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

It sucks.

The status quo runs out of that word.

He also felt weird with Cordelia's raised voice, and fortunately he was unhappy to have it taken before he collapsed on the floor, but this hasn't happened if Verno hadn't pulled it off in the first place. If you think so, there will be no choice but to have resentment come first over gratitude.

And until earlier, the room, where my voice was sounding, is also quiet.

"... Lord Vernault, what the hell are you doing"

"No, I'm sorry, just give me a minute. Are you okay, Dili?"

……

If you think you're okay, I'd love to see an ophthalmologist.

How good it would have been if I had been so vicious.

Whatever it takes. While this was embarrassing, Cordelia thought about breaking the status quo. Without balance first, it won't come true to remove the support of Vernault's arms. He carefully put his legs back on with his gaze dropped to the ground and at the same time tried desperately to calm his mind. If I get in a hurry here and really fall, this time I won't have an excuse. If Vernault can still explain the situation now, it should also be possible to make some recovery.

"So, what were you doing?"

"Clay would have whispered to His Highness, wouldn't he? Dillie seemed reluctant because of it, so I was gonna come in and tell her not to worry about it. I'm reflecting once and for all that it was bad to pull."

"Loudness...!? Speaking of which, whose fault is it!

"Uh, I'll ask you later. How do you feel about that attitude in front of your Highness? And just shut the door for me."

The eyeglass boy named Clay took a long sigh, then threw his gaze towards the door. Then there was the sound of the door closing as soon as possible. Perhaps the guard shut me down. Vernault would have had to tell the guards, not Clay, too, which apparently was somewhat distracting.

But from what Vernault said and did outside the room, Clay could be expected to be Vernault acquaintances, but it's how he knows each other better than expected. If this is the case, you might be able to assume that half of this lapse in Cordelia is caused by Vernor.

The unfamiliar boots were shown at the edge of Cordelia's vision when she was somewhat relieved that it might still have been, even in undesirable circumstances.

At that moment, Cordelia unwittingly solidified.

"... are you okay? Are you hurting your leg?

It was clearly a different voice from Clay and also from Vernault.

It's just not like you don't know who that is.

The person Clay was complaining about was the prince.

Then I could understand who the Lord of this voice is and so on - even without looking at his face.

(Apart from His Highness Sylvester, it's impossible...!

Cordelia applied a somewhat unscrupulous force to her stiff body, away from Vernor's support, and broke her knee.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry for your loss. It is an honor to keep it for your invitation today, Your Highness. Cordelia Ena Pameladia, we're here now."

Such a greeting at the entrance would not be acceptable at all, but there would be no choice.

"Please raise your face. Now the accident will be bad for Vernault."

The moment she heard the soft word, Cordelia glanced at her lips. But you can't keep your face down forever. Didn't you decide to come face to face in order to get your permit in the first place?

Cordelia told herself so, slowly raising her face as she calmed her expression.

What popped into my eyes was the face of a boy with gold eyes with a gentle expression.

"Long time no see. Do you remember?

"- Yes."

I felt a little closer to the Sylvester vibe of the game than I had the impression when I saw it at the Frantheim house two years ago.

And I've noticed another thing.

(... I've seen schematics similar to this one)

I did look up at this angle when the heroine fell in the city. It was a very impressive and beautiful scene, but it feels like a nightmare to Cordelia today. I can't help but wish I had noticed.

"... Again, does it hurt?

Cordelia replied "slightly", though somewhat hesitant, to Sylvester, who had shown a blunt response.

The truth is, there's no such thing as pain.

But if I hurt my leg here, it's possible I won't have to stay long. Also, it's not like it doesn't hurt at all, so it's not a lie.

But to Cordelia's response, Sylvester looked a little rushed.

"That's not good. Vernault, get a doctor..."

"Huh!? That's fine!

"But"

It is difficult for the story to flow in the opposite direction of expectation. Cordelia made an instant decision as she was in a hurry, offering reluctance. But I can't draw convincing from Sylvester.

