I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

To the silent Violet, Claudia turned her gaze to Chirali.

The spine, which was stretched with a pin, is bent and its eyes glide on the paper without any compromise as it holds down its dripping hair. I also heard several scratches on the tip of the pen.

A thinner, more wrinkly look between the eyebrows, and a more rugged look. I'm sure Claudia before would have mistaken that expression alone made her feel bad about her reluctance to work. And I was discretionarily underestimating Violet.

I think now that I have a much narrower view myself. Sure, it's a look you can take for a moment, but if you look at it a little, you'll see.

The wrinkles between the eyebrows occasionally diminish, or the lips bent on the letter to loose. Bloating your cheeks like you're upset. I thought about it and tilted my neck, suddenly flashing and running the pen.

Violet seemed to be a much easier type to look at than Claudia had imagined.

Nor would my usual calm attitude be a lie, but I guess what I am now with a little relaxation is also not a crop.

Violet's face will be better visible if she puts her dripping hair in her ear as if it were to interfere.

The eyes I thought were dark were unexpectedly vivid. The color of the hair was more gray than black. Eyelashes are long enough to appear to be shadowed, and a strong eye impression is probably the effect. Though I thought the redness in my lips was strong, it just seemed that way because my skin was white. In fact, in soft pink.

I knew Violet was beautiful. Her appearance has always been beautiful, glossy and gloomy over time, but no change has ever damaged her.

So I thought Violet's appearance would never confuse me now.

The more I look at it, the more I know how superficial what I was looking at was.

"Ah... what's this?"

"Uh-oh!!

Claudia bounced her shoulder against Violet, whose gaze rose without a foretaste, making her unexpected. The reason I didn't scream was because I was too surprised and my throat was tight, but otherwise I would have raised an unusual voice while still upset.

As a prince, and above all as a man, I honestly think it was a good thing that I didn't, but I couldn't avoid even hips that would inadvertently lag behind.

"Um...?

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Correct your posture and try to mislead the scene with a deliberate cough, but probably not so well.

Violet remembered what she wanted to say, as she thought, if she spoke to change the subject sooner than she could get stuck.

"Um, this is it..."

"Was I wrong?

I can do two shadows on one piece of paper when I ride out a little bit to see the pointed part.

Violet's thin fingers silently read through the letters, but Claudia had a line of words and numbers that seemed fine.

"This is salon equipment…"

Even when it comes to salons, I'm not referring only to rooms in student union possession that I'm currently using. It's basically here that I hear and associate with salons, but there are dots of salons in the school that are similar to here.

Salons outside the current location are freely accessible to students, and minimal rest facilities are in place. And the school salon is under the jurisdiction of the Uniform Student Union.

"What about this tea leaf?"

"Ah... same as always"

The numbers are not particularly problematic and the brands are the same.

I don't know what Violet's trying to say, and I frown reflexively. I wasn't in a bad mood, I just got power in my expression over questions that I didn't even think about and answer.

It's just that Violet's had a little atrophy. My eyebrows were lowered symmetrically with Claudia, and she seemed to wonder if it was a good thing to go on with the words.

(Was it good to ask about complexion?)

Also, more things I didn't know.

"... go on"

"Ah...... yes. Um, isn't this tea leaf something you decide to hold?

"I've just been using stuff here for a long time, and I just didn't need to change it. Marcto's tea leaves would be impeccable in quality and flavor."

Marcto is a brand name for tea leaves, but most of the items used in this school are purchased from it. Many nobles will be, not just schools. It's a top notch brand with guaranteed quality and taste. Honestly, this brand has more value than Marcto, at least not in Claudia's knowledge.

And I thought Violet did the same.

"Um, so I'm going to change the brand once... no, is that it?"

"Not really..."

I honestly don't understand Claudia's value. I would never have gone beyond that if I had more quality than I currently have, but if I had such a thing, it would have reached Claudia's ear.

"It belongs to a country called Cardina, but there must have been a shop in Juralia that deals with it."

"Cardina... I've heard of it"

Because the geography of the world is in my head, naturally I've heard of Cardina's place name. However, there is nothing that stands out, although it is certainly a tourist destination, it does not seem to have attracted any special attention as an agricultural area. They say there are many greens, and the mountains and rivers keep the landscape beautiful, but how can there be a lot of inconvenience for people to visit?

