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

And four days passed since the day the feast of stargazing took place.

Cordelia was going to live an unchanged life before the feast, but she was going to undergo a lot of tests from the next day because she was attacked by magic, and all the appointments she had made were feathers to change. Fortunately, it was determined that it was not particularly adversely affected, and I finally came back to my routine from noon -.

"Ma'am, what are you going to do with that?

"Huh?"

"I don't think I can use that paper anymore."

To Ronnie's words, Cordelia looked hastily at hand. It seemed to have unconsciously stopped the hand that was spelling the sentence, and the paper had accumulated ink.

"... I'll rewrite it"

"Right. Well, there's a lot going on, and I hope you're taking your time. Oh, I'm done stuffing my cape. The dirt on the dress and hair decorations is going to stay a bit."

"Thanks"

Thanking Ronnie for being such a clever magician, Cordelia accidentally wanted to sigh when she was stuck with a problem she wanted to send ahead.

(You have to see His Highness...)

If you think so, you're heavy. Even if the cause of ominousness is gone, it's no longer conditional reflexes that you want to avoid, plus I'm not sure how to talk to you if you think it might be Jill.

(Assuming it's Jill, you've been hiding your identity for eight years now. I guess I don't have that much credibility... No, I would never have gotten along if they had told me I was Your Highness, and I'm not sure yet...!

Cordelia didn't imagine anything like this that would bother her her her. Most importantly, I didn't feel the possibility that Jill and Sylvester were the same person or any other fine dust, so naturally. As soon as the hair color is different, as in Vernault, I can tell, but the face is made, the hair color is different, the eye color is different - then I still wonder if I would think too much.

As for Shelley, she still talks about being cursed. However, it was not like it was on Lara to force her to act against her will, but rather to increase her ability to kill by strengthening her hatred of her opponent. Shelley testified, 'Someone put a bluff on me that would make the magic work well,' but sometimes the technique was the magic that drew Duraughs' flow, and an investigation also entered the Count Clyde Raine family. Count Clyde Raine's depressed appearance at that time was both unseen and unbroken, he said. The initial fierce protest from Elvis seemed to have been both Count Clyde Raine's attitude of 'that's bad too,' but I guess I was more shocked that my daughter's actions made things bigger, and that all the vigeons I had painted were followed.

However, since it will be a delicate issue about the fact that it is the magic of the Durroughs kingdom, it has not been made public about Sherry's curse or the fact that an investigation into the Count Clyde Raine family has been conducted. However, the fact that Shelley caused the disturbance cannot be erased, and as for Shelley, she is ostensibly mentally ill, so she is to have been ordered to take care of herself. In practice, however, a magic seal was applied so that the magic itself could never be used again. Count Clydraine pleaded for reconsideration to the end to that order because the power of his dreams might be lost, but at last it was never heard.

"There's nothing to worry about when you return the cape, either, because the cooks are so uptight in making it. Today or tomorrow, he says we can have it ready immediately."

"Right."

"It's a topic among servants. I don't know, maybe the romance between Your Highness and the lady will start. Something like that. Well, from what I can tell, even if it does, it's not that surprising."

"Huh?"

"Oh, don't worry, I'm rumouring not to get into your husband's ear"

No, not there.

I bet Ronnie never watched it, such as the occasions Cordelia and Sylvester are together. But before questioning him, a knock sounded in the room, and Cordelia allowed him into the room, where Vernault, guided by Emina, stood with one hand gently raised. I guess I followed Emina as usual trying to tell Cordelia about the odd visit.

"Hey, Dilly. You don't plan on going to the Grand Bookshelf?

"That's a lot more specific"

"I thought it might be time for you to get in touch. I'm glad you didn't have any strange physical effects."

"Thanks to you"

It was replaced with Vernault's entry, and Ronnie left the room to take her seat off.

"Would you like some tea and sweets?

"No, I simply stopped by because I'm going to climb the castle now. If it's sweet, give it to His Highness."

"Give it to me... that's a lot of words"

But it is also a matter that we cannot help but postpone. It also makes me think that it's still somewhat more normal to have Vernault than to go alone with confusion about it.

"Can I have a moment? Let me at least change my dress."

"Well, in the meantime, let's say I get some sweets."

"You end up eating"

"Well. Yeah, I don't care if you're in the mood and don't wear it, so hurry up. Dili wouldn't be too tired either."

Cordelia smiled so bitterly at Vernor's remarks. Is that a matter of caring if the witchcrafted cordelia is in good shape or hurry? Either way, Cordelia made her way to the castle with Vernault by the time Vernault got tired of the confectionery.

After arriving at the castle, he was at the vanguard of Vernault and followed straight to the front of a room that had come years before without straying. So Cordelia took a deep breath. I know there's Sylvester ahead. But even when I got here, I still had no idea what else to say besides thank you. I thought it would be better if I stayed with Vernault because it would make it extra difficult for me to meet you face to face if I sent you forward, but what should I do? Vernault had told the guards that he should enter the room once only thanks had been conveyed and Cordelia had thought about whether the rest should be confirmed when thoughts had gathered. And following Vernor, who dived through the open door, Cordelia also entered the room.

"Welcome aboard. And... Welcome aboard."

Vernor apparently didn't say anything about bringing Cordelia in. Sylvester had a slightly surprising look on his face. Cordelia looked sideways at Vernault, but Vernault didn't even show a particular look of concern for it.

"Your Highness, it's for you. I'll take care of the rest."

"What, Master Vernault?

"I have a job for once, too. You can do it all by yourself."

Cordelia felt more induced than provoked, but Vernault did not even hear Cordelia's reply and immediately turned his heel back and exited. It looks so light that I don't think it's in front of His Highness.

"Vernor said he couldn't do it again, did he? Sorry, sir."

"Yes, no..., sorry to bother you all of a sudden"

"Don't worry about it. Is your body okay now?

"Yes. Here, thank you. Um, I brought you some sweets too."

Sylvester, who saw what Cordelia was holding, rose out of his chair.

Then slowly approached Cordelia and took it. So I remembered the other day. Cordelia unexpectedly wanted to take a step back, but I enjoyed it a lot. You can't back down to return it, and most importantly, you're not a good opponent for being such a rude person.

"Sure, I got it"

"As far as dirt goes, I think it's falling..."

"It's okay. It's inside anyway, so nobody cares."

That's how Sylvester laughed.

"That's right. If you don't mind, why don't you hang out for a little break?

"Huh?"

"Greenhouse. Because we couldn't guide you before"

Cordelia nodded, not knowing what look to give her, but only careful not to make her face stick.