The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

What Ekaterina did as soon as she returned to the Duke's mansion was to do Mina a favor.

"Hey, Mina. I'd like to order a glass craft, but I don't know what to do. I'd like to arrange this in confidence with your brother."

"Don't tell His Excellency"

"Really? I'd like to ask for a gift for your brother. I'd like you to be surprised."

When I asked Ivan about your brother's birthday, it was about a month and a half away. If anything that comes to mind in a restaurant can be reproduced in this world, it should be just a good gift.

"Is it glass? Whatever it is, if it's a craft, you can send it to the workshop and order it. Tell me what you want, and I'll go and order."

"I think it's a little... difficult. I wonder if Mina and the workshop artisans have ever seen it."

That being said, when Ekaterina painted and showed this stuff on paper, the always expressionless Mina rarely rounded her eyes.

"What is this?"

For now I brewed tea for Ekaterina and Mina looked difficult.

"You're right, I may not be able to explain well what the lady wants. Then I have a hand in calling the parent of the workshop here, but your Excellency will know that.

Perhaps the most certain thing about a lady going to the workshop to order, but you're not going to be there on your own. "

"I'd like to explain myself if I can. I don't know if I'm going to go to the workshop."

"I don't think it means it has to be. It's just that you don't deserve a lady as famous as the Duke of Yurnova."

"Then I want to go. If Mina would come with us, wouldn't there be any danger?

"... ok. If that's what the lady says."

With his usual faceless expression, Mina nodded.

And at night, by the time I dressed Ekaterina at night, I had made arrangements.

"Murano, who had a reputation for having good arms, said that his parents' workshop was closed after his parents died, so I'm going to take you tomorrow to talk about the best workshop I have now."

"... well, nice. Glad you arranged this so soon."

The fact that our beautiful maid is too competent.

For that reason, the next day, Ekaterina went out in a carriage with Mina.

Speaking of purpose, Graham, the butler, helped me smile and told Alexei not to go out. Think of it, I've always been with my brother on the carriage before, so even though Mina is with me, I feel like I'm being careful.

Hey, I'm not talking about Alasser being shrewd or anything!

You could afford ramen and BBQ on your own in your last life. Yourself!

Mmm! and it was ecatelina that tempered me in my heart.

The carriage moves on to a different district than it was around Alexei yesterday. It's a more common, lively, somewhat obscene city full of signs of life.

Kids rush through the streets with more carriages than noble carriages. There are many buildings that look like workshops, and when I'm working on metal, I hear a lot of noise.

In Tokyo, Ota-ku, where small and medium-sized manufacturing companies come together?

But I can see the laundry flickering in the back street, and it has the same flavor as Hong Kong in front of me and Naples in Italy.

The carriage stopped in front of an awfully large building in such a workshop. There is still a new and somewhat handy sign, which says' Gallen Workshop '.

"Galen Parent's workshop. Right here."

Mina said, opening the door and then getting off the carriage. Take Mina's hand, which has been extended, and Ekaterina gets off the carriage, too.

"Be careful, lady"

With a smile back to the one who had spoken, Ekaterina stepped into the Gallen Workshop.

The first thing I felt was heat. There is a furnace in the back of the workshop and you can see the orange glow. I guess I'm melting the glass. There seem to be several other furnaces for what other use. Around it, half-naked craftsmen are busy working.

One of those craftsmen, a gentle-faced young man still young, noticed the two of them and walked over softly.

"Welcome, may I help you"

"After Galen Parents. Because the lady from the Duke of Yurnova says she's going to visit."

"of the Duke's house... Shh, excuse me, please wait a moment"

Mina's words left the young man, looking at Ekaterina and leaving behind the workshop.

Soon, Galen herself and the Bumpy Man will be here. He is an old man around fifty, or perhaps with thick arms, with a stomach.

"How dare you come all the way to such a painful place to visit this Galen?"

Heh heh heh, there's nothing wrong with the laughter.

I wonder if you're okay with this guy.

I mean, where are you looking, old man?

Mina, looking silently at the laughing man, silently gives Ekaterina a fan. Ekaterina also received it silently, opening it up and hiding it from her mouth to her chest.

There is a reception set sofa at the corner of the workshop, where Ekaterina and Mina sit opposite Galen.

"You wanted to order a special glass product. Well, if that's the case, then it's this Galen's turn. What do you want? I'll make you a big vase, a decorative dish, anything."

"What I want you to make is not great. I'm sorry about the amateur painting, but could you look at this one?"

