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

Cordelia, who saw Elvis, hurried forward to the side, as did Hans.

"Welcome back, Father"

"Oh."

But even though I got home, it looked like a carriage was waiting outside. Apparently Elvis' return home is temporary and he returns to the castle again. But Cordelia couldn't bother to think of a reason for Elvis to go home temporarily. It's hard to imagine Elvis forgetting things, and in the unlikely event of such a thing, we'll just have to use them. Surrogacy can be difficult, but then I don't even think that's what Elvis would forget.

But after just one word of reply, words from Elvis don't go on.

But I can see that the letter has already been delivered to Elvis around Cordelia, who has obviously refrained from going out and said nothing. Nevertheless, the letter is a letter. Again, you should report directly on the award, but before you do, I want to ask you something.

"This hair...... does it look good on you?

……

Oddly enough, as I expected, the reply was not returned immediately.

I'm not doubting Emina's arm. As the daughter of the Pamela family, Cordelia wanted to get a candid opinion from Elvis.

But as I asked, I'm nervous.

Words that took Cordelia a little while to wait for a breathtaking response were not either of the two choices Cordelia had imagined.

"... isn't it cold?

"Huh? Yes, it's not cold..."

This is not the first time I've made the dress itself look like Elvis. So there is probably no doubt that it would be an inquiry into the hairstyle. Sure, there is a lot of area that touches the air because the hair that usually covers it from neck to back is tied up. But the season is the season, so I don't have the feeling that it's cold.

(Does it look so cold?

That's right. Leaning Cordelia approximated, Elvis told Hans something with just his gaze. "I'll tell Emina to bring you the shawl right away," Hans said, smiling at Cordelia.

(Really, it's not cold...)

Apparently, it looked so cold.

It just doesn't seem to be "make it discreet because it doesn't look good on you".

I'm a little sorry to hear from Elvis, but this haircut doesn't seem to be a rejection either.

"... not bad,"

"- Thank you!

Compliments were given to Cordelia, who was watching how things were going, by Elvis on the top of the Buddha, who had always increased. There were no more words, but it was enough to think from Elvis.

"Are we going to the castle now?

"Yes, Master Vernault will welcome you at the East Gate."

"Then let's get you there"

"Huh!? Oh, thank you"

Cordelia was surprised that she hadn't thought about it, such as temporarily returning home to send herself. Even if I can't get to the inside of the castle, I was going to ask Emina to accompany me to the gate, but if Elvis is always on his way to the castle with me, I can't be comfortable.

"It would be very comforting if I could be with your father."

As much as I'd like to ask you to join me until before the prince, if possible, but that won't come true. The notification itself is coming to Cordelia, so I don't think they're asking me to accompany the guardian. Elvis says he can only accompany Vernor now.

(I'm just trying to be selfish, but if you can't do it here, it might look like your father's forced to intervene)

I had to give up immediately that would only be negative for Cordelia and Elvis.

"... you look like you have feelings"

"Huh?"

"You just have to be grand enough to head to the castle"

Cordelia followed Elvis, who turned his back and walked out.

Thank you for worrying, Elvis would be uncomfortable if he spoke, for example. So I gave it a long time, but in my heart I deeply appreciated it. And I decided to bake the sweets and return them at a later date.

To distract him in the carriage, he talked about Garrett and the crepe shop, while also discussing with Elvis why the story had been passed on to the King's Capital. At the same time Cordelia informed about the policy of conducting light questionnaires and was granted permission. Sometimes Elvis probably told me that it was a rare dish, but he also told me that the interior and condiments were more appreciated.

"The dining room in Lower Town isn't bad either. but maybe the unusual atmosphere was also meant to be a topic of discussion"

Cordelia imagined herself eating B-grade gastronomy in a lively dining room in Lower Town, unusual for the words. The position may be the opposite, but if you can taste a different atmosphere than usual...... I'm sure that makes you feel special.

"... so that you never go on your own"

So much so that Elvis had to say, Cordelia was apparently showing interest.

Cordelia replied with a smile, wondering if she could have done so a little. Elvis says I should tell you in advance.

Looking forward to it. If possible, Cordelia, who wanted to go with Elvis... etc., was immediately drawn back to reality though.

Because when I glanced outside the carriage, the white wall was already looming.

When we reached the East Gate, there was already Vernault there.

Vernor looked at Elvis and opened his eyes, but immediately changed his expression and looked like he was about to say hello to Elvis, but Elvis just walked away.

Vernault followed it with his eyes for a while, but eventually called out, "Let's go". Then Cordelia's tension rose again in response.

