Baby Pharmacist Princess

It must have been frustrating that things weren’t going the way I wanted.

But there were plenty of other high-ranking priests here, who were all rivals.

“The law of supply and demand is simple.”

Sihat lazily glanced up at the high priest, his words dripping with a slow drawl.

“There are many who want to know the secrets they assume I hold, but I’m the only one who can reveal them.”

“……”

“Now, do you understand who needs to curry favor with whom?”

“You little brat…”

Sihat heard the grinding of teeth behind him but paid it no mind as he walked away.

Normally, every move he made was closely watched. However, being outside the suffocatingly quiet Holy See meant that surveillance would inevitably loosen, especially when they had been drinking for days on end.

“Half of them will hopefully die during this hunt.”

Muttering to himself, Sihat felt a pang of frustration at being too young to wield a sword.

‘But, it can’t be helped.’

Weaving through the village alleys, Sihat confirmed no one was tailing him before using his divine power.

Like a stone sinking into a lake, a quiet light rippled through the air.

In an instant, Sihat disappeared, only to reappear near the camp of Wynn’s forces.

I only had three hours to finish the mini-game.

And yet, two hours and thirty minutes had already passed.

Time had flown by too quickly, leaving me feeling helpless, but there was nothing I could do.

I had gone to Jen’s camp, but Alexandra was asleep, preparing for the dawn battle.

Then I tried to find Pabel, but he was nowhere to be seen.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

Left with no other choice, I searched the camp of the Holy See, hoping to find Sihat, but he too was missing.

‘Where did everyone go?’

Feeling defeated, I trudged back to Wynn’s camp.

‘Ugh, this is impossible.’

If only I knew what punishment awaited me, I could have tipped off Dad. But I didn’t have that luxury.

“Princess.”

At that moment, Sir Rabjamun, who was standing beside me, spoke up quietly.

“Isn’t that the Pope over there?”

“Huh?”

What?

I whipped my head around, and sure enough, near my tent, I spotted Sihat.

Jet-black hair, ruby-red eyes, and delicate features.

It was unmistakably Sihat.

“Sihat!”

“Oh, Shya.”

“I just went over to the Holy See camp! Did we miss each other?”

“Were you looking for me?”

Sihat, who had been staring blankly into space, smiled softly when he saw me.

The difference in his expression when he smiles versus when he doesn’t is incredible.

But now wasn’t the time to admire his looks.

“Sihat, listen. I don’t have much time!”

“Is there something urgent?”

“I need you to promise me you’ll do something for me! Please say yes!”

I was feeling a bit frantic.

If I didn’t complete the task, I’d face punishment, and I had a bad feeling the severity of the punishment would depend on my completion rate.

‘Pabel and Alexandra might be impossible to find, but… I have to at least complete one more!’

“Sure, whatever you need. If it’s your request, Shya.”

Sihat answered sweetly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oh, how pretty.

“Then, can you quickly say you love me?”

“Huh?”

Sihat’s eyes widened in surprise, and then he closed his mouth.

I thought he’d say it easily… but…?

“Huh? Do you love me? Just say it.”

“Well…”

“Can’t you?”

“No, it’s not that I can’t, but…”

But? There’s barely any time left!

[Time remaining until mini-game ends: 28 minutes]

The notification coldly ticked down the seconds, sending chills down my spine.

Ugh, I hate when the system starts cutting down the time like this.

“Shya.”

“Yes!”

Sihat called my name softly.

His voice and tone were so captivating that it was impossible not to focus on him.

As he drew my attention, Sihat knelt down on one knee, so that we were eye to eye.

For some reason, I found myself fixating on his lips.

His soft lips parted slightly, and I couldn’t look away as his breath caught, preparing to speak.

“I love you.”

“!”

In that moment, for the first time, I had doubts.

Are we really just friends in the future?

It didn’t sound like a casual ‘I love you’ between friends… more like something else.

Boop!

Before I could dwell on the thought, a notification popped up.

[♡Mini-game Progress (4/6)♡]

Two more to go!

Pabel and Alexandra should be together by now. Alexandra might be awake by now too.

