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

Zakharov was then turned over to the Knights unconsciously in a report by Lara, who was secretly waiting. The knights searched the mansion and interviewed the servants because it meant they were in the process of manufacturing drugs, but even the mansion people only thought that grass was a rare ornamental plant. It seems that the golden tree was so important to him.

"If you don't dry it and use it, it's really nothing like regular grass."

"... but if you were so cautious, it's still inadvertent that you told me"

"Maybe you were so financially cornered. Because there really didn't seem to be any more."

The day after Zakharov was captured, once again Cordelia was talking to Ishma and another knight at the castle. The day before yesterday, I briefly explained how it happened, but it was called again today because of access to the Zakharov residence.

Cordelia said she would come to the Pameladia family if there was a problem, but she stopped by the big bookshelf so Cordelia went out on her own. As I found out last time, this is only a general compartment, so encounters with Sylvester can be avoided enough. If you're going to stop by the big bookshelf, I don't want you to have to go through the trouble of coming. Besides, there was something else I wanted to talk to you about.

"Shall we talk about this much? I'll make some tea arrangements."

Saying so, he dropped off the knight who had left, and Ishma also slowly stood out of his seat.

"... she, the daughter of the Clyde Raine family, was officially found yesterday."

"Again, you are"

"It looks like we're going to be formally greeted today. However, you still sound like a pretty healthy lady, as Cordelia said. It might be hard to get used to this world."

I stopped by the church on my way home and was surprised by the process earlier than I thought for Cordelia to see how it was going.

And if she got into the Clyde Raine family protections, there wouldn't be anything to worry about anymore. I wish I had... On the other hand, I feel a little complicated.

(Even though I had no choice, am I the one who invited the heroine into the aristocratic world,?)

I don't feel like I would be interested in anything other than a prince if it were that way, but I can also greatly anticipate being smoked around. At least it will never go with Vernault or Clive, who refrain from being on Sylvester's side.

(Well, that's it for me to get my hands on. The best thing to do is stay out of each other)

Although I know Shelley's name in the first place, I've never been named, if not named. Cordelia for Shelley was so irrelevant. I sincerely hope that will continue in the future.

"Yes, Cordelia. Why don't you buy him some sweets on the way home and plug him in?

"To your father, is it?

To the cordelia leaning her neck, Ishma laughed and attached her index finger to her mouth.

"Don't tell me. Father also knew something might happen if he was bad, but after all, he seemed to care that Cordelia ran into the fight."

"I'm not making a big deal of it."

"That may be true for Cordelia, but she seems sneaky depressed with that, so you just have to encourage her. Why don't you finally sweeten something up?

Ishma looked like she was joking, but Cordelia frowned.

"... does that mean for your father that I still don't rely more than I expected?

"I wouldn't have left it to you if I hadn't relied on it. It's nothing to worry about."

……

I can't put it in words clearly, but I'm willing to know if you think it's taken care of.

I just don't know if sweetness will allay that concern yet, but I also thought I'd ask for something once if Ishma were to say so. I just couldn't think of anything right away.

(I'd like to take a long ride with you... or something?

While I thought I'd ask him tonight, Cordelia saw a returning knight and a servant of a woman preparing tea, and struck out the conversation. The woman who serves tea had a very slight grin pointed at the cordelia.

In this case, Cordelia's fame had spread all over the castle at once.

It had become a bit of a rumor to women through the fact that they had originally won the prize at the competition and through Marquise Frantheim, mother of Vernault, and Nilpama, aunt, but that was a very small part of it. It didn't take long to get the attention because that's what turned one count's measures back on. I have a little tail on me, and my father and brother seem to learn and tell me I'm a militant, but sometimes I had to close some eyes because I wasn't going to get a chance to correct it, but if I could behave properly, I wouldn't be complained about, even if I was a militant. So, I'm not going to be a militant, but it doesn't look like there's anything else to polish about the elegance of your behavior right now.

(It's not spreading in a bad way about rumors of militants either, and let's take it positively when the benefits are significant)

I understand the importance of pride and pride in the name. But sticking to one's own fame, like Zakharov, is not the ultimate goal.

"There are not a few people who work for righteousness and falsehood and tease vanity"

"Without something that you can always truly boast of yourself, the hold you can have can only be dust"

I still remember exactly what Elvis said at a young age.

At the same time, I have not forgotten that I was also told 'if I had no power I would be insulted'.

(I want to be able to bring out a lot of smiles by myself)

Of course I want to work more and more on what interests me, and I think about using fragrance as a weapon. But that can't happen without someone happy.

Cordelia, who had finished her tea, was to be sent to Ishma, even to Ronnie, who was already on the big bookshelf. Though I feel a little used to walking in the castle, etc., the fear of unexpected encounters occurs keeps my mind open. However, I understand that there is little likelihood of Sylvester being different, as this is also a place where ordinary people come and go.

Cordelia was on her way to the Grand Bookshelf, consulting Ishma as to which confectionery to give Elvis would be better and which she should cook herself, but stopped at an unexpected voice there.

