Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～

Cordelia, who entered my father's study, intended to endeavor to remain calm, but she nevertheless conveyed her subtle feelings to my father. Elvis, who is rare to be home even on holidays, was rarely in the mansion today from daylight. He gets a strange look at his own daughter. Though it's so trivial that I wouldn't notice it if I wasn't used to seeing changes in Elvis. But there was no reason not to notice Cordelia's expression.

(Somehow, it's hard to cut out...)

It's not important, but this air like the present that says something serious.

But I do, but I'm sorry I keep stopping my busy father. Cordelia took a small breath, and looked straight at Elvis and got ready.

"Father... Hazel, the lady of the Count Hale family, invited me to come to the Mansion five days later for a night out. May I take it?"

Cordelia emits a voice that pushes and kills emotions as hard as possible.

Elvis' doubts deepen when he hears that. He says he wants permission to go all the way, but it's like he doesn't want to go.

Cordelia herself realizes, of course, that she has become such a voice. He reflected that it was his own weakness that could not be deluded and kept in mind that it must be improved in the future.... but this is the look I've already given you. It's just a favor in the first place, and I don't think it's something you need to hide that much if you're a father. If they ask you anything, you just have to be honest. With that in mind, Cordelia waited for a response.

"I don't mind..."

After pinching the subtle silence, Elvis told him he would leave it to Cordelia's discretion.

I didn't know why to Elvis, but my daughter says she's going somewhere she doesn't want to go on purpose. Because I thought I must have some idea. Fortunately, Count Hale and Elvis are not bad friends. We can't even say it's good, not enough to get each other in the way. Even as Elvis, I had no trouble... if I were to insist, I wondered why Count Hale's daughter would make such an unusual invitation. But Elvis didn't think Cordelia was the standard of a public courtier anyway if she was also her eldest daughter, so she didn't do anything profound to think that might happen. Most importantly, this might have made me a little reluctant if I had a boy the same age as Cordelia in the Count Hale family... the Count Hale man should still be five years old.

Cordelia, who did not know such a father's chest, said a word of thanks, and when she withdrew from her father's presence, she still dropped her shoulders in her heart wondering if permission had come out.

No, I got the permission I asked for. You have to be happy if you're meant to be.

But if there's a good reason to say no, then I do want to say no, so it's just that I decided to go...

(... painting, embroidery... for once, you can't be as hands-on as you are. Although I'm not good at it. … but……)

What the hell do we do when we talk about love? Yes, the time has come to haunt my head.

Certify me that Hazel is my friend. I'm not sure why, but I think it's very gratifying in itself. But I've never heard of a public courtier talking about love with her friends all night. Of course, what I don't know is that I don't know the world about the possibility of death. But I can assure you that my sister did not attend such a meeting before her marriage either. So it won't be common...... I'd like to think.

In addition, as we can see from Hazel's conversation, this is probably the first time she's hosted a night out. He just said he had read it, so he shouldn't have any experience in the form of participation. In other words, that scenario exists only in Hazel's brain.

"Although, it's a linguistic plan that involves accommodation… for one thing, a late night party, right?"

It's about going through the night, and Cordelia snorts alone. Is it something like a pajama party in my previous life?... I haven't had that experience in my last life.

Assuming it was something similar to a pajama party, Hazel would be able to talk and outsmart Hazel without a problem if Cordelia just listened to him. But she said she'd tell the story... which means Cordelia could have to talk too. That would be inconvenient for Cordelia. I have no idea what the hell I can prepare for this conversation.

Because the word 'love' is the word Cordelia has never had any ties to before.

"No, no, if you're in love, you'll have memories in your previous life," etc., and I understand that it's not strange to have a penetration. But it's not in my hate memory. Unfortunately. It's not a lack of memory, it's an inexperience of falling in love. In my previous life, I went to high school and girls' school. Ever since I got a job, I've lived in a line of research.

If asked, "Would you like to try a nice love," he would probably snort.

But there is no such thing as being able to talk about at the moment… There is not much awareness that love is what we do around us in the first place, what we listen to, and what we talk about in dramas, comics and games… it is about ourselves.

(No, I'm only twelve when it comes to this life. Coming up, right?)

