Mixing scents. I've often heard people say that in past lives, they would layer two or three perfumes.
'But why didn't I think of this simple thing?'
Of course, that's because life isn't leisurely enough to be interested in perfume.
But the important thing is that I figured out a way to deal with that bad inventory.
“The scent of birch goes well with the scent of flowers.”
“It also goes well with orange scent.”
When I lit the two candles together, a strange but good scent came out. At first, the scent of lavender was strong, but later, a faint scent of birch lingered in my nostrils.
The space was filled with a richer fragrance than when only one incense candle was burned.
“I should show it to Baron Briggs first.”
At that time, a banquet was scheduled to be held at the residence of Baron Briggs to announce the marriage of the Baron's daughter.
It seemed like a good idea to show them mixing two candles there and promote the idea that they could be combined 'to your taste'.
Then, other nobles would also want to reveal their own ‘tastes’ and discernment through the combination of incense.
'They say that when a new life is born, your worries are solved, so I guess this is what it means!'
So is the medium a hero or not?
'But why didn't I think of this simple thing?'
Of course, that's because life isn't leisurely enough to be interested in perfume.
But the important thing is that I figured out a way to deal with that bad inventory.
“The scent of birch goes well with the scent of flowers.”
“It also goes well with orange scent.”
When I lit the two candles together, a strange but good scent came out. At first, the scent of lavender was strong, but later, a faint scent of birch lingered in my nostrils.
The space was filled with a richer fragrance than when only one incense candle was burned.
“I should show it to Baron Briggs first.”
At that time, a banquet was scheduled to be held at the residence of Baron Briggs to announce the marriage of the Baron's daughter.
It seemed like a good idea to show them mixing two candles there and promote the idea that they could be combined 'to your taste'.
Then, other nobles would also want to reveal their own ‘tastes’ and discernment through the combination of incense.
'They say that when a new life is born, your worries are solved, so I guess this is what it means!'
So is the medium a hero or not?
I shrugged my shoulders, unable to come to a conclusion, but Henry was certain of his conclusion.
The news that a new life had been conceived at the Rhineland Manor reached Henry's ears. Although it was a donkey foal, it was still a life.
In addition, the news that Henry had sold off all of his inventory, which had been causing him headaches, led him to conclude that the crystal ball medium was very effective.
Finally, Henry held out to the Marquis of Mosley what he had been holding in his heart all along.
“Your resignation, Sir Henry.”
“Yes, Marquis, I don’t think this is the place for me.”
The medium said that it was a candle that would not go out. What did that mean? The candle meant Judith's business, and if it did not go out, it meant that her business would go well.
'This time, not only did we get rid of the bad inventory all at once, we also increased sales. I can trust Madam's business acumen.'
Once she paid off her debts, Judith could expand her shops to two, or she could start a merchant company and sell incense throughout the empire.
If that happened, Henry could get a spot there too. He didn't know if it would be better than the honor of being a Knight of the Constabulary, but he was sure it wouldn't be as hard as working in the Constabulary.
“Yes, I respect your decision. I don’t think there’s any need for a handover. When you go to the incense shop, could you please give my letter to Erne?”
Cain handed Henry an unsealed letter. Henry read the contents absentmindedly and was taken aback.
“This for me?”
“Yes, this is your last mission as a police officer.”
“The last mission is too difficult, Marquis. If I continue like this, it will no longer be a mission, but rather my life.”
“I’m sure Madam will take good care of it. Doesn’t she care about you?”
Cain spoke in a very irresponsible manner.
“I guess she won’t let you die since she’s so greedy for you.”
Henry is back.
“Sir Henry!”
Judith, who had not yet been able to hire a suitable employee, ran barefoot to greet Henry.
"Ma'am!"
Henry, who was worried that Judith might feel burdened by him, ran straight to Judith, who welcomed him.
In front of the incense shop, Henry and Judith hugged each other as if they were reuniting with a separated family.
"Ha."
