Baby Pharmacist Princess

Chapter 54



Let’s not get frustrated.

Forming a contract with this woman would open up countless opportunities.

Numerous plans emerged and took shape in Pabel’s mind.

The more detailed they became, the sweeter his voice grew.

– Did you know that more demons die of boredom than in battle?

This wasn’t something Alexandra needed to hear right now.

So Pabel stopped speaking out loud and projected his thoughts directly.

– For demons, contracts are the only way to stay alive.

Just as living beings need food to survive, demons need contracts.

It was no different from killing animals for food.

Entertainment.

That simple word was indispensable for demons.

Jessica Fever’s hazel eyes trembled like aspen leaves as she looked at him.

Pabel chuckled and placed a hand on the maid’s shoulder.

Alexandra still saw him as a boy, but to Jessica, he appeared in his true form.

When making a contract, he could reveal his true self to the prospective contractor.

– Please entertain me. You only live once, don’t you? Stop pretending to be devout by crossing yourself.

Surrender.

Jessica Fever’s eyes grew more vacant and cloudy under Pabel’s sweet temptation.

She was captivated by the visions of wealth and glory he showed her.

– There’s only one type of contract we can make.

Rule one: The demon receives the human’s soul.

Rule two: The human enjoys whatever they desire during their lifetime.

Rule three: After death, the human’s soul cannot reincarnate and will serve as the demon’s slave for eternity.

However, there’s no obligation to explain this to the human.

Rule four: The demon cannot kill the contractor directly or indirectly.

The demon must wait until the human’s natural lifespan ends.

Rule five: The contract must be one-on-one, and any problems arising otherwise are the demon’s responsibility.

Rule six: For the demon’s dignity, they must appear impressively by passing through a gate when making a contract.

– The price is your soul. In return, you can enjoy anything you want while alive. What do you desire?

“Jessica.”

Her name, spoken sweetly, made her open her mouth.

“I want… to be a Princess…”

“What?”

Alexandra’s eyes widened at Jessica’s mutterings.

Pabel, on the other hand, smiled with delight.

‘How interesting!’

Why hadn’t he thought of that?

It would be much more enjoyable than being next to Alexandra.

Humans were sometimes creative enough to surprise even demons.

‘Ah, I should have avoided Rickraz’s sweet talk back then.’

Pabel narrowed his eyes and pressed his thumb to Jessica Fever’s forehead.

Rickraz, the current Emperor of South Castalia and Alexandra’s father.

Eighteen years ago, he sought a contract with Pabel first.

He proposed splitting the contract, keeping the benefits while giving the soul’s price to another.

He had heard of such contracts among demons but had never experienced one, so he was intensely curious.

[I’ll give you my firstborn child.]

[Whether it’s a son or a daughter?]

[It doesn’t matter. But apart from that, I want you to be loyal to my child.]

Not knowing what kind of contractor would be born was thrilling and terrifying.

In hindsight, seeing Alexandra now, it seemed a grand mistake.

Yet Pabel stayed by her side, bound by a half-formed contract.

Demon world laws were rigid; such contracts weren’t fully recognized.

Any contract that broke the rules wasn’t acknowledged.

Even more, Pabel had already been in the human world when the contract was formed, failing to meet the condition of passing through a gate from the demon world.

“Hah, argh. Aaaaah!”

Hiss.

Steam and a sulfur smell rose from where his thumb touched her forehead.

Jessica’s sharp scream echoed in the room, but no one rushed to Alexandra’s quarters.

A maid’s fate was of no concern to anyone.

Jessica Fever would disappear from today, but no one cared.

“Why hasn’t she woken up? What’s going on?”

“Calm down, Your Highness.”

“How can I be calm? It’s been a week!”

The atmosphere in White Night Palace was grim.

The little girl who had transformed the place from a lonely void to a lively space was now comatose.

Cherishe, who had flitted about like a rabbit or squirrel, spreading joy, was unconscious.

Doctors and even the high priest had tried to revive her, but all had failed.

Her body bore no major injuries, thanks to Idsys’s familiar Byu’s protection and the Prince’s timely arrival.

Had the Prince not arrived in time, Cherishe would have been obliterated by the massive explosion.

But while her body was unharmed, the psychological trauma seemed insurmountable.

“As I’ve said, Princess Cherishe’s unconsciousness is her own will.”

“What?”

The elderly high priest, already nervous, felt his remaining hair might fall out.

Facing the wrath of Gergys, who seemed like a demon born of fire, he spoke the harsh truth.

Princess Cherishe remained unconscious because she didn’t want to wake up.

“We used all our holy power, prescribed medicine, and nursed her with every method. Despite all this, she remains unconscious… it will take more time.”

“So you’re saying Cherishe might never wake up? How are you a high priest?”

Gergys’s sharp rebuke made the high priest feel wronged.

What could he do if nothing worked?

He had used all his strength, but this was the thanks he got?

The old man, near eighty, wanted to protest.

“Useless.”

But at that moment, Idsys, who had been silent, interjected smoothly.

Though aware of his presence, the high priest had thought him harmless due to his silence.

‘Why did I flinch?’

Idsys’s tone wasn’t threatening, but his soul instinctively warned him.

‘Shut up and stay still.’

Otherwise, who knew what might happen.

“You’ve been the high priest for ten years now. You must have amassed quite a fortune.”

“W-what? Even as a Prince, you can’t insult me!”

“Well. Is it an insult? When did stating facts become an insult?”

Leaning on his crossed legs, Idsys smiled.

“You’ve embezzled winter supplies funds meant for lower priests, giving them trash shoes and clothes instead. They could have worn better.”

“T-that’s… there’s a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, and there’s more. You provided minimal food funds to local temples, telling them to practice asceticism while hosting secret parties at the church.”

“That’s a common practice!”

What was a high priest?

The position was obtained through bribes to retired senior priests, and once in office, they could embezzle and take bribes freely.

It was an open secret.

As long as it wasn’t overt, it was allowed.

But what was this young prince saying now?

“All those in high positions would agree. Wouldn’t they?”

“W-wait, Your Highness the Prince! Say something! The young prince doesn’t understand the world!”

The high priest, showing anger, appealed to the Prince.

Why was he being singled out unfairly?

But the Prince said nothing. Idsys continued, implicitly showing support.

“You seem confident. Tomorrow morning, I’ll distribute papers detailing your misconduct to all the temples and streets.”

“W-what!”

“The people will turn away from Haphneous Church.”

“You think I’ll fall for such childish threats?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll play a video for the illiterate, too.”

Idsys smiled and drew something in the air.

[Haphneous? You really believe that? Hahaha, are you crazy? It’s just a money-making scheme! It’s all a show!]

[Believers? They’re just generous donors! Haha, keep donating! For me! I am God!]

It was undoubtedly himself speaking, saying things he thought were safe among his people.

“Tomorrow will be a fateful day for the church.”

The Prince, watching, nodded arrogantly.

Whether to cut out one to save the whole or sink together was obvious.

“I was wrong to trust you to treat my sister just because you had some holy power.”

Gergys pushed past the high priest with a look of disgust.

“W-wait! Please wait!”

Desperation made the high priest call out. Cold, crimson eyes turned to him.

The gaze was unsettling, but he couldn’t let his weaknesses be exposed.

“I’ll bring the Pope!”


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