Cordelia roars "hmm" as she rebuilds her mind, which is about to faint somehow.

"... it would have been nice to have at least heard Hazel-san's reading of the novel. That way you know what kind of nightclub you're thinking and what kind of stories you want to talk about... even though we could have talked about that novel instead of romance in the first place"

Cordelia shrugged small as she put her hand on her cheek. No plan, no simulation. This is an unprecedented difficulty. And at the same time, when I'm stuffy worrying about the topic of this hand by myself, I get really embarrassed. Nature and mouth move mesmerizing, and I feel like my face is getting hot without my heart. As much as this makes me feel more comfortable being challenged into battle, I want to cover my face with both hands.

I wonder what they'll ask me, what I shouldn't tell them. It's also like taking an interview exam. I am restless. I have no idea what Hazel, the twelfth year old for the first time, wants to say with joy, the twelfth year old for the second time. What do you mean?

Nevertheless, even when it comes to a second life, Cordelia doesn't really recognize herself as an adult. That's because I don't think that age simply means we should add the number of years we've lived. Twelve years raw as a cordelia. Naturally, I am still treated as a child in this world. Even if mixed up with adult arguments, the line between adults and children does appear. Growth of mental age requires an appropriate environment. Some of this would include conversational and social environments. Where Cordelia worked her thoughts from her previous life, I don't think she'd be older than she was if she thought about it together with the common sense of this world. Besides, if I was mature enough to call myself an adult in my previous life, I'm not sure I'd be ready to answer immediately.

... Of course, I made an excuse for myself, but I can't go wrong with wearing Geta at my age over Hazel.

"That, ma'am?

"Oh, Lara. Welcome home."

Stuffed Cordelia thought, Lara, wrapped in outdoor clothes, called out from behind.

I guess he's just back from Aisha now. He was dressed to look somewhat more sophisticated than usual. Lara can also be seen as quite a lady if she keeps her mouth shut for less of her original professional pattern or extra movement. Only if you keep your mouth shut.

"What's the matter, you look difficult, don't you? Something bothering you?

"... it's not enough to say it's a concern... hey Lara.... you... you know what love is?

As a general matter, Cordelia asked Lara. The answer I expect is "I don't know". Because I thought if you could answer that, you could convince me that Hazel was a "little premature sensitive girl".

But Lara didn't answer Cordelia's question... instead, she's making her face bright red and her mouth open and closed when she puffs it.... Huh?

"Hey, lady...! Beh, nothing. I...!

"... Lara?

"Oh, I'll be late!! I'll get dressed!!

And Lara disappeared from front of Cordelia on a small run. The cordelia left flattered, but apparently Lara knows that she's in love... rather she finds out that she's in love.

And Cordelia felt so left behind.

It is too unexpected a reaction. Plus, more than that...

"... I wonder if I should go after a full preview..."

Cordelia saw and felt how Lara might be more of a minority.

Fortunately, there is nothing in particular that needs to be rushed by the end of the day. Then I read the romance novel and thought about grasping the fashion of this world so that I could have a conversation with Hazel. If you decide to do so, the destination for you is the library choice.

Cordelia, who entered the library, quickly tried to find a novel… and noticed one fundamental problem.

"... for God's sake. It's not like there's been a recent romance novel for women in our library."

There are actually practical books and history books in the Pameladian family's library, and then ancient literary books, but not popular romantic novels these days. Assuming my sister wasn't married yet, she would have possessed it. Fact is, the popular romantic novel-like books just before my sister's daughter-in-law occupied the corner of the library, and Cordelia has also enjoyed several books through her eyes. But there's nothing after she's married. No one buys without a reader. In other words, the current situation is that it does not increase. What my sister was reading is probably not what Hazel is reading right now.

Cordelia dropped her shoulders disappointingly, but decided to look around to take a few books home that attracted her interest because she had come to the library. First of all, the novels in military memorabilia written in the old days in my eyes were something my brother admired. So I'm intrigued... no. It's too old and probably runs the risk of falling apart if you take it out of the library. I can't take it home.

"That's not what this is about...!!

