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

Under a clear sky, Cordelia left the mansion to head to the Great Bookshelf for the first time in a long time.

After a ghost incident six months ago, this is the first day I've made my way to the castle.

The other day I came to see you, Vernor said, "Speak to me or Jill when you come to the castle. She told me that if I stopped by Jill's place, I could have a good cup of tea." But I didn't know how to tell her because there was nothing I could do to speak up, and I didn't tell her that I was heading out today.

(You'll be very busy right now in the first place)

I have heard that Sylvester accompanied me on my return to Rufina because, no matter how much Rufina herself concealed her identity about the ghost, and whether it was her plan to be raided, as the Kingdom of Christa, she would not return the princess of her targeted neighbour as she was' good luck ', nor would she need to talk about the ghost's previous evil deeds and future judgments.

I think it's about time you came back, even if you were, you'd have a job that you accumulated in your absence, and I'm sorry to interrupt.

So I don't come by today for a good reason, so I'm never avoiding it. If it seems to have a paragraph on it, it is to make sweets and insert them...

"But listen to the proclamation that will be dictated, what should I give you?"

Turns out Jill is Sylvester.

Okay, but I didn't know Jill had that feeling for a long time, so I still feel different about dealing with Jill the way I've been.

My face mumbles when I think about that, but I can't even walk in the castle with a strange look on my face, and Cordelia stopped thinking once.

In any case, we won't see each other today.

It was when I was walking down the corridor towards the Great Bookshelf after arriving at the castle with that in mind.

"Speaking of which, did you hear? In the meantime, the Earl of Heston even spoke directly to His Highness Sylvester about whether or not to take his daughter to the Queen."

"That would be for a long time now. He's confident in his daughter. But in the meantime, the Marquis McCloud is finally here... so this is not the place to talk about it."

"Well, the lady at the Marquis McCloud is only seven years old... let me ask you more, because no one is here."

Having listened to the voices of the two men who spoke so and the footsteps that approached him, Cordelia unexpectedly looked around and hurried to hide herself in the bush just next to the corridor. I hear it well, it may be kindness to note that rumors are not good in this place, but I want to avoid telling them that I am listening to myself, which may be involved in that topic at all costs.

If the rumors are going around like this in the first place, there may be some rumors in Cordelia as well.

"... Well, even if my daughter was a toddler, she thought she had a chance, because it's something I can't hear His Highness's friendship too much about when she says she's grown up. Twenty-seven and seventeen in ten years."

"That would be well ant...... but it would be selling in too fast. I don't know if I have that much left."

"Right. Actually, Your Highness has been thinking about your marriage for a long time."

"Oh, really? Oh, no, that Your Highness wouldn't even consider your own position... is that true? You would never have said that, would you? Neither Majesty said anything."

Apparently, Sylvester didn't have so many signs of a woman.

No, Cordelia knows that, too.

I knew there wasn't a single rumor, and I'm not the type to make you have extra expectations because I have an honest personality. So even if there was an interaction with the lady, the lady herself probably wouldn't have grabbed the bargain.

Although I once thought Jill might be in danger of becoming natural in the future, that was something that I honestly came from favor of -.

(And I'm not, not now)

The footsteps of a man stopped perfectly when he thought that he was still attracting extraordinary interest if he were to become the marriage of the king prince of a country.

"Senior? What's going on?

"Actually... when the Marquis McCloud was pushing my daughter, Her Royal Highness said no in a different way than usual."

"How is it different?

"It was usually lightly embellished. But in the meantime, he said, 'I have a woman who's making me talk to you, so watch her now.'"

Cordelia pushed desperately to the point where she almost blew out unexpectedly.

But the heart didn't make me feel big.

"... isn't that a joke of His Highness?

"Does Your Highness tell jokes?

"But do you really have someone like that? Are you saying that such a shocking encounter was here recently? Or are you the princess of another country?

A junior man asks a senior man how he just says it's unconvincing.

The senior man roared.

"We've all anticipated a lot and in part it's even begun to wager, but in the end the bet is unlikely to come true. Anyway, if you're after a big hole, it's probably something that we all give the same lady the name of, so the magnification is as low as you think."

"Huh? Where the hell is that big fate?"

"You really don't get it? I'm a Pameladian lady. of the sons and childhood of the Frantheim family."

Cordelia, who didn't think her name would come out there, blocked her mouth with both hands. I don't want to scream or erupt any more. That's why I want you to finish the conversation.

But the conversation between the two men never stops.

"Huh? But doesn't that young lady have much interaction with His Highness? You haven't even been at regular tea parties for a long time. Even the Count didn't sell his daughter in."

"Sure, but it doesn't look like you two had no AC. That young lady won a prize at the age of fourteen and gave you a permit for the Great Bookshelf, right? I am seeing His Highness in person at that time. It is unclear whether the interaction continued after that, but at night clubs His Highness has also been offered a dance himself. High popularity from the common people and good households. There would be no point in complaining."

