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

On the table, there's an adorable line of vials.

Looking at them with colorful fluids, Liesche was thinking yeah.

"Is this the product that established the contract with the Aria Chamber of Commerce"

"Yes, I was just having a little trouble with this."

Spread the paper with various proposals written down, telling Arnold in front of him.

He listened to Liesche as he looked at it with interest.

Things happened earlier.

Arnolt was asked jealously about the business talks Leishe had with the Aria Chamber of Commerce.

He was apparently taking a break and came to see how Liesche was doing during his stewardship.

I thought it was unusual, but I was convinced that was what I wanted to know. At the same time, Liesche recalls.

I had already told Arnold what happened to the negotiations with the Aria Chamber of Commerce. But when you think about it, you're not showing the key products.

That's why Liesche waited for Arnold on the terrace in the outhouse yard and took the materials and the vials from his room.

Now the two of them are facing each other in a white table seat installed on the terrace.

Reeshe said as he took one of the vials and watered them down into the light.

"I want to sell this product to a large extent in order to expand my employment. For that reason, I thought a lot about the design and color name of the vial…"

"Color name?

Arnold is surprised to hear what Liesche has to say.

"The name of the colour, nothing, it would undoubtedly be red"

"Of course it is, but it's not just 'red', is it? Because this product is taking dyes from flowers, I decided to name the flowers this time"

Placing the vial in your hand on the table, the leachet points one at a time.

"The red is' rose 'and this energetic yellow is' sunflower '. This blue with a little purple mix is' Delphinium '. When the name of a flower is written on the label this way, does it get more and more attached?

What we want our customers to associate with is the florist's store. The brightly colored flowers, for example, glitter in the sun.

I can arrange the same kind of goats on my own shelf. Wanting to deliver such an exciting feeling, Liesche decided on this name.

"Even if it's called one way, the appeal of the product will increase a lot."

"Is that what this is about?"

"That's what it is."

Forcefully, Arnold with his cheek cane on the elbow of the chair groans, "I see."

"It's an idea I don't have, but I'm sure such a naming would be appropriate. To see the design of the bottle, it looks like this product is intended for women."

"That's the problem, Your Highness!

Arnold seemed a little surprised by the leachette, which was unexpectedly frowned upon.

"... what is the problem"

"Your Highness is right. This product is expected to be female in its main purchasing base and pursues cuteness at all costs. But personally, I want you to have it in your hands..."

Wearing and dressing ornaments is not a privilege for women at all. I'm sure some men would care about this product.

In that case, it may be too feminine a design to take it. That's why Liesche was troubled.

Sales are better for both men and women than for products that can only be bought by women. As a merchant planted in Tully, I don't want to narrow the customer's mouth myself.

But I couldn't get rid of the route of stimulating women's desire to buy with beautiful designs any more than I can imagine most of them being female customers. Everything's not the best halfway.

"At least it would be advertised if someone, an influential man, could paint it."

I thought of it, Leishe laughs.

"With His Highness Arnold, for example? Oh, my God."

"I don't care."

"Eh."

Listening to unexpected answers, Liesche solidified.

"... now what?

"Nothing, if you want to apply it to my nails, I said," I don't care. "

"Huh..."

Apparently, it wasn't misheard.

"Yeah, yeah, what!?

It was a complete joke, but Arnold is serious. I could see that, and Liesche panicked more.

"Yes, okay!? I can color my nails and stuff, and it's hard to get rid of!

"So there's something wrong?

……

Returned that way with a true face, Liesche is astonished.

Arnold doesn't wear rings or ear decorations of any kind, and he doesn't seem interested in ornaments. That's why I thought you were going to hate the act of painting your nails.

(Surprisingly flexible. Or lack of commitment...?

The line is probably thick. I guess it's just that you don't usually have to wear it because this is all you have on the outside.

That's what I thought, Liesche was convinced.

If he's going to advertise for men, he's never been more comfortable. I don't know if I can let that 'Emperor Arnold Hein' do something like a publicist, though it's troubling.

"Then be sure to do it. I was wondering if your Highness would be a great advertising tower."

"I don't know that, though. Well, do what you want."

"Thank you!

Liesche quickly took the tools and asked Arnold.

"Now disinfect your fingers as soon as I'm ready for the groundwater. Could you take off your gloves, please?

"Oh."

Arnold nodded, removing the black gloves he wore from his left hand.

Reeshe, who tried to give him the disinfectant, was sighted in his hand.

……

The shape of Arnold's hand is so beautiful.

Overall, my hands are big. The fingers are smooth and long, and the area around the armor is tense. Bone and vascular lines of versatility emerge, like sculptures.

He holds the sword on a daily basis, so some parts of his skin are hardened.

But its martial bones seemed to prove that this was not a work of art in crops, but indeed a living person.

(Your face is as neat as the best in the world, but so are the others. Now that I've lost my head and swordsmanship is amazing, it's outrageous or something......)

It's an errand to save the people, a hand to take a pen.

Then it is also the hand that holds the sword on the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Once Liesche was pierced through his own heart by his sword.

(Like a long time ago. But I also feel very recent......)

Leishe watched Arnold's hand blurry like that, but it stifled.

I don't know, you just realized a hell of a fact.

(Wait.... Could it be that you can't paint dye on His Highness's nails without touching this hand all the time...?

I realized so and blued.

Naturally if you think about it. At least it was impossible for Liesche to paint someone else's nails without fixing them with her own hands.

(Eh, but you touch this hand!?... No, it shouldn't be that complicated. This is necessary for the treatment, because I have no choice...!

"What's up?

"No, hey, I was thinking about painting some colors! Prepare the basement fluid before then, please wait!

I didn't forget anything, but I rush to get ready. In the meantime, tell yourself to 'calm down'.

(Nothing, it's not supposed to be anything! How can you be upset when you are!? Because it's the hand of the man who killed himself!?

Anyway, we have to calm down. Arnold suddenly opened his mouth as he formulated quickly, thinking so.

And here's what I say.

"Your hands never get tired of watching."

"Yes......!?

When this happens, all of a sudden, what do you say?

It seems like I've been spotted what I'm thinking, and Liesche gets badly confused. But Arnold went on fine.

"It moves tightly and well. There's always no stray in hand, and it's creepy to watch."

"Duh, thanks..."

"You don't paint anything on your nails? They all look great though."

"No, I'm fine because I have a lot of things!

I can't use nail red, which is hard to drop, for when I do disguises. I omit it there and explain it too cluttered, but it was not pursued by Arnold.

(If this happens anymore...)

I want to hurry and paint his nails before they say anything worse to my heart. So determined, Liesche entertains.

"Bye, Your Highness! Give me your right hand!!

"Here."

In front of him, Arnold's hand was offered.

Nothing like this, Leishe is frightened even though she thinks so. Touching this beautiful hand has now become very difficult.

"... I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

I knew I couldn't.

After he leaned down and hid his own face, Liesche said in a mosquito squeaking voice.

"I knew this would be another time"

"Huh?"

"Thank you so much for your offer. One of these days...... yes, if I develop more suitable colors for Your Highness! Thanks again then!!

Make excuses, hurry up and clear the tools. Arnold seemed convinced and started wearing gloves "well".

(Good. It didn't seem weird......)

Relaxed and exhaled. Liesche got completely alarmed and looked straight at Arnold.

And I regret it immediately.

Because Arnold had a terribly mean grin on his neat face.

"I don't care if you touch me."

"... eh"

The utter words did not come out.

Arnold seems satisfied for some reason, "It's time to go back to business," he stands up.

(What was that, all sorts of things!

Leishe felt very sorry for herself when she saw through unexplained emotions.