Soda water exploded.

　It was supposedly created by me, and coupled with the rarity of it, it spread rapidly.

　It was something that had never been done before, so there was no need for me to promote it in a Pandora bottle, as Margaret had done.

　Soda water, itself, was supposed to be like a Lyota original.

　So I went with what Vanadium put out, and I went with it.

　Those things sold as they were being shipped out.

　There was another reason why they sold, besides the fact that they were "me".

　I protected the vanadium, paid the annual rent for a long time and did nothing to protect it.
　From my point of view, it was a given that I wouldn't do or let anything be done to protect the vanadium.

　That's why, to an outside, uninformed person, this "seeming" time of not doing anything was so significant.

　I mean, this carbonated water.

That Lyota Sato took a long time to create.

　It seemed like a good idea.
　My name recognition, which was even rising for free, had the added value of having spent a lot of time on it.

　As a result, it led to an explosion of sales.

　　　　　☆

　In the evening salon, Elsa stacked wads of cash on the table.
　A familiar amount - a wad of bills that was just a little bit more than the amount I'd seen - a little bit more than that.

　Vanadium tilted his head slightly at that.

　Elsa piled them up in front of Vanadium.

'One hundred and twenty-five million piro. Fractions have been carried forward.''
......?
This is Vanadium's share of the soda gains over the past week.

　When Elsa said that, Vanadium was still craning his neck and looking unsure.

　I'm aware.
　I understand.

　The meaning of that forehead.

　Vanadium, who didn't understand, came towards me in a natural stream, grabbed the hem and looked up at me.

　What does that mean?　So I explained, because it was a gesture like, "I'm not sure.

'It's the vanadium rent,'
......?
1.5 billion for a year, 125 million piro for a month.
......!

　Vanadium huffed.
　He stared at the wad of 125 million pirou in a pile on the table.

　He looked surprised, but also a little bit happy.

　Looking at such a vanadium, Elsa smiled with a smile.

''That's right, since this is a month's worth--Vanadium-chan was able to help Lyota-san.
......!!!

　First, I'm surprised - and then I have a big smile on my face.
　He runs back this way, grabs the hem and looks up at me.
　He looks up at me from such a close distance that we are almost close to each other.

　Really?

　I thought I heard him say.

'No, not that it helped or anything. To begin with, this place is--
Mr. Ryota.

　Elsa softly interrupted me mid-sentence.

'Huh?'

　She looked at Elsa, but she didn't say anything more.

　Just smiling ...... smiling and smiling, she faintly sucked her chin and squeezed her vanadium.

　Oh ...... that's right.
　It's better that way.

　It's not mature to hit a child with truth or righteousness for every single thing he or she has done.

　Did your handiwork help you?
　Yeah, I'm up.

　That was fine.

　I reached out and patted Vanadium's head.
　Instantly, Vanadium gave me a big, innocent smile, as if a flower had bloomed.

''Well, can you continue to do me a favor?''
...... (nationally)!
Thanks ...... I'm glad I did.

　I'll add a few last words that I almost forgot.
　Vanadium smiled more and more happily, wanting to be useful to me.