An order came from the imperial palace.
The Empress had ordered candles for the upcoming imperial banquet. Enclosed with the order was a neatly trimmed Lizabel Rose.
Even though she was planning to decorate it with other candles, the order was for a whopping 400 candles. 400 candles! I was so happy that she was jumping for joy.
If I were alone, I would have had to refuse because I couldn't make 400 while also running the store, but now I had help. It wasn't enough, but I could make it if I cut down on my sleep.
“If we showcase incense at the royal banquet, orders will come in from other nobles who have been uninterested until now.”
So, we have to do well. It was a really good opportunity for the business to take it to the next level.
A few days after I began to make incense with all my heart and soul, news came that the purple feathered medium had died during the investigation.
A little Luhmann came to the incense shop.
“How about some moisturizing cream, Little Luhmann?”
I also sent the newly launched moisturizing and soothing cream to the Luhmann brothers.
“Good, very.”
Little Luhmann's face looked much better than before. It looked even better than before he applied the nourishing cream made from corpse fat.
Once the moisture is recharged, the person appears a little whiter and more dewy.
Somehow, even Smith's other subordinates who had not suffered any cosmetic damage came to buy moisturizing creams, and it was all thanks to the Luhmann brothers.
“But why are you telling me to come with you when it’s not even the day to pay interest?”
Little Luhmann was taking me and Erne to Smith's office.
"Grace."
"Yes?"
“I will repay the favor.”
I'm not sure exactly what he meant, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't debt collection.
“While I’m at it, I should tell Mr. Smith that I’ll use a late payment coupon.”
Now was the time to use it. I needed to purchase additional materials to make 400 more candles in addition to the ones I was already selling.
I had to draw on my emergency fund to buy more materials than I had anticipated, but I didn't have to do that if I could postpone paying Smith the interest and principal.
But as soon as I entered Smith's office, I completely forgot about the overdue coupons.
It was because of the man kneeling down, beaten.
“Well, did you make a double appointment, Mr. Smith?”
“No. Please sit down. Don’t stand up and listen, get shocked, and fall over.”
“Ah, ahh..."
“Please calm down, Ma’am.”
“Yes, take a deep breath.”
Judith, who was listening to the reason why the man was kneeling there, grabbed the back of his neck. Erne calmed Judith down by grabbing her shoulder as she was about to fall backward.
“Breathe in, breathe out.”
Sigh, ha, sigh, ha. Judith tried to calm down. But this was not a matter that could be calmed down easily.
“What kind of guys are they, what kind of guys are they, ugh-.”
Judith, who was getting angry, stood up and then fell back down on the sofa, holding onto the back of her neck, but Erne caught her and made her sit up straight.
“How dare you put something dirty on my incense?”
Judith trembled as she held the large cup of tea that Luhmann had brought her. The whole story was as follows.
The Luhmann brothers stumbled upon Judith's incense in a back alley.
There may be people who buy incense even in back alleys. Some rich people had sophisticated tastes even though they worked in the shade.
The problem was that it was a den of slum drug dealers. At first, I thought they must have wandered in by chance.
“Isn’t it possible that someone lost or threw away the incense? But you know.”
Incense sticks were increasingly seen in drug dealer dens, at the homes of people who owed money to buy drugs, and in illegal gambling establishments.
Big Luhmann thought it was strange and brought one of the incense sticks that the herbalist had. It was a scented candle, but its scent was that of dried marigold flowers.
“Dried dandelion flowers, when smoked, are a highly addictive stimulant.”
The effect was less severe than smoking cigarettes, but it still had a stimulating effect. It was also addictive, but less so than inhaling the smoke directly through the nose and mouth, so it was popular.
“But isn’t it really strange, madam? Why did they choose to make the candle shape exactly like yours?”
You can make narcotic candles. Yes, you can. But why did you model the narcotic candle after Judith's candle?
Judith's candle still retains its unique form without any analogs.
“I see. There would have been no need to make and sell candles in glass bottles like this.”
