Chapter 47

Chapter 47

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Nutella.

A name made by combining 'Nut' meaning nut with the Italian feminine suffix 'Ella.'

Meaning a soft and charming nut jam, the main ingredients are sugar and cocoa powder, and the representative European nut hazelnut.

The first taste is the sweetness of rich chocolate, the end taste is the unique savoriness of hazelnut.

Mixing peanut and chocolate is also a scam, but the compatibility of hazelnut and chocolate no other spread can follow.

So the nickname 'devil's jam' was attached. Because it's a lump of sugar the calories are enormous, and once fallen one can't stop.

Of course peanut butter is also delicious. But not to the degree of having avid fans like Nutella, right?

These days there are peanut butter maniacs in London city too, but that craze will soon quiet down. Because peanut butter's potential isn't up to there.

Taking that gap Nutella charges in.

What if the British obesity rate rises because of Nutella? Ah no way, how can that be.

I rather justify it. When stressed finding sweet things is human nature. Rather than low-quality sugar water like Golden Syrup spreading Nutella is more beneficial to British society, right?

I hope people recognize this kind intention of mine.

I even prepared a slogan. For mood change, still Nutella! Isn't it okay?

But I couldn't show the Nutella tub I summoned as is to Princess Alice.

Plastic tub in 1901, anyone would see it as suspicious. Take off the label? The lid itself is suspicious!

So though cumbersome I decided to change the tub.

I put the Nutella on the floor, and strongly wished in my heart. Then the point shop reacted and threw something into my hand.

Thud.

What did I summon again? Strawberry jam.

�For tub change still a strawberry jam tub is perfect.�

A glass bottle holding strawberry jam no one suspects. Because glass bottles are common even in this era. I know because I've done it several times already.

Now what's left is moving the Nutella into this tub.

But how without even a spoon? This also has a method.

�If I summon a food that includes a spoon it's fine. H�agen-Dazs mini cups always have a wooden spoon in them.�

So one can scoop and eat anytime anywhere.

Like that one additionally summoned H�agen-Dazs tub. Even committing the heaven-outraging act of taking only the spoon and throwing away the ice cream I was fine.

The time taken to move the Nutella into the glass bottle with the spoon was only thirty seconds! If I even completely peel the label of the glass bottle... Evidence destruction complete!

Sniff sniff.

"There's a bit of strawberry jam smell... Well what can I do? She'll think it's originally like that."

Now if I just blabber that this is a jam I newly developed it's the end!

Isn't it not released yet? I'll do it soon seeing the opportunity! How can I endure when money is visible in front of my eyes?

Money! Endless money! Money that can even buy power!

I had no intention of stopping until money gives birth to money and I can live strutting with unearned income!

Then well, with that money calling celebrities and ending my quest in one blow isn't also possible?

Just thinking about it is exciting?

With such thoughts I hummed a tune and returned to the cabin.

And I tore the bread and thickly spread Nutella and handed it to the princess.

The reaction was obvious without saying.

Even modern people let out a marvel when first eating Nutella, would a Briton from 100 years ago be different?

As expected Nutella, that kind of talk.

Fortunately the princess was a learned person. If it was someone someone she would have immediately grabbed the pant leg there and demanded more Nutella or shouted to decide life or death, but there was no such reaction.

Just one word of thanks. Of course that was enough for me too.

After that all matters passed without any particular trouble.

Simultaneously with the rain subsiding, the guards and mounted constables who tracked the princess's horse footprints came running to the surroundings holding lanterns.

With this the handover of the missing person is complete!

Of course the princess seems to have been separately scolded, but that's not my business.

Anyway the king's knight, Jean-Paul Durand accomplished one case this time too. Because I found the princess faster than anyone, lit the fire, and even took care of the meal.

Who knows if even a little late she might have caught pneumonia or the flu?

It would be good if I write the merit well and send it so His Majesty Edward VII is happy.

