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

Cordelia, who finished her dinner, spelled out a letter to Sylvester in her room.

The notes I use are not usually like the ones I use, but Pameladian family with rugged, family crest blushes. I feel like I'm doing something I'm not used to, but I can't help it.

(... to your father for once later... No, I think that's what he was looking at)

Personally, I said, "Just write to someone you don't like, Eli!" I think they're royal. I don't think so, but it wouldn't be very nice if you meant to be rude.

I'd just like to ask Elvis if this is true too, but I still should rely on Ishma this time because I need to hide a lot.

(I can't tell you how much I didn't get a treat from His Highness)

I have trouble with Elvis misunderstanding me when I'm writing a joyful bravery letter. It's not, this is more of a thank you to not flinch until later. I'm just curious to keep my mouth shut.

"But... Your Highness also says' sneak ', and you should obey His Highness here"

Cordelia, who made her own excuse, put the pen down and headed to Ishma's room.

Ishma, who glanced at the letter, replied that there was no problem. Ishma laughed, "It's really like a work sentence, it's a letter without kids," so the letter of thanks seemed to be finished in an ideal way.

He then wrote to Vernault in his room, enclosing also the one addressed to Sylvester. The letter to Vernor stated farther away that he wanted Sylvester to give it to him and that this would make no loan for the fall, so it would be definitely in hand. I hope they don't make fun of me or anything.

And the next day.

Having finished his lunch a little early, Cordelia took a carriage with Ronnie to the Grand Bookshelf before noon.

"Speaking of which, Emina told me there was a store between the castle and the office where you could get some good cakes."

"It was early for lunch, and that's a very good idea. Then I need to use my head thoroughly first in order to make it delicious and sweet... I wonder what areas I'll read"

Cordelia thought the response was surprising.

I expected to look forward to the cake, but I wouldn't touch the type of cake, and it's unexpected to say something about the big bookshelf.

(Maybe Ronnie's looking forward to it more than she thinks. In that case, it wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt your browsing at my request)

Even though it also serves as an escort when you go out, you don't always have to refrain from being on the side in the castle, but also in a limited building called the Great Bookshelf. If there are few people like yesterday, there shouldn't be a problem getting up the ladder yourself. For that reason, even today's dresses are understated.

(Thanks to Ronnie, I was able to get a permit, and he said that this neighborhood was on an ad hoc basis.)

Hearing the carriage stop, Cordelia had a small temper.

"Come on, let's go"

To the castle I just came yesterday, I ascend again.

Until yesterday I thought this situation alone would make me want to scream, but Cordelia's mind was surprisingly calm.

(Until now, I thought I didn't know when I'd run into a prince... but I know I'd go where the prince isn't, so I guess I'm relieved)

It's not like I have nothing at all to think about.

Assuming the same thing as the Great Bookshelf is all over the city, Cordelia will not hesitate to head over there. But there is no such thing as a great bookshelf in the whole city. So there are aspects to it that I have no choice, and I know that I have different intentions, but I'm sure Clive will be trying to keep me from encountering them, so the more I climb the castle, the less fearful I am before.

"At the end of the day, I think the hostility has drawn in, but it hasn't changed to my taste... and you're on alert."

"What have you done?

"Nothing. Oh, Ronnie, that's a different direction."

This place turns, Cordelia told Ronnie the path she had just taught Clive yesterday.

I'd like to hear you say it a little sooner, but I don't really care.

Explaining how to use the permit at the entrance, Cordelia went inside the grand bookshelf with Ronnie.

"Ooh. There's a lot more to this."

"... instead, you don't look too surprised."

Though he looks impressed, he doesn't even sound particularly surprised. I thought I was looking forward to it, so I was wondering if I'd be a little more surprised...

"No way. I'm very surprised. How much does all this cost?"

…… That's what I'm interested in. "

"But whatever. Sounds like you're going to end your day in here. Oh, we're going to the mobile library office."

No, the expectations still seem high. Cordelia was relieved by how Ronnie seemed to forget that she was going to eat something sweet.

"Ronnie's new today, too, and what if I've seen a book I like?

"Is that okay?

"Yeah, it's an opportunity."

"Hmm, but, lady..."

"You don't have to worry about me. I have a book I want to see, too."

"Not.... well, okay. The young lady has no idea what's going on here."

"You know, I hear you, right?

Apparently, the subtle response earlier was not concerned with Cordelia, but with Cordelia's behavior itself.

How the hell is he perceived to be a thug?

I didn't do anything to jump into the vortex myself... I thought so, but I reckoned that I had some experience of getting into quite a bit of trouble. Though not spontaneous, Ronnie's concerns may be correct.

But still, if we don't get out of here, we won't have exactly the problem.

"I'm going down to the basement."