I've never been out before. I've only heard of superior knowledge from people, but at least I've never heard of people making things that satisfy students in our school.

I guess I understood the inside of the surprise Claudia. Violet, who nodded once, started explaining from scratch.

"Certainly from Cardina is not well known, nor is it at the feet of Marcto in the general assessment. I don't export that much, so I don't think I can prepare it for the entire school. But... the student council is only involved for the salon, right?

"Ah. School side jurisdiction, not the student council, for use in the cafeteria or purchasing."

Because the majority of those attending the school are aristocrats, the school weighs its autonomy and leaves various decisions to its students and to its representative, the Student Council.

That's why the student council also handles salon equipment, but when it comes to boulder dining rooms and purchasing, it's too different in size, so the adults on the school side manage it properly.

How does that involve Violet's remarks?

"Actually, Cardina's tea picking is just in time. The products from Cardina will be sold over the course of the year, but by their very nature, processing for long-term preservation will cause the flavor to drop dramatically."

It's a common story. Preservation only ensures that it does not deteriorate, and does not retain the state of the word the most. And most importantly, if you want to add something to save it, you have to give up something else.

And the quickest way to do that is to increase shelf life at the expense of flavor.

It will still be sold, so maybe it is somewhat mainstream among the civilian population. Students in this school have fat tongues for better or worse. Regardless of what you find delicious, knowledge is not a value if only to determine the quality of things.

"Then why are you pushing Cardina?"

It's not a place to worry about the price, and if the flavor doesn't cross now, I can't find a reason to bother changing it.

"It does lose flavor when processed, but by way of exception, this is the time before the flavor drops. Of course, the sales period is short."

"... has Violet ever had that?

"A couple of times back in the day...... I personally remember that it was better than Marcto"

"I see..."

Knowing the good is also a kind of obligation to stand on top. Personal preferences are free, but eyes that identify good and bad things are imperative on all sides.

No matter how valuable the cheap and good things were, the first thing we need to learn is a price based on value, a value proportionate to the price.

First and foremost, touching many good things.

Whatever Violet's preference is, her tongue deserves credit. It's better than the ladies there, and it's something that Claudia doesn't have right now.

(Can I give it a try...)

Violet's expression shades more and more anxiously on Claudia, who thinks in silence.

Did you imitate the past? Shouldn't you have spoken? When it was work, I broke it off too much and ran my best, but originally Violet wasn't very good at asserting herself.

Because it was just a role to be scolded, whether you gave an opinion or not.

"Ah, the... I knew, let's keep it this way. Because we only get it this time of year, and the sales period is limited. Sorry, forget it."

Getting ahead of me before I get angry is just as much a habit as being silent.

I let them take the time, so I got my hands on a piece of paper that I had put in my sight to get back to work.

But sooner than Violet's fingertips touched, the glitchy sliding paper fit into Claudia's hands.

"… valuable opinions, thanks"

"Uh... but,"

"You can't leave the change process to the boulders, so I'll take this."

When a boulder changes from a product name to a boulder, it crosses the boundaries of typography editing.

Shaking to Claudia's hand. And with Violet's astonished expression hidden from view, Claudia turned away somewhat awkward.

Claudia herself, still not sure what she wants to do against Violet. Though the impression has improved considerably over when we were at the lowest level, we still have walls to each other to forgive completely.

Every time I get a glimpse of Violet I don't know, Claudia's heart makes a noise. I'm not sure myself what that means to be a heartbeat.

"Ah... you know, thank you"

"I guess this is the one you should thank"

"So you're talking about your son."

Just a little, is it because you heard that voice playing? Is it also empty ear that I felt the sound of the air coming out continued?

At the edge of her sight she seemed to be holding back her licence - like she laughed, what she saw.

Is it just a wish?

"Oh, Vio..."

"That... you were working here?

"Huh...!!

"Hey, are you okay......!?

"What, Miss Violet? Why?"

Claudia's knee making a hard noise as she suddenly tried to get up surprised by the door that was opened, chewing up the pain complaint she was about to get up. The furniture in this room is very sturdy but proportionate and inflexible. A bone that could not be protected by the softness of the skin is screaming, but with the slightest dissatisfaction along with the pain, he stared at his best friend who had come into the room.

"Mira... knock if you want to come in... eh"