Erne muttered as he examined the narcotic incense Smith had secured. It was also contained in a glass bottle like Judith's incense. Even the shape of the bottle was almost identical.
Not only that, he even copied the thick wick used by Judith and the ribbon wrapped around the glass bottle. There was no need for someone selling narcotic incense to do this.
Judith, you may have put a lot of effort into the appearance of selling to the nobles, but isn't it to the advantage of drug dealers to lower the production cost and make as much money as possible?
“It’s even cheap.”
“This is aimed at me.”
Judith fanned herself with her hand to try to get rid of the burning embers. This narcotic incense was made to inflame Judith's incense. It's not certain, but it seems likely.
“It’s only a matter of time before the pitcher plant comes out into the open. It’s probably already being used in poker rooms.”
Judith took a deep breath. Her head hurt. When the narcotic incense is released into the sunlight, things get out of control.
Since the appearance of incense is similar, the police will ban the sale of incense.
Meanwhile, rumors will spread. Which of the nobles who value their dignity would buy incense that may be laced with drugs?
The orders from the imperial court might also be canceled. Then, the raw materials that had been purchased in large quantities would remain as dead stock, and the financial loss would be entirely Judith's responsibility.
Who could it be, who on earth would do such a thing and why?
Judith was so angry that her chest felt tight. She couldn't even breathe.
“This man said he got caught selling narcotic incense.”
The Luhmann brothers sought out a vendor to repay Judith for sending them the cure and for her concern for them.
The Luhmann brothers, who knew many people in the back alleys, were able to find the vendor without arousing suspicion.
The easy tracking was due to their appearance, which obviously looked like they were using narcotic incense. Of course, they were men who took care of their skin in preparation for marriage and had no interest in drugs.
“I, I just, received the item and sold it.”
The man was originally a peddler who sold anything that could be made of money. He bought a few candles containing chrysanthemums because they were cheap and only made a small profit.
“Where did you get the items?”
Judith barely managed to hold on to her husband, who was moving away and asked him. Even with his face swollen from being hit, the man hesitated.
And hesitating even in a situation where you could be right is,
“I think there’s a scary person behind you.”
It also means that the person selling the goods also exerts some power in the back alleys.
“But no matter how scary that person is, would he be better than the captain of the police force?”
Behind Judith is the Marquis of Mosley.
“Oh, and I also know the commander of the 1st Imperial Knights. Are you strong enough to deal with the 1st Knights?”
Gelard said that he thought he would survive thanks to the arthritis medicine Judith sent him, and she also sent him a gift.
Besides, he is a knight who knows chivalry. If he knew that Judith was being treated so unfairly, he would never turn a blind eye to it.
“If I get there, I might be able to meet His Majesty the Emperor. If this gets that far, wouldn’t things get really bad?”
“Ha, but.”
The man kept his mouth shut, saying, "The law is far away, but your fist is close."
“Sir, I’m telling you that the law is near and the fist is near. Until this matter is resolved, you should go to the police prison and come out.”
But if things don't work out, you'll never be able to come out, right? Judith whispered in the man's ear.
“If you’re in the police prison, no one can touch you, just say it.”
The man who had been hesitating at Erne's warning tightly closed his eyes.
“Leo, Leo sells it.”
“Leo? He sells this kind of stuff?”
Smith asked, puzzled.
“Who is Leo?”
“There is a guy who is a mercenary on the outside but a gangster on the inside. He is the guy who thinks I am the boss in the back alleys. He has quite a few guys under his command.”
“Why is a guy who plays mercenary selling this kind of thing?”
The man shook his head as if he didn't know that much. In that case, she had no choice but to find out for herself.
Smith advised Judith to be careful with Leo, as he was a rough guy.
He's a hasty guy who just rushes in and sees things through. But would that haste be displayed in front of a captain of the police force, let alone a single soldier of the police force?
Judith went to see Leo with Cain, who had even put on the police mark. Henry, who was wearing the police uniform for the first time in a long time, and Erne, who was dressed up as a police officer, also went with her.
