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

If the reward at a royally hosted review is support and permit, there may be an award ceremony... then it's not like Cordelia's head didn't have it at all.

(But I guess I didn't think His Highness would be involved there......!

I hadn't even confirmed my decision not to get involved in those events unless I was an adult... and so on, but I accidentally thought of it that way.

Instead of getting involved, maybe it's more of an event just enough to gain experience. It was far-fetched.

(But just because I knew... I didn't sell it, maybe that doesn't mean... because there shouldn't be any other early opportunity to get an admission permit to the Grand Bookshelf, right? If you just want to receive it, it should be over soon...)

So this is something I can't help but think about the hypothesis with "if," … yes I told myself, Cordelia tried to calm my mind.

But I recall that there were other words that bothered me when I was doing so.

"... Dear Vernault, did you just say 'Let's go'?

"Oh. You'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

"Wait a minute, I can't believe you came up as soon as you were informed of that... there wouldn't be any such steps, would there?

Whatever it takes is too steep.

I still don't want to see the prince, and although it includes resistance to wanting to be ready even if the opportunity to see him is inevitable, the remarks should be utterly neat. Such an unscrupulous schedule, etc., can't be planned.

Then Vernault obviously looked disgusted.

"You won't have to notice"

"No, you'll notice."

I was upset and about to get flushed, but it's weirder not to notice.

If he looked at Vernault as if he were a little hesitant, Vernault sighed like a pain in the ass.

"As Dillie imagined, it's not as good as a formal award ceremony at a later date...... but His Majesty also has words to celebrate. But that's usually after the exhibition, so I'm just going to give you the big bookshelf permits first. You've never been over there to let me in early, have you?

"I appreciate that... are you supposed to give it to me on the day of the announcement?

"No, Your Highness tells me you don't mind whenever you want, so I just thought I'd take you today. You'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

Again, this lack of clapping is caused by Vernault......! With that in mind, Cordelia weakened.

"Has His Royal Highness already noted that I am going to come up today?

"Oh, I'm saying it for once. But they told me not to force it. There are plans that it will be too sudden."

Apparently, the Prince also knows enough about Vernault's fortitude. Only, Cordelia was a little troubled while only slightly increasing her fondness for the prince. I don't mind later, but I don't mind today... to the person who says so, well, for what reason should I let the day change? I just said it's not convenient today, and I see Vernault asking in depth.

As I dropped my gaze thinking that, Cordelia found a brilliant way to go.

"Dear Vernault, it's still hard to get to the castle right away. Because I'm dressed like this right now."

Dressing now is not like never being able to go out.

However, it is more an atmospheric outfit of wealthy city daughters than noble ladies.

I chose an unobstructed outfit to visit the office, but this would not be worthy of climbing the castle. Even if you don't make it today, you may just have to postpone it if you're going to get a permit, but it should be better than climbing the castle in a state of agitation.

But Vernault tilted his neck.

"It wouldn't be any different, would it?

"It's not at home, so it's hard to stay the same."

"I don't think Your Highness is the kind of person who makes noise about a woman's outfit... but if you say so much, well, it's not bad to change it another day."

Whatever Vernor's subjectivity was, it was helpful if you understood.

"Another day, you can have a tea party. Your Highness says so."

"I'm sorry, Master Vernault. I just need some time to get dressed at home... just give me a minute and I'll be fine."

All I could think of was a moment of help.

If a tea party is going to be such a hassle, how much easier it would be to go today. I told him I couldn't do it right away, but I haven't told him I can't do it today. Then it won't be a problem.

"You don't have to, do you?

"No, because you can have it. If, of course, your Highness seems inconvenient, we will do so at a later date."

"Okay. If that's true, there's no reason to say no."

I can't help but think you were hitting the reward of a grinning smile with a bad feeling after all. By the time the road to the Great Bookshelf stood a hell of a wall.

But today is one thing that bothers me.

"... Dear Vernor. Me, the listing of the work took the form of a collaboration with Ronnie, but should Ronnie join us?"

"Oh, I'm here with that intention for once... is that inconvenient?

"Ronnie seems a little sick. If it seems possible, is it something that just me wouldn't mind? If so, I will revisit it it at a later date…"

Ronnie is just a lack of sleep, but he has a strong desire to slow him down if possible. Cordelia, the situation of getting out in front of the prince alone is not preferable, but Ronnie is very anxious to be polite in the first place. I don't think even Ronnie wants to go, and if it doesn't benefit anyone, it might be easier to be alone here. What Ronnie wanted wasn't nervous, it was paid.

Vernault had his hand on his chin for a while, but right, he nodded lightly.

"The subject was Dillie, and you just give her a permit, so you don't have a problem. I will contact you after asking for more information. I'll show you to the East Gate."

"East Gate, right? Okay."

If that's what you decide, you have to hurry home.

I'm sorry for Ronnie sleeping like she feels comfortable, but once she wakes up, let her sleep again when she gets home. I'm sure his own bed will make him feel better asleep, too, than the chair here.

Well, Cordelia thought about telling her father, too, as she dropped off Vernault, who seems to be headed to the castle. As I wake Ronnie up and go home, I acknowledge a letter addressed to Elvis in the castle. First, that I received a report on the results of the evaluation meeting, and then that I was headed to the castle today. The letters I write in the swinging carriage still shake, but at this point I guess I have no choice.

(Better let you know before I follow you to the castle, right?)

I have permission to list, so I won't have a problem climbing the castle to get a permit.

But the castle is also where Elvis usually works. Somehow, I could feel free not to say no.

(As much as I'd like to ask your father to come back with a permit if he can say anything of his own accord)

Cordelia sighed small as she folded the note. But if we get over this, we will also be able to visit the Grand Bookshelf...... Cordelia, who so reckoned, broke up with Ronnie as soon as she returned to her home and headed straight to her room.

