Baby Pharmacist Princess

Is someone really strong enough to fool Sir Rabjamun?

But then, why would someone like that take a beating from Alexandra?

The situation made no sense, and I was starting to feel like I’d dreamed the whole thing. So, I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.

Next time I see Pabel, I’ll ask him directly.

Pabel wasn’t a character I’d ever encountered before, so it was impossible to predict what he’d do.

“Pabel… hmm. Well, for now, we should head to the airship. It’s getting late, and you need to sleep.”

“Yeah. Brother Id, will you come with me?”

“Of course. This fool over here insists on staying down here, so it’ll just be us on the airship.”

“What about Dad?”

“Father? He won’t sleep for a few days.”

Is that even possible?

But since it’s Dad, I’m sure he can manage. He’s probably keeping watch for the Amon, both day and night.

Watching Gergys snoring softly made me feel sleepy, too.

Yawning, I held Idsys’s hand tightly. From here on, I could leave the rest to him to get us to the airship.

Phew, that was close.

Meanwhile, Pabel had moved towards the gate.

Towering trees and jagged mountain ranges surrounded the area. The gate from which the Amon crawled out was located deep beneath the mountain.

Standing with his hands in his pockets, Pabel smirked as he gazed into the gate and let his dark magic seep inside.

If anything happens, all of you come out and wait in front.

For demons, the commands of a superior were absolute. At least for those demons he had marked. Soon, all the creatures under Pabel’s control would gather at the gate, crowding around its narrow entrance.

The fact that this was the natural habitat of wild Amon wasn’t really a concern for Pabel.

Can’t believe I entertained such a ridiculous game.

Pabel brushed his still-swollen cheek, and with a swipe, the redness and swelling vanished as if they had never been there. The only trace left was the faint sheen of the ointment diligently applied by a small hand.

I want that soul.

It was the first time in a long while that Pabel had felt such a strong desire for possession.

He was an ancient demon who had been collecting souls since the beginning of time. His hobby was capturing souls he fancied and trapping them in his toy-like fortress—ensuring they could never escape or reincarnate.

The souls he captured loathed and despised him with every fiber of their being, but that only brought Pabel a twisted joy. Watching them break down under his influence was the ultimate satisfaction.

But after 2,000 years of this, the thrill had worn off. He’d grown bored, and finding souls that truly captivated him had become rare.

Cherishe’s soul, however, was… exceptionally appetizing.

Initially, he had been disappointed, thinking she would simply walk away after witnessing him get struck. Cherishe not being able to defeat Alexandra was as predictable as the sun rising in the east. If she had turned a blind eye, her soul would have been dimmed, tainted by the darkness of neglect.

But instead, Cherishe had simply been waiting for the right moment. Biding her time, preparing for the perfect strike.

When the giant snowman suddenly appeared, spewing snowballs from its mouth, Pabel had almost doubled over in laughter, barely managing to hold it in.

What a creative little thing.

Chuckling, Pabel kicked the gate, widening it slightly as he solidified his next plan.

Three days later, the Amon hunt intensified into absolute madness.

According to Idsys’s predictions, even more Amon were expected to appear in the coming days.

During the day, Idsys and the other royals led the charge. In the evening, Dad took over, leading the hunt from dusk till dawn. Gergys and Alexandra alternated during the night, and from what I heard, Alexandra was practically tearing the Amon apart with her bare hands.

Sir Vincent mentioned that thanks to Alexandra’s brute force, the fights had become much easier. I wondered if that was Gergys’s plan all along—provoking her to the point where she would fight even harder.

So, what was I doing while everyone else was busy?

Naturally, I stayed quietly on the airship, rolling around. I didn’t want to be a helpless, useless burden!

“Brother Id, while the royals are out there fighting, what’s the pope doing?”

“The pope? Why do you ask about him?”

Idsys seemed surprised by my question, his tone a little sharper than usual. I quickly offered a prepared answer.

“Well, he blessed me, didn’t he? I’m curious!”