Erne was shocked. Judith, who had been trying to make something with him on the bed just the day before yesterday, was now unhesitatingly falling into Henry's arms.
Erne, who was quite displeased, pulled Judith away from Henry's arms.
“What are you doing with another man, Miss Harrington?”
“A hug.”
Are you confident? Is that something you say in front of your husband?
“And a stranger? Sir Henry is no stranger anymore.”
“Yes, Erne.”
Henry, who was in perfect sync with Judith, stood by and supported her.
“What kind of stranger am I? I’m your friend. To your wife, I’m her husband’s friend.”
Henry said, pounding his chest with his fist.
“If your husband’s friend is your husband, you're no different from me.”
That's not something that would make you feel bad even if you were arrested for adultery. While Erne was laughing in disbelief, Henry quickly handed him the letter Cain had given him.
Erne read the letter and frowned.
“What exactly is the Marquis doing?”
The letter said that they had gone to the place where Lionel and the supposed priest medium had met secretly, but that the place was already closed.
“I guess the priest heard that the Baron was dead.”
“Rumors about Baron Morbius spread throughout the capital, so you would have heard about it quickly.”
Judith, who was reading the letter next to Erne, was lost in thought for a moment.
“There’s something that’s been bothering me for a long time.”
"What?"
“The fountain of youth that the Baron drank. The drowning bottle from the upper ranks of Ouz. I’m really bothered by the fact that bulran is included in both of these.”
Of course, even though it is expensive and rare, it is not a medicinal herb that is as hard to obtain as trying to find a needle in a haystack, so it could have simply been a coincidence.
But it was a coincidence that both of these drugs were not available commercially and that they were made in bulran.
“Maybe not, but I’d like to find out who the Ouz Lords are getting their potions from. I heard that Baron Morbius also got the Fountain of Youth from outside the capital.”
The top of Ouz periodically goes up outside the capital. There were many things to be concerned about.
“Let me tell the Marquis first. There aren’t any other clues anyway.”
"Be careful."
Behind me, who was staggering while holding the box of incense, Erne held my waist and supported the box underneath with his other arm.
I flinched at the strong arms wrapped around my waist and the warmth of Erne’s body against my back. Ever since that day, when I had so many vain thoughts, I had been a little concerned about Erne.
Things I had taken for granted before, like light skinship or holding hands, no longer felt natural.
It was a little, just a little bit new and awkward. However, Erne didn't seem to mind, but I felt like I was the only one who was conscious of it, so I tried my best not to show it.
“Take them one by one, one by one.”
Erne snatched the box of incense from my hands.
“Are you going to move it by cart?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I left the box with Erne and turned around. I was too busy to brood over this strange feeling.
Since the layering technique of mixing two types of candles and burning them has been introduced, sales of candles have increased. It has been a long time since the stock of birch and orange-scented candles was depleted.
“Yes, yes, we’re going to the store soon, so let’s move the finished items quickly.”
The adults in the Rhineland Manor were all very busy dealing with the pouring in orders.
Of course, the children were not idle. As Erne also got busy, the work of collecting donkey incense, candles, and gold naturally became the children's job.
“Ugh, what is this!”
Vadim, who was filling two water buckets in the stable, shouted.
“Vadim, you surprised Hyang and Cho. What if you scream? Don’t you know that Hyang needs to be absolutely calm right now?”
“Look at this, Kaya. I told you, you can’t help but be surprised.”
Kaya was walking briskly towards Vadim when she was startled.
It was surprising to see a large beehive under the eaves of the stable, and dozens of dead bees were lying around underneath the hive.
“Look at that bee, Kaya. Its wings are black.”
“I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.”
Although they had not lived for many years, they were still children who had grown up in a harsh environment and had seen all kinds of bugs. Kaya and Vadim put their heads together in thought at the unusual appearance of the bee.
Should we report this peculiar phenomenon to busy adults or not?
The meeting, which Milo had joined in, continued until Erne came to fetch the donkey that was pulling the cart.