"Copy that. Well, I'll take a look and then I'll go underground."

We haven't dared to decide on a fine time, but given the time we have to stop by the office, we can somehow recognize each other. I'm sure it'll be a good time.

Cordelia went down the stairs and walked alone to the front of the bookshelf where she found Clove's description yesterday. Just like yesterday, in the aisle full of books, I really don't think it's a bad idea to spend a day here if you don't even have plans.

"Really, I wish I had more time"

Cordelia put her hand on the ladder whining about that.

I haven't been up the ladder since I became this body, but I've played with playthings like jungle gyms and cloud ladders in my last life. Though you don't need to worry about the dirt as much as you did yesterday, the hem of the dress is still somewhat intrusive, but I don't even think it's possible.

(All right, I got it. But you're worried about the neighbor too)

Thick books are a little heavy, so there's no way I'm going down the ladder with a bunch of them overlaid. I also feel like doing that could hurt me along the way. With that in mind Cordelia first took one book and went down the ladder, she placed the book in her hand at a desk nearby.

(All right, let's climb again)

Having regained his temper, Cordelia put her foot on the ladder again. The second time, I was not more lost in motion than earlier, and I was able to take it in my hand as it was. Come on, let's go down again.

When I thought so, I heard the trick and footsteps approaching.

"Ronnie?"

He said he was coming around, but could he have changed his policy to go around from underground? But I also feel that the footsteps are slightly mild... etc., it was Clive with a wrinkle between his eyebrows who showed up.

Clive opened his eyes the moment he saw Cordelia.

Looking at Clive like that, Cordelia thought calmly.

(... I'm in a bit of a loose mood right now, aren't I?)

Greetings from the top of the ladder, is not too nice.

Cordelia took care of the book and just stepped off the ladder.

"Good day, Master Clive."

And I greeted him as if nothing had happened.

There is also the reopened part where they can't help but see me going up the ladder. But you just have to be grand.

Aren't you more embarrassed to be seen as having done something nasty?

(Yes, I'm being invited here as a researcher. More than a lady, you should also be able to make excuses about a ladder as a single researcher on this occasion -)

No, though I still didn't want to be discovered if I could.

Yes. Clive raised his absurd voice as Cordelia contemplated the words that would make this place go through.

"What the hell are you doing!

"What's up, you're in a lot of a hurry."

"Hi there...... must be insane!?"

That's what I said and stuffed Clive had his feet on the ladder.

"What book do you want?"

"No, I've already got the book I want"

……

I appreciate the much kinder, and unexpected offer, but I'm already useless for that ladder. So whether the wrinkles between Clive's eyebrows go deeper, there's nothing I can do about this.

Cordelia laughed while I thought you were a lot of people who didn't match their behavior with their words and actions. I understand as much as buying an unhappiness if I laugh here. So just calm down...... but it's important.

"You pointed out it was dangerous. Thanks for your consideration."

"Naturally. Because I can't wait to fall and get hurt. There will be some injuries yesterday."

"I didn't get hurt yesterday."

If I smiled back that I would know, Clive gave me a frigid look back. "It's not strange when you get hurt," the face says. But only smiled and pierced silence.

And I also overheard Clive say, "It really looks a lot like Lord Vernault."

"But if you're a warrant lady, you should be careful how you behave. Surely the other one who was given a permit isn't a servant? Haven't you been here today?

"It is not as a servant that he comes to this place. And I'm not here as a courtesan either, and as a researcher, I'm more of an apprentice."

"... you're not just a man's taste, you're a lot more free to think"

Turning away, I could understand being called a freak.

But I didn't feel hostile to that voice.

"Is it an unacceptable thought?

"I didn't say it was bad"

If you receive it as the voice color suggests, it does sound like it.

Around the lack of consent on the other hand, I guess it's still not a praiseworthy action for him.

Cordelia decided to change the subject in a hurry, thinking that the ditch could deepen even after too long.

"By the way, why are you here today?

There's no way Clive, who said he had a pass, could get into this place even though he didn't need it. Then he gave a look like he had chewed up a bitter bug.

"I was just looking because I didn't see Lord Vernor and His Highness. I know you're in the usual garden, but I heard your daughter was here, so I was just wondering if..."

……

Apparently, the foreword must be withdrawn.

It is likely that Clive still thinks of himself as a dangerous person.

(Still, it doesn't look like hostility can be directed directly, and now it's really going to be all right)

There is nothing detrimental to Cordelia if you simply position yourself as a lady who doesn't want you to encounter a prince. On the contrary, in case you encounter Sylvester, there is no other reason to be thankful, because it comes with the guarantee that you can have it recovered immediately.

If it's completely harmless and recognized, it might be difficult.