If you take home something that is going to attract so much interest, it is visible that you will read through it. Then the day approaches when I go to Hazel's place to stay without thinking about it.... That's very not good.

But even with that understanding, the library is full of enchantment.

"Oh...? Is this the constellation version?

Shortly after giving up his military memoirs, Cordelia pulled out a constellation version that pierced the library, even though she thought so about why there was this in the library. It's not like I've ever been so interested in stars, but it's not like I'm not interested at all. Sometimes I simply didn't know the constellations were in this world as well. It was made like stained glass. It was a little heavy but very pretty, and Cordelia decided to take it back to her room with one book after getting a little lost. The book I take home with me was about the stars.

It was Jill's invitation that reminded me then.

Leaving home at night...... I still think that's impossible. If possible, it would have to be time to stay somewhere other than home.

"... get out of Hazel's mansion at night... just can't you"

Hazel's home surveillance system is much more relaxed than the Pamela family surveillance system as far as several visits have been made. Of course, the main points must have been consolidated, but I think it was the minimum necessary. Sometimes that's because there's no risk of being targeted by the Pameladian family, but it also affects the fact that the magician you can hire is a veteran. The Hale family is not allowed to hire a new American magician from the School of Magic.

Ex-military, albeit retired sorcerer, highly capable of combat. Too much for an escort. But the majority of former military personnel employed by nobility after retirement are not researcher temperament. Unless you've been transferred from a soldier to a court magician, they never leave a castle they're used to working in. Because it can be an obstacle to research.

So if you're going to get out of the night, then you'll have a chance to stay at the Hale family... in case something happens, the Hale family will be bothered. It will still be difficult.

Originally Cordelia said it was difficult for Jill. It's not like there's a problem if you can't go.

"If Jill is a girl, no problem..."

Cordelia unnaturally interrupted the words she said along the way.

What if Jill was a girl?... If so, didn't we even meet in the first place? Weren't you coming to the city with Vernault because you're a man? Couldn't we have been friends? Plus we could dance together the other day...

"... or let's not. Yeah, let's not think about it."

Cordelia opens her door when she really coughs up, even though she doesn't need to make excuses for anyone. Even more so now, on second thought, isn't that dance situation going to appear as if it were a romantic novel? I feel embarrassed when I think of it that way. Jill looked used to it, and do you usually go for invitations like that? Then I don't even feel like I'm going to be a natural tarashi in the future... No, if I think about it any more, I won't know what to look like the next time I see Jill. He's supposed to be a little Gentleman, so it's rude to imagine him on his own.

All right, it's a switch. And let's say we read this star book after we're ready to stay.

"Though... I wonder what it takes to be physically fit"

Will the baggage be packed easily? I may be tempted because my belongings won't exactly translate into a piece of pajamas. I have a desire to make it a small amount, but I may have to compromise that I will have some more loads. With such some anxiety, Cordelia turned her foot to the chest. Besides the luggage I need for myself, I have a handicraft that I personally think I'll give to Hazel. That's an aromatic candle.

"Although I don't know what scent you prefer. … let's do this here"

What Cordelia had in her hand was a box containing candles blended with lavender and orange. The first reason I chose this scent was that she would think it would be okay because scones with orange tarts and orange jams often appeared in Hazel's house. And the second reason lies in its utility.

This scent relieves tension and anxiety and allows you to relax. It's a candle, so of course it can be used as a night light, and if you can relax, the hazel tension will calm you down somewhat. That might make the night a little shorter - and so on, Cordelia put a thin ribbon on the small carton with some anticipation.

Yes, it's not a good idea to stay up late before a romance story. It's not good. So I want her to definitely feel drowsy. Yes, and I want to rest well and finish the burst event peacefully -.

Sounds like I'm afraid of it.

How can you be so restless when it doesn't mean you'll be stabbed. I wonder why I don't even feel a little rushed.

Cordelia spilled one short sigh as she stroked her fingertips on the ribbon she put on the box.

And five days later at noon.

Cordelia stepped down to Count Hale's house with her packed luggage. The baggage still didn't wrap up in the quantity of "one-night or two-day trips" from my previous life, but I still wrapped it up as compact as possible.

