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

On his way home, Cordelia bought a souvenir from a confectionery store.

I bought it to thank Emina for the dress up today, but I also bought Ronnie and Lara's share because it seemed so tasty. Of course I have my share.

Cordelia headed straight to the greenhouse when she got home, as Ronnie also had to be given a permit.

Lara and Ronnie were enjoying their tea time in the greenhouse.

"Ah, lady, welcome home! That dress is so beautiful, so lovely!

"Oh, welcome back, lady"

"I'm home, Lara. Then Ronnie. Were you having a tea party?

"Yeah, what about the lady?

Standing up with that said, Lara pulled the chair where Cordelia was always sitting.

But Cordelia shook her neck to the side, smiling bitterly.

"I appreciate the offer, but I just came to give you this. A souvenir."

"Yay!

"Yay!

Lara and Ronnie raised their voices of joy almost simultaneously.

This brother's, this place really looks just like it.

Lara, who received a confectionery wrap from Cordelia, was sluggish in the front of Cordelia as it was.

"But it's really nice. The dress, too, but the hair is beautiful. I want to be able to tie your daughter's hair nicely, too. I like the usual ladies, but sometimes it's nice to change them."

Perhaps Emina will tell me, adding that Lara turns behind Cordelia and looks at her hair even more closely.

On the other hand, however, Ronnie, not of great interest, was opening it quickly when he took the sweet wrap from Lara.

"If you're so interested in your hair, why don't you stretch Lara, too? And then you can practice for yourself, right?

"Ronnie, don't you know? It's totally different to tie one's own knot to another."

"... I don't know. I mean, you'd be scared if I ever tied myself. Ah, don't laugh at the lady anymore."

"I'm sorry, it's so funny"

Cordelia coughed one out of her head or disappeared Ronnie, who tied her hair that she had imagined for a moment.

"Than that, yes. This is your permit to the Great Bookshelf."

"Oh, this is it, isn't it"

Ronnie, who had received a permit from Cordelia, looked at it with courtesy, which he had brought to the universe or in front of him.

"Be careful what you lose."

"Haha, I know exactly what you mean -"

"Yes. For once, this is what the prince was saying, because it stays the same"

"... when I bear in mind. If you think about it again, it's hard."

Needless to say, I won't lose it, but it was really easier to understand how Ronnie looked with a permit than earlier. If I took it back to my room like this, it would be an instant keyed drawer.

"I've also asked you how to get into the Great Bookshelf, so let's go together for once. How about tomorrow?

"Tomorrow? Yeah, I have no problem with that."

"And I only stopped by the office halfway today, so I'm going that way. Let's stop by after we go to the Grand Bookshelf."

"Copy that. I'll make plans."

All right, now Ronnie will take the book that didn't arrive today.

And tomorrow we'll think of outfits that seem convenient to look for books... etc., and if Cordelia thought, Lara sighed.

"I want to go out with the lady too, but it's just so sloppy with Ronnie. I, too, would have helped if I had studied more. Then maybe you got it."

"You don't have to be in a hurry because all you have to do is make something out of Lara."

"You think it's that easy to find something?

It is best to say that Lara looks grumpy and is not so easy to get.

Still, when Ronnie says, "I'll help you if you find me," I guess it's because of his prowess that I feel the difficulty drops dramatically.

"Think about what I think would be useful if Lara were here."

"Ugh! Think of something that would surprise Ronnie, because it would surprise her! Promise!"

"Yes, sir. By the way, are you done with the assignments you put out yesterday?

"... until the day after tomorrow."

"Then it's up to you to end it."

Ronnie shrugged her shoulders at Lara for letting her gaze slip away.

Earlier the prestige seemed to lie - and when Cordelia thought, Lara suddenly stood up.

"You're already done with my work today, aren't you? I'm going to the library for a second!

And hastily followed the greenhouse.

Probably finishing the assignment from Ronnie and trying to figure something out. From the way I enjoyed tea earlier, it has turned around.

"You're not very good at being in the mood. How's the teacher doing on the board?

"Haha. But I, I'm a little sorry.... I hope I don't come up with anything outrageous"

"Oh, I'm so excited about that."

Ronnie dropped her shoulder as she laughed at Ronnie's words that could not be serious or a joke.

"Think of it as other HR."

"You don't think Ronnie or Lara is someone else, do you?

