Chession was dumbfounded by the abbes's misdeeds. He thought there were no problems because she was so thorough every time he came to inspect. Sometimes, when there was a shortage of herbs or medicines, or when the budget was insufficient, he would supplement them, thinking that it was because of that. But all that money was going into the abbes's back pocket.
"You have no face."
The abbess who had run away was eventually caught. She knelt before Chession and begged him for mercy, but was eventually banished from the estate.
"Because the Mother Superior was so thorough. There are limits to how much His Highness the Grand Duke can take care of us individually."
A middle-aged nun with a calm expression bowed her head respectfully. Her hair was black. It was a color that Chession trusted. Those with black hair worked hard to repay Chession's favor.
"Thank you for telling me that. Anyway, just in case there really are intruders, I'll leave Mori at the convent for a few days. Mori likes a soft bed, so I hope you'll give her plenty of blankets."
"All right."
So Gremory stayed in the convent for three days, but there was no sign of an intruder. Fortunately.
Mori, who had nothing to do, spent the whole day looking out the window and lazing around. After observing for a few days, she found that dozens of patients were flocking to this place every day. There were only about fifteen nuns. It seemed like there was a shortage of hands.
Moreover, among the patients, there were some who could not be cured with the medicinal herbs available at the convent.
'Oh, that's a disease I can cure.'
Gremory was a witch who could spread plagues. At the same time, she could also slowly eat away at the plagues. In front of her, minor illnesses like pneumonia were not even illnesses. They were just snacks.
'Should I just make some medicine that can cure illness or injury?'
Since there was nothing to do, Gremory picked up a pen and paper from the room given to her by one of the nuns. She scribbled something in her poor handwriting. It was a list of ingredients for the 'Witch's Panacea'.
When she took it to Chession's office, Chession looked a little bewildered.
"Bull's eyes, golden snake fangs... and lizard scales? These are going to be hard to come by."
"If it's hard to get everything, I'll get it for you."
"No, wait a minute. Are you sure you're trying to make medicine? No matter how I look at it, it all looks like poison."
"I can make it into medicine. It can cure diseases and heal wounds."
Gremory was the only witch who could heal humans.
Lenia was found dead. She had tried every possible method to heal her body in the past. Thanks to that, she learned how to heal the human body. So if she could make a medicine, she would be able to cure both illness and wounds.
"I'll save it first. It won't be difficult if the knights help you."
"Thank you, that's all."
"Where are you going?"
"The convent is short-handed, so come help."
Chession thought as he watched Mori hurriedly walk away. Yes, there is no way that someone who tries to save humans would be a witch.
As he thought about that, he looked at his desk, and there was a list full of ingredients that would go into a witch's cauldron.
“Ha.”
Surely the witch isn't trying to kill us all by making some weird potion?
No, if she could have done that, she wouId have done it a long time ago. After all, Mori is just a slightly unique woman.
At that moment, someone knocked and entered Chession's office. It was a knight from the northern snowy region.
"Did you call, Your Highness?"
"I have something to ask you."
"What is it?"
"Is the Northern Snowfield Clan originally a bit unique? I think Mori... is a bit unique."
"Yes, well. You could say it's unique. Depending on the race, some live completely isolated in the snowy mountains."
"Oh, does it differ depending on the race?"
"Yes. Not all people from the northern snowfields are of the same race. I was able to communicate with the South because I lived in the southern region, but Miss Mori probably lived in the very North. People from the very North often have mysterious abilities."
"I see. Thank you for your answer. You may go back now."
The knight bowed his head and turned away.
Two days later, the materials listed on the list given to Chession arrived.
Gremory borrowed a giant cauldron from the convent's kitchen, threw all the ingredients into it, and lit a fire.
Bubbling. The strange ingredients began to mix and melt. Gremory stirred it with a long stick and secretly added magic power.
"...Huh."
