The Medicinal Herb Sales Contract with Roborovski

Koleha and Roborovski drew up a contract regarding the sale of medicinal herbs.

Of course, Marquis Yarkot Nyarlathotep was present as well, and they carefully hammered out the terms.

"Now then, Lady Koleha. Regarding this Kias, how about this price point for sale?"

"Hmm."

What was written there was about half the current price of medicinal herbs.

Given its efficacy, it was a reasonable price. However, Koleha shook her head.

"Roborovski-sensei. I appreciate the effort, but I cannot agree to this price."

"Hmm? You would prefer a bit more profit after all?"

"No."

With a smile, Koleha erased the last digit of the calculated price.

"What…!? Lady Koleha, are you serious!?"

"I want this Kias to spread far and wide. It's enough if the profits cover the level of my pocket money, desu wa."

"… O-Ojou-sama! How… how…!"

Roborovski trembled at her magnanimity, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

Yes. She wanted money — she certainly did.

But even more than that, Koleha wanted to see the expressions of people grimacing at Kias's bitterness spread far and wide!

Moreover—

(Ufufu, Roborovski-sensei. You thought there'd be a huge profit, but now it's just a thin margin — how pitiful! Those are tears of frustration, aren't they! Well, I'm caught up in it too, but since my initial investment was practically nothing, it's no concern of mine!)

Seeing Roborovski's expression, Koleha smiled in satisfaction.

Seeing that gentle smile, Roborovski was even more moved. He blushed, ashamed of his own attempts to seek profit, wondering if this girl might actually be a saint.

"Understood. In that case, this old man will take no profit at all! At the very least, I shall offer my share to you, Ojou-sama."

"Oh? Is that so? … It would be boorish to refuse. I shall accept it gratefully."

(Heh, your face is bright red! Got a bit carried away there, didn't you!)

Koleha nodded with a smug look.

And if she was getting money out of it, well, that was certainly welcome.

Just then — right as they were about to shake hands to seal the deal — Yarkot smoothly reached out his hand and stopped them.

"What is it, Father?"

"Marquis. Please do not get in the way!"

"Hmm, I find the spirit you both show admirable… but pricing it at one-twentieth of existing medicinal herbs is obviously operating at a loss. Shall we run the numbers more carefully?"

Oh. It seemed deleting that digit had been going too far.

"… Being in the red would be a problem, desu wa."

"Indeed. For this to continue long-term, it would be unhealthy if there were no profits."

Watching the two nod in agreement, Yarkot gave an exasperated shrug.

"Yes. And Roborovski-sensei, taking no profit would also mean abandoning responsibility. I must ask that you accept at least some share."

"Mm… if you put it that way, I suppose it can't be helped."

Thus, after Yarkot's adjustments, the sales contract for Kias was finalized.

In the end, the price settled lower than the initial figure, at an amount that properly provided profit to all three parties.

As expected, the active marquis was quite the operator.

As a later note, at Koleha's request to see where the medicinal herbs she made would be used, a visit to a clinic was arranged.

The test subjects grimaced at Kias's bitterness, while Koleha watched with a benevolent expression, satisfied to see the herb she created working to full effect. Word spread: "the marquis's daughter might be a saint?"