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

Cordelia has originally noticed that the air is much heavier here at breakfast these days, and perhaps the servant as well. And it goes without saying that the reason for this is the air Elvis carries.

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I can more or less imagine that Elvis is emitting heavy air because of the Zakharov thing a while back. As Ishma advised, I bought confectionery first and handed it home, then I also baked and delivered the muffins, but the other piece of advice, "Sweet", had not been able to execute Cordelia yet.

It's a really 'sweet' run in the first place, and I don't even know if Elvis can get rid of the part he cares about, and in the first place...

(Hard to say you want to go for a long ride in this heavy air...)

The sweetening operation of "I Wanna Go Far Together", which is more or less the only one I've come up with, is a sweetening operation with a purpose to distract Elvis from his feelings, but I can't even talk much slower while he's on the horse.

Then what would be best?

(Speaking of which... your father was familiar with the dining room under the castle, wasn't he?)

I do remember saying that in the carriage to Royal Castle to get my permit.

(... Ok, I've decided)

He told me not to go on my own, but he hasn't told me not to take him.

Even B-grade gourmet would love to eat, and a lively place might be just right for Elvis' distractions. And most importantly, in carrying out sweet maneuvers, it could be just as selfish.

Cordelia made up her mind.

"Father, may I ask you a favor"

"... what"

"Would you like to go on a date with me for your next holiday?

I meant to joke and say, but one of those words made Elvis choke greatly.

Of course it was well conveyed to Elvis that 'date' was a word for play...... and I think. So he still seemed to behave as grandiose as usual afterwards, but I also don't feel like he subtly had a smaller mouth count than usual.

For one thing, the child was later, and Elvis returned to the post meal room, but then Cordelia was spoken out loudly from Hans.

"Your daughter is old enough to say those words, too."

And that made me feel like somewhere they said, 'My husband was surprised by that'.

(... but not so much as a child anymore)

This world, where adults are sixteen years old, fourteen is a child close to adulthood.

Sure, I've never argued with Elvis about the erotic shakedown, so it's no surprise... it's unexpected that much will be reacted to. If I did poorly, I would have swallowed Fulvia more than I once did when she was talking about Elvis, a young child.

(But I think your father's gotten a lot more emotional too)

Cordelia thinks the emotions are still quite legible, although I can't say the expression has also enriched...... It is possible that it is my own fault, but lately the expression from the servants towards Elvis seems to smile somewhere. Of course when Elvis is looking directly at you, he doesn't have that look...

With that in mind, if I expressed my hope of going to the lower town dining room in the study where I received the call again after dinner, Elvis showed some thought, but it was nevertheless a carriage that he accepted.

Thus, hope is accepted, and a few days later.

Cordelia, alongside Elvis, was walking downtown for the first time.

Elvis' outfit would lose a lot of shoulder strength than usual. It's a light one, but still has the same sharpness of eye light.

However, to the extent that it still does not float from the surrounding area, it seems to be calming.

"... the dining room, it was"

"Yes."

"Probably different from the meal you imagined, but you don't mind"

"Yes, rather, I'm looking forward to it"

"... the store is a lot busier too. Be prepared."

It can also be felt from the air on the spot.

"When did your father get here..."

"... but that's not the right word for the occasion"

"Huh?"

I was just trying to ask you when you were coming, and what was wrong with you?

"Words around here have unnecessary solidity"

In short, I guess he's saying, "The word 'father' doesn't fit in this place".

I can deduce that it's the same thing Vernault told me not to call you like that before. For Cordelia, changing her name to Elvis is less difficult than calling her "Vernault" or "Jill".

But it would be the same to call me Father, and if there were other words to represent my Father...

"Father...... is it?

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There's an indescribable silence, and we just hear so many busy outfield voices that even our own footsteps go away.

"... will you still feel uncomfortable either way,"

That was the only word I was called after I was quite down the road.

But it's not so unnatural considering the place... no, I didn't think of Cordelia calling it anything more than that.

(... I mean, I guess we were talking about not getting used to your father)

But once I looked to the side, I felt like I was getting a look I'd never seen before.

(No, if it's just a hard look, it's not like I've never seen it)

I didn't know exactly what impression it made of Elvis in the end. I thought I'd gotten emotional, but some of them still don't seem to know.

However, it would have definitely not seemed offensive because it was not immediately denied -.

When I opened the entrance to the dining room where I arrived, people's squeaky voices reached my ears.

A series of bright, energetic and prestigious voices mix up to the noise of occasional quarrels. Exactly what went too far was the shopkeeper-like man roaring around in majesty, but still the surroundings harden or calm down at all. Probably about a comma of everyday stuff.

"Please take your seats free -!

As Cordelia looked around the store, a bright clerk's voice reached her ear with a cluttered response that she also remained faceless. I guess that was more directed at Elvis than it was at Cordelia, but even though the other person wouldn't know, it was a sight I hardly see this response to the Count, and I felt a little strange.

Of course, Elvis is here because he's not going to care about it either - and before that, Elvis was sitting in the seat at the corner. What's more, he already took the menu-like paper and seemed to decide what to ask for.

