The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

With my invitation to the royal palace approaching tomorrow and stressed out at a level that puts a hole in my stomach, I visited the Snabble family to see you, Ursh.

Wolsh, you healed me!!

The contents are black, but still, Ursh, you are my healing!!

I went to visit and found out, Ursh, that you haven't been home much lately, have you?

Wolsh, I hear you are often drawn to your workplace to create new magic items.

The last time I saw him all over the city, he said it was a great time.

The servant who responded was better off taking out the carriage.

I'm coming to your workshop, Ursh, which is currently a short distance from the heart of the Wang capital.

At six, he said he was being given his own workplace... what do you think?

Besides, isn't this workplace a little too big?

After storing about three fighter planes, it looks like it could be serviced, right?

... That's a hard metaphor to understand.

Anyway, there's a two-story wooden house inside such a large brick warehouse.

Yes. In the building, the building.

I'm currently upstairs in that house with Ursh, who's hammering down the demon stone.

Just the two of us.

The servant who sent me this far, he left like he was busy, didn't he?

It's inadvertent to leave two kids alone.

I'm the Duke's Lady for once, and Ursh, you're the son of a big businessman, aren't you?

What would you do if a kidnapper for ransom or something came along? It's dangerous.

If we let the two of us get away with it, it's overkill and catastrophic, right?

Oh, yeah. They won't be after me, here.

"Heh, you're going to the queen's tea party tomorrow? Is that it? Isabella, how old are you now?

You lift your face as you stop your hands from work and take off your glasses like a round metal goggle.

Even though you're the haz of a sword and magic fantasy world, you look like the only inhabitant of a steampunk world with that goggle, Ursh.

Well, you look amazing, so there's nothing wrong with that.

Rather, the image changes from a cute healing system to a perfectly good one.

I mean!! Ursh, to discover your new charm, that's why you're an inner whack!!

She's a woman who feels masculine when she looks like an artisan working in the manufacturing industry! I am!!

Answer a pot of tea with one hand while hiding such a haha inside.

"I'm six. It's early for the tea party, but I couldn't help but be officially invited. Hey, I made you some tea, but where's the teacup?

"Oh, thanks. Tea, put it in. Then maybe I can get the second prince to see me.

"Huh? Why? Well, since it's a royal palace, Your Highness will live there, but the second prince is certainly six years old, just like us, so he won't be at the tea party, will he? And which is" it ”? Here?"

"Yeah, that.... Well, it's just my prediction.

Sitting so you can hold the back of your chair, Ursh, you make a bad prediction.

As far as I'm concerned, I basically don't want to see the attacking character...

Already, even if I was engaged to you, Ursh.

"Wolsh, if you expect me to, I'm afraid I'm going to hit you. And you really want a cup of tea here? This... is a beaker, isn't it?

Yes, Beaker. Glass containers to be drugged with experiments in the science lab or something.

Now you're willing to drink tea, seriously...

"I knew the name of that well was Beaker. That's fine. Oh, I didn't leave the cup.

Ugh, I used it in an experiment in elementary school science in my last life, so I knew the beaker, but on second thought, the six-year-old duke's warrant has no edge or itch on the beaker.

There was no way I knew.

Well, Ursh, I don't think I'm willing to ask you in depth, so good.

Nevertheless, even though there are tea leaves and pots, there is a good chance that I don't have a cup, so I drink it in a beaker from time to time.

The son of the Chamber of Commerce will never be able to put a cup in his workplace, so he's probably indifferent to what's going on around him.

If I leave you alone, you're the type to pull and work for days, damn it.

I'm gonna pull it off and immerse myself in the work, Ursh, while it's gonna be nice, too.

I'm afraid I'm going to die of loneliness and starvation, like I did in my previous life, so I'll come and see how things go and give it a rest every now and then.

"I have to use a beaker and drink weird things by mistake, so I'll leave this behind.

Previously, Ursh, you and your father-in-law take the cup of lemonade out of the [closet].

You didn't know what to do with the empty cup, and you were washing it and treating it again.

I received a cup poured with tea, and I see you noticed, Ursh.

"Oh, this is the cup that had lemonade in it. My dad recently sold it in a bottle. I divided it with water or hot water to make it drink, if you like.

I see, then I can drink at home, and I think I'll have some sunshine.

I remembered in the lemonade that Ursh, the [appraisal] you have and my [greed (epilepsy)] seem to be something different.

"Speaking of which, Ursch, you hit the lemonade ingredient back then because you did [appraisal], didn't you?

"That's right."

Yeah. I knew it wasn't.

In fact, after that, when I realized that I had [Greed] skills, I did [Greed] of lemonade just like you, Ursh.

And the appraisal results that came out...

"Hot Lemonade"

Warm, sweet and sour drink.

Slight recovery of state anomalies. Especially effective for "panic states".

I know that the notation that used to be "SAN value 3 recovery" at the time of the game has turned into a fuzzy and ambiguous expression, such as "slightly recovering a state anomaly".

Wolsh, you don't see things like ingredients or raw materials.

In other words.

Isn't my [greed] skills a degraded version of my normal [appraisal] skills? That's the thing.

Well, what do we do?

Even if you think about it alone, you won't know it by my head.

Because I don't know in the first place how capable the normal [appraisal] is

[Appraisal] I want to talk to Ursh. I feel the earliest, don't I?

"Isabella, aren't you going to sit down? If you want to talk to me, why don't we sit down first?

As always, Ursh, you're good at reading thoughts from my expression.

Sweet for your words, let's talk about it.

If you have someone you can count on, it wouldn't be a mistake to talk to.

Ursh, when I sit in the chair across from you, I open my mouth thinking about the information I can get out at the moment.

"Actually, in the meantime, I noticed when I was checking [status] that I seem to have similar skills to [appraisal], too, because” similar ”is not what you call [appraisal] abilities, Ursh, but actually [appraisal] and how much difference or error is there? I wondered.

All right, is this the kind of information that looks good to get out?

As for "Demon Eye," let's talk about it a little more after we figure it out with you, Ursh.

Listen to me, I've been thinking about it for a while, Ursh. You open your mouth.

"First, before I think about that question, I need to ask you something, okay?

"Yes. What would it be?

"Where did you get that” status check "for” who ”?

To whom?

To whom?

I don't think checking [status] is like asking people to do it.

"In my room, it was me, but..."

"Yeah. That's what it was like, the way Isabella said it earlier.

Hmm? What? What are you saying?

Did I say something weird that didn't taste good?

"Does that mean Isabella can view a list of her abilities, called” status ”,” on her own "?

Yes?

Huh?... Huh?

Something, the way you put it...

"Isabella... You better not tell anyone else about that. Because I can't do it normally.