Chapter 180

That’s Irrelevant, Right?
“It’s unrelated, but… actually, I have a business proposal.
Southcourt is warm all year round, so… could you allow us to produce ice cream in our domain as well?”

“Huh? Why do you need my permission? I’d think you should ask Father.”

“The idea came from you, Young Master Reinhardt, and since ice cream hasn’t been patented, I was told to confirm with you directly.”

Father—so you’re dumping this on me?
Because I always do this to you, is this revenge?

“Varshe has designated areas where they can live, so it’s not possible, right?”

“I understand, we’ll use dairy cows instead. It’s still delicious enough. Plus, I think we can change the flavor from Westland’s version—Southcourt has many unique fruits.”

“All right, but I have one condition. Develop it so that the price is affordable for everyone. You can still make a luxury ice cream line, but the main product should be something anyone can buy.”

“Thank you. I promise. I’ll work hard at cocotte hunting too,” she said with a smile.

Ah, right—ice cream requires cocotte eggs.
… Did I just create more work for myself again?

This time we stayed for three days at the fortress in front of the forest and caught cocottes non-stop.
Apparently, this batch will go toward a request order, so in order to secure enough for our family, we have to fulfill the request quota first.

So, instead of taking the usual road to the plaza, we veered off to the side to hunt. Splitting into two groups, we caught 147 female cocottes.

While hunting cocottes, I also asked Meyer about the hot spring egg matter.

When he brought a milk can to the kitchen, he smelled curry. Asking if curry was on the menu today, he was told, “Perfect timing,” and taken by the cooks to the head chef to be questioned about hot spring eggs.

He explained that eggs boiled in the 90°C source of the hot spring town resulted in slightly soft-boiled eggs, while eggs made at Grandfather’s new estate—whose source is 70°C—were proper hot spring eggs.
Apparently, the head chef then boiled our estate’s pure hot spring water, kept it at 70°C, and made hot spring eggs.

However, according to the chef, the taste of the hot spring eggs was slightly different.
If there’s no rush, he said he’ll make dishes using hot spring eggs from the hot spring town from now on.

Since overhunting cocottes isn’t good either, for the time being we’ll stick to the usual round trip to the plaza and monitor the number caught.
If Raphael’s place starts serving hamburger curry, demand will definitely rise.
Maybe I should seriously consider poultry farming.

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“Father, I have something to discuss.”

When I entered the study, Raziel was there, so I said, “I’ll come back later,” and turned to leave for my room.

“Young Master Reinhardt, perfect timing,” Raziel called out to stop me.

That was an ominous way to say it.

“I don’t think I’ve been causing Raziel trouble lately.”

“No, but you’re making new products with Maria again, aren’t you?”

New product? Ah—the sprayer for Varshe.

“That sprayer is only for Varshe, so it doesn’t count as a new product.”

“Unfortunately, it does. Gardener Tom requested to use the sprayer because it’s convenient for disinfecting and watering tall trees.”

Apparently, Maria had gardeners like Tom use the prototype and improved it from their feedback.
So that’s why Bale said it didn’t need further changes.

“In that case, if we only use it in our household, it’s fine, right?”

“No. Word will spread through visiting tradespeople. Also, there’s the derivative product—the spray bottle. That’s the real problem.”

It seems the maids say ironing has become much easier, and the gardeners also want to use it. The spray bottle might actually sell better.

“And I heard you plan to allow Southcourt to sell ice cream.”

“Ice cream has nothing to do with you, Raziel.”

According to Raziel, the head chef had requested the development of a waffle cone for ice cream to be eaten while walking, and since Maria handled the magic tool for making them, it became a merchant guild matter.

Well, since I’m already getting scolded, I might as well mention the wrapper paper too. Paper is expensive, so it’ll probably be straw paper, but it’s still better to have it.

“I see. This would make good piecework for the orphanage. I tried eating ice cream in a waffle cone—it’s convenient since you can eat the whole thing.”

“You’re… not mad?”

“Oh, I’m angry about the spray bottle, since I hadn’t heard about it. But we’ve secured some excellent employees, so I’ll skip the lecture this time.”

“I didn’t find any employees.”

“Students from St. Arthur Academy. Two will join the Merchants’ Guild next year, and two will become Westland family employees. All the third-year part-timers have agreed to come.”

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