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

The day of the feast of stargazing.

Cordelia, dressed up, was a little confused when she saw what she looked like.

'Cordelia' in the game was strong, high-flying and mean, but the image of glamour and pity should have preceded it better.

But now I think I look strong because I see who I am for some reason.

"… may not be seen under high pressure around"

Unexpectedly zeroing the words, Cordelia let her cheeks snap.

Never before have Cordelia seen herself in the mirror and thought she seemed so strong.

I wonder if it is caused by red or red, but I don't think it is caused by the colour taste because "Cordelia" was also red. If so, is Cordelia's own personality reflected in her appearance as well? But I thought the inside was calmer than 'Cordelia' - no, I didn't have to think about it in the first place, but this is a matter of a little shock.

"Please remove some more shoulder strength. Today's lady is nervous. It's too much."

"Yeah..."

Apparently, the more Emina laughs bitterly, the more Cordelia has consolidated her expression.

But I couldn't pull out the shoulder force and the tension never relaxed, but Cordelia tried to smile consciously again. Then the intimidating atmosphere Cordelia felt earlier faded.

The makeup is as modest as usual, but today I use more clearly colored red red eyes to avoid losing the dress. I use rose hair decorations from Jill for my hair decorations. That looked good even in a red dress.

Finally, wear the scent of a rose and you are ready for battle.

"Well, will you come"

Cordelia spoke to herself in the mirror.

It's time for Cordelia to climb the castle enough to get used to it, but this is the first time she's headed to a nightclub venue. Cordelia stopped once at the entrance to the venue as she also exchanged a lot of people.

"Brother Ishma?

"Oh, Cordelia"

Cordelia approached Ishma in knightly clothes, who would probably be here for work instead of attending a nightclub.

"You look better today than usual."

"After all, does it look too strong?

"No, I don't see it that way. But... I knew when I saw him outside the house, he grew up."

Cordelia laughed bitterly at the words of her brother, who was supposed to have celebrated adulthood with me the other day.

"Brother. That's what your father would call a line."

'Cause I'm worried about having a pretty little sister.'

"Well, it's an honor to give you a compliment."

But after laughing at each other there, Ishma dropped her voice.

"My father and Count Clyde Rayne have been dangerously unfriendly lately. Father didn't care if he was hostile from over there, but he has clearly had bad feelings these days"

"... it still concerns me, doesn't it?"

"You have a good idea, something like that. If you have any problems, talk to your father. Of course it's fine with me. I just can't stay very close today because I work too"

"Thank you, brother. But it's okay. I will talk to you as soon as I can if I ever have any problems."

"Right. Then you can rest assured."

Did you take it as a joke, or did you accept it for real, Ishma's expression was unknown to Cordelia. But he cut off the words and gave a token to Ishma's back, and Cordelia breathed slowly and took a step.

In the spacious hall, the chandelier is lit with warm light, illuminating the marble floor. Quiet and relaxed music will be playing because now is still before the formal opening of the meeting. But many young men and women have already gathered and blossomed into the story. Is it because it's a meeting for young people, women's dresses also have more vibrant shades than usual, and glamour is always increasing.

Cordelia ran a lot of gaze, but Sherry didn't seem to be here yet.

As long as you keep an eye out for this, you won't be eating unintentional hits. One thing first, I'm relieved.

The schedule for the night club is a royal opening proclamation - that is, after Sylvester's greeting, the orchestra sounds the music for the dance. After that, I hear it's basically not much different from other nightclubs, but they have scholars waiting to help them admire the night sky, or they have a constellation version to lend. The first time I heard about it, I thought Jill was going to be happy.

(Thought maybe Jill, who hasn't made a change, would be at some nightclub... but you haven't seen those yet)

If it's how Jill is, he'll sometimes act with Vernault, even in his original appearance, but he hasn't seen a youth like that.

Maybe he's not even here today, but then maybe he can talk about souvenirs for the next time he sees you, but will he fulfill that too? Unfortunately, I have not yet been able to tell you how grateful I am for the bracelet I am wearing.

Though thinking that way, Cordelia advanced a little towards the wall.

