed for a long time.

Still Cordelia was laughing.

"Your mother loves white flowers, doesn't she? I'm sure your mother will miss this flower bulb because it was a souvenir from Aunt Nilpama."

I know my mother commands the samurai to decorate the room with white flowers.

But Emina's expression didn't clear on Cordelia's words either.

Cordelia smiled bitterly.

"Please don't look like that. It's not like I want to see you because I can't. However, if they originally hated you, they wouldn't hate you any more, and they might accept that flowers are not guilty."

On top of that, I have a slight feeling that maybe...

It is significant that Cordelia gave up talking to her mother early because of course it did not lead to anxiety about her future. But... just as much, I didn't want to be hated.

Sometimes I avoided it because I feared hearing negative words from my mother, who had never even had a decent conversation yet.

But just because I was dodging it, I don't even think it's fine dust that they don't hate me. I can hit it and crush it... rather than lose anything if it's crushed originally.

"Of course, if contact with me really makes your mother stressed, I won't give it away. It's not like I want to harass you. So, huh?

"... Yes, sir."

Cordelia also knows from Emina's expression that the rate at which it works is low. Because it's not just the problems between you and your mother that don't have a good relationship with your mother in the first place.

Still, I don't drop my shoulders.

Even if the relationship doesn't improve, for example, if you just like the flowers, I'll give it to you again, I'm just going to.

I don't think all my hopes come true.

But if you don't make an effort to fulfill your wishes, even what you do doesn't come true. If you give up early, even the slightly mishung button won't return.

"Hitting and crushing suits my sexual roots better."

Let's think about it when we can't if we can't.

Cordelia stroked the white petal with her fingertips, thinking so.