Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～

When I stopped by the Grand Bookshelf, Cordelia began to insert sweets into Sylvester and Vernault from time to time, and then Clive. And sometimes we eat together when the time is right, and tea is behaved.

When Sylvester first behaved like tea, Cordelia was surprised that it tasted better than she could have imagined. I originally knew Jill seemed to have a handful of personalities, but it's only surprising that the tea that Prince Wang himself brews is still too delicious. Anyway, he's a born royal.

(Even though it's more normal that I've never brewed...)

It's not surprising, though, to be brewed, if you think back on your behavior from childhood. Even if 'Jill's brewed tea would be delicious too' next to it and Vernault, who is saying it like he did, couldn't brew it at all, I somehow feel like if it were 'Jill' I could tell.

But that's not why Cordelia is also behaved like a tea every time.

It's only 'when the time is right'.

Today, for example, I had heard in advance from Vernault that it was a busy day. So Cordelia is going to head to the Grand Bookshelf without staying long after making the plug-in.

There is also the option of visiting the day once again, but unfortunately Cordelia plans to travel to Pamela territory in a few days' time. Something to do with the store, and today is the last time you can come to the Grand Bookshelf before you leave.

(Your Highness used to say sweet things taste better than they used to when you were tired, and Master Vernault can always please you... if you just give it to him, you'll have no problem today)

It won't take long, and it won't be a bad thing.

But that much thought Cordelia noticed one thing all the time.

(... 'Lady Jill', not His Highness, in front of you, and I need to call you)

The premise is, of course, to look at the surrounding situation, but Cordelia strives to call it 'Jill' as much as possible. But even if I am conscious, I often have the honor of "Your Highness". This is already like a reflex, so I don't think I have a choice until I get used to it.

However, that was only Cordelia's idea, and Sylvester's idea was different.

Sylvester seems to have thought that if it's hard to call it, you can call it until you get used to it, and suggests that Cordelia 'practice calling it, let's try it' several times when she calls it 'Your Highness'.

Even if you can't resist calling it 'Dear Jill' in itself, it's embarrassing to practice calling it. That's why the quickest solution would be for Cordelia not to call it wrong if she were to stop the practice she calls it. However, it is still likely to be a battle against time.

But as I was thinking about it, I saw a shadow walking from the front and found out that apparently Cordelia didn't have to go to Sylvester to get better.

Because it was Vernault who came from the front. Pass the confectionery to Vernault and it will reach everyone, and there will be no going and disturbing them. One stone and two birds.

Cordelia handed Vernault the sweets she had in her hand after giving her usual greetings and receiving a response.

"Enjoy yourselves."

But Vernault, who received the confectionery, gave a strange look.

"You're not going to stop by?

"You'll be busy. I won't disturb you."

Vernault had some meaningful look on his face if Cordelia tilted her neck to see what he would say when he said he was busy in the first place.

"You're light, aren't you?

"Nothing can be imitated to disturb the executive."

That's about all you know about Vernault. Rather, if it is Vernault, do you even know what it feels like to be interrupted?

Cordelia thought so, but never spoke.

I'm floating around at times like this, and I'm telling you that Vernault's expression like now probably doesn't think about a lot of things. So not to look is self-defense.

Having so decided, Cordelia hurried to the Great Bookshelf before saying anything extra.

But on the road to the Great Bookshelf, Cordelia met Clive, who now holds a crate.

As always, Clive wrinkles between his eyebrows, looking nervous.

(... No, I think that's your face that your luggage is heavy)

If you look closely, Clive's fingertips turn white and I feel a little trembling. Not to be disturbed, Cordelia gave way greatly, and I also thought I was sorry to make her stop.

But Clive, realizing it, stopped his leg against Cordelia's idea.

"Were you there"

"Good day, Master Clive."

"Good afternoon. To Your Highness, after this?

Clive, who would have found Cordelia's destination to be the Great Bookshelf from the direction, asked that in a questionable but almost certain manner. Like Vernor, Cordelia's grand bookshelf visit and tea treat time seems to be considered like a set.

So Cordelia smiled bitterly and shook her head to the side.

"It looks like you're busy today, so I think I'll give you another chance. However, since we met Master Vernault earlier, we have taken care of the treats. Be sure to have it with us, Master Clive."

To Cordelia's words, Clive deepened the wrinkles between his brows.

But Cordelia shouldn't have said anything particularly disturbing.

Clive opened his mouth as Cordelia, wondering, was about to lean her neck.

"You don't care about me or Lord Vernault, you can just give it to His Highness. It'll take a lot of work."

That's what I said. Clive's expression was very serious.

Cordelia blinked at the words.

Cordelia doesn't make so many sweets, she thinks it doesn't change for one or three people. But on second thought, it's no wonder Clive doesn't know how to make confectionery and thinks it's going to take a lot of work. Because if you are a common nobleman, the opportunity to cook rather than confectionery first is rare.

"Thank you for your concern. But Master Clive. I am never just making it for Your Highness. Your Highness is right."

"Really?

"Yes, because I'm just bringing a friend's breath offering"

Instead, I don't even feel like saying that Vernault is more of a confectionery than Sylvester. However, I kept my mouth shut because I felt Clive was about to hang his eyelids if I spoke of it.

