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3rd Person POV
Ekaterina wondered if there was a patent-like system in this world.
“Miss, could you please show me this thing called a glass pen?”
“Oh! Please, Mr. Halil. Please try it and see how it feels.”
Pulled back from her thoughts, Ekaterina hurriedly presented her glass pen to Halil, who dipped it in ink and immediately began to write.
He immediately dipped it in ink and began to write. She knew that he would write his name first, but he seemed to be writing his name in several languages, one after another. As expected of the head of a large merchant company with offices all over the world. He already had a global presence at this age.
Oh, there was also a pattern of writing from right to left.
But now, vertical writing! And ideograms? It might not be the same as the kanji from my previous life, but the shape of the characters themselves seems to have a meaning!
While Ekaterina was inwardly excited, Halil stopped his hand and groaned in amazement.
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I can write so much with just one ink dip. And as His Excellency said, it writes smoothly in either direction. It’s glass, so naturally, unlike quill pens, there is no need to re-sharpen it when the tip gets crushed, and it can be used for a long time.This thickness will also feel easy to hold once you get used to it.”
Halil continued.
“Beyond the Mountain Ridge of the Gods, in the eastern countries even further beyond my home country, they use soft nibs made of animal hair.  The shape of this nib is reminiscent of the writing utensils of those eastern countries.”
Wow, Halil, you must have been very knowledgeable.
She thought that this world was really similar to her previous life.
She did make a glass pen with a nib that resembles a brush. The creator of the glass pen in her previous life, a wind chime maker in the Meiji era, may have been able to create the glass pen because Japanese people were used to writing with a brush, not a quill.

If that was the case, would it be unreasonable for a glass pen to suddenly appear in this imperial country?
She didn’t know, she didn’t care! There’s no point in thinking about it now!
Alexei also opened the velvet box that contained the glass pen and handed it to Halil. Halil examined the colored glass pen carefully.
“Your gift to His Excellency is both a practical object and a work of art, worthy of the Duke of Yurinova’s use. The craftsman that the young lady has hired seems to be very skilled.” (Halil)
“Well, Halil-sama, you know your stuff. The craftsman is only twenty-two years old. I expect him to be able to make even more wonderful things in the future.” (Ekaterina)
“Oh
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Halil groaned, and Alexei asked.
“What do you think, Halil, about it as a product?” (Alexei)
“It will sell.” (Halil)
Halil replies crisply.
“If this doesn’t sell, then the merchant who sells it must be very bonkers. I’d love to sell it myself.”

Halil laughs with Fufu, his eyes shining. Not sparkling, but blazing.
1st person POV (Ekaterina)
A merchant’s instinct? Amazing.
I mean, would you dare to say the word ‘bonkers’ in front of Big Brother?
“What I’m rather worried about is that the manufacturing side won’t be able to keep up with demand. There’s only one craftsman who can make this, isn’t there?” (Halil)
Ah, Halil-san, you are indeed right.
“Yes, that’s right. I’ve asked him to contact some of the artisans who used to work at Murano Workshop, but I’m not sure if they’ll come back.” (Ekaterina)
“I see you’re quick to make your moves.” (Halil)
Halil smiles.