When Iver got the signature and was preparing to leave, he ran into Yulia in the corridor.
"Brother!"
She opened her eyes slightly wider and charged over like a little cannonball, crashing into Iver's arms and hugging him tightly.
The girl rubbed against Iver's chest like a little cat, her warm breath making him feel slightly ticklish.
"Don't do that, Yulia."
Iver said helplessly, "You should be glad I took a bath and didn't come here covered in blood mixed with the smell of essential oils... Otherwise, you would've been suffocated."
That was originally because I was worried about stinking up the old griffin.
"It only smells like bath powder."
Yulia muttered softly.
She raised her head and said expectantly, "Brother, I can make bath powder now too... Will you use the kind I make from now on?"
"Sure."
Iver teased, "When I get back, I'll switch to yours. If it works well, I'll ask Her Majesty the Queen whether the whole palace can switch to the bath powder you make."
Bath powder was similar to shower gel in this era and was an alchemical product.
Once added to water, it transformed the water in the tub into something like carbonated water filled with tiny bubbles. Unlike shower gel, it did not lather, but it could be used for both bathing and soaking. It allowed people to clean themselves while saving water.
The only downside was probably that it did not smell very good... It had a distinct sulfur odor that took quite a while to dissipate.
"Then don't wait until you get back! I have a batch ready now—Brother, remember to take it with you!"
As she spoke, Yulia dragged Iver all the way back to her room.
Perhaps because she sometimes conducted alchemical experiments, her room was not