The marigold candle, like Judith's candle, does not use essential oils to create its scent. It is made by placing dried marigold powder on the wick.
It was an application of the method of smoking and inhaling it.
Judith used the same method. She got the sedge flower, dried it, ground it, and used it to make a wick to make a candle. The method of making it wasn't a problem in the first place.
The core of Operation Judith was to spread a generous amount of horsetail incense in the back alleys. However, the existing incense production could not be stopped to make horsetail incense.
And there was another problem. Who would sell horsetail incense in a back alley? If it was someone who looked like they were selling something like horsetail incense, people would get fooled and buy it.
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Smith.”
Judith solved both of these problems through Smith.
“With this, I have repaid half of the favor of fixing my children’s faces, madam.”
Smith had promised to provide labor in exchange for catching the con men and giving the Luhmann brothers a cure. Judith thought now was the time to use it.
Smith's men, under Smith's direction, made horsetail incense in perfect order. Then, they falsely claimed it was horsetail incense and released it in back alleys.
“It will soon be spread all over the back alleys.”
Judith smiled happily, left this part to Smith, and moved on to the next step.
“I want to sign an exclusive contract.”
Judith came to the glass bottle workshop. The glass bottles used now were cylindrical glass bottles that could be found anywhere.
“Is this an exclusive contract?”
“Yes, the last time I saw you, the boss also did glass bottle crafts.”
Judith turned her head and looked at the workshop owner's works on display by the window. They were clearly works of fine craftsmanship and aesthetics, such as light bulbs and glass bottles with wave patterns.
They were beautiful, but they took a lot of work to make, so they couldn't be sold and were only put on display.
“I want to buy something like that.”
Judith pointed to a light bulb-shaped glass bottle and a glass bottle with a wave pattern.
“Those take a long time to make, so they’re expensive. And you can’t make as many as the cylindrical glass bottles that Miss Harrington buys.”
“Yes, that’s why I told you to sell it only to me.”
Judith's next strategy was to create a premium line. In a luxury strategy, price doesn't matter. What's important is scarcity. That's exactly what it means for not everyone to have it.
“We need someone as skilled as you, Sir.”
There are many glass bottle workshops, but the owner of the one Judith met just now has skills that could be called a craftsman.
“Imagine that the glass bottle you made is displayed in the palace.”
“Oh, are you talking about the palace?”
“Yes, and right in the middle of the banquet hall hosted by Her Majesty the Empress!”
Judith kept rekindling the artistic spirit buried deep in her heart due to her livelihood.
“Instead, you only sell it to me.”
Skilled craftsmen are hard to come by. Judith wanted to monopolize the rare materials.
“Come with me.”
An artist cannot turn away from someone who recognizes him. The workshop owner eventually took Judith's hand.
“Premium? The word is weird, but let’s do it right.”
When you think of incense, you think of Ms. Harrington, and when you think of Ms. Harrington, you think of incense.
“This is a brand.”
Judith muttered. Of course, no one understood what she was saying.
“When it comes to incense, it’s Miss Harrington.”
Erne looked at Judith, who could not sleep even as the night deepened. After learning about the daisy scent, she had been busy running around for four days.
She didn't eat properly, went to bed late, and woke up at the crack of dawn.
“Should you go to bed a little early today?”
“Erne, go to sleep first.”
Judith didn't seem to be thinking of going to bed early today either.
“If you keep doing this, you’ll collapse.”
“People don’t fall that easily, Erne.”
He knew that the answer would come. Erne strode into Judith's room, which was now like a study.
Erne, who found a place to step on the messy floor filled with all sorts of packaging materials and designs, squatted down and picked up Judith, who was drawing something diligently.
“Ah, Erne!”
Judith struggled, but it was no use.
“I was just getting inspired.”
“You made that excuse an hour ago too.”
Erne took Judith to his room and placed her on the bed.
“...”
They slept together every day, but it felt new to be holding her and laying her down. It’s been a while since they slept together in the same bed, so what is this unfamiliar feeling?
But Judith didn't even give Erne time to chew on the strange feeling of alienation.
“Wow, wait, I just had a really good idea, really.”
“Lie down and think about it, then.”
Erne pressed Judith's forehead as she bounced up like a fish out of water.
“Close your eyes.”
“Oh, that won’t work.”
The tiredness was evident at the end of the voice full of regret. Erne’s large hand covered Judith’s eyes.