But looking back, at that time I should have prepared one safety device.

For example bluffing that the developer of Nutella is not me but Mr. Henry.

Why couldn't I think of such a thing? Thanks to that I tried to remove a lump and attached a lump.

The devilish man who appeared in a critical moment and saved, and even took care of delicious food there, Jean-Paul Durand!

Moreover even made the amazing food called Nutella?

This was an attack sufficiently overflowing to collapse the princess's guard, and even throw an uppercut.

It meant the princess suddenly started approaching treating very friendly.

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"Sir Durand, please help."

"Yes? Suddenly what help are you saying...?"

The 9th day morning at the manor. While trying to read a Sherlock Holmes novel for boredom, Princess Alice suddenly came bursting into the reception room.

In fact I wanted to return to London long ago, but the rain that started falling again from that dawn changed to a downpour and I was completely stuck at Ashwood Hall.

Because most roads were unpaved, carriage operation became completely impossible before and after the downpour so it couldn't be helped. All around was mud.

The rain stopped around yesterday afternoon, but waiting one or two more days until the ground dries to some extent was the Earl of Derby's judgment.

And whatever she's avoiding, the princess always appeared like this only when the Earl of Derby disappeared.

Thud.

I closed the book. Somehow this damn Sherlock Holmes novel was hard to exceed 10 pages even if I tried to see it with determination.

"You have to say exactly. What do I have to help with? There's no subject and object?"

"..."

The princess's gaze briefly brushed my lips and rose to my eyes again.

"I'm looking for the relics grandmother left. Please help."

The feeling of the reaction being one beat late somehow? Is she nervous?

"Grandmother? By any chance are you talking about Princess Alice?"

Now I was roughly memorizing the British royal family tree too. Since becoming a knight, because I don't know when and where I'll meet royal personnel.

Princess Alice was the second daughter of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, and Princess Alice was the granddaughter who shared the name with her grandmother. The grandmother was also the wife of Grand Duke Ludwig IV of the Grand Duchy of Hesse.

The names were the same so it could be confused, but in this era grandmother and granddaughter having the same name wasn't such a rare thing.

But she slowly, and again one beat late shook her head at my question.

It was a strange expression.

"It's the relics Her Majesty Queen Victoria left."

"Ah."

Oh, it was the great-grandmother not the grandmother?!

The reason Princess Alice was at Windsor Castle here not at Kensington Palace in London where her mother Princess Victoria resides is said to be because of Her Majesty Queen Victoria who passed away this spring.

The great-granddaughter Her Majesty the Queen cherished the most was exactly Princess Alice.

They say as soon as Princess Alice was born she went around boasting to the surroundings saying she's too pretty?

But now that Queen Victoria has passed away, there was no reason for her to stay at Windsor Castle anymore.

Except for the matter of organizing the relics grandmother left.

The princess suddenly stuck out one paper in front of me.

"What is this?"

"It's a map."

What she offered was one map.

A much more detailed, really precise map that only a king could have than what I saw at the Metropolitan Police.

And here and there on the map there were words and circle marks. The circles are marks of finding something, right?

"It doesn't seem a treasure map... Surely it's not the talk that Her Majesty the Queen hid the relics like this here and there?"

She slowly nodded.

Really? Isn't that a bit of a bad hobby?!

"Grandmother hoped the children would love Windsor Castle for a long long time. So she made them find the relics hidden here and there in the castle. So, please help."

No, if you're going to speak don't cut in the middle! It's confusing!

To summarize, Her Majesty Queen Victoria hid her relics in the form of a treasure hunt here and there around Windsor Castle.

And the reason Princess Alice got lost in the forest.

Of course it was because of that nonsensical treasure hunt what!

I recalled the memory of hearing somewhere the story that befitting the mother of His Majesty Edward VII, she usually had a lot of playfulness!

So trying to wittily pass her death in this way was also sufficiently possible. The Queen lived long and was very healthy until she passed away.