"I am.... So, how was it? How do you feel about visiting a castle that you didn't want to go to?"

Is it the bump I was making fun of?

Cordelia accidentally hardened her smile to unexpected questions.

"... well, I guess it's okay because I got this. The Great Bookshelf was a good place, the Great Bookshelf."

So from now on, there's no problem limited to the Great Bookshelf - it should be.

Clive also said Sylvester would not come to the Great Bookshelf. Safe.

"What a subtle word. Yeah, but your Highness has some Eames sons, and you don't care for your daughter."

"Huh? Why?

"Huh? Why, isn't it rumored that Marquis Eames and our husband are very close? You're not?

"Oh, really?

In her first ear, Cordelia turned her eyes round.

But Ronnie tilted her neck at the reaction.

"At least it was famous in the college. He said the Count was the only one who could make that calm, sedentary Marquis absurd his voice."

"... your son seemed quite well."

"Well, I've never seen the Marquis directly either, and it's just a rumor. In the first place, I don't feel like your husband is a very close friend."

Ronnie, who says so, should have had few friends as a student, but I guess it was a fairly famous rumor that even that Ronnie had heard of him.

But there's one thing more bothering me than that.

"On a mild note, but don't tell your father, okay? The Last Thing"

"I know, I mean, I can't say. Scary, scary."

You don't have many friends, do you? What an absolute blizzard happens.

As far as Ronnie with the blue face is concerned, I don't think he'll ever smooth his mouth, but even Elvis has a friend named Sieg, his sister-in-law Nilpama, and the Marquis Frantheim. Most of the others are acquaintances and you may not be able to call them friends... but for once, I'm sure you think Elvis is a friend too about the Marquis of Frantheim. Probably.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you have a lot of friends or not, I think my husband's a good guy."

"If that's what you're thinking, I'd be happy to be your daughter. Well, I'll be back in my room before I get my dress dirty, too. And Ronnie... if you clean up the tea party, that's enough for today. If you're free, explain Lara's challenges."

"Thank you"

That's how Ronnie and I broke up. As we tried to get back to our room, Cordelia met Emina face-to-face at the entrance. Rather than waiting for Cordelia, Emina looked like she was just about to go get it.

"Welcome home, lady. Lady Ishma is back, but she's calling for a lady."

"Your brother? Thanks, I'll be right there."

Sure, it was Ishma's scheduled return home today, but it's a long way early for that.

While I thought it was unusual, Cordelia handed Emina a souvenir and went straight to Ishma's room.

Then he knocked on the door to his room, and Cordelia, with permission, entered the room.

"Thank you for waiting, brother"

"Sorry, I was just returning"

"That's your brother too, isn't it? Good luck with your work."

To Cordelia's words, Ishma narrowed her eyes and laughed.

"Thanks. Still, you look lovely again today. She's cute."

"Thank you"

"You're in the mood for the castle."

"Oh, did you know?

I only meant to tell Elvis, did I tell Ishma from Elvis? But I don't think Elvis would have bothered to tell Ishma just to climb the castle, and he didn't have time for that?

Yes. When Cordelia tilted her neck, Ishma gave her a slightly troubled look.

"Your Royal Highness's use comes. Are you hurt?

"... No, I bumped into people a little bit, but I'm not hurt. As Your Highness knows, I think..."

"I thought you'd be okay as far as I'm concerned, too."

"Um... I hope so... so, early return...?

If that's the case, it's just an annoying thing to do to get away from that place!

A moment of impatience and reflection staggered in the cordelia, but Ishma shook her head gently.

"You don't have to worry about it. I was going to stay home today because I had originally taken a surrogate leave. I'm so glad I got to go home."

"Really?

"Oh. The work I wanted to clean up, I just had a purpose."

I don't have a problem with that... but I felt a little more like correcting my collar when I found out Cordelia had to be more cautious about what she would do if she just told me she had fallen.

No, I really don't think Ishma would go home as long as she fell if she was too busy, but it would be annoying to get that information in anyway. And I simply don't look good.

But if Ishma is being deliberately used, there's one more thing that bothers me.

"Dear brother, you know that, your father too..."

I told Clive jokingly, but it wouldn't be very nice if he was really passing it on.

Cordelia asked Ishma with that in mind, Ishma was smiling bitterly. He conveyed his general thoughts.