(No, because the fundamental problem is that Master Vernault is taking it on his own, even if it seems harmless)

But in any case, there is only one thing I can say.

"You're going through a lot of trouble,"

……

Really good job, Cordelia added, just in her heart.

The answer to that was silence telling the whole story. It's really unfortunate.

"... you're a very talkative young lady."

Clive's attempted change of subject is very painful. I guess it's because he knows that, too, he was out of sight after he put it into words.

But I thought one end of the cause of that awkwardness was on me, and Cordelia dared decide to get on with the subject.

"I'm sorry, do you prefer to be quiet?

I jokingly said it to help Clive change the subject.

But Clive looked unexpectedly frightened by Cordelia's words.

"It won't matter to you, such as my taste. I simply thought you would talk a lot, even though your appearance resembles that of the Count or Lord Cyrus. But you don't seem as modest as Lord Ishma."

"Oh, Lord Clive, have you spoken to my father?

Half listened, but Cordelia leaned her neck on the matter. If it's not just rumors, but if Elvis is actually thought to be a cautious person after the conversation, I wonder why that was.

But Clive frowned at Cordelia's inquiry.

"Do you think the Count needs me? If there is, it's as if I've been stunned."

"Oh, I think that was just a standard face. Your father and your brother Cyrus are not very expressive."

As a cordelier, I mentioned the most likely thing, but Clive just looks at the cordelia in a frigid way. Still, Cordelia thinks for sure.

"Even at home, my father often has a difficult face."

"... you really have a rough taste in what that Count is ideal"

"It's each person, and I'm not saying it with that face. Of course, I'm worried that you're tired... but when it comes to difficult faces, isn't Master Clive the same? At that rate, even though you're young, you'll have wrinkles fixed between your brows."

Cordelia hasn't been long since she met Clive, but he's carved a wrinkle between his eighty percent square eyebrows. Whether that goes deep or not, the only time it disappears is when you look surprised.

"That's not true"

"Is that so?

"... in case I have that look, it would be your responsibility only now"

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

No, that won't be all...... etc., Clive sighed deeply when flushed gently.

"I can't afford to be as comfortable as you. Though the Marquis, three men, I need to quickly establish my clear standing..."

The words that snapped so small into his quick mouth were cut halfway.

Clive gave an undecided look to Cordelia, who tilted her little neck.

"... sorry, listen to me"

With that word, Cordelia imagined that somehow the spicy narrative against herself might have included even eight hits.

Because of his prudent character, he thought he was trying to keep the prince from getting bad bugs, but as far as what he's saying is concerned, that's not all.

(But whatever the eight wins, you should naturally think about preservation.)

Cordelia had never thought about it because she wasn't in that position, but if she was in the same position, she would seek a stable position. Different directions, but Cordelia's avoiding the prince because it's for preservation. Instead, I can say what's wrong with seeking a stable future.

Sure, if you mouth it, it'll be as bad of a decision as Clive, but more or less, I don't care what anyone thinks.

(But you should be relieved. It would be easier if you didn't blame His Royal Highness and Lady Vernault for shaking it and missed it)

It doesn't just surround you, it doesn't break the assumption that you are loyal to your duties - not only that, but you can trust a clean attitude that even shows disgust for your convenience.

But I think so. On the other hand, I'm extra concerned that there's still a constant wrinkle engraved between his brows. The cleanliness habit is fine, but isn't it a little too much degrees?

Even after understanding that life is a matter of concern to him, doesn't it get a little too stuffed with roots to breathe? And I have doubts. My shoulders look stiff. Maybe you're not very good at breathing either? No, is he someone who can breathe in the first place?

……

"What have you done?"

"Master Clive, if you'll excuse me, do you have a hobby?

"Hobbies? You won't need them"

"So what do you do with your breath?

"Why do you need to take such time"

Cordelia stuck her face in the truncating phrase.

I was going to tell him the lowest hurdle, no matter how much, but he kicked me brilliantly.

(You don't even breathe...)

To the extent that it doesn't bother people, I think the content of the hobby is free. Whether it's multi-hobby, broad and shallow, concentrating on one thing, not so inclined and easy to transfer as a hobby in the first place, or even if it's a nap, that would be enough.

But not much Clive's immediate response seemed to say that he didn't even need that kind of time in the first place. No, I'm actually saying it.

I'm busy with time, I might not have a choice if I'm busy.

It just makes his story sound like it's always like that.

"Dear Clive. Breathing is important in life."

"Why"

"If you can't have the time to work yourself out, your mind, your body will be terrified and your horizons narrowed. Master Clive has too much strength in his shoulders, so isn't he also severely stiff? It can also lead to headaches and insomnia."

Clive looked a little sloppy in Cordelia's successive inquiries.

