Fake Cinderella

The second morning came when I opened the stall.

Sales on the first day are at a high point. The first time I made it was sold out, and the extra half sold out.

Although there is the other half of the extra portion, the cookies, the amber candy and the molasses beans are not raw. At this time of winter, I can afford a week. It's perfectly fine to sell it whenever it lasts until the end of the Founding Fathers' Festival.

(Of course, I'll sell all of this by the end of the day)

"I had a hiccup yesterday, but if it's over, it's all good.... Lady, what are you going to do today?

"Of course, we'll go in yesterday's form"

"And you make me do the bagging in the street."

"Not all, though."

I know I should sell it with a peel, but I still couldn't throw away the cuteness of the package.

So I decided to pack some of the merchandise in the street. Specifically just some of the paper bag packaging type cookies and molasses beans.

(The bagging of everything else is quite annoying.)

The space in the stall is so limited that it's impossible to do all the packaging here.

But I also know very well that some people are relieved because they can see inside when they pack it here, albeit in part.

Also, a large bag of paper bag type is fifty dee for one bag, but I sell three small pieces of candy type for fifty dee. As far as quantity goes, there are more big bags in there, but the candy type stuff sells surprisingly well.

(You want to try a lot of different flavors one at a time. Yeah. Because I know that very well!

"Oh, the one who bags it this way, definitely bless Lela before you bring it"

"Is the blessing you get from Lela that important?

It's not a hassle, the words seep out of my mouth.

I somehow found out that Rug lives in an orphanage with a cathedral, but apparently doesn't believe in the Mother Goddess.

"It matters.... I've told you before, haven't I? The recipe for this will sooner or later stop at the cathedral, so the similarities will be controlled by the cathedral. But not right now. When they insist on selling a similar recipe, it differentiates what they're blessed with."

"Differentiation…"

"Yes. I'm confident in the flavor. You can make your customers want to eat more if you can eat them even once...... although not everyone because they have a preference.... If you make it using the same ingredients, even a similar product probably doesn't make that much difference in appearance. But if you're blessed, you get a church mark. If you can get it on ribbon or wax paper, that'll prove it."

You won't even be able to counterfeit church stamps when it comes to the kind of people who make a fortune with recipes they imitate.

"Young lady, you're thinking a lot."

"... I thought with regular cash income in the orphanage, we could all live a little easier"

"Huh?"

"That the orphanage is poor. Yet I am very grateful that you put me without prying into the circumstances. You never tried to hit me, even though neither you nor Rufa hated nobility. Instead, you would have been very kind."

Thank you for that, thank you. I told him.

"... no, how do you know that... no, because your daughter is a nobleman, but not like the nobleman I hate..."

Rag gave a pompous look for a moment, then, he spoke as quickly as a blindfold.

"Thanks for thinking so"

I smile.

Rag gave a disappointing head with some confused look.

"... you don't have to."

"What is it?

"I can tell even a noble princess is such a snob. And yet you really thank us.... You really wanted to go home soon, didn't you? Yet we're stuck in a confectionery stall... really, I'm surprised."

"Fine, you look great, don't you?

The prominent hair was neatly braided and hidden under a triangular scarf. And what I'm wearing today is an extremely simple apron dress.

Unlike aristocracy, the common man has no complicated dress code. The length of the skirt is not that long even for adults, and enough to be judged unmarried if you give it hair and it's dripping in a married person. Of course, that's not an absolute rule either.

(... You can knit me up because I'm married)

"Oops.... hey lady"

Rug's eyes float with funny colors that even prank him.

"What is it?

"... you know, there's a rumor that there's a billboard girl in our stall."

"Are you a billboard girl?

I tilted my neck small.

"Damn. He's got other HR faces, but it's about you, lady"

"Huh?

All the kids who were nearby as well as Rag laughed at my slightly dumb face like that.

**********

"Welcome"

If anyone is walking nearby, just speak up.

That's it, people's consciousness goes this way.

When you see each other, smile and talk.

"Are you going to the diocese now?

"Oh, yeah"

If I reply with one word, it's already over here.

"Enjoy your tasting, if you like. It's a blessing from my mother."

Jarro, who waited next to me, just offered me a cookie.

"Thanks"

The point here is to keep it properly in your ear that you are receiving the blessing of the Mother Goddess.

You can buy it here, but it's not the drop we assume, so we won't be forced to go after someone who's left with just a scratch and tasting in his mouth.

"Please, stop by on your way home"

(The battle is back)

This is a trap for as many people as possible to eat to get there.

(If you can eat it, you'll know how good it tastes)

If you thought it would taste good to go, you should want to try it again on your way home, even if you don't buy it.

(That's like I'm going to buy the other half)

On the way home from the cathedral, the first taster we meet does not have cookies.

"Welcome. One, please."

What I offer is a pinch of molassed beans in a tong. About three fig grains.

"Eh, that cookie..."

"Hollow cookies are available in the back. Thank you."

