Baby Pharmacist Princess

“I’m glad to be working with you too, Myerden. You make all my dreams come true.”

“Oh, you say such lovely things that I can’t even be jealous!”

I patted Myerden on the shoulder and hopped off the chair.

“I’ll experiment with the flour paste in the kitchen today!”

Flour paste might not stick well to silk, but since we’re not making bandages or wound bands out of silk, it’s fine. I’ll just have to experiment and see!

* * *

It feels funny saying this at four years old, but life sure is unpredictable.

“Here I am, in a game world set in a medieval era except for the magic, making paste for wound bands…”

I’ve always preferred letting others handle the big stuff while I focus on the little things. It’s the best way to maintain a good work-life balance and keep my mind healthy.

What do I mean?

I mean I’d rather cheer on others making paste than do it myself.

“Go, Maya! You can do it!”

“Careful not to strain your voice, Princess.”

“Okay, I’ll clap instead!”

I cheered for Madam Maya, who was stirring the pot, from a safe distance.

I can’t help it. If I tried to stir the pot, I’d probably fall right in. You’re supposed to add flour to cold water and gradually heat it up while stirring continuously. It’s an arm-straining task, so the kitchen staff took turns.

“It’s getting cold. On days like this, you need some hot chocolate fondant!”

Dexon was busy making desserts for me a little farther away. I love chocolate fondant! It’s crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside with hot chocolate in the middle. It’s so sweet, you can’t eat it in one bite.

Dexon, who looks like a pirate, was deftly preparing the batter. Watching him, I suddenly raised my hand.

“Dexon!”

“Yes, Princess?”

“I want to share the chocolate fondant with the gardeners. Can you make a lot?”

“Of course, Princess! I’ll make plenty!”

The gardeners have been very busy lately, dressing the trees to protect them from the cold. I wanted to give them something nice.

‘But if I don’t give Dad any… he might get upset.’

I hesitated, worrying that asking Dexon to make more might be too much. But I decided to go for it.

“Could you also make some for Dad and his advisors?”

“Of course! I’ll make lots! One fondant is never enough anyway.”

Dexon laughed and rolled up his sleeves. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of chocolate.

‘I’ll take some to Dad once it’s ready.’

He’s been so busy with meetings about the Ammon hunt. I hope my gift will cheer him up!

* * *

But at this moment, Vikal wasn’t in a dangerous, serious meeting about the Ammon hunt.

Vikal was intensely debating whether a strawberry pattern or a cherry pattern would be better for his daughter’s magic carpet. The fact that this carpet cost as much as a castle didn’t matter to him.

The carpet was made of an insanely expensive material, with miracle magic woven into every strand.

“Perfect. The strawberry pattern is better.”

“A splendid… decision, Your Highness.”

“You can put it down now, Solip.”

Solip, looking pale, finally put down the carpet with a thud. He had been holding it for an hour to test its feel on the skin over time. Solip, more of a scholar, found the heavy carpet unbearable.

Though he wished it would get damaged, he knew it wouldn’t. Every strand was protected by powerful magic, crafted by a real wizard’s life.

“Don’t damage it!”

Everyone knew the carpet was indestructible, but Vikal still scolded him. Then he nodded.

“Cherry would find it odd to walk on a cherry-patterned carpet. The strawberry pattern is best.”

“Yes… Your Highness.”

Solip sighed and rubbed his tired eyes.

Princess Cherishe should know how silly her father can be. She probably thinks he’s always strong and reliable, but he has this foolish side too.

‘I need something sweet…’

Solip didn’t like coffee much. When tired, he always craved sweets.

He’d been awake for 18 hours straight, working without rest.

“Dad!”

“Cherry.”

Then came the bright, cheerful voice of Princess Cherishe, knocking on the door.

Vikal rushed to open it with magic before reaching it himself. Despite her urgency, her face was composed.

Solip decided to tell Cherishe about her father’s silly sides someday. After all, a chief advisor knows all the embarrassing secrets of their lord.

‘He gets up early to look at the drawing she did and kiss it every day. He wants to be the best-dressed dad to choose her clothes well.’

And there was more.

‘He saves a diamond for every lovely day with Cherishe, planning to gift it to her when the jar is full.’

Each diamond had a voice message spell attached, and Vikal spent hours alone to record these messages, often reading a thousand love poems for inspiration.

‘He didn’t do this even while courting his wife…’

Vikal was a classic case of a doting father.

‘He wants to hide this side from her and appear only as the perfect dad.’

Solip planned to reveal all these secrets one day.

As his thoughts grew more detailed, Cherishe came over, pointing to a tray the maid carried.

“I brought snacks. Have some.”

When the maid uncovered the tray…

“Princess…!”

Solip ran over, thrilled, before Vikal could react.

“Princess, you’re my savior! Praise the chocolate fondant!”

“You really wanted the chocolate fondant that much…”

Cherishe looked amazed.

Solip, holding the chocolate fondant, decided he would write about today in his diary. The plan to reveal Vikal’s embarrassing secrets was replaced by the joy of chocolate fondant.

Future advisors should know the temptations they must resist.

Chapter 7: Resisting Temptation as a Good Advisor.

Today’s events would be a perfect example.

* * *

On the day the imperial family and the Holy Church joined forces for the grand Ammon hunt, heavy snow fell on the capital.

It was snowing so hard that it was already ankle-deep, making it difficult to walk.

“Be careful.”

“If it seems dangerous, hide first!”

“Why can’t I go? I’m so worried…!”

Those were the voices of Madam Nania, Hanna, and Shami.

Hanna had taken the ring Dad gave me and strung it on a new necklace for me. Shami pressed a fluffy hat over my head, looking very worried.

But what could I do?

The Ammon hunt was genuinely dangerous, and only the bare minimum of essential personnel could go. The Emperor ordered that anyone unable to protect themselves, like servants or maids, stay behind.

“Princess.”

It was time to get in the carriage.

Sophia fastened my white fur coat one last time and handed me something.

“What’s this?”

“Emergency chocolate with a warming spell. Keep it inside your coat.”

Ah, she’s worried about every possible scenario.

Dad and my brothers wouldn’t let anything happen to me, though.

But Sophia, who had been injured by Genovia’s explosion, seemed especially worried.

“Goodbye! I’ll be back!”

I waved cheerfully and stepped outside.

But, huh?

“Why are there two carriages?”

Which one should I take?

One was all black, with eight black horses. A giant lion yawned atop the grand carriage, indicating who prepared it.

‘Gergys must have prepared this carriage!’