In the end, Cordelia hasn't been able to rest her mind in the last few days, considering this sleepover. I don't know myself, but I didn't feel itchy.

But Hazel welcomed Cordelia, who appeared in such a mood, with a contrasting, full grin.

"Welcome, Master Cordelia!

"Good day, Master Hazel. I'll take care of you."

With a smile as if the flowers were blooming, Cordelia couldn't help but think, "If you'd seen this from the beginning, you'd have changed your impression quite a bit." Hazel is in a really good mood to take Cordelia's hand with all the momentum she's holding.

"I procured new embroidery tools for today. Oh, we've prepared the rooms for Cordelia's taste."

"Oh, yeah. Thank you for your consideration."

"Don't be stubborn! Aren't you your best friend?"

I was being upgraded by a friend to my best friend while I didn't see him......!

Cordelia managed to smile back in surprise. I don't feel bad because it's only a favor, but it's not quite calming either.

Cordelia first passes through the guest room with her hand pulled. The luggage is carried in by Emina, and as it is, she is on her way home. Hazel says, "You'll be here in a little while," and is back in her private room once. So I thought I'd take a breather until Hazel showed up again... but the moment I thought so, the door was carefully knocked.

Master Cordelia, it's Hazel.

"... fast"

I could really only put one breath down. Though I think so, it is also within the assumption when it comes to hazel tension. Please, the door was opened with a degree of vigour that if I spoke up, I would not be in a critical rush.

"I came prepared for embroidery"

In addition to the dedicated toolbox, the basket also contains a beautiful white handkerchief in colorful yarn. I guess that's something Hazel has always used. There are several times the number Cordelia has. Cordelia never only has a small amount, so I guess that's all she likes to collect.

"Embroidery... you like it"

"Yes, because women who can embroider are men's ideals and what your father always says."

She said as she put the tools on the table at the window.

"Hazel would like to get along with your father."

"Yeah, I'm a proud daughter."

Hazel, who puts his hands on his chest and says he is grand, has slightly looser eyes than usual. I guess we're really close. Cordelia just got a little familiar with that look. There may be parts of you that may feel surprisingly comfortable. It was just one word, but I also felt somewhat relieved of the tension. And at the same time I envied Hazel a little. I can be proud of my daughter. Confidence is still not enough for Cordelia until she can be so prestigious. Instead, sometimes my father did not assume that he would boast of himself. I don't know if that sparsely spoken father will ever boast of himself to others, but I want to be proud of him. That's why I was so jealous of the hazel I ran out of words.

I don't care how Cordelia looks like that. Hazel kept his word.

"My father like that said he was decided to marry with a handkerchief sewn with a blue bird given to him by his mother. Blue birds are birds that carry happiness. It's lovely."

"Your mother's good at embroidery, too."

"Yeah, your mother's embroidery feels sweet."

"I'll tell my husband in the future too..." says Hazel, groaning in a delightful way as he stares sparklingly at some distant spot.

"So will Hazel embroider the blue bird?

"Yes. I practice every day to give the best to my future husband. I'll keep practicing as much as I can!

"That's nice. … So, what do I inspire?"

Lucky blue birds are also attractive, but Cordelia found it a little different to bring together the motifs Hazel cares about. I am learning by hand, so Cordelia is also practicing well at home if it is a flower drawing. But the plan also says, "The lady likes flowers," which is probably given as a challenge, so she didn't choose it herself. So this is almost my first time choosing for myself, and I'm not sure what I would choose. On top of that, the color of the yarn held by the hazel is abundant, so it gets lost to the lineage of colors. "So how about a lion's drawing," Hazel suggested to Cordelia with her hands gently on her cheeks.

"... lion, is it?

"We have a sample here, and the lion is considered the Holy Beast of the Knight. Your father and brother will be delighted."

Sure, Cordelia knows that, too. But it's a lion. I find it a little difficult... but I'm not going to escape the sparkling Hazel ”Here's the idea!" vibe.

"Right. The lion is also known as the patron saint, and I will try my best."

"What will the color be? The golden lion, the silver lion... no, the black lion is lovely."

"Right... I'm lost, but this, red or light peach..."

"No, it's still gold! Glowing Golden Lion... It's lovely."