Judith's breathing became slower and slower at the rough yet warm and heavy sensation.
“I’m really busy.”
“Wake up tomorrow and do it, tomorrow.”
The complicated thoughts in her head gradually became dark. The strength in her grip that was holding Ern’s hand away gradually disappeared.
Regardless, Judith held onto the flower stalk and burst into laughter from within.
Found my item.
Seasonal limited edition.
Even as she created custom bottles, changed packaging, and developed new scented candles, Judith always felt like something was missing. Something that was lacking was a powerful punch if you will.
But as soon as she saw this fragrant flower that blooms for a very short time and then falls, the 1% that was missing was filled.
“I can’t stand limited editions.”
The nobles love rare things. Things that others cannot easily obtain. That is the best way to show off wealth and power.
If it's a limited edition item that is sold in limited quantities, you'll be anxious because you can't get it.
It was an application of the method of smoking and inhaling it.
Judith used the same method. She got the sedge flower, dried it, ground it, and used it to make a wick to make a candle. The method of making it wasn't a problem in the first place.
The core of Operation Judith was to spread a generous amount of horsetail incense in the back alleys. However, the existing incense production could not be stopped to make horsetail incense.
And there was another problem. Who would sell horsetail incense in a back alley? If it was someone who looked like they were selling something like horsetail incense, people would get fooled and buy it.
“Thank you for your help, Mr. Smith.”
Judith solved both of these problems through Smith.
“With this, I have repaid half of the favor of fixing my children’s faces, madam.”
Smith had promised to provide labor in exchange for catching the con men and giving the Luhmann brothers a cure. Judith thought now was the time to use it.
Smith's men, under Smith's direction, made horsetail incense in perfect order. Then, they falsely claimed it was horsetail incense and released it in back alleys.
“It will soon be spread all over the back alleys.”
Judith smiled happily, left this part to Smith, and moved on to the next step.
***
“I want to sign an exclusive contract.”
Judith came to the glass bottle workshop. The glass bottles used now were cylindrical glass bottles that could be found anywhere.
“Is this an exclusive contract?”
“Yes, the last time I saw you, the boss also did glass bottle crafts.”
Judith turned her head and looked at the workshop owner's works on display by the window. They were clearly works of fine craftsmanship and aesthetics, such as light bulbs and glass bottles with wave patterns.
They were beautiful, but they took a lot of work to make, so they couldn't be sold and were only put on display.
“I want to buy something like that.”
Judith pointed to a light bulb-shaped glass bottle and a glass bottle with a wave pattern.
“Those take a long time to make, so they’re expensive. And you can’t make as many as the cylindrical glass bottles that Miss Harrington buys.”
“Yes, that’s why I told you to sell it only to me.”
Judith's next strategy was to create a premium line. In a luxury strategy, price doesn't matter. What's important is scarcity. That's exactly what it means for not everyone to have it.
“We need someone as skilled as you, Sir.”
There are many glass bottle workshops, but the owner of the one Judith met just now has skills that could be called a craftsman.
“Imagine that the glass bottle you made is displayed in the palace.”
“Oh, are you talking about the palace?”
“Yes, and right in the middle of the banquet hall hosted by Her Majesty the Empress!”
Judith kept rekindling the artistic spirit buried deep in her heart due to her livelihood.
“Instead, you only sell it to me.”
Skilled craftsmen are hard to come by. Judith wanted to monopolize the rare materials.
“Come with me.”
An artist cannot turn away from someone who recognizes him. The workshop owner eventually took Judith's hand.
“Premium? The word is weird, but let’s do it right.”
***
When you think of incense, you think of Ms. Harrington, and when you think of Ms. Harrington, you think of incense.
“This is a brand.”
Judith muttered. Of course, no one understood what she was saying.
“When it comes to incense, it’s Miss Harrington.”
Erne looked at Judith, who could not sleep even as the night deepened. After learning about the daisy scent, she had been busy running around for four days.
She didn't eat properly, went to bed late, and woke up at the crack of dawn.
“Should you go to bed a little early today?”
“Erne, go to sleep first.”
Judith didn't seem to be thinking of going to bed early today either.
“If you keep doing this, you’ll collapse.”
“People don’t fall that easily, Erne.”
He knew that the answer would come. Erne strode into Judith's room, which was now like a study.