"This is an odd place, Lord Ishma."

Looking back at that voice, there stood one man and a girl I had become completely accustomed to in a few days.

"Good day, Count Clyde Raine. You went through the process."

"Oh. It's not refreshing to make a debt to the Pamela family, but I'm grateful to you. Look, Shelly. Say hello."

Encouraged by Count Clyde Raine, Sherry stared at Ishma.

Knights will be used to seeing in church, why not...? With that in mind, Shelley had a full grin.

"You're a castle knight, aren't you? Do you know about the prince?

"Sherry."

Shelley wasn't blurry at all.

Yes, Cordelia accidentally wanted to hold her head. I'm confident I'll flush it out to the extent that they tell me when you two are, but if I get hit with this in public, the air in the field can freeze.

I guess that's why Count Clyde Raine also instantly appealed, but Shelley didn't know what the attention was to and just leaned her neck wonderfully.

"Because it would be different from the life I'm used to."

Count Clyde Raine coughed up on such a follow-up to Ishma.

"As it is, well, getting used to it is important. He is so adorable and has strange powers as well. It may not be bullshit to be seen by His Highness either. I'm sorry to hear that, Count Pameladia."

"My father might be happy the other way around. Because I'm sure you'll miss this kid going out to his wife. Cordelia, say hello."

Encouraged by Ishma, Cordelia turned a quiet grin on Count Clydraine before thanking him.

"My name is Cordelia Ena Pameladia, fourth child of the Pameladia family. Later, get to know each other."

Perhaps the slight distortion in Count Clyde's face was due to his comparison with Shelley's earlier greeting. But before returning the favor from Count Clyde Rayne, Sherry opened his mouth.

"You are..."

"Long time no see, Mr. Shelley"

"I will never lose to you!!"

"... Huh?

Cordelia tilted her neck at the sudden declaration of war.

For a moment I thought it was about how to say hello, but as far as this rough attitude goes, it doesn't seem so. Both Ishma and Count Clyde Raine were astonished and stared at Sherry. Shelley, however, did not notice such a glance, even exposing her hostility towards Cordelia.

"I know, because I dreamed of it! You, I'm sure you don't hate any action to turn Your Highness around!?"

Cordelia accidentally opened her eyes to the content of the sudden statement.

The contents of the words are also painful to understand, but above all they behave too differently from the last time we met. I knew she was a girl who acted in a rush, but she should have only been recognized as much as she existed before, which doesn't matter, but now she's hiding her hostility.

"… excuse me, but I have little chance to see Your Highness. I was wondering if more of the other young ladies are attending the Queen's Tea Party if you've seen her many times."

For one thing, denial will be necessary. There's no one around, and even if he was, it's only very recently that access to Cordelia's castle has begun, so you'll soon know that Shelley's remarks are erroneous. Still, I want to put an end to the rumoured scourge.

But Shelley didn't stop with those words.

"Liar, you'll definitely get in my way! You must still be desperate to get into Your Highness right now!? You're bothering me by going through as long as you have time!

"Even if you told me you were going through... as I said earlier, only twice have I seen you through Your Highness. That's also because you called me once, by chance, the second time. We have no private interactions with His Highness."

"Because there was a girl in my dream...!

To the word dream, Cordelia struck her inner tongue.

(No, she doesn't have ears to listen to if it's about dreams)

But wasn't it a dream to hit the hundreds?

If it's just about the future to come. Still, at least there's no fact that Cordelia is currently going through under Sylvester.

"... even though it's a dream, it doesn't feel very good to be able to make a claim"

When Ishma said so, Count Clydraine also had a bitter look on his face.

He understands that Cordelia hasn't gone through either, Count Clyde.

"Well, I guess that happens. Maybe I'm tired because I've been in a rush the last few days and I'm just falling asleep. Shelly, I'm going home."

"But, Father"

"That's okay, come on. Excuse me."

Ishma shrugged her shoulders as she sighed after saying so and the two of them left and were blind.

"Are you okay?

"Yeah... just a little surprised"

Yes, I was just a little surprised at the beginning.

But it wasn't even an occasion to laugh and deceive if you remember Shelley's words.

Because the cordelia Shelley was saying was like 'cordelia' in the game.

(What do you mean?

It would be impossible to ask Shelley again.

In that case, the only hint I can think of is as much about the story of the first Virgin that Clarissa was saying on the Great Bookshelf as this - looking for a preacher's diary. It's possible there's nothing there, but it's the only clue Cordelia can come up with right now.

"Can you keep this from your father? Because it could be a bit of a hassle."

"Yeah. Count Clyde seemed to know it was a mistake too, so you wouldn't have to worry about spreading it"

"Yeah, at least Count Clyde Rayne should know Cordelia hasn't visited His Highness. Rather, because it's as much as I think it's wishful."

You're a strange kid, but Cordelia felt as frustrated as Ishma felt.

However, I couldn't find any words to hang on to, and only the desire to head to the Great Bookshelf quickly preceded me.