She Was Sent by God

dicine.”

 

Marquis Songrad clenched his fist.
The servant stumbled over the medication.
The Marquis ripped open the medicine bag and swallowed what was inside.
In the room, there was a deafening silence.
Sebastian shrugged as the marquis was fine even after completely swallowing the medicine.

 

“I guess it’s not poison.”

 

“Can you believe me now?”

 

“Oh, of course.
I believe it.”

 

“Your Highness!”

 

Ilona, who had been holding back, stepped forward.

 

“My queen, I heard you’re staying too long at the prince’s palace; what if you get sick?”

 

“What matters now is the cure for the prince!”

 

Water drops formed around Ilona’s eyes as she couldn’t help but become enraged.
Sebastian embraced her in the manner of a loving husband

 

“How can I give a medicine made by a herbalist I’ve never heard of to the prince?” “They claimed to have treated hundreds of people with it.”

 

“The rumor would have already spread if it were that kind of medicine.” He exclaimed with a wild laugh.

 

“It’s late, so leave, Marquis.”

 

He waved to Marquis Songrad standing on one side.He motioned to Marquis Songrad, who was standing to one side.

 

“By the way, please thank Agnes for the excellent medicine.”

 

“……Yes, Your Highness.”

 

It was blatant satire.
The marquis turned around and walked out of the Queen’s Palace, trembling with shame and contempt.

 

Only two people spoke quietly in the large room.

 

“Perhaps the marquis’s medicine is genuine.”

 

“Are you still not giving up, despite the fact that so many Doctors have given you false hope?”

 

“Give up? Are you insane? Who am I doing this for? Isn’t it for our son, the prince?”

 

“Don’t believe that nonsense; Prince Robert will recover quickly.
The palace physician says…”

 

Sebastian smiled as he patted the Queen on the shoulder.
Ilona immediately began to contort her body as soon as his arm touched her.

 

“I can’t continue living if Robert ends up like Dietrich.”

 

“Ilona”

 

“Why am I living in this cold palace? If even Robert dies, please know that I will die that day as well.”

 

“Ilona!”

 

In the queen’s eyes, there was nothing but poison.
She turned away from Sebastian and went straight to the prince’s bedroom.

 

“Your Majesty.”

 

Sebastian was approached quietly by a knight.

 

“Marquis Songrad has just left the gate; should I keep following him?”

 

“No.”

 

The king looked at the knight with eerie eyes.

 

“Did you say the Marquis stayed in Chavolti Bezel’s mansion before entering the palace?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Now you’re doing things openly, Agnes.”

 

One side of his mouth’s corner tipped upward.
He could hear rain pelting the window outside.
Sebastian murmured as he stood near the window.

 

“It’s dark, and if the old marquis tripped in the rain and fell, it’ll be a disaster, don’t you think?”

 

“I’ll take care of it.” The knight replied bluntly and exited the room.

 

* * *

 

It was raining late in the winter when Marquis Songrad passed through the gate.
His deputy approached from the outside.

 

“What happened?”

 

“The king did not believe me at all.”

 

“What? It’s a plague cure?”

 

Sighing, “I heard it’s effective if you drink it at the beginning of the symptoms.
If I knew this would happen, I would have brought a few more.
He was suspicious when he heard I got it from Sutmar.”

 

When he thought of the king, he just wanted to pass by and pretend not to notice him, but the innocent queen and prince caught his attention.

 

“I should ask them to send me more medicine, so get me a messenger to send to Sutmar right away.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Someone called him from behind not long after the deputy had left.
Looking back, He noticed a man dressed as a royal knight approaching.
Marquis Songrad approached him without hesitation.

 

* * *

 

Sutmar’s cold weather eventually subsided, and the frozen snow melted and the sprouts began to bloom.

 

Making the plague cure was also a breeze.
Agnes was working in the office when she heard a knock on the window.
A carrier pigeon shook its wings loudly as she opened the door.
The message attached to the carrier pigeon’s feet was good.

 

Agnes’ mouth twitched.
“Laslo negotiated successfully with the Duke of Epsilon.”

 

“That’s a relief; it’s happening much faster than I expected.”

 

She believes that keeping the army in place will make it possible to reach Sutmar a little more quickly.

 

“Should we wrap up the spice shipment?” Andrassy stated as he set down the papers.

 

Agnes sat in her chair, fiddling with a note.

 

“You should, and by the way, I haven’t heard anything from my grandfather or Chavolti.”

 

“Did something happen?” he asked casually.

 

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