"... Yeah, well, with money..."

The lukewarm hazel has the same intensity of pushing, even in favor.

I don't really feel like the golden image suits my father or brother, but still I wouldn't be sneaky to say no if it came from favor. Think of it as a practice this time, and you should get the gold color of the hazel proposal. If you're going to give it to your father or brother later, you just have to sew it up again.

Practice is not a bad idea to give to Lara or Ronnie. Those two won't be surprised because they've never seen cordelia embroidered or anything like that. If the two of you have handkerchiefs, I don't even feel like they're going to wipe the table immediately, but if they're going to take advantage of it, there shouldn't be a problem.

"Is Cordelia going to be your father?

A while after he started sewing, Cordelia, who had been asked that by Hazel, looked up from the white cloth and saw Hazel.

"Occasionally. Now I'm learning a lot to make sure I don't have any trouble walking the road in the future."

"So, you and your father can also talk about friendships?

"What... we're on the verge!?

Cordelia accidentally raised her voice to that word on the arrow tip, which I thought was about a normal future. It was so unexpected that it was more difficult not to be surprised. No, it's not strange about that story, but it's rather sudden. Instead of talking about love, we're talking about marriage. But having said that, Cordelia pinched the cough when she returned to me that she was a little too restless.

"Excuse me, we haven't talked about the friendship yet..."

It did happen when I was three years old...... I was told to aim more, but it's probably a statute of limitations. We haven't talked about it in nearly a decade. So there is no talk of friendship and there is no problem. Cordelia clouded her words thinking so.... I rather don't care that it hasn't happened, but what I didn't hear clearly from my father's mouth hooks me up. Of course I didn't ask, so if I didn't do anything my father wouldn't tell me... but honestly, it's not a topic I want to steam back. Not good luck.

"I've heard my father say that Master Cordelia will be married to Lord Vernault or His Royal Highness the King."

"... Master Vernault is a member of that Marquis Frantheim family. I was wondering if he would marry anyone other than the one he loved more than his heart. Your Highness is also terrified."

Cordelia said the first half with heartfelt words, and the second half with hope.

I was a little surprised to get Vernault's name out plainly, even though it was after all that hostility was revealed when I added it. But it doesn't look like it's going to be explored. Maybe until then if I say it's switching fast...... if I say it's too soon, it must be.

Hazel grinned when she heard Cordelia's answer.

"I want to fill you up."

"What's that?

"It's about falling in love, competing with competitors, and still being seen and happy. Of course, it's more likely that you can turn around without a competitor, but if the thinker is a nice one that seems to many, I don't think the competitor has a choice. It's all about me polishing myself, and I can't lose."

With one hand on his cheek, Hazel sighs with a cheek.

Aside from whether Vernault is a nice person or not, it will be true that there are many young ladies who admire Vernault. He often spills stupidity when asked all about Prince Wang, but he is a Marquis man. Besides, he's looking good, so in a few more years, he'll definitely be the hubby of the social world.

"Master Cordelia has a romantic desire, too?

"... I can't even imagine it specifically, but for once... right..."

It was a response that seemed to disappear, but still it was a voice that reached Hazel enough.

Hazel grinned. Then place a cloth with half a bird finished on the table and put your hands together to pray.

"My parents say we only met three times by marriage. Still good friends, nice pattern."

She kept the word going.

"It's not often that noble children, fiancées from birth, and I don't have negative feelings about it in itself. I just admire love. I'm so glad I'm allowed to have my first love."

Hazel, who laid her eyes down slightly, appeared to be a young lady at some point.

"- And if it's going to happen..." she stared straight at Cordelia.

"I, too, like the protagonist of the novel, want to do everything in my power to encourage love and make it happen. The grace period isn't that long, but we don't want to abandon the possibility of you seeing it."

So we'll continue to encourage you, won't we?

Cordelia grinned bitterly at Hazel for saying so. I know it must be a nice concern, but it's also true that her seriousness is attracting Vernault. I thought it was difficult to balance the world. At the same time, I wonder if Vernault would be able to pay for her bad feelings. A quiet and strong impression was felt from the hazel today.

"Actually, I've never talked like this before, either."

