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

The spring, which counts for the fourteenth time since Cordelia was born, had a milder climate than usual. The cold air had left and the warm season had added more colour to the flowers in the garden.

Today with little wind and clouds, it's always warm. I thought so. Cordelia decided to do today's hospitality in the garden.

"But it's still a house full of flowers,"

"Isn't it beautiful?

"You look like you like women."

He's still not interested in flowers as he swings his own story.

(Speaking of which, apparently, you could have a heart that loves you a little bit)

Cordelia shrugs her shoulders, but when it comes to looking like Vernault, it looks like Vernault. Even now that the countdown to adulthood has begun, Vernault still has more dough than flowers and more cake than flowers.

Rare cheesecake is sitting in front of the two of us today. A city pine pattern is made with strawberry layers and pistachio layers. It's a very springy colour... well, how far would Vernault look?

In any case, I know very well that you are tasting and eating it.

Let's thank the chef later.

"We'll report you before you forget it. Your order for next month's books has been completed. It's all going to be delivered exactly as you wish."

"Good for you. You got that faint picture book, too?

"Yeah, I personally asked for a few more books, and you promised to secure them with great joy."

"Well, it may not be a good chance to be turned down without it... but how the hell did Dillie order the book"

"Within pennies, sir."

"I don't know how much that 'penny' is."

It looks like Vernault, but it doesn't have to be bad at all because it's something Cordelia buys from her own money. More or less, the book is a method of growing grasshoppers, or a book with a description of pharmacology, so it is a necessary expense for research.

Three months have already elapsed since the start of patrols under the Mobile Library Plan.

Cordelia consults Elvis when setting up an office and on the specialities of the villages to be used for the transaction, but has asked the Marquis Frantheim to supervise the book through Vernor for its type.

Elvis is also available for consultation on the type of book. but with a reluctant face for the price, it also looks like he's saying "I would have told the Marquis of Frantheim to ask," so he doesn't talk to me much.

Conversely, the Marquis was in a very good mood when talking about mobile libraries with Elvis' words to the Marquis of Frantheim conveyed..., Vernor said. But he said he seemed to be more mischievous than happy.

Never before has the proposal been rejected, even though the most additional proposals have been received from the Marquis Frantheim.

I am not going to submit anything that would be rejected in a nutshell because I am proposing it after I have originally gone to each village to talk to them, heard many opinions such as the clerk who hired them as administrators of the office and the bookstore owner, and after a review meeting by members of the Mobile Library Plan... Cordelia also knows that there won't actually be any holes in the plan at all, so it is a reality that I am going to be there every time until I get an answer.

By the way, Vernault chairs the review meeting.

It seemed that Vernault was going to have Cordelia do it, but Cordelia pushed through that it would be easier to stand around having Vernault do it because it was Vernault who made the call. Not all donors participate in the review meeting, in the form of some enthusiastic participants, but some of them look like Maruise and Gannel, who are close to Vernault, and then... Hazel, who can also be considered the natural enemy of Vernault.

Hazel has also made some serious and solid remarks at the most deliberative meetings. However, to the extent that Vernault escapes instantly when it is finished, the phase looks as positive as ever.

"Well, that's roughly fine. I'm going to need more book fixes than I thought, or I'm going to find a bad way to pave... Oh, my God, well, I'm going to clean it up with a little accident"

"Right."

"Dilly, by the way. I want to ask you one thing... what's in the middle of that table?

It is the transparent bottle that is kept with the flowers in the center of the table that Vernault threw his gaze at while it was good. The bottle contains a small cube wrapped in paper.

"Do you want to have it?

"Confectionery? Is it good?"

"I like it."

Cordelia asked Emina to take a bottle while she was doing so, and stood up herself and approached Vernault. Then open the lid in front of Vernault and give the contents.

"Here's one."

"You're twirling on a lot of thin paper. It's stuck together a lot... and it's hard to get rid of."

Cordelia laughed loosely when she saw Vernault looking calmly at what she had taken.

"No, you don't have to peel it off. Because it melts."

"What?"

"That paper, it melts. You can eat it."

Yet Cordelia also pinched one confection and threw it straight into her mouth. Vernor looked at Cordelia with a slight eye.

Cordelia also knows why Vernault looks like that. In short, it would be something like "you're out of your mind". No wonder they say it's not a goat. I can't believe this edible paper is oblate, because Vernor doesn't have the ingredients to judge it.

Though he thought his demeanor would be worse, Cordelia gently chewed the jelly wrapped in oblate, pointing to it, and swallowed it again in his mouth.

"Right? Paper, it was melted, wasn't it?

"... no harm?

"Yes, I won't go into the details, but I'm also tasting your father."

"... you thought about making something odd again," Vernor said in Cordelia's answer, throwing the jelly confectionery in his mouth that he had in his hand.

"Sweeter sweets than I thought, but this paper... that's kind of funny how it melts. If they're wrapped around paper, they don't have to worry about snagging each other, and it seems convenient to pick them when you're reading a book."

Probably because it's novel, Vernault seemed to like Oblate more than the confectionery itself. It doesn't taste good, but if it interests you, I'm happy with it.

"But... I know it's a lot funnier, but did you wake up baking muffins and making sweets? I guess you made this for confectionery too, huh?