When the magic was mixed, the ingredients began to glow a soft green like fireflies. This was what happened when the amount of magic was not adjusted correctly. Anyone who saw it would see a suspicious appearance, but Gremory thought there was nothing she could do and continued to stir the liquid.
Finally, the potion was completed.
Gremory poured it into small vials and distributed them to the nuns. The nuns' eyes wavered as they saw the ominous green liquid.
"Hey, is this edible?"
"Can I really apply this to a patient's wound?"
"That's right. If you don't believe me, try it first. I'll tear your arm off."
"No! Yes! First, I'll try it out on the applicant..!
The nuns asked for volunteers to test the new drug. Most were terrified and refused, except for one construction worker whose leg was in danger of being amputated.
"My leg is going to be cut off anyway... Let's try using that medicine at least once...."
The wound bubbled as the nun poured green liquid onto the tattered laborer's leg.
And the next moment.
"Huh?"
It was reproduced in perfect form.
"Oh my god! My leg! My leg is completely healed! Hahaha!"
The laborer laughed heartily, circled the convent, and ran out. Seeing this, the patients all demanded the green medicine.
Among them, an old man with slightly poor hearing approached Gremory and asked.
"Wow, you made this medicine! You're the best pharmaceutical company! Can you tell me what this medicine is called?"
"Witch's Potion."
"Oh, Beauty Potion! What a fitting name! Everyone, listen up! This medicine is called Beauty Potion!"
Thus, the witch's potion became known as 'Beauty Potion'.
***
"...This is the 'Beauty Potion'?"
Chession's expression twisted subtly as he saw the ominous bottle glowing green. Gremory went one step further and held out a bottle glowing crimson.
"Green is for wounds and minor illnesses. Dark red is for plagues. Dark red was hard to make because I didn't have the materials. I'll give it to you specially."
"Yes, Mori. Thank you for creating this potion to benefit our territory."
"I could make more if I had other ingredients, but it's a shame I don't have them."
"It's okay. This is enough."
"Once I've confirmed it, I'll go back to the convent. I guess word got out in a day or so, so many people are asking for medicine."
"Yes, go ahead. Oh, by the way, it's late at night, so if you're going to the convent, go with the knight."
"Why am I going with a knight for no reason? I'm stronger than most knights."
"Yeah, that's right. Haha."
After sending Mori away, Chession looked at the two bottles and became lost in thought. No matter how he looked at them, they looked extremely ominous. To the point where anyone who saw them would mistake them for deadly poison.
Just then, a noise was felt from the window. It seemed that another intruder had come. Perhaps an assassin sent by the enemies, or a spy from the palace.
Chession took out a dagger from his bosom and swung it behind his back. The intruder who had been aiming for his back quickly retreated and took advantage of Chession's opening.
In an instant, the intruder, swinging his sword, accidentally shattered one of the glass bottles on the desk. The glowing green liquid covered the intruder's hands.
"!"
Chesion witnessed the moment when the intruder panicked.
And he mocked.
"It's a deadly poison. If just one drop gets on your skin, your entire body's skin will shrivel and you'll slowly die."
"!!"
"I think it would be better to go wash it off with water."
Perhaps not wanting to die, the intruder tried to jump out the window to the garden lake. Chession subdued him from behind.
The intruder howled and begged.
"S-save me! I don't want to die yet! Please help me wash away this poison!"
"Answer my question. Is it true that you have been targeting the convent recently?"
"Yes, that's right! The abbess was such a sloppy person that we were planning to poison the abbey's water source, but then she suddenly disappeared, so we had to temporarily halt the operation!"
"Why did you try to poison the convent's water source?"
"After killing all the nuns, we tried to unleash a plague on the Archduke!"
"Who ordered all this?"
"Mar, Marquis Rupert."
Marquis Rupert. One of his political enemies would send assassins whenever he was bored.
"That's enough."
Chession heard the commotion and ordered the knights who came to find him to lock the intruders underground.
And then he looked at the green liquid on his hands and thought.
'As expected, anyone can tell it's poison.'
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