“There’s a bee with black wings?”
In the end, they decided to tell the adults. If there was a hive in the stable, bees would come and go, and the incense and candles could get stung by the bees.
But what caught my attention was the mention of a 'black-winged bee'.
A bee with black wings and other bees that have fallen dead.
'I've seen this somewhere.'
Where have I seen it? I searched my memory as the people who had heard the children hurried out of the mansion to remove the hive and make smoke to chase away the bees.
'I'm sure I know that one. Oh, right.'
I read it in the original. I, who had been thinking for a long time, snapped my fingers as an idea occurred to me.
“Just a moment. Everyone stop.”
I tried to dissuade two gardeners from destroying the beehive.
“That won’t solve it. Just leave it alone for now.”
“Isn’t it more dangerous to leave the hive alone?”
Erne asked curiously. It was a punishment that appeared in the original work, but it was an incident that occurred before Erne made his full appearance.
'It's natural that Erne doesn't know since it was an episode that the female protagonist solved on her own.'
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The news that a new life had been conceived at the Rhineland Manor reached Henry's ears. Although it was a donkey foal, it was still a life.
In addition, the news that Henry had sold off all of his inventory, which had been causing him headaches, led him to conclude that the crystal ball medium was very effective.
Finally, Henry held out to the Marquis of Mosley what he had been holding in his heart all along.
“Your resignation, Sir Henry.”
“Yes, Marquis, I don’t think this is the place for me.”
The medium said that it was a candle that would not go out. What did that mean? The candle meant Judith's business, and if it did not go out, it meant that her business would go well.
'This time, not only did we get rid of the bad inventory all at once, we also increased sales. I can trust Madam's business acumen.'
Once she paid off her debts, Judith could expand her shops to two, or she could start a merchant company and sell incense throughout the empire.
If that happened, Henry could get a spot there too. He didn't know if it would be better than the honor of being a Knight of the Constabulary, but he was sure it wouldn't be as hard as working in the Constabulary.
“Yes, I respect your decision. I don’t think there’s any need for a handover. When you go to the incense shop, could you please give my letter to Erne?”
Cain handed Henry an unsealed letter. Henry read the contents absentmindedly and was taken aback.
“This for me?”
“Yes, this is your last mission as a police officer.”
“The last mission is too difficult, Marquis. If I continue like this, it will no longer be a mission, but rather my life.”
“I’m sure Madam will take good care of it. Doesn’t she care about you?”
Cain spoke in a very irresponsible manner.
“I guess she won’t let you die since she’s so greedy for you.”
***
Henry is back.
“Sir Henry!”
Judith, who had not yet been able to hire a suitable employee, ran barefoot to greet Henry.
"Ma'am!"
Henry, who was worried that Judith might feel burdened by him, ran straight to Judith, who welcomed him.
In front of the incense shop, Henry and Judith hugged each other as if they were reuniting with a separated family.
"Ha."
Erne was shocked. Judith, who had been trying to make something with him on the bed just the day before yesterday, was now unhesitatingly falling into Henry's arms.
Erne, who was quite displeased, pulled Judith away from Henry's arms.
“What are you doing with another man, Miss Harrington?”
“A hug.”
Are you confident? Is that something you say in front of your husband?
“And a stranger? Sir Henry is no stranger anymore.”
“Yes, Erne.”
Henry, who was in perfect sync with Judith, stood by and supported her.
“What kind of stranger am I? I’m your friend. To your wife, I’m her husband’s friend.”
Henry said, pounding his chest with his fist.
“If your husband’s friend is your husband, you're no different from me.”
That's not something that would make you feel bad even if you were arrested for adultery. While Erne was laughing in disbelief, Henry quickly handed him the letter Cain had given him.
Erne read the letter and frowned.
“What exactly is the Marquis doing?”
The letter said that they had gone to the place where Lionel and the supposed priest medium had met secretly, but that the place was already closed.
“I guess the priest heard that the Baron was dead.”