The Empress had ordered candles for the upcoming imperial banquet. Enclosed with the order was a neatly trimmed Lizabel Rose.
Even though she was planning to decorate it with other candles, the order was for a whopping 400 candles. 400 candles! I was so happy that she was jumping for joy.
If I were alone, I would have had to refuse because I couldn't make 400 while also running the store, but now I had help. It wasn't enough, but I could make it if I cut down on my sleep.
“If we showcase incense at the royal banquet, orders will come in from other nobles who have been uninterested until now.”
So, we have to do well. It was a really good opportunity for the business to take it to the next level.
A few days after I began to make incense with all my heart and soul, news came that the purple feathered medium had died during the investigation.
A little Luhmann came to the incense shop.
“How about some moisturizing cream, Little Luhmann?”
I also sent the newly launched moisturizing and soothing cream to the Luhmann brothers.
“Good, very.”
Little Luhmann's face looked much better than before. It looked even better than before he applied the nourishing cream made from corpse fat.
Once the moisture is recharged, the person appears a little whiter and more dewy.
Somehow, even Smith's other subordinates who had not suffered any cosmetic damage came to buy moisturizing creams, and it was all thanks to the Luhmann brothers.
“But why are you telling me to come with you when it’s not even the day to pay interest?”
Little Luhmann was taking me and Erne to Smith's office.
"Grace."
"Yes?"
“I will repay the favor.”
I'm not sure exactly what he meant, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't debt collection.
“While I’m at it, I should tell Mr. Smith that I’ll use a late payment coupon.”
Now was the time to use it. I needed to purchase additional materials to make 400 more candles in addition to the ones I was already selling.
I had to draw on my emergency fund to buy more materials than I had anticipated, but I didn't have to do that if I could postpone paying Smith the interest and principal.
But as soon as I entered Smith's office, I completely forgot about the overdue coupons.
It was because of the man kneeling down, beaten.
“Well, did you make a double appointment, Mr. Smith?”
“No. Please sit down. Don’t stand up and listen, get shocked, and fall over.”
***
“Ah, ahh..."
“Please calm down, Ma’am.”
“Yes, take a deep breath.”
Judith, who was listening to the reason why the man was kneeling there, grabbed the back of his neck. Erne calmed Judith down by grabbing her shoulder as she was about to fall backward.
“Breathe in, breathe out.”
Sigh, ha, sigh, ha. Judith tried to calm down. But this was not a matter that could be calmed down easily.
“What kind of guys are they, what kind of guys are they, ugh-.”
Judith, who was getting angry, stood up and then fell back down on the sofa, holding onto the back of her neck, but Erne caught her and made her sit up straight.
“How dare you put something dirty on my incense?”
Judith trembled as she held the large cup of tea that Luhmann had brought her. The whole story was as follows.
The Luhmann brothers stumbled upon Judith's incense in a back alley.
There may be people who buy incense even in back alleys. Some rich people had sophisticated tastes even though they worked in the shade.
The problem was that it was a den of slum drug dealers. At first, I thought they must have wandered in by chance.
“Isn’t it possible that someone lost or threw away the incense? But you know.”
Incense sticks were increasingly seen in drug dealer dens, at the homes of people who owed money to buy drugs, and in illegal gambling establishments.
Big Luhmann thought it was strange and brought one of the incense sticks that the herbalist had. It was a scented candle, but its scent was that of dried marigold flowers.
“Dried dandelion flowers, when smoked, are a highly addictive stimulant.”
The effect was less severe than smoking cigarettes, but it still had a stimulating effect. It was also addictive, but less so than inhaling the smoke directly through the nose and mouth, so it was popular.
“But isn’t it really strange, madam? Why did they choose to make the candle shape exactly like yours?”
You can make narcotic candles. Yes, you can. But why did you model the narcotic candle after Judith's candle?
Judith's candle still retains its unique form without any analogs.
“I see. There would have been no need to make and sell candles in glass bottles like this.”
