Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～

Sylvester withheld his thirteenth birthday one day when he was asked by his father, the king, "Do you want anything". At this time of year, Sylvester has never answered that question before.

But that year was different.

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Then the month passed.

Now the situation he wanted was attacking him.

"Can you stand, Your Highness?"

With that said, a powerful man with an archaeological sword is Elvis Pameladia the man. The swordsman, who is still said to be the best sword user in the country, looks down on Sylvester with no expression. Sylvester was poked in the sweet steps earlier and had a brilliant buttcake on him.

Just once every few days, I want to work with Count Pameladia.

Yes, Sylvester asked for "what he wanted".

I did not doubt my own master's arm, which teaches me more sword moves than I did at a young age. But Elvis, supposedly the ideal man for Cordelia... I started to know by chance when I talked to Ishma - and I wanted to know how much difference I made now that the knight Vernault was not just a knight... That's why I wanted time to be able to work with him. I wanted to find out for myself what Elvis was like.

Elvis will not coach Sylvester, who is solely in charge of 'matchmaking'. They just poke at what Sylvester doesn't like best or neglected anyway. But I won't let it be impossible. Sylvester couldn't help but open his eyes when he confronted him for the first time as to whether this was the swordsmanship of the Pameladian family that sent Cyrus and Ishma out.

Elvis only speaks to a minimum degree of care, so Sylvester can't know what he thinks. And today I was poked in the weakness until I was completely skinless, and it was over.

"Good day, Your Highness"

"Oh... Ishma"

"My father's sword seems to have been doing quite well today."

After the match, it was the second son of the Pameladia family who called out that Sylvester was resting in the courtyard. Unlike Elvis and Cyrus, he spoke to Sylvester in this way from time to time. Sylvester also knows that a person's good grin is not similar to Elvis's, but the air is similar when he takes the sword.

"... I, too, could have done better than during this time"

"Really?"

"Why laugh"

"No, excuse me. I felt the same way when I was young."

Although I can feel a little distance, Sylvester wondered if he would have spoken to me like this if he had a brother. He lowers his eyebrows a little and laughs. He is the strength of the fingerfold. Should I be happy that it is similar to his childhood?

"Ishma."

"Yes."

"You think I can be strong, too?

That was a serious question. Ishma laughs like trouble.

"Your Royal Highness asked what you would define yourself as' strong 'if you decided to do so."

……

"Get lost, Your Highness. And make your strong self come true."

Oh, is this the adults she usually deals with?

(... you still don't seem hostile)

Sylvester nodded quietly, but forcefully, thinking so.

"... by the way, Ishma, what's in that hand?

"This is a damp cloth material, received from my sister. I mix it in water and use it in a cloth... I won't give in, will I?

"... oh"

And even today, a day in the castle goes down...