As Cordelia progresses, I can feel the ladies in the aisle gazing toward Cordelia. And although I can feel the voice and nagging atmosphere discerning Cordelia by scent from between the noises, is it because it is before the opening remarks that I am not talking to you right away? He also felt disliked that the conversation would be interrupted along the way before or during the excitement.

Cordelia looked slowly through the hall, thinking it was uncommon to be somewhat alone. Then he found one of them solidifying and tilted his neck.

(Master Clive?

Yes, when I only moved my mouth without speaking, my opponent blinked and approached me with a slightly wider stride.

"... Miss Cordelia?

"Huh? Yes, it's Cordelia. Long time no see, Dear Clive."

Cordelia praised him, wondering why he was talked to in a questionable fashion.

Although Clive and I saw each other far-sighted at Miles's, we didn't have time to talk properly thanks to Shelley. But now Clive's behavior felt like there was such a careful confirmation that he was meeting someone he hadn't seen yet.

"... what is wrong with you?

Of course, that may be my fault, but thank you very much. I also have trouble reacting.

But when Clive coughed one against such a cordelia, he opened his mouth, not particularly with any expression on his face.

"Excuse me. I'm keeping a message from His Highness. He wants to talk to you a little later."

"Your Highness is with me...?

"If someone else is, I won't have to tell you."

Sure, Clive's right, but Cordelia doesn't understand that.

"If I were Your Highness, I would be able to talk to you without having to say it in advance...... Probably won't stop anyone."

Yes, there's no way I know why Sylvester wants to talk to you either, but I don't know more about why you have to put in a no first than that. I don't talk about it as a cordelia, and I don't want to get involved, but it doesn't exist on this occasion, such as someone royal and the organizers shouldn't talk freely to. But to Cordelia's words, Clive was sighing.

"That would be why. I was wondering if you might be offended by the interruption of the conversation."

"I'm not that narrow."

"There's no way His Highness knows about that."

Cordelia now turned her eyes round to Clive in the atmosphere that she was only here by message.

"What are you surprised about"

"I didn't expect to hear such a word from Master Clive. Master Clive understands that I have a sense of relaxation in my heart."

Clive blushed blatantly at Cordelia's words, but still did not deny it.

"I want you to stop talking nonsense"

"Oh, that's very important."

"As always, such a place looks unfortunately like Lord Vernault"

From that word, it was Clive who represented a disagreement with Vernault.

"You're getting along."

"I'm not free enough to go along with bullshit either. I beg your pardon."

"Oh, I'm sorry -"

The Cordelia's apology was interrupted halfway. That's because I recognized Shelly at the edge of my sight. Clive also followed Cordelia's gaze, which unnaturally stopped him from speaking.

"... are you Countess Clyde Raine? You'd better stay away from me."

"Yeah, I think so too. But... isn't she feeling a little strange?

Sherry and Cordelia showed up at the venue for the first time.

But when Shelley gave her a strong grin there, she headed to the place of supply where she was preparing, and began to throw words at her opponents. He may be asking what he was talking about, or something, but the pay was looking baffled.

"Are you going?

"Yes."

"It won't be about you sticking your neck in. And she's the other person."

"But we have a lot to prepare for dealing with complaints, so we might be able to help. Besides, you'd better put it away before His Highness is here."

To Cordelia's inquiry, Clive sighed.

I know, and it seems like a lot of things, but it's hard to say that I'm convinced.

But it was fortunate for Cordelia not to be disputed.

"Okay, Dear Clive. See you later."

And Cordelia turned her back on Clive.

(Shelley recognizes this one and is up to something. I don't want to ride the invitation, but I'm putting my servant in trouble. I can't even leave you alone)

Besides, the attacks in public are trivial, given the pattern so far. You can get caught up in a fall, or you can do rude things on your mind, or you can deliberately step on the dress as well as you did last time... that's about all I can think of right away, but 'Cordelia' wouldn't be enough to upside down for Cordelia anyway, so I'd be able to deal with it calmly.

Cordelia's gaze hit Shelley's blue eyes as she approached her and soon fell within what she thought she could call her voice. Shelley, with a provocative grin, still felt she was willing to do something, and Cordelia regained her feelings strongly, but what she didn't expect happened there.

Who could have guessed, such as multiple glasses flying in?

Cordelia realized that was what Shelley did when the cold liquid on her slipped off her skin.