But wait a minute. There's no way Her Majesty Queen Victoria specially treated only Princess Alice? Not even just a granddaughter, but a great-granddaughter?

"Did only the princess receive the map? Or other people too?"

"Probably up to the direct line of the 2nd generation all received. This map mother received, and mother handed it to me. So I'm looking instead. Because I had many good memories with grandmother."

"Oh, this."

Befitting the nickname of Europe's grandmother, Her Majesty Queen Victoria's family tree was literally splendid.

German Emperor Wilhelm II, Russian Empress Alexandra are also the 2nd generation of Her Majesty the Queen, right?

Anyway those people would all be busy with politics, so in the end the person who would leisurely do the treasure hunt here would only be Princess Alice.

Princess Louise also seemed not very interested in this kind of treasure hunt.

Somehow the tip of my nose stung. The Queen would have left the relics thinking of her grandchildren, but among those numerous children only Princess Alice is sincerely going around looking.

So I nodded. Anyway while bored and also to get some air, helping isn't bad either.

"I'll help. What should I find? Shall we solve the hints of this map together?"

"Thank you. If you find a box that looks like this it's fine. Probably hidden here and there in the castle."

Princess Alice took out one small wooden box. A very luxurious box decorated with purple velvet.

What appeared from inside that... What is that?!

"Eh? Diamond ring?"

It looks at least 10 carats? Moreover of course natural diamond, right? The size and sparkle of the jewel were no joke. With that level it's unconditionally treasure, treasure grade!

To the point one would believe even if said she stole it from the British Museum!

It's really a treasure hunt, this! Did Her Majesty the Queen even sprinkle a trap before passing away?!

"I have to find two more from now. Because I've found seven so far."

They say the wooden box didn't only contain expensive rings. Some were gold necklaces, and some even daily necessities Her Majesty the Queen used that really have no value.

That is, either treasure... or trash.

A bad hobby among bad hobbies that perfectly fits the name treasure hunt!

But Princess Alice seemed to want the daily necessities grandmother used more than the ring.

As expected a royal mindset. Prioritizing memories over money or jewels?

Then by any chance, if not needed are you thinking of giving to me...?

"But why of all people me? Wasn't there another person to ask for help?"

Can't you ask someone like the Earl of Derby? He was dying of boredom at home.

Then Princess Alice brought out unexpected words.

"Wasn't Sir Durand the one who came to look for grandmother's relics?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, as expected you weren't?"

What on earth is this saying?!

Seeing the dazed me the princess continued the explanation.

"I have a memory of seeing a person who looked exactly the same about 7 years ago at the Duke of York's wedding... Oh my, sorry. Because it's too old a memory I think I mistook."

"Looked like me?"

"Because you were called sir, I thought you were the second son of some noble family. Because there are also direct line people I don't know. So at first I thought you came to look for grandmother's relics instead like me."

In the end the reason she fled seeing me at first, the reason she guarded was also not the face but all because of the treasure hunt?

That is, she mistook me for a competitor, right? Somehow the words kept going wrong it seemed she was having some misunderstanding.

"But now? What's different now?"

"Yes, it's different."

Wait a minute, why is your face turning red? What is that blush again?

"Grandmother would have liked it too. If she saw Mr. Durand... last year."

Red alert! Big trouble!

Oh God the Father! Virgin Mary, and Saint George! Save this pitiful little lamb!

By any chance a development like a morning drama where she fell for me is coming out...

While I was making a flustered expression, the princess hesitated for a moment then slowly opened her mouth.

But the words that came out of her mouth were completely different from my expectation.

"But you're royalty, right? I, I think I know now. Where Sir Durand came from."

Birth secret again? When I go home I'll have to ask my parents firmly. Why every royal I see says such things looking at me.

So I also not to lose, countered as I thought.

"Is it Isabella? The source of that rumor?"

"Yes?!"

Now it was curiosity resolution time.