And after walking for a while, Vernault leaked pompously.

"... Count, you were angry, weren't you?

"Your father, sir? Why not?"

"You were afraid of your face."

"Exactly. That's rude. Your father's just a little understated."

Sure, Elvis might have looked that way from Vernault, who has the frantic Marquis Frantheim in his father, but what a statement towards a man's father.

To such a cordelian protest, Vernault had caught his cheek saying, "No, you obviously didn't have an understated look," but Elvis didn't see it from Cordelia when he was so different from Vernault that he didn't have to judge.

"Well, I've been an iron wall guard..."

"What kind of story is that?

"Well, that would be if I had the chance. More than that... the fact that you need to get yourself together was true. It's definitely a different vibe."

Seriously seen by Vernault, Cordelia turned away just a little.

I didn't think it was a big deal to get out in front of my childhood friends dressed differently than usual, but I'm a little embarrassed to be pointed out again.

"The truth is... did Master Vernault think I lied?

"No, bad. To be honest, I thought you were saying the right thing."

"I won't say anything appropriate to get a permit."

Cordelia turned that way as if she were obstinate. I had a little childish consciousness, but it would be just the right excuse to hide my embarrassment.

But turning away from Vernault, a beautiful garden enters my eyes.

"Do you care?

"A little."

"You just have to look at the greenhouse here as well as the garden and go home. As far as greenhouses are concerned, they were originally designed by the Count, and if you tell His Highness, he'll give you permission."

But Cordelia couldn't snort at it.

"I'm curious, but I think it's thick, so I'll ask you again for a fold where you have the opportunity. Even if your father designed it, it didn't mean I was involved."

It is the most desirable action for Cordelia, because the act of imposing on the Prince would associate "Cordelia", a selfish courtier.

You want to get out of front of the prince as soon as possible in the first place, but you must not make such a wish or anything else.

"You don't have to hesitate. You want me to apologize for earlier?

"Never mind. If you want to apologize, have some good tea leaves."

Vernor shrugged his shoulders at Cordelia's words.

And the conversation was taken, and I kept quietly going down the hallway.

Eventually Vernault stops.

"His Royal Highness is in the room ahead. You ready to go?

"... anytime, it's okay"

Entering, greeting, receiving… brings that image to mind, but there is no question about the method itself.

In contrast to Cordelia, who looked straight ahead, Vernault looked very light.

"I'm paying people, well, I really should take it easy"

"... you should have eyes"

"Why not?"

"You can also think of me saying unscrupulous or blowing strange stories around. Anyway, if you're close to His Highness, I was wondering if I had too many problems."

"If that's what Dili says, I'm not worried. Yeah, even though I'm paying for it, I can be a witness."

……

I'm just wondering if I can be relieved to have Vernault or not.

In the first place, when I first met Vernault, I wanted to get information from him to evade the prince, but I actually feel that Vernault is the reason I'm going to be face-to-face with the prince.

(... I don't know, but it's a long way off schedule)

I don't have to wonder how this happened, but still nothing deadly has happened. If you get the award, there won't be anything like seeing a prince for a while.

Yes, Cordelia thought, she was quickly reaching in front of the door.

There were two guards in front of the door, and Vernault greeted them in a light condition before telling them that they were entering the room, but the guard gave them a slightly troubled look.

Is there a problem? Yes, before Vernault spoke, I heard a powerful voice through the door.

So you said -!

Then at least -... come on!

Only Cordelia could tell that it was the voice of a young man.

Cordelia looked at Vernault.

"You look a little busy."

"... Clay's guy, what are you rambling again"

Apparently, the Lord of this voice knows Vernor.

But I do hesitate to let visitors through with this noise.

But Vernault lightly puts his hands on the door, "Well, is it the usual thing?"

"Dear Vernault, you should see how things are..."

"It won't be over soon if it looks like this anyway. Your Highness will be here, too. Here we go."

As soon as he was caught in the arm, Cordelia was pulled at Vernault's pace.

I'd like to protest a situation that would already deviate from brain rehearsal, but I can't even shout out if I'm already in front of the prince - no, I couldn't even afford 'remember later' or something like that because I was too surprised before then.

And even more unlucky, Vernault's stride, which moved, was wider than Cordelia imagined. A slightly higher heel that goes with the dress doesn't suddenly handle it, and it's out of balance. But Vernault opens the door without worrying.

"Wait a minute...... Yikes!?"

Cordelia lifted up in a voice she didn't even know, and clinging forward.