[Time remaining until mini-game ends: 25 minutes]

If I hurry, I might just be able to complete the mini-game!

“Sihat, thank you! I have to go somewhere for a bit…!”

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I need to find someone. I’m heading back to Jen’s camp!”

Sir Rabjamun didn’t know why I was running around, but he loyally stuck by my side.

I reached out to him, gesturing for him to carry me.

“Can I come with you?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure, but…”

I hesitated for a moment before realizing that if Sihat came with me, maybe Alexandra wouldn’t lash out as much.

“Come with me!”

Maybe, in front of the Pope, Alexandra would hold back her temper and actually say she loved me.

‘Please, please.’

Sir Rabjamun, being a large adult, could cover distances in one stride that took me five steps to run.

We quickly reached the boundary between Wynn’s and Jen’s camps.

There, in the shadows, I spotted the faint glow of silver hair.

“Pabel!”

Yes!

If Pabel said it within a minute, I could spend the remaining time coaxing Alexandra…!

“Princess Cherishe.”

Huh.

Something felt off.

I smelled blood.

Before I could react, Sir Rabjamun scooped me up and stepped back three paces, his stance tense and alert.

“You’re hurt… come here if you need help.”

As the clouds parted, the moonlight illuminated Pabel.

He was clutching his left arm, and it was clear even at a glance that he was in bad shape.

Blood was dripping everywhere, pooling on the ground where he stood.

‘His… arm is gone?’

Am I seeing things?

A trail of blood followed his path, dripping steadily onto the ground.

“Please, Princess… help me.”

His once sweet voice was now weak and trembled like a wounded animal.

But before I could move, a system notification appeared, covering Pabel.

[♡Additional Penalty Triggered♡]

Thump-thump!

The countdown will speed up from now on.

Hold onto your hearts!

What? Who said you could do that?!

As soon as the system announced this, the time dropped from nine minutes to eight.

Feeling the urgency, I shook Sir Rabjamun to let me down.

Couldn’t Sihat heal him with his divine power?

“He’s hurt badly. Should I use my divine power?”

Sihat, seemingly on the same wavelength as me, stepped forward.

“Yes, Pabel! This is the Pope! Hurry, let him heal you with divine power. You’re hurt too badly!”

“…Ah.”

“Did Alexandra do this? You were hurt just now, weren’t you? Can you lift your arm?”

But strangely, Pabel didn’t approach.

However, before I could dwell on that, Pabel suddenly staggered and collapsed on the spot.

“Sir! Sir, Pabel has collapsed…!”

“I’ll go. Princess, please stay here.”

Sir Rabjamun’s gaze was firm, conveying that it might be dangerous.

If Alexandra had hurt Pabel, that would be… well, it would still be better than an unknown assassin being involved.

As mean as she is, I didn’t want Alexandra to be assassinated.

While I was fretting and looking around, a new notification popped up.

[Time remaining until mini-game ends: 5 minutes!]

My heart raced as the seconds continued to tick down.

Just as the knights arrived by my side, I realized something was very wrong.

Sir Rabjamun, who had gone to check on Pabel… wasn’t moving.

[Time remaining until mini-game ends: 3 minutes!]

“Shya.”

At that moment, Sihat’s expression hardened, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him.

The knights, who had surrounded Sir Rabjamun and me, blocked my view of the scene.

[Time remaining until mini-game ends: 1 minute!]

“Sir Rabjamun is acting strange!”

“Who is this boy? He’s not moving!”

What on earth is happening?

As much as I worried about Pabel, I had my own problems to deal with.

I was in a serious predicament myself!

[♡Mini-game Over♡]

YOU LOSE!

Failures: 2

As punishment, you will fly 30km for each failed task.

Goodbye, and good luck!

What? Are you kidding me?

What kind of system sends a four-year-old flying from Seoul to Gapyeong?!

But even as I protested, a suspicious light began to swirl around me.

“Shya!”

Noticing the strange occurrence, Sihat grabbed me tightly, pulling me into his arms.

“…!”

And just like that, in the next moment…

We were whisked away to who knows where, without even having the chance to call for Dad.