If my kids told me that, the more or less adults would buy me one big bag or a set of three small pieces. A set of three subdivisions can also be a souvenir while securing one's share.

If it's advertised this way but only tasting, then you don't have to chase it because it's not a customer.

We don't want to push, and we have a lot of other customers.

"Thank you. It's a hundred deer with two hollow cookies."

It's the job of the slightly older kids to give you the merchandise and receive the money. Then, after handing over the item, the taster with the cookie cage drops you off.

"If you like, one last thing, please"

I had an opinion that the person who bought it didn't need a tasting, but yesterday some of the people who tested it after I bought it had brought others in the afternoon or come back to buy it, so I decided to give it to them without a kettle.

The tasting was handed to me at first, but I had a few customers who frowned on the handing, so I asked Rufa if she had anything, and she told me about the bamboo thong. After trying not to be user-friendly, all the tasters started giving it to you in a tong.

The good thing about kids is that they improve fine as soon as they realize it.

"... uh, lady, no, it's this evening."

"Huh? Evening?

It's time for the Archbishop to come to the diocese.

"... how long is the evening?

Although some stalls do it at night, this stall in the orphanage is over when the sun falls.

"Uh, when the Archbishop comes down, I know because I'll definitely go this way"

"And that's good news for your daughter."

Rufa, who brought me an extra order, tells me.

"The bishop of the diocese told me to prepare twenty sweets for sale as souvenirs"

"By what time?

"Let the cathedral deliver to the little ones at 4: 00."

"Huh? Why to the little ones?

"Let the little ones look healthy and do it, and you'll be halla to withdraw the orphanage funds from the Archbishop."

That's what that old man's gonna think, and Rug flaunts his shoulder.

"... Could it be that you are being exploited?

Probably. I asked.

"Uh, there's nothing like being exploited, our orphanage"

"Forty percent of this stall's sales go to the cathedral because it's a long time ago, and it's not exploitative or anything."

"That old man is just quite a jerk.... Otherwise, he said he wouldn't come to the cathedral with only four orphanages in the capital."

"Really?

"That's right. It's nothing for us."

"Normal..."

I'm not sure what they mean by normal.

"I don't spoil you because you're a kid, but if you say you want to study, you also let me go to school properly... I don't mind letting go of saying you're a good person, but, well, you're a good adult"

"... Really?"

Although it's not a very reassuring explanation, it's probably okay because they're convinced.

"I kept a secret about your daughter. If the old man finds out, he can't sneak back to the mansion."

"If I found out I'd picked up a noble lady, I knew the bishop would make a fuss. I still didn't know what happened to your daughter at that time, so I thought you were some kind of wakaari."

"Thanks for your concern"

I think so from the bottom of my heart.

Paying the gratuity was an unproductive thing. Because His Highness is not the one who gets laid for that.

But I'm not supposed to be here, so I have trouble making a scene.

(If you make a loud noise, I'm worried about the person who made the noise)

So I'm very grateful for the two of you noticing.

"Did you need a cup of tea?

"You don't have one at the moment. Aren't tea treats used as planned?

(... it's too late to eat souvenirs, isn't it?)

"Can I pull off the little ones I'm going to deliver?

"Fine."

(I hope you noticed...)

If it was a treat that was the subject of discussion in the city, I would definitely want to eat under the sion. Yeah, probably, every hand...... you must definitely use your own caretaker or secretary to get it.

And it seems that the treats I make are special for Shion Tsubaki.

I've never clearly checked with the person, but from the point of view of Lilia's words and actions, it's probably the level where she would ask me for an approximate favor if I gave her a cookie cage.

So I thought if you could eat hollow cookies or molasses or amber sugar as a tea treat, you'd notice right away if you were under Scion. I was sure you'd come to see me if you did.

But I don't know if you'll notice me if you don't eat.

(Well, originally, it's just too much of a mess to go)

But when I thought about it, I felt like that was the only way, and it seemed like a great idea.

I get my own made treats to taste and get noticed under Scion to make contact... sounds so easy to put into words, but when I'm put in that phase like this, the coincidence element is too strong to do it.

(... Could it be me, a hugely stupid kid...)

I was talking about an operation, but when I called it an operation, I felt that His Highness Nadir was going to kill me.

(... I think I figured out why Phil's always about to get killed)

In the meantime, unlike Phil, I'm the only one involved, so it's okay because I'm just gonna get what I deserve.

"... lady? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

If it's over, it's all right. Thank you. - Some words.

If I could eventually go back, I'd congratulate you on that.

(Congratulations and I'll let it end!

I said, clenching my fist.

"... let's just sell it"

"Huh?"

"It's evening to come. Let's sell this out by then."

"Huh? Why?

"It doesn't matter to us?

"I want to be prepared for the unforeseen."

"What's the contingency?

"I don't know, but it's unforeseen because I don't know."

"Well, fine..."

"There's no difference in selling."

I nodded to the two words with the face that I deserved it.