✔DROP!! A TALE OF THE FRAGRANCE PRINCESS

Volume 5, Act 46: Meeting the Prince for the First Time in Two Years

Awful.

This situation can be summed up with that one word.

Vernoux-sama seemed to have predicted the accident when he heard my sudden voice and caught me before I hit the ground, but this situation wouldnt have happened had he not pulled me in the first place. When she thought that, she couldnt help but hold a grudge against him instead of being thankful.

The room where the voices were echoing from until a while ago had gone entirely silent.

Vernoux-dono, what on earth are you doing?!

Well, sorry. Hold up. Are you alright, Dilly?

Please call an ophthalmologist if you think Im alright Would it be nice if I cuss him like that right now?

No matter how you look at it, this is a really embarrassing entry, Cordelia thought as she thought about how to break the status quo. If I dont regain my balance, then I wont be able to get out of Vernoux-samas arms. With her eyes still dropped on the ground, she carefully adjusted her feet while desperately trying to calm down. If I rush myself and actually fall down, then I wont be able to make any excuses or recover.

So, Vernoux-dono. What are you doing?

Clay, you were nagging His Highness, werent you? Dilly got shy because of you, and we were going to enter so she didnt have to worry. Its my fault for pulling her, and I have reflected on this.

Nagging?! Whose fault do you think it is in the first place?!

Ah, oh, Ill listen to you later. We have a guest Thats not it Is that how you act in front of His Highness? And, close the door for me.

The young man in glasses, who was named Clay, gave a long sigh, then he glanced at the door. Then, the sound of the door closing was heard. The guards had closed the door. Vernoux could have told the guards to close the door instead of Clay, but he seemed somewhat upset.

While listening to their exchange, Vernoux and Clay knew each other better than Cordelia had thought. If so, then he should be able to guess that this blunder had been caused by Vernoux.

She felt somehow relieved that it was still somewhat better even if this situation was undesirable, and an unfamiliar pair of boots entered the edge of her vision.

At that moment, Cordelia froze.

Are you alright? Are your legs hurt?

That voice was clearly different from Clays and Vernouxs.

However, that didnt mean she didnt know who it was.

The person who Clay was complaining to was the Prince. Vernoux had said that he had cleared everyone away.

Thus, she knew who the owner of this voice was even if she didnt see his face.

(It cant be anyone else but His Highness, Sylvester!)

Cordelia forcefully moved her stiff body, separated herself from Vernoux, who was supporting her and bent her legs.

Please pardon my discourtesy in front of you, Your Highness. I am honoured that you have invited me here today. Cordelia Enna Pameradia, here at your request.

It wasnt appropriate to greet His Highness at the entrance, but there was no other way.

Please raise your head. Vernoux is probably the one at fault for what had just happened.

The moment she heard those gentle words, she bit her lip. However, she couldnt keep looking at the ground forever. Didnt I prepare myself so I can face him?