Villainess Is Changing Her Role To A BroCon

“The Lady says she is willing to speak with you.” (Mina)

Rev bowed deeply.

“Thank you. I’m Rev Narrow.”

Ekaterina and Mina took the carriage to the address that Rev had given them to wait for him there.

The destination seemed to be a workshop, but the door was padlocked and closed. The name written on the small, old signboard was “Murano Workshop”.

Ekaterina’s POV

I guess Rev was originally a craftsman here and moved to Garen Workshop after his master passed away.

“So this Rev guy was trained here, that’s why he knows how to be polite.” (Ekaterina)

“Yes, I’m sure he got a lot of orders from nobles and big merchants. He must have been used to dealing with them.” (Mina)

We waited while talking about this, and soon Rev came running in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I’ve borrowed the key, please come inside.” (Rev)

As I entered, I noticed that the Murano workshop was similar to the Garen workshop, with several furnaces, but the structure of the Murano workshop seemed more efficient. Its appearance gives a sense of functional beauty.

I remember I was told that the master passed away a year ago. Maybe Rev cleans it regularly. The neat and tidy atmosphere was probably due to the fact that the workshop was well organized before it closed.

Organization and tidiness are important in the field of manufacturing. In my past life, Toyota’s Kanban system seems to have started with clarifying the location of things.

Master Murano must have been an excellent craftsman.

3rd POV

Removing the white cloth from the corner of the workshop, we found a sofa set, which was better than the one at Garen Workshop. Rev invited Ekaterina and Mina over, who then sat facing each other.

He looked at the outline of the glass pen that Ekaterina had given him with a serious gaze.

“You carve a groove in the tip. In a spiral, multiple grooves.” (Rev)

“Yes. That way it should be able to suck up much more ink than a quill.” (Ekaterina)

“May I change the design of the handle?” (Rev)

“Anything as long as it’s non-slip and aesthetically pleasing to the eye. How about that?” (Ekaterina)

At Ekaterina’s suggestion, Rev raised his head up from the drawing.

“It’s long and narrow, so I think the problem is strength. Especially the tip. If you made it out of regular glass, it would probably chip if you hit it just a little too hard.” (Rev)

As expected of a pro. The brittle tip is a weak point of glass pens.

In my previous life, I bought a glass pen from a friend, but it was hard glass, so that was better.

“So, I guess it’s difficult.” (Ekaterina)

“Yes, normally. But would you care to take a look at something for a moment?” (Rev)

Rev stood up and took a glass from under a white cloth on a nearby shelf. It’s a beautifully colored and ornately decorated glass, similar to the one he used in the restaurant yesterday, but shorter, more like a brandy glass.

The color was red. As I recall, red glass is more expensive than other colors. It is the case, I believe, because it requires molten gold for coloring.

3rd POV

Rev came back with the glass in his hand and quickly tossed it away on the sofa set table.

“!!!”

Ekaterina gasped. The glass hit the table with a thud and rolled with a small bounce.

Rev smiles.

“It’s alright. It won’t break.” (Rev)

He picked up the glass and held it out. Ekaterina took it and looked at it carefully. She was amazed when she saw there was not a scratch on it.