Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～ (WN) - Chapter 11.3
Translator: Black Lotus
Editor: Delinquent Angel
They decided that it was not a good idea to walk around while eating, therefore, Aisha decided to go to the store at the far end of the market first. She then led Cordelia to the eat-in section. There was a line at that store, but as soon as they saw Cordelia, they quickly opened the line and in no time at all, she and Cordelia made it to the front of the room.
“It’s the Lady of Pameladia.”
“You’re the second young lady. You’re as beautiful as ever.”
Cordelia was a little embarrassed to hear such praises. She was aware that she’s beautiful, but this is the first time she has ever heard someone say that directly to her. It was slightly embarrassing. But she cannot pretend to be embarrassed.
(In the future, I should be able to appear on a much bigger stage than this one– compared to the ball, this much should still be just the beginning…….)
She was trying to get into the spirit of it, when she finally realized something.
She was ushered into a seat in no time because she was given a way too naturally.
Is this a good thing? Doesn’t this look like a wielding of power?
It’s not that Cordelia has any reservation lining up similar to ordinary villagers. When she pointed that out and talked to Aisha about it, she said, “It’s okay, it’s just a kindness from everyone. In the first place, I’m sure they won’t be able to eat and drink leisurely if they have to keep their lord’s daughter waiting.” She laughed. So it’s just appropropriate to not waste their kindness. She was like an etiquette teacher.
Aisha, meanwhile, had deftly finished her order. And not long after, they arrived – freshly baked and slightly charred, with delicious-looking scones. There also came a jam, then tea.
“Oh, it looks so good.”
Those words spilled out of Cordelia’s mouth before she could even think about it.
“These are the scones I was talking about earlier, made with flour from Kaina Village.”
“It looks really good.”
“It’s really good. Now, let’s have it.”
Originally, Cordelia did not like scones that much.
However, the moment she put them in her mouth, she realized that the scone that crumbled in a crumbling manner tasted different than usual. She was surprised that this was indeed the best wheat in the country.
“Really … delicious.”
The government buys a certain amount of wheat from the village of Kaina The Pameladia family also purchases a significant amount and uses it for their import and export business. She does not like to think about it, but if they buy up all the surplus, they will not be able to afford it in case of emergency.
While applying jam, Aisha said, “But…there is a problem with the other portions that are sold. It’s preferable if you buy directly from them at a fair price, as is the case with this store. However, some of them are acquired at a much lower price because they can’t do the math and can’t read. There are people in the village of Kaina who do that.”
Cordelia paused there.
“Some of them can do math, but they’re not very good at multiplication. In cases when they were selling overwhelming amounts of wheat and looking like they’ve got a lot of money in their eyes, when in reality they’re being beaten down to a low unit price.”
“Is that … true?”
“Yes. I realized this as I was going through on an errand at Kaina village. But if they agree to such prices, I can’t get my mouth around it – even if it’s an unfair price to begin with. Because it’s difficult to convince them that that is the case.”
Aisha, who looked a little sad, was still caught up in the Kaina village.
“Learning to write and calculate can be a challenge. There are cultures that do not have letters, and I don’t deny that. But I think they need to be educated so that they won’t get fooled.”
Oh, so that’s why Aisha was telling stories to them.
Cordelia also felt that way. Aisha was probably a softhearted person in the first place and she’s doing it because she wanted them to be interested in the written letters. But Cordelia cannot impulsively make a move. She was stuck in a state of frustration. In order to make things happen, she needs a great deal of power as well as judgment. She’ll be able to get a lot more than just a few of these scones.
“These scones are really good.”
“Ah? Yeah, I know.”
“After all, a fine crop needs to be paid for well, doesn’t it?”
I know that I can’t do it all by myself. But my father was also concerned about this matter, and even then it was a concern that he couldn’t get around to. If I have the power of judgment – if I have that, it might be possible. That’s what Cordelia thought.
“Aisha, onee-chan, I’d like to think about it, too. I’m sure it’s not just the Kaina village. “
It’s not a matter of whether or not she can do it. They are going to do it. Yes, Cordelia looked straight at Aisha with strong determination in her eyes. Aisha gulped. She wondered if these were the eyes of a child.
“If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know. It may be a small contribution, but I have a genuine desire to do something.”
“Yes. If it weren’t for onee-chan, I would have just said, ‘That’s a good scone’.”
A little jokingly, Aisha and Cordelia laughed at the same time.
After leaving the shop, they looked around the bazaar a bit.
It seemed to be immediately obvious that she was Pameladia’s daughter for she was approached from here and there.
‘I’ll give you a discount!’ Cordelia was urged to buy jewelry and precious metals, but her guardian, Aisha, told the good-looking young lady, “You have a lot of money, but you’re not old enough to buy a lot of things yet,” turning down the seller’s items.
Instead, Cordelia’s interest was piqued by the tactile paper knife. It was said to be made from the Talen tree, one of the specialty trees of Pameladia, which is also used in fine furniture.
“Miss, are you interested in paper knives?”
The shopkeeper spoke to her and Cordelia smiled back modestly.
The owner then happily said, “You have your eye on something nice,” he said.
“This guy is no match for metal when it comes to cutting paper, and it’s nice to the touch. Try it. It’s light and scratch resistant. I recommend it.”
Cordelia took the paper knife that was offered to her and was surprised at how comfortable it felt.
“It can also be personalized, so it’s a great souvenir.”
“Well, could I have two of these, please? How many letters will that hold?”
“The number of letters? …I’ll need at least a short sentence if it’s not too long.”
“So, could you put ‘Dear Gill, thank you for everything’ in one of the bottles?”
A paper knife is the most suitable souvenir to take home to someone who is always exchanging letters with her. She felt like it would be appropriate. Once, when she asked her father for advice, she did not get a good answer.
The owner then said, ‘Is this Gill-sama a daughter of a knight?’ He began to work, happily clapping his hands together. The letters that were dug up were very polite, a little difficult to imagine from the vivacious shopkeeper.
Not being a racist, but he would likely prefer dumplings more than flowers. That’s what she thought. She also found a wooden mug that looked comfortable to drink from and decided to buy it! It would take three and a half days to get home, and she did not know when she would see him again, so she decided it was not safe to take the food home. This is the result of doing so.
Even with three paper bags, large and small, Cordelia’s eyes still drifted to other things.
A child eating fried snacks from a food cart with her parents’ hands in tow, a housewife buying processed meat that would be her dinner, two suspicious adults exchanging so-so joints in between. Cordelia could not help but feel buoyed by the sight of the vibrant marketplace. The first crowd of people she had seen in this world.
“Cordelia-sama, it’s time to leave for the day. The sun hasn’t gone down yet, but it will get dark soon once the sun starts to set.”
“Hmm, that’s okay. We’ll be back here again.”
Aisha could tell that she still wanted to stay.
Cordelia turned and started to walk towards the mansion, feeling a little embarrassed.
It was then that she suddenly heard a child’s voice.
“Hey, it’s unsettling not to have a wheat wind like in the village.”
“But the wheat in the village makes such good bread. It’s amazing.”
Yes, Cordelia heard the voice of a child who seemed to be a boy and girl from Kaina village, and she looked down lightly.
(It may be my first time to play.)
She looked straight ahead.
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