At that time, "Ohon," a big, over-the-top cough reached Cordelia's ear.

"Dear Sylvester, this is what she says too. Besides, Mr. Sylvester is still stuck after this."

"Clive, don't rush me like that. You'd be rude to her for visiting, wouldn't you?

"But"

"You don't have to worry because I have a good plan to reassemble. If Cordelia got hurt, you'd be more concerned."

Clive.

Cordelia, who heard the name, once remembered when she heard the name from Cyrus.

(I was definitely trying to find out Your Highness's candidacy for Queen, of the Marquis Eames...! Clay was referring to Master Clive!?)

Long hair on glasses, wrinkles between eyebrows. It makes me feel that Clive, who seems serious about being there, probably has the opposite character to Vernault.

There is no way he is welcoming Cordelia to the way he does not try to hide his dissatisfaction with the words that greet Sylvester. I may have also been responsible for the disturbance that had reached the outside - while I thought so, I also felt it was a convenient situation for me if they wanted to return it soon.

(He could be an unexpected reinforcement, I guess)

If we take the story well beyond having a common goal of Cordelia's exit, Clive will encourage us to leave.

That's what I thought. Cordelia looked straight at Sylvester.

"Your Highness, I greatly appreciate your consideration. But I'm also an immature Pameladian. You can start bothering your hands at this level, and if it really seems painful, you can visit your doctor yourself."

"But"

"Dear Sylvester, If you seem worried, I'll show you to the infirmary. So give me a permit."

(You ate me up!

It's a cash thing, but with the story starting to carry well, Cordelia also told inner Vernault, 'Thanks for the great assist!' And I thanked him in my heart.

It also made me feel badly dressed, but Vernault was supposed to be bad, and if the result is even more auray, it's fine.

But Cordelia, beside thinking about it, also remembered the strange convincing.

(This certainly doesn't make me feel like I can even admire your ladies)

If a boy with a soft waist and good consideration becomes a prince, there's nothing like making a bad impression, at least in the first meeting. It would rather make a good impression. If the atmosphere was more gentlemanly than it was in the game, and Cordelia didn't even remember to be afraid, she wouldn't have wanted to get involved. But beyond knowing it was the cause that led to the end of that cordelia, I still feel like I'm going to lose myself when I see its existence. It's already turned into a rejection.

(Even if it's ultimately "Cordelia" self-destruction, it still doesn't get involved. I'm sorry I failed.)

I don't want to die.

I don't think there's anything we can do about it if we don't get heavily involved, while some people make mistakes like Clive even in the current situation where we're at a distance. Even if it doesn't turn out to be exactly the same situation, for example, if Cordelia is misunderstood as a heroine bully's courtier, there is a fear that she will be in conflict with the Clyde Raine family, the heroine's biological home, and that her family will be annoyed.

(... you shouldn't be near His Highness Sylvester after all)

Though I'm starting to create my territory through tea parties and such, I can't stand a door in people's mouths. When strange rumors are sown, they struggle to extinguish them.

If I had lived my routine most normally, I'd hardly have to face the prince.

"... wait a minute"

Sylvester, who said so, moved straight to the desk in the back of the room. And when I take two small boxes from the tabletop, I come back in front of Cordelia again.

"This way, please"

"We'll see."

There was a small square glass-like dark blue plate in the box. It is written in white letters that the surface of the glass is allowed to enter the Great Bookshelf.

(Is this some kind of unsecured magic tool?)

Feeling somewhat strange power, Cordelia took it.

The plate has a slightly longer silver chain, which can also be lowered from the neck. It wouldn't suit the dress, but it would be conveniently made for the researchers.

"When visiting the Great Bookshelf, bring your stuff. I know it won't crack, but watch out for loss."

"Yes, I did. Thank you."

"... you've done your job. I'll send it to you."

I wonder if Clive's pointy voice, as opposed to Sylvester, pisses off many warrants...... Cordelia thinks, is a word of salvation for Cordelia.

"Thank you, Master Eames. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Clive frowned for a moment, but struck out that look before Cordelia tilted her neck.

