She Was Sent by God

erstood that selling stuff was of greater importance than making stuff.

The problem that had been troubling her was unexpectedly easily solved after a few days.

“This is Andrássy.”

Béla said with a smile on his kind face.
(Sorry for always changing stuff, but I did some research and most names seem to be Hungary-inspired.
Béla was previously Beller and he isn’t the only one with a modified name.
Check glossary here.)

“It is an honour to meet you, Madam.
My name is Andrássy Anke.”

A skinny middle-aged man with brown hair bowed his head.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Lord Béla.
You must’ve had a hard time traveling here in the cold weather.”

Agnes smiled gently as she offered Andrássy tea.

Although she had known that Béla had his fair share of connections within the social circle, but she didn’t know that he was even familiar with the merchant group representing Niršeg.

When she had asked him: “Do you know any merchant groups?” She hadn’t expected him to bring five people within the span of 10 days.

Andrássy was the fifth merchant group leader and the one with most influence that Béla had brought.

“I’ve made such a busy man come all the way here, so I’ll keep it short.”

It was already the fifth time Agnes had done this, so she got a knack for this.

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She called in the maids she had prepared.

“As you can see, these two are twins.”

The idea was to showcase the difference between the twins where one had taken the medicine and the other had not.

“This… When I heard it from Lord Béla I didn’t believe it, but this is for real.”

Andrássy’s eyes were full of astonishment, and Agnes only smiled leisurely and called another maid.

She put a box of the medicine in front of Andrássy.

“I assure that it becomes effective after a month of usage, but there is a small visible change even after 15 days.
This amount is enough for five people to use for a month.
Test it for yourself and come back in a month.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

Agnes got up from her seat without hesitation.
Less than 10 minutes had passed since Andrássy had entered the parlour.

“You’re the fifth.”

She left with a vague remark.
Andrássy, who realised the meaning belatedly, hurriedly left the room holding the box.

“Has something good happened?”

“Duke Alphard.”

Laslo asked as he approached Agnes in the hallway who was donning a bright smile on her face unlike her usual straight face.

“The fifth merchant came today.”

“Oh? Were you introducing that medicine to sell?”

The two of them started naturally walking side by side whilst chatting.

“Yep, it was Andrássy who owns the largest merchant group in Niršeg.
I’m on my way back from giving a month’s worth of product to him.”

“The largest merchant group.
That’s great.”

The tone of the congratulation was stronger than admiration or joy.
He seemed to have no idea how much wealth it would bring to the duchy if this were to be successful.

“Duke.
Is there anything that you want? Just tell me.”

Agnes asked in a smug manner.

“Something that I want?”

“Right.
Please tell me without holding back if there’s anything you have in mind.”

As she spoke, she became surprised when she examined Laslo’s appearance closer.

The part that secured the cape was loose and on the verge of tearing apart.

Not only that.

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The shoes he was wearing were covered in dirt and its toe caps had started peeling off, whereas the handle of the iron sword he wore on his hip was all worn down.

Agnes felt speechless.
It was difficult to call this a duke’s outfit.

‘Did you fight them all in this?’

She was told that he alone had remained and cut down many enemy soldiers and knights up until the castle walls fell.
She knew he was a renowned knight who excelled at sword arts.
But fighting with this old iron sword…

Her heart wrenched at the realisation.
Agnes quickly rubbed her eyes which had turned red.

“There’s nothing.”

“Nothing?”

However Laslo’s answer was unexpected.

“There’s nothing I lack.
I’m fortunate enough that I feel sorry for others.”

Agnes stopped walking, and in unison, Laslo also stopped walking.

Her heart was shaken again.
She didn’t know what to say, and kept opening and closing her mouth.

“I must.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

Instead of repeating the words she couldn’t utter, she squeezed Laslo’s cape.

She would buy a new one as soon as the money came rolling in.

The hem is all worn down.

And what about the boots and the worn out sword handle?

She would commission the best blacksmith in Niršeg to smith a new handle.

“Please believe in me.”

Agnes said, looking up at Laslo with determination in her eyes.

Laslo looked down on the princess’s small face and let out a small chuckle.

“Of course I believe in the princess.”

“You believe in me?”

“I believe in you.”

Laslo nodded his head without hesitation.

Agnes laughed in delight.

Lila’s notes:

I don’t exactly support skin-whitening or this kind of ideal where fair skin=beauty and dark skin=ugly.
So this makes me a bit uncomfortable.
But I guess it’s the norm in many asian countries.
Still though…