When I offered Mina the painting I showed her last night, Galen looked like an asshole.

"Ha. What is it, this"

"It's a glass pen."

"What? A pen?

"Yeah, it's a glass pen."

Yes. Beautiful writing equipment glass pen, which was deeply popular with some enthusiasts in previous life.

Everything was conceived by Japanese wind chimes artisans during the Meiji period, and they spread explosively at the time, but they were no longer commonly used in appearances such as ballpoint pens. Still, there are a certain number of people who prefer glass pens because of the beauty of their appearance and the quality of their writing.

Imperial writing equipment is commonly feather pens. This looks nice too, but the shaft is thin and hard to hold, I have to dip it in the ink kettle without being able to write a single line of notebooks because the tip of the pen is going to crumble quickly so I have to sharpen it with a knife and point it... and the practicality is not good. It is a painful substitute for the Japanese of the twenty-first century.

So if I could reproduce that glass pen here, I'm sure Alexei would be happy because it's so much more practical than a feather pen.

but.

Heh, and Galen laughed with her nose.

"I don't know why you came up with this, but I've never even heard of a glass pen. Do you understand that glass doesn't suck ink? Why do you think you can write with glass, hehe?"

"We're going to carve a groove on the tip. You suck up ink in that ditch. The pen axis of the feather pen sucks up the ink for the same reason."

Capillary phenomenon. It's the way I called it in my last life.

Even a feather pen doesn't smoke ink.

In frustration, Ekaterina lifts herself up a little with a fan. At that time, I realized that someone was watching over me from beyond my parents. A gentle-faced young man who just spoke to me stares at a picture of a glass pen painted by Ekaterina in the hands of his parents.

Galen noticed, looked back and had a drink.

"Hey ref! What the hell are you doing?

"Excuse me!"

The young man, called the ref, returns in advance to the furnace.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm not young."

Galen, laughing again, returned the glass pen painting to Ekaterina and gave it to her.

"If you want to order glass products, we can prepare a very elegant one. I'll show you now. - Hey, bring it."

He's not willing to make what he ordered, and he's going to let him order what he's good at.

Ekaterina sighed in the shadow of a fan when she saw the youngsters, who looked like brothers, trying to bring a vase large and heavy enough to hold by the two of them.

"It's not for you to have. I'm sorry I wasted your time. I know. Mina, let's go back."

"Yes, ma'am"

Mina gets up.

"No, no, wait a minute, ma'am. He said he'd like it."

A little sparkling Galen reaches out and tries to grab Ekaterina's delicate hands. - I held Mina's white hand against her thick arm.

Say it in a low voice.

"Don't touch the lady with your filthy hands."

"Oh, my God, you bitch. - Phew."

Galen, who tried to shake Mina's hand off, opened her eyes. Thin, white hands don't frighten, they eat like a panacea into a grabbed arm.

Missi, and the bones are shattered.

"Ugh!

Galen screams.

In the meantime, Ekaterina stood up and was moving behind Mina, beyond Galen's reach.

"Mina"

"Yes, ma'am"

Mina throws out Galen when it looks like it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to disturb you. Good afternoon."

Smiling at Galen, who was pale and trembling, and at the craftsmen of the workshop being taken lightly, Ekaterina followed Mina to leave the Galen workshop behind.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I can't believe I let that guy see your daughter."

Mina bowed her head with regret as she stood outside without riding the carriage to Ekaterina, who boarded the carriage.

"It's not Mina's fault. I don't think the parents of a reputable workshop would be so rude."

You've done so well, I suppose.

"He seems to be no big deal compared to a parent named Murano. But he's the best artisan in the country because he's dead."

"Oh, that's what..."

I mean, did he hack into it?

"I'm sure you're pretty good with your arms, that big vase is something I think will have a limited number of craftsmen who can make it. But that's why I don't like fine delicacies."

It seems like he didn't want to say he wasn't good or anything about the country's best artisan pride. You should present as clearly as negative information, old man.

And I'm pretty sure they licked me because it's two women. Even in Japan in the twenty-first century, there were a few people who lived high when they were women. It is in this world that the inferiority of men and women is intense.

"Now I want you to look for a workshop that specializes in fine things."

"Do you still want to make that glass pen"

"Of course, Mina. I'm not gonna give up easily."

I won't give up once or twice. Socialists deserve it.

"Ma'am, then could you wait here a little longer"

"Here?

"Yes."

The usual faceless look, but Mina seems to have an affair.

"Come on, if Mina says so"