"If you mean in front of Your Highness, I'd like to dress you up in such a way that you'll soon forget, but I might even touch the eyes of others on the road... and we'll have to avoid anything that might call into question your taste"

But if I do, I'll have to choose between nature and what I like.

The only dress I have in the first place is the one of my choice. So there's nothing special about it.

……

I'm supposed to wear the dress I like, but my heart is heavy somehow makes me feel sorry for the dress.

But in the end, you stand before the prince in any outfit. Even a plain outfit won't catch your gaze for once. With that in mind, it may not be a bad idea to support yourself in a temperamental outfit to get through the occasion......

Cordelia took one dress while telling herself that she would just get a permit and a permit.

"If you're in the mood, there's nothing more to it."

It is a Silk Flora dress previously received from Count Olcott.

Cordelia wore this dress like it was sunny, during a meal to celebrate her family's birthday and during tea parties and other attendances that required a little temper. But the only problem with the dress I really like is that it's going to be hard to wear due to size issues.

I want my height to stay until your brother's wedding.

I can imagine Elvis, Cyrus, and then watching Ishma would stretch me out to some extent, too. But I don't mind if you stop. Especially since it's such a shame you won't be able to wear this Flora Silk dress. It's a young woman's design rather than a child, so if only I could clear my back length, I could still wear it......

"But because of you... I think I'll cheer you up from this dress today"

Cordelia, who decided to dress, called Emina and asked her to help her change.

And he spoke lightly of what had been accomplished, and told him that he was going to the castle. When I finished dressing, I asked her to re-tie my hair, but Emina, who looked a little distressed, made a suggestion to Cordelia.

"Ma'am, would you like to try the up one time today?

"Up?

"Yes, the usual hairstyle looks great, but if you're going to climb the castle, I think it would be nice to have a bit of an adult atmosphere."

"Adult atmosphere......?

Cordelia also knows that it is never said to be childish now. It was just a few words of surprise to Cordelia, who had never been aware of the adult atmosphere.

"I'm sure you'll look great."

"Well... let me ask you a favor"

I was just a little lost, but Cordelia responded to Emina's recommendation. I haven't heard from him about the rendezvous time yet, but even if it didn't suit him, he'll have about the time to reconnect. Feeling restless may also be confusing if you see how they tie you up. Cordelia likes to see her hair cut and tied. But unfortunately, my thoughts are off now, and I never calmed down while I had them cleaned up.

I just accidentally blinked my eyes at my finished hair.

"You look great."

"... Oh, thank you"

Cordelia herself couldn't tell if this hairstyle would look good because the feeling of not getting used to it comes first. But I felt like I fit this dress very well. As Emina expected, it also seemed to have a slightly grown up vibe, somewhere slightly joyful and swollen.

"Because of this, shall I give you a little red?"

"Emina is really amazing. Thanks."

"No, because I enjoy it too"

And as she felt embarrassed and disilluminated, Cordelia glanced into the mirror again… realizing that she was reflected dressed up with a whole body and spirit rather than "more than usual".

(... I might not have been quite calm)

This may be a little too temperamental.

I did try to get the mood in, but I shouldn't have intended to push you all the way out here. Doesn't this make you feel like you've stretched your back in for the prince to see -?

(It doesn't change the fact that I'm glad you tied it, but maybe I went a little too far)

It's something that you said would look good on Emina because of, and I'm not going to ask you to untie me. Instead, there will be things to ask for again. Cordelia looked firmly in the mirror again, though, while she thought she should try calmly for some happenings after that.

(Fine. Peace... nothing, I'll be back)

Yes, when Cordelia told herself, I heard knocking on the door.

Emina turns to you with the sound, and the voice that interacts there also reaches Cordelia's ear.

"From a messenger from Lady Vernault, give this to the lady,"

"Okay, I'll give it to you"

Cordelia waited very much for Emina to come back, wondering if it was Hans who came. Have you decided on the time yet... while I thought so, I opened the letter that Emina gave me back.

The letter stated that the time had been set and that it would be just enough time if we took lunch and headed there.

Cordelia was slightly surprised.

(Did you really have plans for His Highness at this hour?

No way Vernault forced me to open it... I want to believe there's no such thing as this, but it's also troublesome for Cordelia to be seen behaving too selfishly. If you mean you were forced to screw me at a good time this afternoon, that's something you don't want.

"... lady?

"I'm sorry, I've never been to the castle in a different way, so I seem a little nervous. Master Vernault has asked me to meet you after noon."

Because of the decoration, he may have found the reaction odd even though he said he had had time to climb the castle. Cordelia thought a little as she replied to Emina's strange voice. In any case, Cordelia does not have the authority to change the specified time. But there's more time than I thought.

"Emina, I'd like to have something light for lunch."

"Yes, I did, I'll tell him. Plenty at night,"

"Yeah, please."

I'm not really in the mood for a meal either, but as a woman I want to manage to avoid my belly ringing in public. So much so that it seems so, it seems to be calming down now.

"We'll celebrate when it's all over."

I'm supposed to climb the castle without winning or losing, but I feel like savoring the wine of victory. Unfortunately, I'm not sure I can beat alcohol yet, so it goes juice, but I want it back to what I was planning on eating at noon.

Lunch was prepared while I was thinking about that, and Cordelia, who ate something lightly mixed with yogurt and fruit, was just ready to leave.

And when I was about to ask Emina to accompany me to the castle, Hans, who looked a little rushed, showed up in my sight. Is something wrong? When Cordelia ran her gaze with that in mind, she saw Elvis, who would never return there at this hour inherently.