Erne, who found a place to step on the messy floor filled with all sorts of packaging materials and designs, squatted down and picked up Judith, who was drawing something diligently.
“Ah, Erne!”
Judith struggled, but it was no use.
“I was just getting inspired.”
“You made that excuse an hour ago too.”
Erne took Judith to his room and placed her on the bed.
“...”
They slept together every day, but it felt new to be holding her and laying her down. It’s been a while since they slept together in the same bed, so what is this unfamiliar feeling?
But Judith didn't even give Erne time to chew on the strange feeling of alienation.
“Wow, wait, I just had a really good idea, really.”
“Lie down and think about it, then.”
Erne pressed Judith's forehead as she bounced up like a fish out of water.
“Close your eyes.”
“Oh, that won’t work.”
The tiredness was evident at the end of the voice full of regret. Erne’s large hand covered Judith’s eyes.
Judith's breathing became slower and slower at the rough yet warm and heavy sensation.
“I’m really busy.”
“Wake up tomorrow and do it, tomorrow.”
The complicated thoughts in her head gradually became dark. The strength in her grip that was holding Ern’s hand away gradually disappeared.
How dare you interrupt me.
The lips move in a jerky manner, but not a single meaningful word comes out.
“What are you mumbling about? If you have something to say, say it tomorrow. For now, go to sleep.”
She grumbled that he was being a nuisance, but it wasn't really because Erne was a nuisance. It was just strange to Judith. Having someone take care of her.
It was unfamiliar, but she didn't hate it. Even though it felt strange, the touch was warm. She shouldn't keep relying on things like this. A warning thought suddenly crossed her mind, but she couldn't overcome it.
“How can you sleep just by closing your eyes?”
Erne listened to Judith's breathing, which had become increasingly shallow, and then removed his hands from her eyes. The hands that supported the pillow behind Judith's neck and pulled the blanket that had been pushed far away were quiet.
Everyone living in the Rhineland Mansion had a job to do. Even the ten-year-old children were all Judith's hands and feet.
Erne was nothing here. At best, his job was to carry heavy things.
“Well, they say that people like me are only useful in war.”
That was what Gelard said. He personally has a negative reaction to him, but he thought it was true both when he first heard it and now.
His only usefulness is when he holds a sword. In times of peace when there is no need to hold a sword, a knight called a mad dog is nothing but a nuisance.
As of yet, complete peace has not yet arrived. However, once the main group of Followers is captured, the sharp sword that cannot be swung in any direction will no longer be of much use.
Erne felt a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue as he thought about that day that would surely come someday.
“What if they burn an entire can and now they come back and ask for my money back?”
“No, you bastard. No matter how much I smoke, it doesn’t work. What can I do? Weren’t you the one who sold the fake in the first place? Huh?”
The scent of the horsehair weed permeated the back alleys where the scent of the horsehair weed had been sweeping. Since the appearance and scent were the same, neither the middlemen who received the goods nor the buyers could tell which was the real horsehair weed.
Since one out of two was a fake, people increasingly avoided the incense of the dandelion. Even the most ignorant of the incense, they were not foolish enough to be unable to calculate simple profits and losses.
As Judith had planned, at some point interest in the daisy incense rapidly subsided.
“I must report to Miss Harrington that things are going well.”
“Let’s report, let’s report.”
Brother Luhmann turned around, looking at what he didn't know whether it was a horsehair incense or a crab flower incense that was being thrown on the floor while he was fighting.
At the same time, the Rhineland Mansion.
Judith, who was preparing for the autumn/winter season, was not in her studio, but in the hallway of the mansion, hugging a flower bud.
“This is a flower called swan tears.”
Looking at Judith like that, Beichi continued his explanation about the flower.
“They bloom when exposed to autumn rain, and they all die when the first frost comes. Even the full flowers can only be seen before the leaves appear.”
Swan's tears, which only bloom near the water in deep forests, are flowers with white buds on green stems that look like dog's paws.
It wasn't very showy or pretty, but it had a wonderful fragrance. This flower was picked by Kaya while she was playing in the forest behind the Rhineland mansion and was given to her godmother.
Wherever Kaya passed by with flowers, a faint fragrance of flowers remained, and Judith, who smelled the fragrance, ran out from where she was making incense.
“A flower that blooms briefly and then falls.”
Judith looked at the swan's tears and laughed madly. Kaya flinched and hid behind Beichi, and Beichi slightly averted his gaze.
