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

Cordelia looked out for Sylvester, who suddenly appeared.

You'll have to go to the venue. There's no way people are selling oil here. I didn't see anyone nearby either, and Cordelia forgot to thank me too much for the surprise why the hell I came to this place alone.

But Sylvester approaches Cordelia without breathing.

Seeing how it was, Cordelia finally thought she had to say hello and rushed to thank me and spin the words.

But before that, Sylvester's gait grew faster, and at one point he ran out... and a shock ran into Cordelia's body.

I understood that was because it was cuddled, not until I heard the voice that had fallen into my ear.

"Good."

"Huh?"

No, this situation is not good.

Sylvester's behavior was completely incomprehensible to Cordelia, just repeated the blink. The confusion made my body stiff, and I even felt as if I had become a tree.

But that time was never long, and Sylvester suddenly took his arm off the cordelia and stepped back, as it had been played.

"Suddenly, excuse me"

"Yes, no..."

Surprised, he was also hesitant to tell Sylvester that, and Cordelia clouded her words. And although Sylvester himself speaks of apologies, he seems more relieved than sorry. Then Cordelia feels sorry, too.

"Um... did you hear the noise?

With what a difficult thought to say, Cordelia cut it out as an aside.

Of course I understand that in my current language, but there's nothing else to talk about. I would also like to tell him to go back as soon as possible because there is a greeting waiting for him if possible, but I can also draw attention to telling the person who has worried me so far. But it's also a very strange feeling to be so worried about someone you've been avoiding.

Sylvester nodded with a gentle expression.

"Sure, there were reports, but I felt a strange magic reaction. I'm sorry, I sincerely apologize for putting you in danger."

"No, thank you very much for doing that to Your Highness."

Even this time, there were personnel in the venue who could react immediately when something happened. Cordelia felt she couldn't make it, but maybe that was supposed to be in time, too. Besides, if you're a royal or important figure with few opportunities to aim in the first place, Cordelia believes that today's vigilance was reasonable in itself, as it's still hard to think of such things as trying to do harm from the front to ordinary invitees who are easier to target in other contexts than on the premises.

In that reply Sylvester was laughing like trouble.

I felt from that look that Cordelia might have led him here because she felt responsible as an organizer and because it was someone she knew, but I just don't think it was too much of a hug all of a sudden if it was...

(What, that?

I still don't particularly like Sylvester.

I don't like it, but given that I set it apart from 'Cordelia' and that Shelley would also be an existence that had nothing to do with Sylvester, I also wondered if there was no longer any reason why Cordelia had avoided Sylvester being ominous.

(Yeah, but that's not what I'm saying - yeah, it's as good as it's ever been... right?

It may not be necessary to avoid it, but it should not be particularly close.

"What's wrong?

"No, more than that... Your Highness is planning to say hello today..."

"Not yet, it's okay. But if I throw it away and stay here, you're gonna be mad at me."

And Sylvester took off his cloak, which was woven by his feathers, and wrapped the cordelia.

"The wind is getting a little cold. Be careful when you return."

"So, Your Highness, this will taint you......!

Cordelia also knows that the dress isn't dry yet.

The dirt may have moved already, but still rushing to remove it, he was held back forcefully.

"It's okay. If you catch a cold, it's harder for you."

"But because of the outfit… if you're going to greet me now, it's all the more so"

"Are you annoying?

"Yes, no"

"Then don't worry"

I can't do that, but I could have predicted that Sylvester wouldn't hit me. Even if I don't want to accept it, I don't have the atmosphere to receive it where I just tried to return it.

"If it seems to bother you, take care of the treats when you give it back"

"Huh?"

"Because I am proud of Vernault. He said the sweets in your house are excellent."

"... Yes, sir."

If the biggest concession is to say that, Cordelia has no other choice but to follow it. I'd rather worry about the sweets, but if you ask any more questions, Sylvester's greeting could be delayed.

"I'm not in a hurry for you to give it back. When you calm down, but slowly."

"Yes, thank you"

"But I'm really glad my bracelet protected me"

Cordelia [opened her eyes] with those words, but Sylvester had already turned her back on Cordelia.

And not long between, "Your Highness!," he heard Vernor, whom he was accustomed to hearing.

"Clive changed his blood phase and was looking for him."

I told you I'd be right back.

"You know it's worrying. Please go back quickly."

Listening to such conversations, Cordelia looked at the bracelet she had put inside her own left hand.

Even if I heard Shelley's rampage, did Sylvester hear the shattered story on that spot? Is it to be reported in the first report until such time?

(No, you may be asking...)

But it gets caught.

I didn't even know Cordelia, a bracelet with some sort of defensive magic in it - if I knew who it was - it was...

(No way, huh)

Cordelia felt her cheeks pull, but decided to think that was her fault. But I want to think it's my fault, but once I catch it, I can't help but feel that the common name 'Jill' is also close to the name 'Sylvester'.

(But Master Vernault's attitude toward Jill and toward His Highness is different)

But if Jill was Sylvester, there's no reason why he didn't reveal his name immediately. I couldn't gently exorcise Your Highness's patience time - I can explain that.

(Are you thinking too much? But)

Apparently I finished talking to Sylvester while Cordelia was confused. Vernor approached Cordelia as he was.

"Dili, they're ready for the carriage."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You're so flashy."

I received a handkerchief that was given to me as I said so, and Cordelia hit my hair. It's not enough to drip already, but the color still shifted. At this minute, the colour would still be shifting to the cape.

"I didn't do it."

"I heard the obvious story. Nothing. Above all, what are we gonna do with that?

That, I guess, means the cloak I borrowed from Sylvester.

"... I will remove the dirt and return it properly"

"No, I didn't. At what time are you coming to return it?

"Look at the fold, I'll think about it. I don't really want to think about it anymore today."

If I just told him I was tired and showed him, Vernault wouldn't have pursued it any further just because he said "well" either.

(... If you ask Master Vernault, it might be clear. But if Jill was your Highness, Vernault would have cooperated, so there's no way I could have told you. And if my mistake...... they'll definitely make fun of me)

Even though it doesn't lead to an answer either way, it would still be a bad idea to ask inadvertently.

"What's going on?

"Nothing."

"I feel grumpy instead... well, are you in a better mood today?"

The reason is completely different, but Cordelia didn't make that mistake either. It's obvious it's going to be easier to explain.

"I'll take my time today when I get home. I have a lot of plans tomorrow."

Resolved and new questions.

There were a lot of things floating around, but still the first thing I need to clean up is the return of this cloak. But Cordelia sighed trying to decide to think about it tomorrow, too.

(Assuming Jill is Your Highness, I don't know what to look like and talk about it)

I look back at what I would not have done rudely, but I have a headache if I thought I was preaching to the next king on the encounter in the first place. If I may, I want you to think about it. - Then who is Jill?

(Let's go home and go to sleep. Anyway, let's sleep and clear our heads once)

But it was only when the sky began to whiten that I was able to sleep because the Cordelia outfit I returned home was supposed to be outrageous, or because the owner of the feathered cloak was Sylvester, or even to nag Elvis, who was furious to hear the whole noise -.