Cordelia also hurriedly sat down in the front of it and was offered the menu Elvis had been watching until earlier. There were several kinds of baked fish and pork, bird and sheepmeat dishes on the menu that could be seen as a little bit of a spill stain, followed by some salads and egg dishes. If you turn the menu upside down, some beef dishes and a lot of booze are noted.

(Alcohol…)

Because of this, I have a big desire to toast with Elvis, but unfortunately, drinking would be stopped if it was still early. But when I look at the names of the liquors that can be lined up a lot, I'm a little curious about what they taste like.

"... what's up"

"Father, when I grow up, would you like to have a drink with me? I'd like to have a drink that your father would recommend."

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I was excited to see what liquor you could choose, but Elvis coughed after a while of stiffness.

"... now it's up to me to decide what to order"

"Then you have to make up your mind quickly and make a promise."

What kind of liquor can I recommend?

Whether it will be Elvis's preference or Cordelia's, it will be a blemish now. Elvis is also showing some difficulty, but I'm sure this will be an acceptable degree of selfishness, as is today's outing - and I made myself an excuse. Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem.

But I certainly can't take that promise either without ordering it first, as Elvis said.

All right, what should I order? None of the menus lined up. This is all that hasn't left the mansion. Not knowing when you can come next is also what deepens your worries.

But it's also a problem to keep Elvis waiting... When I thought so, at the edge of Cordelia's sight, I saw the dishes the clerk would serve to the guests.

"Oh, my God!

That's good, but they put it on the table. That's the sound of hot iron plates making a fierce appetite.

"Oh, that..."

Whatever you think, it's a hamburger. Except it wasn't put on the plate you usually see.

I'm about to jump...... no, there's a shiny eyeball grill on top of the sauce I'm jumping from.

"Father, I want that one......!

Cordelia demanded it with all the momentum to blow all the strays so far. Elvis' appearance of placing an order from the spot was also invaluable, but his mind was so high that he couldn't care less about it.

I've eaten at home many times if you're a hamburger.

But a hamburger with this eyeball grill was the ultimate delicacy I have yet to see in this world.

And the rising hot air that arrived after a while of waiting still seemed sparkling. Apparently, it was then that Elvis realized he was asking for the same thing.

I'll take it, I said so, then cut the meat apart with a fork and a knife, and carried it to my mouth.

The sauce and the hamburger, as hot as they are together, it fully draws each other's ambitions in their mouths.

Then he puts a knife in the eyeball grill, and carries it with the meat to his mouth, impressed by the thick yellow body. The flavor was a touching one that did not betray its appearance.

"... tasty?

"Yes, of course!

"If you eat too fast, you get burns"

"Yes."

I didn't mean to rush it, but maybe that was happening with too much emotion.

Breakfast is definitely a little off. But in this space full of hustle and bustle, it never seemed too floating at the speed of Cordelia, and I didn't get any attention about manners. I'd be too embarrassed if I took it, so I was fortunate.

"... you seem to like it a lot"

"Yes, especially nice where this eyeball grill is on"

Of course, meals at the mansion are delicious and happy, but I also miss eating at places like this in my previous life, and I was also glad to feel the warmth of eating at a much smaller table compared to those at the mansion. But instead of worrying about Elvis about this, I also had the sense that it was just totally sweet. But I'm glad to hear it.

"Right. … are you getting ready"

As he was eating trembling with emotion, Cordelia was lost for a moment after a sudden change of subject from Elvis. Getting ready, needless to say, will go to Weltrian territory.

"Yes."

Appointments should be progressing without delay.

Elvis nodded when Cordelia told her she wanted her peace of mind.

"Right."

"Thank you for sending me. I'll try to make your father a surprising lady."

However, Cordelia was surprised by the words she returned from Elvis, even though she thought they were not tight words to say while eating her favorite foods.

"... surprised enough"

"Is that... in a happy way?

"Have you ever let me down?

Elvis' words are always the same and never honest.

But the word was powerful enough for Cordelia to inadvertently forget the favorite thing in front of her.

"It would be an honor if you could say that. And if that's what you think, I'm going to be more concerned so that I can exceed your father's expectations."

Once the knife and fork were out of hand, Cordelia told him so by looking straight at Elvis.

"... if you want it, I will prioritize that will"

"Thank you"

"I don't need to hesitate to talk to you. Whatever comes with the risk, you just have to say it early."

That's what Elvis said, moving the hand he was stopping and letting the meal resume. I felt like I had no heart or my knife moving hand seemed lighter than earlier.

"Thank you so much for your concern, Father"

There will always be things to worry about.

However, there should be less anxiety if you stack it up. They don't think they can do it. It may be a little different, but this time it may have been like "First Use," such anxiety. Yes, I want to think.

"Well, let me ask you a quick favor,"

"What?"

"I also asked for alcohol, but I came back from my aunt's. To fold, could you go out with me like this again?

If asked, it was slightly, but it succeeded in pulling only two letters of affirmation from Elvis.