Baby Pharmacist Princess

[Character Information of Lady Alisa Vincent]

Name: Alisa Vincent
Title: Lady Vincent
Family:
(1) Daughter-in-law: Restina Vincent
(2) Granddaughter: Melissa Vincent
Notable Traits: Strong aversion to holy powers / Overly doting on her granddaughter

I focused on the notable traits.

If Lady Vincent detests anything, it’s the use of holy powers. Even Blessed Water, which can cure ailments easily, is something she refuses to use.

‘Sihat once mentioned that older nobles believe in the superstition that drinking Blessed Water too often can weaken the body, making it more susceptible to illness.’

So naturally, Lady Vincent is someone who would only trust medicine over holy powers. This means my proposal will certainly catch her attention.

“I’ll have the best physician from the Imperial Health Department treat your granddaughter’s condition. We’ll also provide prescriptions to prevent any future flare-ups.”

Her piercing, gray eyes flashed with suspicion.
“Hmm… my granddaughter’s struggles with this illness are well known, but why would you offer this help?”

Of course, someone as cautious as Lady Vincent, who rejects the use of holy powers, would be wary of my intentions.

“I suspect it hasn’t been easy for you to find the right doctor,” I said, glancing briefly at her granddaughter, Melissa Vincent, standing beside her. My gaze made Melissa flinch, trembling slightly.

[Character Information of Melissa Vincent]

Name: Melissa Vincent
Title: Young Lady Vincent, daughter of Marquis Vincent
Family:
(1) Mother: Restina Vincent
(2) Grandmother: Alisa Vincent
Notable Traits: Very shy
Current Condition: Boils, fever, chills, headache (100%)

Poor girl. She must be suffering immensely, yet she’s here, attending this event.

Her pale complexion gave it all away.

“I wish to spread the use of this jelly supplement to the southern lands. Even the poorest children who consume it will remain healthy.”

“And you wish for my assistance in that matter?”

“You can see for yourself, and if you choose to help, I’ll be grateful. However, regardless of your decision, I will treat your granddaughter. It goes against my principles to leave someone suffering when I can help.”

A faint flicker of curiosity appeared in the noblewoman’s eyes. Melissa, on the other hand, exhaled shallow breaths, clearly uncomfortable and desperate to sit down. Suddenly, she let out a soft whimper.

‘Her back, huh?’

The boils must have spread all over her back.

Looking at her now, it was clear her dress was only making things worse. It covered her entirely, from the neck to her back, leaving no room for her skin to breathe. If only her clothes were made from lighter material—it’s so hot in this region, after all.

She’s dressed in a way that hides her condition entirely, but unfortunately, it creates the perfect environment for the infection to worsen.

‘The bacteria must be multiplying with glee.’

Some people are prone to frequent boils, and for someone like Melissa, moving to the northern lands—where the air is dry—would be a much better option than staying in the hot, humid south.

‘And then there’s her attire…’

The kind of clothes she’s wearing? Absolutely out of the question.

Sometimes, a bit of shock is necessary to help someone see the truth. Lady Vincent might be furious initially, but once she realizes I was right, her loyalty will only grow.

“Lady Vincent, your granddaughter’s worsening condition is due to the clothes she’s wearing.”

“What did you just say? I made those clothes for her myself!”

For a moment, her gray eyes burned with fury. Clearly, I’d struck a nerve—this was a direct hit to her pride and craftsmanship.

“If you’d like more details on her treatment, meet me in the resting room.”

Leaving those words behind, I spun around and left. Melissa, who was now visibly struggling to breathe comfortably, would have no choice but to follow me soon.

‘And waiting in the resting room is…’

None other than Myerden, whom I’d already arranged to meet there!

“Princess, I won’t do this without proper overtime pay! You must add travel expenses as well!”

“I will, Myerden. Thank you for coming.”

With a plan in mind, I moved swiftly. First, I found Idsys and explained to him the best way to win Lady Vincent’s favor. In response, Idsys used magic to bring Myerden—bed and all—from his deep sleep. That’s when I learned that Myerden sleeps hugging a teddy bear while wearing striped pajamas.

Myrden, though shocked at first, quickly resigned himself to his fate. What choice did he have?

“Sabotage, really…?”

When Myerden heard about the jelly incident, he buried his face in his hands, groaning.
“We worked so hard on those samples! Do you know how little sleep I got? Just four hours a night!”

“It’s all part of the plan. Winning Lady Vincent over is our first step. Afterward, we’ll catch the real culprit.”

“Ugh!”

“Don’t worry. Gergys will handle it. After all, we’re on a ship. There’s no escape.”

Unless someone wanted to dive into the sea, there’s no way a mere Imperial Health Department agent could flee.

“Alright, alright. You mentioned boils… so we’ll need…”

“You know I always carry a first-aid kit.”

