Baby Pharmacist Princess

Sihat, who had been quietly listening, finally interjected.

Raerhod cleared his throat, revealing his discomfort.

“Didn’t I already handle that? We can just do it again!”

Idsys and Vikal were slightly startled.

They had been so engrossed in the conversation that they forgot the Pope was present.

As for Sihat, he wished they would stop chatting and focus on solving the immediate problem concerning Cherishe.

Whether they saved the country or not was something the royals could handle later; the important thing now was Cherishe.

Right now, the only person by her side was Gergys, who was as reckless as a mischievous monkey.

This fact unsettled and annoyed Sihat.

“If you don’t want me to vaporize someone with divine power, it would be best if the Dragon Lord pretended to be her father.”

“Eh, that’s impossible. If I could polymorph into my adult form, I would have done it already.”

“Then bring any adult dragon. Shall I do it?”

As Sihat gritted his teeth, Hiskarilin pouted and stood up.

He had already seen everything happening to Cherishe with one eye.

He had also noticed that ridiculous girl named ‘Elise’ appearing.

An event that hadn’t occurred in the past.

It seemed Pabel had caused some changes.

The fact that ‘Elise’ was placed into the South royal family and that her face resembled Cherishe was no coincidence.

Thinking it was Pabel’s doing, everything made sense.

“Well, I know someone suitable. I’ll bring him. That should solve it, right?”

Sihat’s judgment was simple but correct.

If a huge dragon suddenly appeared from the sky, enough to shock everyone, that would settle things.

“Then we can resolve this without getting complicated over Dragon Hearts.”

The South Emperor must have fabricated all of ‘Elise’s’ past.

Even without a Dragon Heart, they would have arranged it so she could prove she was a princess born from the same mother.

But if a real dragon appeared and declared to Cherishe, ‘I am your father!’ and to Elise, ‘I’ve never had a daughter like you!’ then…

“There would be no room for argument.”

If ‘Elise’ was Pabel’s little amusement, too bad, but it was time for her to leave the stage.

“Eek! L-Lord! I-Is this because I missed my loan payment…?”

And a moment later.

Hiskarilin appeared, grabbing by the collar the gacha machine merchant from Dragon Street.

In terms of sheer size, there was no dragon bigger than him in the world.

* * *

Elise was filled with dreams and hopes.

She had heard how grand Cherishe’s birthday party had been.

Now, if she became a proper princess, she could enjoy such a blessed life too.

An enviable life that everyone admired.

‘Why do only some people get to enjoy such things just because they were born to the right parents?’

Why can’t I enjoy it?

What’s lacking in me?

‘I’ll have it too.’

Tonight, a small banquet was being held at the palace.

With Alexandra bedridden, it wasn’t going to be a festive party.

But with the Prince and the Pope as guests, it would be impolite not to hold a banquet.

And Elise was expected to be introduced to everyone at the party today.

“Sis, are you that excited?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Interesting. The true legitimate royal can’t even come out because she’s sick, yet you, lowly as you are, are pretending to be royalty.”

She wanted to leave for the North as soon as possible.

The main reason was Luon.

To Elise, Luon was truly strange.

She was certain that something was wrong with his head.

Luon was cruel and brutal. He neither knew nor cared about others’ feelings or emotions.

An absolute selfishness that was all about himself.

That was Luon.

‘And those occasional gleams in his eyes give me chills.’

Eyes filled with intrigue.

A gaze that didn’t see people as people, not even as animals.

Elise was afraid of Luon.

“Sorry for pretending to be royalty. But if this goes well, I’ll become royalty too.”

“Yes, that’s right. It would be really fun, so I hope you become a princess, Sis.”

Luon smiled slyly and patted Elise’s head.

Each time, Elise felt a chill down her spine, but she didn’t dare shake him off.

Luon could twist her neck at any time. This ‘Sis, Sis’ act was just a game to him.

Elise wanted to escape from here before Luon went completely mad.

“Then, get dressed up nicely later, okay?”

“Yes, I will.”

Elise bit her lip and forced a smile.

Luon knew she was afraid of him. And he enjoyed seeing her forced smiles.

“Pretty. Keep smiling like that. Then I’ll keep treating you well.”

Luon’s green eyes were disturbingly cold.

Elise trembled but smiled.

