The Villain Daughter Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride in a Former Enemy Country

- There was one thing about the chapel, the next evening.

Standing in a small kitchen off the palace, Lieche was busy moving around.

Filling the kitchen is not the smell of cooked food. It smells sweet though, so it probably caught the interest of the samurai. Several people came to peek into the kitchen, but every time a surprise came up.

"Mr. Lieche!? This massive amount of flowers...?

She was right, the narrow line on the kitchen table was a lot of flowers.

Rieshe, who was peeling rose petals, laughs bitterly at the inquiry. This rose, whose petal ends were discolored, had Else buy what was left for sale at the flower shop under the castle.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. Don't worry, the flowers will be cleaned up properly."

"Yes, no, that's not what..."

She stares perplexed and leashes at hand.

This red rose is not the only one in the kitchen. Orange gerbera or purple lindo. There were other colorful flowers, and the pan burned in Kamado was boiled with pink petals.

This pot is mainly responsible for the intense scent of flowers in the kitchen.

"Ah! Hey, do you do any dyeing?

"Hehe. Still a secret."

Lieche smiles at her for flashing.

"But I want you to try it when it's done. Unless, of course, you don't like it."

"Yes! I'm not sure, but I'd be happy to help you, Lieche."

"Thanks"

The samurai went back to work anticipating what the contents of the pot would be.

She was definitely willing to let me try to get it right, but if she finds out what's in the bottle that Liesche keeps in the corner of the table, she could be confused. While I think so, I clean up the leaves and stems.

(Perhaps this pan should be simmered a little more. I've finished processing the petals...)

Liesche sits in a chair and takes the paper he was laying under the bottle.

It was information that I had been in the library in the morning, browsing and writing down materials about this country.

Population distribution of the royal capital. Trends in economic conditions. Information on the circumstances in the surrounding area, merchants and travellers entering and leaving.

Looking at those things, Leishe thinks.

(Though the content of the trade to be presented to Chairman Tully has been decided)

We've got five days till the deadline we promised.

Samples of the products thus made will also be completed by then.

There are only materials that can be judged profitable, as well as formulas such as interest rates.

I caged in the library in the morning, and in the afternoon I ran to collect the ingredients, and there was a chance that this would be fine.

Still, Liesche's mind isn't neat. There was a reason why I couldn't wipe the thought of 'Is this really okay'.

Reeshe once again looks at the strings he himself has written.

(I just don't know)

Browsing through numerous materials, I was saddened by it.

Interpreting the contents of the dossier, Arnolt, who had made numerous martial arts medals in the war three years earlier, apparently gained political authority as the Crown Prince.

Then he first used the compensation paid by other countries as a victorious nation to buy out local crops and specialties at high prices.

Even the victorious nations are a very small part of the people who will soon benefit from it.

who was a soldier or a blacksmith who needed to make large quantities of armor, swords, etc. Workers temporarily increased by munitions, such as pharmacists for medicines used in battlefields, lose their jobs by ending the war.

A lot of people seem to stay in big cities to find a job, but if you can't find a job there, you're going to the ghetto.

The province is a province, deprived of manpower by the war, and does not return to find work even after the war.

Production falls in rural areas where there are no workers, and sooner or later food products soar throughout the country.

But if we hear that the country buys out crops and seafood at high prices, the workers without jobs in the Imperial Capital will head to the provinces.

In fact, if you read the passport records for this period, the number of people who traveled from the Imperial Capital to the province for agriculture and other reasons seems to have been large.

Moreover, Arnold flushed the food he had bought all over the place, filling the bellies of those in need by the war.

It appears that considerable sums have been put into this policy, but as a result the Garchhein countries have become even richer, with increasing productivity and birth rates.

That also increased tax revenues and strengthened national power. I can see the flow well enough to analyze some of the material.

(If I lived outside Garchhein, I would never have known.)

It was last night that passed behind my brain.

Arnold turned to Liesche and said this.

"You don't have to be ready to be my wife."

……

I wonder what that meant.

I had to ask properly, but I couldn't hear anything about Leishe last night. Because the look on his face looked lonely somewhere.

Leishe knows that look and bluff.

(Even when you killed me, you had the same look)

There was so much I wanted to ask.

Yet he couldn't even stop Arnold from turning his back.

Trying to remember that moment, I come back to another memory. After a stifling, Reeshe leaned down once and slammed from there into his desk with a nagging.

(... absolutely, there is no profound meaning to that act itself. Never. So don't think about that......)

But here's what I think.

I can't believe you decided to be ready, and I was wondering if Big Language is a good place.

Leishe stood up from her chair after meditating her eyes.

Then tap your cheeks gently and put your temper back in.

(First, I need to finish this!

It's time to move on to the next step.

When the pan was lowered from Leishe Hakamado, the boiled petals and their juice were divided into bowls. I'm preparing another pan. Cool well and squeeze out the water with a cloth when I get to touch it.

Then I took the vitreous bottle from the table. The clear mucus inside is a tree sap that is widely swarmed on this continent.

Mix the dye and sap taken from the flowers as little air as possible. When the colour was uniform, after transferring it into a small vial, I swayed the tongue and vessel and missed the bubbles.

All I could do was a vial with dark pink liquid.

Leishe, who opened another vitreous bottle, dipped the brush she had prepared there.

A mixture of certain herbal juices, with a light milky white color, is carefully applied to the nails. From above, the pink liquid, which had just been completed, was overlaid so as not to protrude.

After about ten seconds, the liquid begins to have a burning fever.

I tried not to use my fingers and waited a few minutes and poked the toe gently behind the brush to convey a hard feeling. Apparently it cured well.

(This will do)

Leishe was satisfied when she spread her hands and looked at the rose-pink stained nails. It glows with hardened sap and looks like it wraps gems around your fingertips.

This was the knowledge gained in the pharmacist's life when he was studying new drugs by mixing various herbs.

When the sap of the widely swarmed Corini tree is combined with the juice of the three types of herbs, it solidifies strongly in about minutes. When I was a pharmacist, I used it to reinforce the injured man's broken nails, etc.

And then we need to experiment with whether mixing flowers other than roses cures well.

Where I thought so, Else, the samurai, shows her face.

"Mr. Lieche.... I told you to take a break."

Else, who spoke to me many times, bent her limp when she saw Liesche was still in the kitchen.

"I'll make some tea. So now it's time for you to take a break..."

At that moment, Else seemed to notice Liesche's nails. Her eyes, which stopped the words, shine like stars in full heaven.

"... twinkly, twinkly..."

The leaked voice was adorable like a solitaire, and he smiled all the way off the leash.

"You've come to the right place, Else."