"Why, to me?

"Master Cordelia would have the same environment, wouldn't she? As a courtier of the same Count family, I thought there was something to go through. He's my best friend."

Winked hazel took the cloth again and began embroidering it.

"I also wish Cordelia a wonderful tour."

"Then I pray that Master Hazel will be satisfied, too."

"Thank you. But I won't ask for your help. Because this is my fight."

Cordelia was relieved by the words, but she was also sorry. I want to learn more about Vernault than just being friends with him. But Hazel is also acting on faith, and if he can ask for help, he'll want to offer his hand. So if you don't have to worry in that narrow space, thank goodness... it's still a little complicated. Especially in view of the position of the same Countess, it is painful that nothing can be done by a hazel so magnificent.

"Master Hazel."

I wonder what it is.

"If you need anything, you can listen to me."

Speaking of Cordelia, Hazel laughed satisfactorily. And "sooner or later". Cordelia asked Hazel nothing more. I couldn't have done that, to be exact.

Of course there are things that she won't try to talk about right now that she said "sooner or later," but most importantly, Cordelia has a problem that needs to be cleaned up first rather than listening to her - that's exactly the problem with the progress of the embroidery she's got in hand right now.

This drawing is too difficult. It's hard to be in a position where people would want to turn it into another drawing if they weren't watching. So when we pinch the conversation, we see that time passes without moving forward at all.

But now that I started with Hazel's suggestion, I can't quit here either. Instead, I have to demonstrate my skill as a courtesan here. You must not run away. Cordelia told herself that she lacked character as a courtier, as she appeared to flee before a formidable enemy called embroidery.

"... I have to work hard so your father can brag too"

Yes, no matter how hard you work in research, the skill of a courtier is a basic skill. If this is missing, even if they have the results of the research, they may be treated as just strangers. That would also annoy the father. I'm not talking about being proud. So Cordelia regained her temper that we can't raise the white flag here. Hazel then leans her neck wonderfully.

"Oh, there are so many wonderful rumors about Cordelia, aren't there? You'd be proud to be your father."

"I hope so...... I don't think you could be proud of your father if I wasn't more proud of myself. I don't think that's enough."

"Master Cordelia doesn't look as soft as she can be proud of herself. Because it's my eternal rival."

"... I don't really know what I am like in Hazel anymore"

Nevertheless, Cordelia understands that Hazel has recognized it so far. So the expression I floated made me laugh like I was illuminated.

And I still felt happy to be recognized by people.

The two then continued their embroidery across the tea, savoring a dinner that was transported to the guest room almost simultaneously as it darkened outside.

The Hale family meal had more dishes that brought out flavor by combining ingredients, such as ground beef and fish rinds, than the Pamela family meal. It was different from the Pameladian family dishes, which weighed more on bringing out the flavour of the ingredients themselves, but it wasn't long before I also ate dishes like the middle between hamburgers and meat dumplings. From what I hear, it seems to be the traditional dish of an ethnic group living in the Hale family territory. Others feature delightful serving on the eyes, such as flowers, leaves, and finely crafted vegetables and fruits.

What a waste to eat. With that in mind, Cordelia came up with a fuss.

(I also like the classic serving. but this is also still gorgeous and beautiful)

I felt like I was going to be particularly liked by young women.

And at the same time, I thought that the aromatic candles I brought as souvenirs today, for example, might add value if my eyes were entertained in this way as well.

It has a fragrance, but I'm not making anything shape-bound right now. It looks like it's just a candle.

If, of course, we intend to distribute more in the future, it will not be as laborious as the vegetables and fruits we are now seeing. But it would be possible in an easy form, and it should be fun to mix some of them with the right price and hobby. vision and sense of smell, calling on both would lead to more interest.

And that's what I thought, and another thing comes to mind.

(But fragrance and shape...... right. A candle might be a little tricky... but a soap, for example, could do something else. I don't know how to open a classroom moddle with a soap carving with scented soap, for example)

Carving soap while enjoying the aroma creates various shapes inspired by 3D flowers, leaves, and then confectionery. It's a knife to use. The work you can do is suitable for the interior. That could be accepted as new entertainment.