"You don't have to worry about it. It looks like my father was lucky enough to be in the city for an inspection, and I asked him not to tell me if I hadn't told him yet."

"I'm glad."

"If I heard Cordelia was injured, my father would be very worried. Very, very."

Ishma was able to confirm that she had the same perception with words that were told like a reminder, and Cordelia was relieved. Worried, if I told Elvis I was injured or something that you climbed the castle with me...... I would be so sorry. And I still don't look good, so I don't want you to tell me that I fell.

"So... I keep this with Cordelia. He said it was a gift of sympathy from His Highness."

"Huh? From His Highness, is...?

"Oh. They say it's baked sweets."

It's too big. That's my first thought. And when it comes to the next thought that comes to mind, I don't need it.

"Brother, I, I just really hurt for a moment, I'm not hurt..."

"But I can't give you back what Your Highness gave me. It's a treat, and Your Highness wants you to 'sneak it over', so you should be thankful."

There was no room for disputing what Ishma said.

(Well, I can't return a gift from the prince... can I?)

I understand it with my head. But I still don't want it.

Still, even if I waste it here, Ishma just gets in trouble, and it ends up on hand.

Is it the same gift that makes the difference so far with the sender - I feel heavy when I think so, but there was no other way than to receive it.

"... then I will write you a thank-you note, may I ask your brother?

Though they don't think they need it, they're a gift because they cared. It would be rude to take it silently. But Ishma shook her head small at Cordelia's words.

"No, I don't think I should do that. Though it is a sympathy, it is possible that the story will spread that Your Highness has given a gift to a young lady who is not supposed to be very close. That wouldn't be good for His Highness, and Cordelia would care, would it? And it's no coincidence that I see you alone with Your Highness."

That's why they say it's sneaky, Ishma added, laughing.

The fact that gratitude is not required is a thankful story for Cordelia.

But.

"But... so, do I owe you a thank you?

I don't want to get involved, but I want to keep my courtesy as a person.

It seems to me that you have an attitude of 'get it and take it for granted' when you can't seem to give one of your thank-you notes, which also seems to overlap with the character of 'Cordelia' who took the path of ruin. That is a matter for Cordelia to avoid on an equal footing with the Prince's contact.

To Cordelia's words, Ishma put her hand on her chin.

"... I'd rather ask the Frantheim family's son for certainty, if that's what you mean. 'Cause he'd be seeing you two a lot."

……

I would avoid relying on Vernault if I could.

I still ask for a letter to Jill, so I still have this feeling, but I want to avoid making fun of more stories. Besides, this is prince-related.

But surely if it was Vernault, he wouldn't give it away avoiding the eyes.

Especially worrying is that he tells Clive that he's wary of Cordelia as a bad girl candidate for the prince, but he'll do well around it. Even Vernault shouldn't like to be called a crook.

"... right"

I would have liked to have responded otherwise if possible, but unfortunately Ishma's suggestion would be the most realistic here.

But while I figure out how to get the letter to me, I feel heavy about having to write it.

(No, just writing a thank-you note. It's not particularly like you're going to get a reply, and if you write it exactly as it should be, it's fine.)

Writing a letter is itself accustomed thanks to Jill.

Thanks to this, the letters that I was consciously preparing and writing are now also able to line up letters that I am not ashamed to put out anywhere, even in unconscious conditions.

So if you lose your mind...... without difficulty, you should be able to finish.

(… or if there were no real injuries, it would be difficult to see the chase)

Even Vernault will cooperate with the testimony around there.

Cordelia, who believed so, turned a blind eye to another problem, the confectionery at hand.

It would be delicious because the prince eats or chooses confectionery.

It's just... I'm still heavy on eating alone when I think it's a gift from Sylvester.

"... Brother, would you like to join us?

Looking up at Ishma as she peered, Ishma laughed.

"Fine. Can Cordelia please keep the tea? I'd like something to recommend."

"Yes, sir."

Glad Ishma was a sweet brother, Cordelia breathed in her heart.

Ishma tells us a lot of stories when we enjoy tea together, and this will distract us. If Ishma says no, there are Lara and Ronnie, but if we want to eat together, we have to hide the confectionery if we do it first. I definitely want to avoid it because then I would have the wings to talk from where I fell. That's why it's impossible to serve it as a tea treat when Vernault comes.