"Er... but isn't it hard"

"What?"

"You must be the daughter of Count Pameladia, right? Aren't you usually afraid to say 'give me your daughter' to that count?"

……

"Look, you can't answer that."

I don't know what you're going to say to people's parents, but I've inherited the grand 'I don't know if I can satisfy my daughter' style of content from Prince Wang. Maybe I can't help it if they think so from the field, and I don't know how Cordelia can convince me now, whether I'm actually scared or not.

But it wasn't a long time before I could think about it now.

"Interesting story, is that something I'm okay with talking about here?

The new voice I heard belonged to Vernault.

The sound of two men breathing in surprise who were rumouring reaches Cordelia's ear. Finally, I can also hear junior men speaking poorer voices at the condition of F, Fran, Frant...... Anyway, he's surprised.

Vernault gave a mild laugh at that appearance.

"Although, I can't be cautious because I enjoy it, too. It's just, what do you think of His Highness in your ear?

"Right. Whatever you want... I don't know if I can recommend gambling too much money."

Oh, my God, they weren't the only ones who came.

Sylvester is there too. Cordelia couldn't help but be surprised at the same time as she put in a penetration wondering if she wouldn't be surprised by Sylvester before Vernault if she had a Sylvester against a junior man in her mind.

(You made it back safely)

I wasn't worried I wouldn't go back, but I was still relieved somewhere.

Yes, I was relieved... but that was only for a moment.

Cordelia's heart struck a stronger and faster bell at the fact that the subject was heard in person than Sylvester's return in the next moment of calm.

Cordelia herself said she didn't do anything wrong, but this is probably as uncomfortable as the two guys who were rumoring.

Yes Cordelia said she thought so, but at least the junior man had a completely different thought than Cordelia.

"So, as you like... Your Highness, how about the truth?

Instead of showing reflection, Cordelia was struck by the desire to pop out now and tap into something called courtesy.

"Hey, you......!

"Because I don't have a chance to ask you this anymore!

"That wouldn't be the problem!!"

Cordelia wants to fully agree with the sad cry of the senior man who just told me not to do it anymore.

Vernault hasn't laughed because he's serious about it. And I can also hear Sylvester laughing modestly, so the attitude of the junior man isn't offensive to him either.

"Right. It's true you answered that to the Marquis McCloud, and it's not a lie. But..."

"But?"

"She's not a woman who likes rumors and gambling a lot like that, so I might be shaken if that kind of story got to my ear."

Hit, two men all together and took a breath.

That would be the case, too.

What a hell of a menace complaint that we may have for ourselves the cause of the King Prince of a country that may be shaken. Even if you say it modestly in your mouth, it's tantamount to telling you never to tear it up.

"" As soon as we discover it, we advise you to stop!! "

"I asked for it."

In contrast to the men who leave in such a hurry, Vernault, with his legs stopped, says, "For your information, you could have been careful after you asked what name was mentioned," but Cordelia sincerely wants you to stop doing anything worse to her heart.

But Sylvester didn't answer that word.

"By the way, did Dili like hide and seek?

"... have you noticed"

I wish you hadn't noticed what you were eavesdropping on, if possible, and I seriously think you wanted to avoid getting out of this bush because you're not dressed up.

But beyond being called upon with certainty, they will find it without taking that long even if they decide to cage castles in the bushes. When he got up and went back to the corridor thinking it was a bad one, Sylvester grinned and Vernault grinned slightly. Think of it as other HR!! I just couldn't say on this occasion.

"I just got back from the kingdom of Durroughs, because I heard you just headed this way when you stopped by the Pameladia house"

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Never mind, because I just went on my own. This is a souvenir. And here's a letter from Lord Rufina."

"Thank you"

Cordelia first thanked me for not touching on the earlier matter, although I had found it.

"Durroughs had many different natural scenery than this one. Lord Rufina said he was tired of seeing it, but he was still proud of it."

"I'd love to see that one day."

"I'll show you then. My lord Rufina has also tapped me into the tourist guide."

For being nervous, it seemed that Jill overlapped Sylvester if he started talking, and the tension faded a little. Jill and I have different voices, but we talk and are doing similar things. Because Sylvester's consciousness that he's somewhere benefactor about the crisis of life works unconsciously, or if he doesn't run away as quickly as he did before.

However, if Jill can really talk like when he's the other person, the story changes......

"... you guys, that's all right, but I don't know if we're gonna make a date here. It's not where I found out who's coming in."

"What!?"

"Oh, honeymoon?