And the stress she received from Luon was destined to be taken out on the innocent maids.

* * *

“Princess, which shoes would you like?”

“The white ones.”

“Shall we go with a sky-blue dress?”

“That sounds good. That’s the color she’d likely wear.”

As the time for the welcoming banquet approached, I was choosing clothes with Shami and Hanna.

Normally, when someone tries to imitate you, you’d feel annoyed and pick clothes that wouldn’t overlap as much as possible, but I’m not ordinary.

If she wants to imitate me, shouldn’t she be prepared to see me wearing similar clothes but looking better?

So now, I’ve tied my hair with a white ribbon and put on cute white shoes.

Wearing a bell-shaped sky-blue dress and standing confidently, oh my, even I look adorable.

“It’s a color you don’t usually wear, so it’s even more special! Princess Cherishe in a sky-blue dress!”

Shami fussed, clasping her hands tightly.

I flipped my hair back and chuckled.

I’ve been thinking.

If Elise keeps insisting she’s my twin and there’s no way to expose her face… there’s a method.

“Koskani.”

“Yes!”

“You know what to do when I give the signal, right?”

Koskani was nearly fainting at the sight of me now.

She’s furiously sketching with her hands moving at lightning speed.

But seeing her nod at my words, she hasn’t forgotten.

‘I asked Koskani yesterday if she could show her dragon form.’

Of course, Koskani is female, but… who cares when she transforms into a dragon?

Whether she’s female or male.

I can just say that Koskani is my biological father.

‘Oh my! The father I met in my dreams has appeared!’ I can exclaim.

‘Did you think I’d just take it lying down?’

Trying to sneak into my family and gradually steal my place.

I absolutely won’t allow it.

I’ve worked hard to find my place.

I won’t be fooled by a fake, unless it’s a real twin!

“Then let’s go!”

I puffed out my cheeks and marched energetically.

Now that I’m eleven, I like being able to stride with longer legs.

“Tweet.”

Gergys was waiting in the hallway.

I grabbed his hand tighter than usual and walked ahead.

“Why are you so full of energy?”

“I’m always lively.”

“I know that. By the way, Dad will be back in time for the banquet.”

“Dad is back?!”

“Yeah. Seems the Pope is here too. But the three of them are whispering without me again.”

Gergys pouted, seeming displeased.

But knowing that his simple self wouldn’t be much help even if he joined, he had quietly stepped back.

‘All three of them including Sihat? Do they have a plan?’

I decided to hold off on signaling Koskani for now.

‘In case the plan Dad, Brother Id, and Sihat are preparing overlaps.’

Having decided that, I soon arrived at the Great Hall, which was being used as today’s banquet hall.

“Princess…!”

“Oh, Lady Vincent!”

“Are you alright? Thank goodness.”

Fortunately, as soon as I entered the hall, I saw a familiar face.

Lady Vincent was at the door with the grand duchess.

They must have come out here specifically to meet me.

“Hmm, you look unharmed. Thank goodness. Princess Alexandra caused quite a commotion.”

“I’m glad you’re safe too, Grand Duchess Vincent. You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”

The grand duchess wore a deep teal dress today, holding an enormous fan.

Lady Vincent was in a daring and sophisticated outfit with a deep back, shining brilliantly because it suited her so well.

“Oh my, Princess!”

“Princess Cherishe!”

Several South ladies whose faces I recognized greeted me.

Actually, their target seemed to be Gergys rather than me. Because while they spoke to me, their eyes never left Gergys.

“Brother.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have someone you like? Are you dating anyone?”

“What? What are you talking about? Are you dating someone?”

Gergys, who had been standing idly, was startled and became serious at my words.

I sighed deeply and shook my head.

“Of course not.”

“What do you mean ‘of course not’?”

“Nothing. Just keep living like that.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ah, ladies.

My brother is like this. He looks fine, but he’s really dense.

I was nibbling on some snacks when a commotion arose at the door.

In the South, they don’t seem to have the custom of loudly announcing guests as they enter, so I couldn’t tell who had arrived since no one informed us.

“The Pope!”

“Is that him? How can a man look like that?”

“He looks like a flower…!”

But soon, I could feel the excitement and curiosity spreading like waves. And footsteps walking straight toward me.

“Sihat!”