(If it's your brother who kept it, it's safe, isn't it, Safe)

But so I remembered Vernault, and I remembered Clive in the chain.

"Speaking of which, brother. I met with Mr. Eames' son, but for a long time, that... how are you?

"Oh...... because you are on His Highness's side. Did they say anything?

If I couldn't decide if it was a good thing to ask, I asked softly, and Ishma looked like she already knew it. It's just that Clive had an obvious attitude toward Cordelia, and he didn't say anything particularly disturbing - except that he was worried about his male hobby.

"No, Master Vernault and Mr. Eames... that seems very friendly...? Oh, and His Royal Highness..."

"Oh...... You're a serious kid."

Ishma was also bitterly smiling at the cloudy Cordelian words.

Apparently, that one Cordelia saw and heard, it's still routine.

"Right...... To tell you the first time, Cordelia has heard rumors that the Marquis and his father are not close?

"As much as I overheard."

Earlier on, Ishma nodded slightly in reply, not to say.

"Fine, it's a famous story, but it's not so much about the relationship between home and home... it's just about those two, so it's something you don't have to worry about so much. In fact, the Marquis is not a strong hit on me, and although your son is at a distance, I'm not saying anything."

"... your son, too"

Obviously, I don't think his treatment of himself was an attitude towards the first person he met, but I couldn't ask him if his attitude towards Ishma was different from that towards Cordelia, or if Ishma's way of receiving it was different from Cordelia's...

Ishma continued her words without looking particularly concerned.

"Yeah. I'm just not talking about bad relationships with your father, either. You know your father was wounded when he protected His Majesty, right? Although many people said it was a feat at that time, Master Eames was angry that it was a matter of endangering His Majesty in the first place."

"... is that right"

"Well, he hasn't had a good fold since before. Because, as you know, Father doesn't even have much to say. Well, it seems that more instructions have been given in words lately than before... oh, yeah"

"What's wrong?

Cordelia tilted her neck as Ishma, who was in mild shape but serious talk, suddenly changed her voice color. Could it have been at work? With that in mind, Ishma gave him the difficult look he frowned upon.

"Let me tell you before I forget. Cordelia, there are many people in the castle. Most of them are just very serious people."

"Yes."

"There's just no exceptions. If you hear from a strange person, don't hesitate to talk to me or my brother. Father...... but, well, fine."

"Yes......?

What the hell are you talking about? Yes Cordelia tilted her neck and still thought about the content for once.

There is certainly the possibility of more new acquaintances. Not only in the Great Bookshelf, but also in the aisle. People will almost be the first people to meet Cordelia. I don't think there are any suspicious people because I'm in the castle, but I still have to talk to my brothers and at the same time a case like I shouldn't talk to Elvis much...... I thought so, checked Ishma's expression again and got annoyed.

(also, could this be...)

Are you being careful not to let strange men fool you?

No, but that shouldn't be... Still, because I'm fourteen, Cordelia thought, but on second thought, age may not matter, because it's normal for an engagement to be made at an early age, like Cyrus.

But Ishma doesn't have to worry about that...... hey, it should.

I don't know if I may ever be able to speak up in the first place, but Cordelia is not a dear young lady. I think my mouth is quite masterful...

(I'm sure your brother knows that, and I don't have to tell your father in the first place, but I think it would have a huge impact if he just sneered at you with your father's name)

But I thought that far and realized something important before I could answer that.

Yeah, unlike before, if you could meet a lot of people...

"Brother, does that... mean it's okay to expect nice encounters too?

Maybe it could be a future companion too -?

Thinking so, Cordelia held her mouth down unexpectedly. I didn't even imagine such an opportunity was still ahead of me, but I didn't think so.

"... well, if Ronnie's here, he'll be fine..."

Emotions that rose for a moment were pulled back into reality by Ishma's words squealed with such sound that he was likely to inadvertently miss hearing them. No, what are you going to do to get to the Great Bookshelf?

Still, when I think I'm going to go somewhere where I'm worried about it, I also feel a little bit like I'm joining an adult.

"Well, shall we continue the conversation with some tea? Cordelia, would you do me a favor?

"Absolutely."

"Then... that dress. You want me to leave you there until Father gets back?

"No, your father already saw it. If you ask me to get ready, I'll get dressed and interrupt."

... Father, I'm here to pick you up...

From Ishma, who smiles and laughs, I thought I heard such a voice in my heart.