Erne muttered as he examined the narcotic incense Smith had secured. It was also contained in a glass bottle like Judith's incense. Even the shape of the bottle was almost identical.
Not only that, he even copied the thick wick used by Judith and the ribbon wrapped around the glass bottle. There was no need for someone selling narcotic incense to do this.
Judith, you may have put a lot of effort into the appearance of selling to the nobles, but isn't it to the advantage of drug dealers to lower the production cost and make as much money as possible?
“It’s even cheap.”
“This is aimed at me.”
Judith fanned herself with her hand to try to get rid of the burning embers. This narcotic incense was made to inflame Judith's incense. It's not certain, but it seems likely.
“It’s only a matter of time before the pitcher plant comes out into the open. It’s probably already being used in poker rooms.”
Judith took a deep breath. Her head hurt. When the narcotic incense is released into the sunlight, things get out of control.
Since the appearance of incense is similar, the police will ban the sale of incense.
Meanwhile, rumors will spread. Which of the nobles who value their dignity would buy incense that may be laced with drugs?
The orders from the imperial court might also be canceled. Then, the raw materials that had been purchased in large quantities would remain as dead stock, and the financial loss would be entirely Judith's responsibility.
Who could it be, who on earth would do such a thing and why?
Judith was so angry that her chest felt tight. She couldn't even breathe.
“This man said he got caught selling narcotic incense.”
The Luhmann brothers sought out a vendor to repay Judith for sending them the cure and for her concern for them.
The Luhmann brothers, who knew many people in the back alleys, were able to find the vendor without arousing suspicion.
The easy tracking was due to their appearance, which obviously looked like they were using narcotic incense. Of course, they were men who took care of their skin in preparation for marriage and had no interest in drugs.
“I, I just, received the item and sold it.”
The man was originally a peddler who sold anything that could be made of money. He bought a few candles containing chrysanthemums because they were cheap and only made a small profit.
“Where did you get the items?”
Judith barely managed to hold on to her husband, who was moving away and asked him. Even with his face swollen from being hit, the man hesitated.
And hesitating even in a situation where you could be right is,
“I think there’s a scary person behind you.”
It also means that the person selling the goods also exerts some power in the back alleys.
“But no matter how scary that person is, would he be better than the captain of the police force?”
Behind Judith is the Marquis of Mosley.
“Oh, and I also know the commander of the 1st Imperial Knights. Are you strong enough to deal with the 1st Knights?”
Gelard said that he thought he would survive thanks to the arthritis medicine Judith sent him, and she also sent him a gift.
Besides, he is a knight who knows chivalry. If he knew that Judith was being treated so unfairly, he would never turn a blind eye to it.
“If I get there, I might be able to meet His Majesty the Emperor. If this gets that far, wouldn’t things get really bad?”
“Ha, but.”
The man kept his mouth shut, saying, "The law is far away, but your fist is close."
“Sir, I’m telling you that the law is near and the fist is near. Until this matter is resolved, you should go to the police prison and come out.”
But if things don't work out, you'll never be able to come out, right? Judith whispered in the man's ear.
“If you’re in the police prison, no one can touch you, just say it.”
The man who had been hesitating at Erne's warning tightly closed his eyes.
“Leo, Leo sells it.”
“Leo? He sells this kind of stuff?”
Smith asked, puzzled.
“Who is Leo?”
“There is a guy who is a mercenary on the outside but a gangster on the inside. He is the guy who thinks I am the boss in the back alleys. He has quite a few guys under his command.”
“Why is a guy who plays mercenary selling this kind of thing?”
The man shook his head as if he didn't know that much. In that case, she had no choice but to find out for herself.
***
Smith advised Judith to be careful with Leo, as he was a rough guy.
He's a hasty guy who just rushes in and sees things through. But would that haste be displayed in front of a captain of the police force, let alone a single soldier of the police force?
Judith went to see Leo with Cain, who had even put on the police mark. Henry, who was wearing the police uniform for the first time in a long time, and Erne, who was dressed up as a police officer, also went with her.
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