“Ah, right. He did.”

Idsys nodded, as if remembering.

“The mercenaries the papal court brought along are fighting with us. The pope and the priests, those who possess holy power, focus on defense and healing.”

“So, do the knights get healed by holy power too if they’re injured?”

“No, not exactly.”

“???”

“The medical team from the temple handles most of the treatment.”

Then what are the priests even doing here?

Are they just padding the numbers?

Feeling a bit confused, I let the puzzle piece in my hand drop as I crawled closer to Idsys.

“Does the papal court not really participate much? Are you and the other royals doing all the hard work?”

“Hmm, the papal court keeps requesting Grandfather to close the gates connecting the demon world.”

Idsys yawned as he stretched, seemingly bored by the 3,000-piece puzzle in front of him. He had been working on it only because I was there.

I suspected that his brilliant mind had already memorized where each piece went, making it more of a chore than a challenge for him. Talking with me was probably much more fun.

“You’re probably wondering why Grandfather doesn’t just close the gates, right? Well, there are deeper reasons behind this Amon hunt.”

“Yeah?”

“The royal family is pampered their whole lives. They hardly ever meet common folk.”

True. That much was undeniable.

“But here, during the Amon hunt, they can’t bring their palace servants. They have no choice but to interact with the people of Skoranta.”

“…”

“Just like you, this is often the first time royals directly encounter commoners as royalty.”

“So it’s a kind of educational experience!”

I thought it was just a way to let off steam.

“Exactly. It gives royals a sense of responsibility—to protect and defend the people.”

Idsys smiled warmly as he added, “Plus, they’ve got all that energy. They need an outlet.”

I nodded, gathering the puzzle pieces into their box. Suddenly, a familiar sound rang in my ears.

[♡ Surprise Quest Completed ♡]

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum!

‘Distribute 500 bandages to the knights’—Quest Complete! You have earned 1,000 gems!

Ah!

Dad must have taken care of it for me!

After the big fight between Alexandra and Gergys, it had become tricky for me to personally distribute the bandages to the knights in the Jen faction. So, I took the easiest route and asked Dad, who had the most authority.

This way, the Jen faction knights could take the bandages without feeling awkward.

“Brother Id, I have a favor to ask.”

“Hmm?”

“The bandages from the Imperial Health Department! Can you get some feedback on how they’re working? Like if they’re effective during battle?”

“Oh, you want to know if the knights like them and if they’re useful during combat?”

“Exactly! And if there’s anything I need to change, I’ll fix it.”

“That won’t be a problem.”

Now that Idsys had promised, I could relax.

I spent the rest of my peaceful time on the airship trying to decide whether I should read a book, draw with my crayons, or join my familiars, who were tumbling around and playing nearby.

In the end, my choice was…

“Hiya!”

To roll around and play with the little kittens!

At first, the knights were skeptical about the bandages they received.

They were used to their traditional bandages, and the idea of using something so new—especially something made by a princess who wasn’t a doctor—made them hesitant.

As a naturally conservative group, the knights accepted the bandages out of respect but didn’t immediately start using them.

But once the fighting with the Amon started and they began getting injured, things changed.

They had all read the instructions and knew how to use the bandages. The only question was who would try them first.

“Use the bandages!”

Clang!

After a knight got slashed by an Amon’s tail, Sir Vincent rushed in to take his place, shouting encouragement.

“Princess Cherishe gave them to us! They stop the bleeding immediately!”

Sir Vincent had already injured himself earlier and had used one of the bandages, so he knew how effective they were.

As he held his shield up to block an Amon, Gergys swooped in and finished off the beast with a clean strike to the head.

Meanwhile, the wounded knight, still doubtful, pressed the bandage to his wound.

To his astonishment, it stuck firmly without the need for wrapping or tying.

It doesn’t fall off…

No tying, no wrapping required.

Which meant—.

I can get back into the fight so much faster!

The knights’ eyes lit up with awe.

This… this is revolutionary.