The meeting seemed to be wrapping up.

That was when Professor Orlan spoke again, his expression suddenly more serious than before.

“My lady, there is something you need to see.”@@novelbin@@

He pulled out a long paper box from the bag he had brought with him. Opening it without a word, he revealed its contents—a flat iron.

Penelope looked at it curiously and asked, “Why did you bring this? Is there something that needs correcting?”

“Please look at the name written on the box,” Orlan replied.

Penelope leaned in, her eyes widening as she read aloud, “Da…rimi?”

“Currently, the flat irons we developed are being sold under the name darimi as makeshift irons.”

“…Huh?”

Penelope’s eyes widened further. Using a flat iron to iron clothes?

It made sense, of course. A flat iron could work as an iron, as pressing hot metal onto fabric would smooth out wrinkles.

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