“Rumors about Baron Morbius spread throughout the capital, so you would have heard about it quickly.”
Judith, who was reading the letter next to Erne, was lost in thought for a moment.
“There’s something that’s been bothering me for a long time.”
"What?"
“The fountain of youth that the Baron drank. The drowning bottle from the upper ranks of Ouz. I’m really bothered by the fact that bulran is included in both of these.”
Of course, even though it is expensive and rare, it is not a medicinal herb that is as hard to obtain as trying to find a needle in a haystack, so it could have simply been a coincidence.
But it was a coincidence that both of these drugs were not available commercially and that they were made in bulran.
“Maybe not, but I’d like to find out who the Ouz Lords are getting their potions from. I heard that Baron Morbius also got the Fountain of Youth from outside the capital.”
The top of Ouz periodically goes up outside the capital. There were many things to be concerned about.
“Let me tell the Marquis first. There aren’t any other clues anyway.”
***
"Be careful."
Behind me, who was staggering while holding the box of incense, Erne held my waist and supported the box underneath with his other arm.
I flinched at the strong arms wrapped around my waist and the warmth of Erne’s body against my back. Ever since that day, when I had so many vain thoughts, I had been a little concerned about Erne.
Things I had taken for granted before, like light skinship or holding hands, no longer felt natural.
It was a little, just a little bit new and awkward. However, Erne didn't seem to mind, but I felt like I was the only one who was conscious of it, so I tried my best not to show it.
“Take them one by one, one by one.”
Erne snatched the box of incense from my hands.
“Are you going to move it by cart?”
“Yes, thank you.”
I left the box with Erne and turned around. I was too busy to brood over this strange feeling.
Since the layering technique of mixing two types of candles and burning them has been introduced, sales of candles have increased. It has been a long time since the stock of birch and orange-scented candles was depleted.
“Yes, yes, we’re going to the store soon, so let’s move the finished items quickly.”
The adults in the Rhineland Manor were all very busy dealing with the pouring in orders.
Of course, the children were not idle. As Erne also got busy, the work of collecting donkey incense, candles, and gold naturally became the children's job.
“Ugh, what is this!”
Vadim, who was filling two water buckets in the stable, shouted.
“Vadim, you surprised Hyang and Cho. What if you scream? Don’t you know that Hyang needs to be absolutely calm right now?”
“Look at this, Kaya. I told you, you can’t help but be surprised.”
Kaya was walking briskly towards Vadim when she was startled.
It was surprising to see a large beehive under the eaves of the stable, and dozens of dead bees were lying around underneath the hive.
“Look at that bee, Kaya. Its wings are black.”
“I’ve never seen anything like that in my life.”
Although they had not lived for many years, they were still children who had grown up in a harsh environment and had seen all kinds of bugs. Kaya and Vadim put their heads together in thought at the unusual appearance of the bee.
Should we report this peculiar phenomenon to busy adults or not?
The meeting, which Milo had joined in, continued until Erne came to fetch the donkey that was pulling the cart.
***
“There’s a bee with black wings?”
In the end, they decided to tell the adults. If there was a hive in the stable, bees would come and go, and the incense and candles could get stung by the bees.
But what caught my attention was the mention of a 'black-winged bee'.
A bee with black wings and other bees that have fallen dead.
'I've seen this somewhere.'
Where have I seen it? I searched my memory as the people who had heard the children hurried out of the mansion to remove the hive and make smoke to chase away the bees.
'I'm sure I know that one. Oh, right.'
I read it in the original. I, who had been thinking for a long time, snapped my fingers as an idea occurred to me.
“Just a moment. Everyone stop.”
I tried to dissuade two gardeners from destroying the beehive.
“That won’t solve it. Just leave it alone for now.”
“Isn’t it more dangerous to leave the hive alone?”
Erne asked curiously. It was a punishment that appeared in the original work, but it was an incident that occurred before Erne made his full appearance.
'It's natural that Erne doesn't know since it was an episode that the female protagonist solved on her own.'
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