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

It shouldn't be misheard.

But too abruptly Cordelia could not reply.

But it also seemed to Sylvester that it was within the assumptions.

"I'm not talking about wanting a response right away. However, if Dili doesn't even want to see my face anymore, if anything happens, I don't want you to hesitate to say it sooner. If you tell me directly, I'll just give up. 'Cause I'm not gonna make you feel bad."

Sylvester smiled at the bewildered cordelia and slowly stretched his spine, thinking he fell on his back as he did.

"So, Your Highness!?"

Jasmine's flock is in front of him, and there won't be anything like getting caught in the twig because the tall grass just grows behind him, but the ground is never soft. So doing that should make you remember the pain. I don't want to think I suddenly feel sick, but if I'm not feeling well, it's not too bad. Sylvester had a calm look on his face as Cordelia broke her knee and bent in wondering what the hell it was all about.

"I said it. I couldn't tell you for eight years, so I kind of lost my mind."

"Huh?"

"Well, that's dude"

Speaking of eight years, isn't that where we met?

"The face that fell out between Dili's is kind of unusual."

"Eh."

"You don't have to hide it"

Sylvester, looking at Cordelia, who accidentally tried to cover her face with one hand, narrowed her eyes, raised her torso.

"But it's really neat. I knew I was worried about keeping my mouth shut, and I thought you might hate me, but I was relieved to see you worried. Dili was Dili."

"What does that mean"

"Just like that. But I'm blown out now, so be prepared."

"Huh...?

"Like I said, I don't want an immediate response, and if not, I was going to give it up, because if not, I wouldn't hesitate anymore"

And with the glance directed at him, Cordelia turned away unexpectedly. My heart is making loud noises. I felt like I could make my face more and more red to the sound of it. I don't feel like telling myself to calm down would make that happen.

(I never saw Jill or His Highness in that sense!

But that fierce heartbeat dragged out of order and increasingly confused memories of when we had been together before - dancing at the age of twelve, before going to Weltrian territory, when it was the first time, and when we went to Fulvia.

"Something tells me you're really glad I'm looking at your face right now. And I should have told you sooner."

"Don't look! What kind of face are you talking about?"

"Probably the face Dillie thinks it is.... I'd really like to relax more like this, but I just have to go home now. 'Cause I'm putting in the preamble, but until I see your face, I'm gonna make you worry."

And standing up, Sylvester offered his hand to Cordelia.

The overlaid hand was immediately pulled.

"Well... first, shall we go apologize? Elvis has to explain it to me, but I have to do it right."

The words made Cordelia feel somewhere fluffy, suddenly returning to reality.

Upon his return to the Wang capital, he was greeted by Vernault and Clive on the walls of the castle.

Vernor was shrugging his shoulders.

"The knights were confused because I gave the order in His Highness's appearance and His Highness was at the scene. I'm guessing you're thinking of some excuse you can't replace properly?

"Yeah. For once."

"Right. Then you can properly tell Count Pameladia why your return was only slightly delayed when you were supposed to have left the scene first."

"I guess that's a sincere apology."

He also seemed to know that Vernor's condition was the return of the stopover and that Cordelia already recognized that Jill and Sylvester were the same person.

Once he took Sylvester's hand off the horse and Cordelia also lowered his horse, Vernault slowly approached the two. And from the front, I turned my arms around Cordelia and Sylvester's neck.

"Good. I was just worried."

Cordelia took a breath when she was told her candid thoughts in words that were also close to sighing. But soon the tension dissolved, and the expression broke.

"I'm home."

"I'm home."

As Cordelia and Sylvester's voices overlapped, Vernault let go of her body and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, first of all rest slowly...... I just wanted to say...... Hey, Clay. Thinking about when you explained it to Count Pameladia, you feel pretty hopeless about it, don't you?

"I apologize for that, but I can't recommend Her Highness send you Miss Cordelia."

To the words of Clive, Cordelia clung her cheeks.

Of course I know it's an angry case, but that look told the story more about the situation than the two words.

"… Your Highness. I can go home alone if I'm from here. Let me explain the situation to your father."

I don't think there's anything about Elvis being angry with Sylvester, but there's still a little anxiety left to assure you.

But Sylvester shook his head sideways.

"It's dark, and I'll send it. Besides, I think Elvis needs to talk to me."

"Dili, give it up. His Royal Highness won't listen when he says it out. So is your patience, and if he's like pulling here in the first place, he's not going to the woods."

Normally, I'd like to ask if Vernault would have invited me, but I couldn't afford the cordelia right now.

It's just that Vernor was right, Cordelia couldn't find a way to get Sylvester to stay. Cordelia quietly wished that Elvis and Sylvester would still be able to finish the explanation peacefully, even though it would make her feel difficult to describe herself in a face-to-face setting.