"Sure, thanks to this oblate, we're able to reveal that treat, but I hope you can use it in the medical field any day."

"This is it, Oblate?

Unlike what you know, yes what Vernor feels is also passed on to Cordelia. When it's like a pancake and a piece of perky paper, there's no wonder it doesn't look the same.

"We're still in the process of developing it, though. I was wondering if I could be a little thinner."

"... hey dilly, I have one suggestion"

"Oh, what is it?

I've never been pinched in the mouth by Vernor when it comes to Cordelia's experiments.

What are you going to say with a serious face?

I think so. Vernor threw the proposal at Cordelia.

"Why don't you put this out for a review?

"Is this a review meeting?

"Oh. I know you do, but it's a royally sponsored academic festival."

I have also heard of Cordelia in itself, and I recognize that each exhibition brings a newly developed product and presents it. There are no restrictions in the field of the products to be submitted, but the criteria for screening until the exhibition are quite strict, just because they are hosted by the Royal Family. However, if a certain level is met, the research aid will also be provided, and most importantly, it will be advertised as a "Royally Recognized Product" at the time of sale.

However, it is only a subsidy based on the assumption that it will be in the public interest, so to some extent it will also be subject to interference with distribution and price ranges.

"You're gonna use Dili's essential oils on your own, aren't you? So I don't think it's possible to get it out, but if this is what you're originally going to spread in the medical field... isn't that a bad story?

"Right. We want you to use it extensively."

Vernor went on to say even more when Cordelia heard the answer.

"It is necessary to show manufacturing courses in order to be placed at a quality review meeting, but they will not be made public, and royalties will be paid if they are ever used. What do you say?"

"... you seem to be a merchant today, Master Vernor."

"Don't tease me."

"It doesn't matter. But it's not something I can judge by myself. I need to talk to your father."

Vernault sighed a long time at Cordelia shrugging her shoulders that there was no way she could go out on her own with one of her own.

(... I wonder why it's a sigh there)

While I don't think I'm convinced, but I honestly don't think Vernault will answer when I ask. Cordelia returned to her seat while putting the lid on the bottle.

Oblate's message in the first place is cordelia, but the development itself is left to Ronnie. I don't see how Ronnie, who enjoys making it, is thinking about the aftermath of finishing it at the moment, but he should ask what his intentions are.

"Dillie, there's one good thing I'd like to do if I put it to a review, you know?

"What is it?

"Depending on the outcome of the Quality Review, you will be granted an entry permit for the Grand Bookshelf"

"Huh?"

The Great Bookshelf is a huge, royally-owned library I've only heard of in the story.

Even academic books will be available in abundance...... I can't help but be interested. The Pameladia family library is also splendid, but it would be of a different size if it were to be royal. There was no reason not to be intrigued by a new treasure trove of knowledge from Cordelia, who still wanted knowledge.

"Of course the listing doesn't lead to an instant permit. He didn't have a permit last year. But you can get a permit for this, right?

"Is that right...?

If so, I would like to look into the quality review meeting in detail and ask Elvis for permission if it does not seem to be a problem. Cordelia thought so, but there was one thing that bothered me.

"That face of Master Vernault......, it just looks like he's up to something"

Vernault, who had a truly serious look until earlier, had raised the edge of his mouth with Niyanya.

"No, what?

"You don't look like you're telling the truth."

Vernor says it all the time, but Cordelia thinks it's definitely not serious. No matter how much Vernau looks like this from time to time.

In case that's the case, you wouldn't have a problem saying you're too bad looking. Instead, if he had this face from day to day, he would not have been mistaken for a prince even in the village of Oul.

Cordelia, who thought so, was about to have a memorable laugh with rudeness, and halfway through she coughed and deceived. Blur, blur.

"... what is that now?"

"No, don't worry"

"Fair enough. But in that case, Dili's gonna start showing her face in the castle for a little while, right?

In Vernor's inquiry, Cordelia solidified for a moment.

Indeed, the Great Bookshelf exists at the corner of the castle. That means we have to head to the castle ourselves.

……

For a moment, I feel hesitant. But soon the thought was dispelled.

(... even if you get a permit, the average person is going in and out, and you never run into a royal family, right?)

Of course it would be a permit after checking his identity, but nowhere is it necessary to easily bring others closer to the royal family. It would be reasonable to assume that there would be no difference from the standpoint of protection or if it were normal.

So Cordelia answered Vernault with a grin.

"It won't start without your father's permission."

"So is that. I'm looking forward to it. By the way, could you give me every bottle?

"Oh, to take home?

"Oh. That's how easy it is to eat when you take it home."

Cordelia gave "go ahead" to Vernault demanding a change.

As always, there is no sweetness in the Frantheim family.

"Sweet things are important for learning."

"Oh. Speaking of which, is it time for Dili not to bake sweets either? Jill's looking forward to it."

"Do the right thing again. Didn't I send it to you last month?"

Cordelia vaguely returned "Also, sooner or later," thinking that this was absolutely just Vernaulting the confectionery. But I couldn't help but wonder what the hell you were up to because Vernault was listening to that reply with a much more enjoyable look on your face.

(... Well, I can't help but care now. It's Master Vernault)

Cordelia, who thought so, dreamed of entering the Grand Bookshelf and put in a small "OK" mood.

It's all after I get permission.