I'll take care of it, Clive.

"Yes."

But although Sylvester saw Cordelia afterwards, he can hardly utter words.

(... can't go down)

Around not urging Clive to leave either, I guess this is the right place to wait for Sylvester to say something.

"The truth is... I wanted to talk to you a little more, unfortunately"

Cordelia desperately pressed her cheeks, which seemed to tighten, to the words uttered after a slight interval.

"Talk, is it?

"Yep. For example... how did you come up with paper to eat... I'm interested in that idea"

Probably complimented.

But the more I cut out that statement, the more I want to eat paper, the more appetite I have to hear.

However, Cordelia retained her modest grin back, even though it was a memory of her previous life.

"Also, sooner or later"

To Sylvester, who went on to say that, he thanked her with the inner thought 'I hope there is no next', and Cordelia withdrew from the room with Clive.

And a short distance from the room, Cordelia spoke to Clive walking forward.

"Dear Clive, I said you'd take me to the infirmary, but I'm still fine. The pain is almost gone."

Clive, who stopped and looked back at his legs, was very much in the face.

"It won't hurt to be told later."

"I'm sorry. You can also have a look at it at home in case you get sore later. When it comes to accidents, they are not pursued in depth."

I wondered how cautious Clive was, but I was a little cautious about the lack of an island.

(... I know you're totally trying to keep the harm away from Your Highness... but I don't even think you're willing to interact, or what do you think)

Before the person becomes a person or first impression, is he judging things by the image he has? But on the other hand, there seems to be some discipline in trying to get it to the infirmary on its own.

Still, there's no problem without going to the infirmary. Instead, I don't think I'm hurt, so I'm just wasted going.

Then you'll have to line up all the reasons you can convince me.

"For example... if you put me in my father's ear that I was injured, it could pass on to the Marquis Frantheim as well. I'm sorry to bother you, Marquis."

To the words, Clive moved his eyebrows tingly.

Most of all for Cordelia, I think I'm more concerned about getting into Elvis's ear than worrying about putting it on the Marquis of Frantheim... for one thing, he had something to think of, too.

"... but I can't get back to Master Sylvester right away either"

"If that's the case...... why don't you tell me the way to the Great Bookshelf?

Sometimes it would certainly seem unnatural if we went right back.

Then I uttered a wish that seemed just right for killing time. The only thing Cordelia understands is the journey from the East Gate to where it is now.

But Clive shows hesitation again.

(one more push, huh)

I guess there's still something in Clive that I'm not convinced of.

Still, if Clive, who looks tough, showed some stray, this should be his chance.

"Master Clive said he was taking me to the infirmary, but he didn't say he was going to bring me to the doctor."

……

"So there's no problem, is there?

"You... like Lord Vernault."

……

Assuming the person who unleashed the word wasn't Clive, Cordelia would have responded softly, but instantly. I have the consciousness that I am letting myself be free, but I want to believe that I am not as free as Vernor.

However, I've already seen that Clive and Vernault aren't the right people. So if he sees himself similarly to Vernault, even if he argues, he won't get through now.

So while I thought to Clive with a bitter look on his heart, 'I feel the same way,' Cordelia was just smiling.

"... well, fine"

"Thank you"

"Oh, let me tell you one thing. To the Great Bookshelf, Master Sylvester is seldom directed. It's mostly early mornings and late nights, even if there are."

I know you're not the one to see me... and you're warning me in the dark.

It's something I haven't heard, but that would have been useful information for Cordelia.

"Then I can concentrate on my books, too."

Apparently, you can safely pass the Great Bookshelf.

But Cordelia, who said so with relief, was slightly anxious that she might have misspoken a little. Depending on what you hear, it doesn't sound like you're saying the prince is in the way. Isn't that too rude, then?

……

Fortunately, Clive just had a surprising look on his face and didn't say anything. And as it was, I started walking again.

(Could you have taken me for a joke...?

Cordelia, looking at his pointed back, grated his chest and continued straight to Clive.