She Was Sent by God

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“Like the merchant who came by this morning, why don’t we mix some herbs with wheat flour and sell it as longevity medicine.”

Niall also felt hopeless and mentioned it like a joke, which was unbecoming of him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, some herbalist came by this morning and claimed to have created an effective elixir of youth(1).
I asked them to bring it out, and they just mixed some herbs with flour, and thus were kicked out.”

Oh, what a strange fraudster to stir up such a commotion.

Agnes laughed and stopped talking for a moment.

Elixir of youth? Where and when had she heard that before?

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Agnes realised why it sounded so familiar only after a while.
Niall glanced at Agnes, who was strangely silent.

“Mistress?”

“Ah!”

“Is there something wrong?”

“That, That person!”

Agnes jumped up from her seat.
She was so excited that she could barely speak.

“Yes?”

“Bring them back here immediately!”

“Oh, I have already rebuked them from doing such things again.
There’s no need for Mistress to…”

“No, I’m not going to reprimand them.
I want to have a face-to-face conversation with that person, so bring them here courteously.”

“You mean right now?”

“Now.
Immediately!”

“Seeing as to how adamant Agnes were, Niall ended up nodding several times unconsciously.”

“I will go bring them now.”

“With very, very good manners.”

“Yes.”

Agnes walked restlessly around the room as she couldn’t stay still.
The elixir of youth.
It wasn’t an absurd medicine that could make you immortal of course.

There were no such effects from the elixir at all.
However, the reason it had become renowned nationwide was due to its unexpected effects of brightening the skin as well as reducing blemishes after a month of continuous usage.

Thanks to these revolutionary results, it managed to not only gain enormous popularity in Niršeg but also with the aristocratic ladies in neighbouring countries.

The count who had originally distributed the medicine first, quickly became rich.

As the concoction became famous, the story of the herbalist who created it also spread.
It was said that the herbalist had called it ‘Elixir of Youth’.

People would make fun of it and say that they were earning more money than if they had truly sold a cure for mortality.

Agnes, who resided by the outskirts in the west, learnt of its existence much later.
It was only after the queen had sent it in a letter to her.

The queen had actively recommended it to her, so Agnes gave in and tried it for a month.
She remembered how astonished she was at the effects, of which she had been doubting.

‘If this person really is the herbalist who created that…’

As time passed, her excitement subsided.
Nothing is for sure yet.

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The herbalist who came to the castle may not be the one who made the medicine at that time.
However the expectations did not fade.

It was when Agnes was anxiously circling around the parlour.

“Mistress.”

It was the first time in her life that she heard Niall’s voice sounding so welcoming.
Agnes steadied her trembling voice.

“Are they with you?”

“Yes.”

“Do come in.”

A person wearing a dirty rat-coloured cloak walked in beside Niall.

Agnes offered the seat in front of her with a smile.

“I hope I didn’t trouble you by bringing you here.
Come on, sit down.”

The herbalist looked around the room, unable to hide their nervousness, and then knelt in front of Agnes.

“Fo- forgive me, Madame! I have sinned and deserve to die.”

The voice of the herbalist sounded a lot younger and higher than from what Agnes had expected.

She hastily motioned for the kneeling person to stand up.

“Where have you wronged me? Stop kneeling and get up.”

“If, if it is about earlier… I will never talk nonsense about having made an effective elixir of youth again.
Please forgive me just once, Madam.”

“I didn’t call you here to punish you.”

Looking at how low they were on their knees begging and trembling like a maid caught stealing the princess’s jewellery.

Agnes talked to the herbalist with great compassion in her voice, and finally managed to persuade them to sit down.

“You may leave us.”

It wasn’t until Niall had left that Agnes was able to start conversing earnestly.

“Why don’t you take off your cloak?”

“Ah, yes, Madam.”

The startled herbalist took off the cloak they were wearing.

Their appearance was one that matched their voice.
A young woman around Agnes’ age who had yet to reach adulthood.
She seemed normal, but what stood out was her too pale complexion that was unusual for a commoner.

She fiddled with her hands and glanced at Agnes.

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