On her honeymoon. If she looked at Vernault momentously thinking she didn't remember making any date promises, Vernault was shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, at least I know Dili doesn't mean to,"

"Vernault, don't be teary. It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Yes, sir. Well, drop by Jill's room, too, Dilly. We'll have time, won't we? I'd rather have a place where people don't ask me because Jill is easier to talk to than His Highness Sylvester."

"Huh...? Yes."

It's not that I don't have any errands at all because I'm here for the big bookshelf, but it's also true that I don't have errands that I really need to do today.

It's also hard to say no in front of you for no good reason. Yet it would certainly also cause rumors to spread, as just now, if you continue to stand talked about.

I'd rather keep the extra rumors than being in a position where I can't decide on my attitude.

I'm going to have to be invited here with my stomach bracketed - thinking so, I just got eyes on Sylvester.

"I'm sorry, I know you're looking for a big bookshelf. But I want to talk to you, too, and I don't know if I can tell you that if you don't hear from Dili, don't worry about it. Go to the big bookshelf."

"Uh... time is fine"

"Good."

And laughing so happily, Cordelia deflected her face reflexively. It's a good thing you're happy, but I'm ashamed to be able to tell you I'm happy to be facing this far.

But that was not the end of Sylvester's words.

"It's this way," Sylvester, who started walking in front of Cordelia to lead the room, inadvertently stopped and looked back.

"And then, I think I heard you... because I'm gonna try really hard to drop the dictation, right?

"Uh, that."

"Because although I made the declaration, I was soon to go to Durroughs. If the conversation had been reset, I'd say it again."

Soon Sylvester's face turned to the front and Cordelia didn't have time to respond. But even if it had been a little longer with Sylvester, I wouldn't have been able to say anything. I still don't know how to handle Sylvester.

Vernor laughed, knowing or not how Cordelia felt like that.

"If you say you heard me, I can agree with you that those guys were afraid of the Count. Can Jill convince you?

"If you're a man who can't do that much, you won't be able to dictate Dili in the first place either. I still don't know what to admit, but I haven't gotten to the point where I can report back to the Count in the first place."

"Well, the more so. Keep your temper empty and Dili won't pull you off."

"Hey, Master Vernault"

"Oh, my God, you're just stabbing him in the nail"

I appreciate that, if you say so, but I want you to do that out of sight. I have no idea how to react to such an exchange in front of me. At this distance, I can't even pretend not to hear you.

Sylvester also laughed loosely at Cordelia who protested.

"In the meantime, just have a cup of tea and go. Because I've been able to brew well lately, too."

"... Huh? Is His Highness going to brew it?

I remember Vernault saying he could have some delicious tea before, but I didn't imagine Sylvester himself would brew it. I've listened back, but the word now says Sylvester will brew himself no matter what he thinks.

But Sylvester hasn't responded.

"Your Highness?"

"Well, I'm sorry... if it's possible, I'd like you to call me by name, not Your Highness, and..."

"Yep..."

"Of course I don't mind 'Your Highness' in public. Even Vernault does that."

Sure, Vernault said something earlier about Sylvester like he usually calls it with Jill, so that's not a mistake either.

(I wonder if my friend calls me Your Highness because it means it's far away)

However, calling me 'Dear Sylvester' is a little distracting.

"So... is it still Dear Jill...?

I find it strange to call you Jill for not looking Jill, but what Cordelia knows is Jill, not Sylvester. Though he is the same person, Cordelia doesn't know the side of Sylvester.

Ask him terribly, Sylvester grinned.

"Thanks"

"No."

"I knew you'd just call me that and calm down."

Seeing Sylvester so relieved, Cordelia realized that Sylvester could never afford it either.

It may not be something called leopard weirdness, but Sylvester also seemed to be somewhere nervous about how Cordelia would take it, although he was bewildered by how it looked a lot different than before.

(Well, I haven't heard back from the person I confessed to, and there's no way I wouldn't be nervous...)

I've never confessed, so I don't know clearly, but somehow I can predict.

I could never afford to think of it that way, but if I did, I could afford just a little bit of it in my heart.

Of course, there's still some apologies and hindsight, but it's just that this situation wasn't leaving me alone.

That's the only thing that makes me feel safe.

"If you have a delicious cup of tea, I'll have to prepare some sweets next time."

"Oh, handmade? When that happens, no matter how you scratch this, you have to make a cup of tea that will satisfy this young lady. Hey, Your Highness?

"... is that even possible to re-brew it until I'm convinced I can let it out first?

Sylvester was lost in the browning vernault with a voice that could be taken seriously.

Plus Cordelia and Vernault laughed unexpectedly.

(I still don't know how to get back to you, but maybe it would be quicker to get my thoughts together if I didn't mind too much)

At least Sylvester, who gripped the bet with a smile, hasn't done anything to bury it from the outer moat. Then you should be able to face it again and take some time to think about it.

Cordelia felt so clearly when she saw Sylvester seriously thinking about bumps and which tea to choose.