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

All I'm saying is that the greenhouse guided was designed by Elvis, and the exterior is very similar to that of the Pameladian family. But the scale is wider than that of the Pamela family. That would mean in the castle.

But I'm less comfortable than that. Until I got here, Sylvester never opened his mouth in particular, so Cordelia followed me in silence, but it doesn't mean the air is heavy. Just awkward.

"Go ahead."

The greenhouse was full of colorful flowers.

Unlike cordelia greenhouses for practical use, the flowers that are predominantly appreciative have glamour. There were many flowers in the south, and the entrance was particularly bright.

"Well."

Unexpectedly the zero voice was suppressed with both hands in haste, but the flowers were still so beautiful that they could not take their gaze off.

"We also do improvement research in the back, but please come here first"

"Yes."

Through the flowers, there was a green space, similar to Cordelia's greenhouse. It was a place with lots of medicinal herbs, but there were small red fruits on the foot-height nursery floor where Sylvester stopped.

"Strawberries, is it?

"Yeah, I'm one of them. It is an easy to cultivate type that does not choose the season if it is other than in winter and is characterised by a strong acidity. It's refreshing and delicious."

Yet Sylvester took two fruits in his hand. Then I put one in my mouth, made sure it tasted, and then offered the other to Cordelia.

"Thus, we are taking a break. You should wash it too."

But Sylvester was eating as he was, and fruitful as drooling. That wasn't bordering on the soil. Before Cordelia tried to say she didn't care, Sylvester wrapped water in the air, washed strawberries, and fogged the water again.

"Thank you"

That's royalty, he's very capable of exercising magic. But what a waste of sorcery talent, Cordelia received it, taking the heta part and putting it in her tease mouth. Then the taste of preference spread in my mouth. I prefer Cordelia, which has a moderate acidity to something with a strong sweetness.

"Delicious."

"Good."

I forgot to salute him because it was an unintentionally zero word, but Sylvester was rather laughing happily. I'm not supposed to be used to seeing that face, but it also looks like a familiar look.

And Cordelia looked at the look and smiled nervously but consciously.

Maybe I'm overthinking it. However, if it is a confirmation that cannot be spoken in public, there is only one occasion to try it now. Cordelia opened her mouth, feeling the ringing heart noise.

"Thank you, Master Jill"

"Yeah."

There's no way you have a name other than yourself, so maybe you just responded reflexively, even with another name. Still too natural a word, Cordelia felt her heart continue to strike the early bell as she continued to grin floating.

"Huh?"

Cordelia couldn't tell what Sylvester's short words meant after a little silence. I'm starting to feel strong enough to think that I have to be sure even if I subtract that, although it can be a letdown of getting the other person's name wrong.

Either way, Cordelia took the bet. And the answer should turn out in Sylvester's next word - Cordelia's ear, who thought so, received a footstep that was faster than Sylvester's response and approached from a distance.

"Excuse me, Your Highness!

The guard, who raised his voice a little further away, approached him with a small run as Sylvester turned his face towards you. The guard seemed a little surprised that Cordelia was there, so Cordelia took a step back. If you have a message, don't get in the way of it.

The guard dropped by Sylvester to tell him what the matter was, and Sylvester opened his eyes.

"What? That's not supposed to be tomorrow."

"Yep. But..."

"... well, yeah. You can't keep me waiting even if it's early."

Apparently, it was also a promise to meet people.

Then I will have to leave myself. But the timing is too bad. If you leave without a hiatus, I don't even know how to ask you next, or if the time will come to make sure next.

(Yeah, it's definitely not something I need to be sure of... maybe not...)

Either way, there's nothing I can do right now. I guess Sylvester, with a sorry look on his face, is also trying to encourage Cordelia to go home. So before that, it was when I tried to offer to take my seat off Cordelia.

"Oh, my God, are you having trouble with what I did so quickly?

There stood a slightly dripping red-eyed, gray-haired woman spinning old words.