“Yes, I should have known.”

Boils need to be ripe before they can be drained. In simpler terms, they need to be fully matured, yellow, and swollen before anything can be done.

To treat them, warm water and cloths are required to help the boils ripen. Once matured, a clean, sterile surgical knife is used to lance and drain them.

Just thinking about it gave me a shiver.

‘It’s going to hurt so much… she’ll probably scream in pain.’

But it’s necessary. All the pus must be drained before the area can be disinfected, treated with ointment, and properly dressed. Everyone knows that water shouldn’t touch the wound for at least a week or two, but of course, I’ll remind them of that.

“I believe the patient is ready for treatment now.”

“Yes.”

“After draining the boils, it’s best to administer antibiotics.”

“Definitely. At this point, I don’t think we need to worry about antibiotic resistance. She’s flinching every time her back even brushes against the fabric.”

Boils are usually caused by Staphylococcus bacteria, which live on the skin but cause infections when the immune system is compromised. Lack of rest, excessive sugar, or obesity can also trigger it.

The use of penicillin is effective because it’s derived from Penicillium mold, which specifically targets Staphylococcus.

‘And I’ve prepared everything.’

A genius surgeon, penicillin antibiotics, surgical tools, and everything needed for dressing the wounds!

I had spent years perfecting penicillin. How could I not have it ready?

“C-can you really cure me…?”

Just then, a soft knock on the door announced Melissa’s arrival. She staggered into the room, followed closely by Lady Vincent, who stood watching with displeasure. Myerden, however, wasn’t fazed by yet another fierce guardian. He simply rubbed his temples tiredly.

“Come in. We’ll get you taken care of. However, you’ll need to change your lifestyle and, most importantly, your clothing materials.”

“My clothing materials?”

“Yes. These thick fabrics won’t do.”

“But what choice did I have? I had to line her clothes with more fabric to stop anything from leaking from her boils!”

“That’s exactly what’s causing the problem.”

Hearing this from a certified genius like Myerden, instead of an 11-year-old princess, would likely make all the difference.

“Well then, take care of yourself,” I said, leaving the rest to Myerden.

Now, it was time to return to the main event of the night. My family and Dad were waiting for me, so I had to leave this mess behind for a while.

“Come on, Ppiak. It’s cake-cutting time!”

“Yes!”

As I stepped into the hallway, I found Gergys waiting, arms crossed, ready to accompany me.

“So, you want me to catch the culprit?”

“Later.”

“Perfect.”

Gergys cracked his knuckles. It seems he’s still upset about losing track of me and Sihat earlier.

Well then, farewell, dear culprit.

‘I definitely won’t be telling anyone about the confession I got.’

But, wait.

As I hurried along with Gergys, something occurred to me.

‘Did I… forget to respond to the confession?’

The mere thought of Sihat being in danger sent my mind into a whirlwind.

And now, I realized I had completely forgotten to respond to his confession.

But the real issue was that Sihat didn’t mention what would come next after his confession.

‘Usually, doesn’t a confession lead to dating?’

That’s the usual order of things, right?

‘But he just said he loves me. Why didn’t he say we should date?’

I tilted my head in confusion, holding a large knife in my hand. Of course, it was just for slicing the enormous cherry cream cake.

“Happy birthday, Princess!!!”

As the crowd cheered, I cut the cake in front of everyone. The applause that followed was nearly deafening.

This year’s cake was another masterpiece—an enormous, towering dessert made of sponge and cream, decorated with layers of cherry syrup and candied cherries. It would undoubtedly taste amazing.

Scooping up a generous spoonful of cream with my fork, I popped it into my mouth. It was sweet, but even the sweetness couldn’t distract me from my thoughts about Sihat.

‘Something’s off.’

There’s something he’s not telling me. I can feel it.

I chewed on my fork thoughtfully.

The pope dies at 18. According to Sihat, the temple sacrifices him, claiming it’s for the well-being of the empire—a pretty excuse, but a lie. In truth, the priests restrain the pope and forcibly sacrifice him.

However, in the future Sihat came from, he didn’t die. He also didn’t marry anyone, as far as I know.

‘Which means the church had a reason to keep him alive despite him being single.’

If a pope marries a princess, the church can use her as a bargaining chip. A clever move for their benefit.

But if Sihat never married, it could only mean his personality or powers were too uncontrollable. Yet he didn’t die at the expected time.

The church would have wanted to kill him and appoint a new pope, but they couldn’t.

‘In the game, the pope wasn’t supposed to die at 18. So why is it different now?’

By now, I’d accepted that the game and this world don’t align perfectly.

‘The conclusion is clear—the church had a reason they couldn’t kill Sihat.’

That seems like the most accurate assumption.

‘Could it be that in the future, it’s not monsters, but something like zombies or ghouls?’