But to Cordelia's words, Clive looked like he had eaten.

(I don't think you have to be so surprised...?

Clive also usually drinks tea with him, so you should know that the current relationship between Cordelia and Sylvester is not something you can describe other than a friend. So rather wondering what might surprise him, Clive groaned very seriously.

"Excuse me. I thought if... You really hadn't responded yet"

"... what?

"I was wondering if you would just hide it until after all the adjustments"

Cordelia nearly blew out at the word, but she could see it all the time.

What the hell does the various adjustments refer to?

Instead, what did he always think of the sight he sees? I think they imagined something a long way from reality......

But that's how Clive seemed to be thinking of something again while Cordelia was thinking.

"... Then visit me when you're done with your big bookshelf errands. I have been working in the Third Library for a while. I'll talk to you so I can get through the fold you were in."

"Huh? Um, what can I do for you?

Cordelia doesn't know what Clive's asking her to do.

Instead, I don't think I've ever received a personal request before, especially since I'm not rushing a visit to the Grand Bookshelf, enough to prioritize you if you need anything.

That way, at last, we'll also be able to help Clive carrying heavy looking luggage. I don't have to wonder what it would be like to offer that to a man, but Clive's hands are always shaking spicy in small pieces even while we're talking like this. So you should be able to help a little bit.

But Clive ran out clearly in a way that didn't make him feel such a fingertip circumstance.

"No, it's not enough to give you priority. It's simply an invitation to drink tea."

"Huh?... tea, is it?

"Your Highness, even if you can't afford to brew your own tea, you should take enough breaks to drink. If a friend has come to visit, he can't say he's going to rest later."

Cordelia was once again surprised by Clive's insistence that Cordelia was reluctant.

Clive's claim seems to be rather to come in the way. I was speaking to Cordelia asking if Vernault would stop by too, so maybe Sylvester's busyness isn't a training ground to contend for a moment.

But that's just the opinion of the two of us, and I think it could get in the way if Sylvester is concentrating. So Cordelia, who hasn't seen the scene, doesn't have all the ingredients she can say, 'Okay, I'm sorry to bother you'.

But in anticipation of that, Clive continued the conversation without looking at Cordelia's complexion.

"Your Highness can't really rest if he's too focused. If you're a friend, you can hang out with me for your Highness's sake or for tea."

"But..."

"Speaking of how easy it is to understand His Highness's situation right now, I think it's like your father. I hear you're not going to rest if you tell me to."

That would be in perfect condition to pinch the rest.

Yes, Cordelia understood in Clive's explanation. Maybe I'm busier than I imagined earlier, but if I don't pinch my break, my performance will also drop.

Most importantly, if you think calmly, there's no mistake because Clive, the type who is true to the rules, says it in the first place, and I can't think of any room to argue with it.

(But considering you were initially on guard, that's an amazing change)

I used to hook up Elvis to get him off guard, but I still think if I tried to get closer to Sylvester, I would have definitely touched the upscale.

Of course, I didn't want to get any closer at the time.

"Are you sure you want to accept this?"

"Ah... yes. But again... it's an amazing word to say a friend of His Highness"

"It would be now. Besides, didn't they say it out of the blue earlier?"

"I'm not willing to correct that word, because I never dared think too deeply"

But again, where I thought so, I don't feel rushed at all, probably because I've felt the shock of Sylvester being Jill first. In the future, I was surprised enough to think that I would be able to afford to deal with most things, even if something unexpected happened.

But to Cordelia, who said so, Clive threw a frightened word.

"I think it would be a little pitiful for His Highness to say it with a friend after a deep thought, so I was wondering if that would be all right."

The word I was told is a little uncomfortable for Cordelia.

I'm not being told to give Sylvester a good color reply as white, but if the cause of that pity is on me, I'm kind of sorry. However, it may be a shameful story to say that I am sorry.

"Nothing. I think I can fall either way."

"... Huh?

"It's on your face. You're not a very straightforward person on your face, but you're not very good at talking about this."

Though I got the point, I don't know what my face looks like. But Clive didn't explain that any further.

"In any case, I hope to entrust your determination to Your Highness herself, your friend, no matter how you fall, so even if your thoughts do not come true, you will want it."

Miscellaneous and terrible things differ little from what Clive usually says about Sylvester. It also sounded like the kind of word Vernault was going to say.

I guess the words that don't seem like that are considerate of Cordelia.

So here Cordelia also decided to be flushed by that compassion.

"So can I make you some tea as a friend today? I've never served it to Master Clive, but he brews it pretty well."

"I'm interested, but you shouldn't"

"... shouldn't you?

Cordelia blinked her eyes because she didn't think it would be rejected with an instant answer.

Against such a cordelia, Clive ran out of words in his true face.

"Please take another opportunity. At any rate, it would be better to say that you will be drowning when your work is settled, and your Highness will be more in the mood."

I want you to take a break, but I want you to work well in the mood. Is that what Clive thinks?

Cordelia laughed bitterly when she said this about candy and munchies.

"Well, I'll give you another chance."

"Do so"

Fortunately, there's still a lot of time to come, and there's not one reason it has to be today. For one thing today, Cordelia thought I'd even promise to make tea next.