But that's just what I can say to the prince, a temperamental young man. He immediately glanced back at Cordelia.

"So the Count has a hobby and a hobby too?

Yes, sir.

"... Um, to the Count?

"What does Master Clive think of my father?"

No, I'm heavily aware that my father's shoulder stiffness used to be terrible, but even then he should have had distractions like horseback riding and swordsmanship. No, wasn't that just the original occupational disease in a way...? I also thought for a moment that my hobby is a hobby. That's what I decided to say.

Elvis now looks less tired than he used to be in the first place, and there shouldn't be a problem.

"If you fall, Your Highness will care. If you think your hobby is also to do your job efficiently, isn't it worth a try?

Well, if the seeds of that concern are Vernor and Sylvester, then I guess we need to demand both improvement in their behavior... around it is out of jurisdiction for Cordelia.

……

"Something you want to say?

"You said you had a narrow view of me, but you know what, too? Rumor has it that you're a lady who eats the Earl's fortune."

I can imagine being a little surprised at the presentation of the abrupt topic, but not hating it. Clive wouldn't bother to imitate it.

He was trying to keep Cordelia away from Sylvester, not because she is the daughter of an unfriendly Earl family with our Lord, but because he may be afraid that bad reviews will fall on Sylvester as well.

... No, in retrospect of the conversation we had from the beginning, it is also very likely that I imagined you to be that notorious lady.

(The greenhouse thing is famous, and it wouldn't be strange if someone had the impression that I wanted something expensive from your father. Most importantly, I know that it is generally thought to be a prototype that we have at home because a similar one has been adopted by the royal family)

Cordelia shrugged her shoulders with that in mind.

"It's your first ear, but it's not a surprising rumor. It doesn't feel good, but it won't exist anywhere, such as people who don't dislike it."

If you're really giving Elvis money, it won't be a good idea. But Cordelia has already got the money to spend on her own in the deal. There's nothing backwards, and if you say something, you can argue. Conversely, if you ever negotiate with such an opponent, you will also be able to ask for caution, so it cannot be generally detrimental. A favorable position would also be retaliation against them.

"It's not worth caring about, either," he said? I think that's what people call alarm. "

"Right. But if there's really a problem...... do you think my father would shut up?

"The Count, is it? After all, you seem to be on guard."

That's how he was told he was dignified and alert, and Cordelia felt somewhat able to break it with Clive.

Sure, it's a sting word, but I still feel like the poison is fading.... but I thought something similar yesterday, so I'll keep it in the corner of my head even if it might be a mistake.

Clive, who then said, "It wasn't if we were crushing time here," left to look for the Vernaux, but time had already passed considerably. It's bad for Clive, but as it turns out, the Vernaux will have had some slack time.

I left the carriage arrangements to Ronnie, who then came looking at the fold, and Cordelia was in the meantime looking at the flowers planted just a little near the Great Bookshelf.

Carefully cared for flowers are supposed to be something I know, but I felt that the shape and color of the petal edges were a little unusual, and it was a special variety.

(I've heard from Vernault's mother that Her Majesty the Queen is improving the variety of grasshoppers... I wonder if this is a flower too)

Although interest builds, I don't have a chance to hear it in person. I don't want to come near you with great disrespect, even if I have a chance. But the next time he went to the Great Bookshelf, Cordelia reconsidered that he might also be able to find a book about it. It's a royal library, so it must exist.

But when she thought so, Cordelia looked around feeling her gaze.

I don't know where it came from. But I do feel like they call me silent.

"... who?

I just whined small, and no one can recognize me as far as I can hear it. On the other hand, I think it's my fault, I also think it's creepy.

(This is in the castle. A vigilance net should be enough)

With that in mind, Cordelia moved slowly toward those who felt her gaze.

I also thought about waiting until Ronnie got back, but I can't feel anything disgusting, like malice or hostility in the sight he's sent. Just a little look and come back - Cordelia slowly left the scene with that in mind.

I felt my gaze from a direction where I couldn't feel the signs of people. To heighten his vigilance, Cordelia put magic into his eyes and explored the signs around him.

It looks like a vigilance net is laid around the area, but it's because it's far from the most important part? From a few steps ahead of Cordelia, the vigilance seemed to be only a little less than where we stand now. Of course, I still think that's alarming enough, but it's uncomfortable somewhere.

You must not step forward any more.

Cordelia, who felt so clearly and stopped, asked the space where nothing was supposed to be.

"There, is anyone there?

You can't be here.

That's the premise, but at the same time as the wind came through, the response came back.

"Long time no see, Pameladia lady"

That was a voice I'd heard for a long time but never wanted to hear.

"... why are you here? You're not expecting a ghost from daylight, are you?

For the first time in two years, a low voice spilled naturally from Cordelia.