“I wonder if there’s some strange ingredient in this flower?”
When Erne asked Judith, who had her eyes wide open and the corners of her lips raised in a smile, Beichi hesitated and answered.
“I don’t think there is such a thing... I think it might be worth looking into.”
The lips move in a jerky manner, but not a single meaningful word comes out.
“What are you mumbling about? If you have something to say, say it tomorrow. For now, go to sleep.”
She grumbled that he was being a nuisance, but it wasn't really because Erne was a nuisance. It was just strange to Judith. Having someone take care of her.
It was unfamiliar, but she didn't hate it. Even though it felt strange, the touch was warm. She shouldn't keep relying on things like this. A warning thought suddenly crossed her mind, but she couldn't overcome it.
“How can you sleep just by closing your eyes?”
Erne listened to Judith's breathing, which had become increasingly shallow, and then removed his hands from her eyes. The hands that supported the pillow behind Judith's neck and pulled the blanket that had been pushed far away were quiet.
Everyone living in the Rhineland Mansion had a job to do. Even the ten-year-old children were all Judith's hands and feet.
Erne was nothing here. At best, his job was to carry heavy things.
“Well, they say that people like me are only useful in war.”
That was what Gelard said. He personally has a negative reaction to him, but he thought it was true both when he first heard it and now.
His only usefulness is when he holds a sword. In times of peace when there is no need to hold a sword, a knight called a mad dog is nothing but a nuisance.
As of yet, complete peace has not yet arrived. However, once the main group of Followers is captured, the sharp sword that cannot be swung in any direction will no longer be of much use.
Erne felt a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue as he thought about that day that would surely come someday.
***
“What if they burn an entire can and now they come back and ask for my money back?”
“No, you bastard. No matter how much I smoke, it doesn’t work. What can I do? Weren’t you the one who sold the fake in the first place? Huh?”
The scent of the horsehair weed permeated the back alleys where the scent of the horsehair weed had been sweeping. Since the appearance and scent were the same, neither the middlemen who received the goods nor the buyers could tell which was the real horsehair weed.
Since one out of two was a fake, people increasingly avoided the incense of the dandelion. Even the most ignorant of the incense, they were not foolish enough to be unable to calculate simple profits and losses.
As Judith had planned, at some point interest in the daisy incense rapidly subsided.
“I must report to Miss Harrington that things are going well.”
“Let’s report, let’s report.”
Brother Luhmann turned around, looking at what he didn't know whether it was a horsehair incense or a crab flower incense that was being thrown on the floor while he was fighting.
***
At the same time, the Rhineland Mansion.
Judith, who was preparing for the autumn/winter season, was not in her studio, but in the hallway of the mansion, hugging a flower bud.
“This is a flower called swan tears.”
Looking at Judith like that, Beichi continued his explanation about the flower.
“They bloom when exposed to autumn rain, and they all die when the first frost comes. Even the full flowers can only be seen before the leaves appear.”
Swan's tears, which only bloom near the water in deep forests, are flowers with white buds on green stems that look like dog's paws.
It wasn't very showy or pretty, but it had a wonderful fragrance. This flower was picked by Kaya while she was playing in the forest behind the Rhineland mansion and was given to her godmother.
Wherever Kaya passed by with flowers, a faint fragrance of flowers remained, and Judith, who smelled the fragrance, ran out from where she was making incense.
“A flower that blooms briefly and then falls.”
Judith looked at the swan's tears and laughed madly. Kaya flinched and hid behind Beichi, and Beichi slightly averted his gaze.
“I wonder if there’s some strange ingredient in this flower?”
When Erne asked Judith, who had her eyes wide open and the corners of her lips raised in a smile, Beichi hesitated and answered.
“I don’t think there is such a thing... I think it might be worth looking into.”
Regardless, Judith held onto the flower stalk and burst into laughter from within.
Found my item.
Seasonal limited edition.
Even as she created custom bottles, changed packaging, and developed new scented candles, Judith always felt like something was missing. Something that was lacking was a powerful punch if you will.
But as soon as she saw this fragrant flower that blooms for a very short time and then falls, the 1% that was missing was filled.
“I can’t stand limited editions.”
The nobles love rare things. Things that others cannot easily obtain. That is the best way to show off wealth and power.
If it's a limited edition item that is sold in limited quantities, you'll be anxious because you can't get it.
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