And Cordelia thought that spreading such hands-on learning might also broaden the venue for gathering his own information. Soft soap should carve enough in your lady's hands. It's the same as embroidery that can't do two of the same things.

I still don't know if it will work. Cordelia thought, however, that as soon as she returned to her home, she would have to develop an easy-to-carve soap and request a blacksmith to prototype a sculpture knife. Unlike the treatment of plants I was specializing in in in the first place, soap carving was only part of my hobby even in my previous life. Brushing your own arms will also be a must if you are to be accepted by the fat aristocrats of your eyes. It could be time consuming.

But even if you don't know if it works, if it's possible, it's important to start seeing it. I want to carve it once and show it to adult women like my aunt and Aisha and peek at the reaction. And if the reaction seems good, it's not bad to see if it catches the eye of Sarah, the Marquise. Even if we don't get on track, there's nothing to lose.

I saw the vegetables with that in mind, and it would be the reason I was smiling.

Hazel looked at Cordelia and said satisfactorily.

"I'm a little surprised Cordelia liked our meal so much."

Cordelia's chest is a little heartbreaking in pure words because I was thinking of other things as well as cooking, but it is also a shame that I saw the dish when I came up with various things. Besides, it's delicious. So it's not a mistake. Cordelia smiles back at Hazel.

"After all, I thought it was important to see, hear, and experience everything. Unlike our food, everything feels fresh. It's a lot of very hobby-inspired food."

But Hazel nodded at the words, pointing his mouth at the next moment.

"On the contrary, I think we can leave a few more prototypes at home. I like Bagna Cauda, but she'll never come out of my house. I can only eat when I visit your mother's home."

"Then please be invited to our dinner next time. I'll tell the cook."

"Is it true!? We look forward to it."

And Cordelia, firmly tummy up to the raspberry and pistachio mousse that came out for dessert, was completely relaxed and able to talk with Hazel... but if you think about it carefully, this is where it comes from.

Yes, Girls Talk time is coming, which is the cause of the most hesitation to come to the Hale family. No, I did talk some during the day, but from what Hazel said I'd heard before, that must have been the front seat. Night is the real deal. Yes, Cordelia thought.

but hazel said "I'm a little tired today" by the time what a meal was over and something I didn't expect. Cordelia was surprised. But if she is tired, I want her to rest. From that thought, Cordelia cheered, "Well, the story is another occasion," Hazel told Cordelia, sorry to say, "That's sweet of you to say.

Cordelia was relieved and succeeded in welcoming the evening when she was able to avoid her biggest concerns in that way. But I was too relieved.

"I gave you the Aroma Candle..."

Though it had also caused the case to occur. But you can give me what you brought as a souvenir by the time you get home. Tomorrow too. I reconsidered that and slowly sat back in bed in the room where I was alone.

It was often quite shocking, but I think it was valuable to have had the opportunity to touch on a completely different idea than what I usually think.

But the lack of plans is going to be a long night besides my thoughts.

All you have to do by bedtime is wipe your body with water for the rest. Hazel tells me you can always get a servant with the bell provided for the room.

Well, what shall we do?

When Cordelia thought of it that way, I felt like I could hear something small smashing into the window with a cutlet.... Are you out of your mind? If you think so, you hear the same sound again after a while. What the hell is that? With that in mind, slowly approach the window that leads to the balcony.

It didn't sound like that, but I might need to make allowance in case a bird or something bumps into me.

I gently put my hand on the window and take a look outside.

So what caught my eye were two pebbles. It should be small. It was emitting great discomfort in a trash-free space. Cordelia took a step forward and bent down to pick it up. It was a comfortable stone to the touch. Cordelia tilts her neck as she tries to roll it at her fingertips.

It's a stone as beautiful as I want to take it home, but it's still unnatural to be in a place like this.

I was distracted by that, so I didn't notice at all.

"Good evening, Dili"

I can't believe the Lord of well-informed voices completely erased the signs and hung the wall on his back.

Cordelia moved her neck toward her voice in a slightly stiff motion as she accidentally dropped the stone from her fingertips. And the voice I uttered wasn't much more than a little.

"... why are you here, Master Jill"