Baby Pharmacist Princess

Just when I was thinking of just living quietly here, the updated system turned out to be like this.

Not explaining clearly what kind of death awaits me made my imagination run wild.

Would my head be chopped off?

That might be better. Or would I be poisoned in a battle for the throne?

Or even worse… something more horrifying?!

‘No, no!!!’

I trembled with fear, turning pale.

I should have paid back even just 1 gem.

Not doing so has caused this disaster.

‘No, it’s not my fault. I already gave up all my gems… This is so unfair.’

Even the small print under the “gruesome death” description made it worse.

The tiny 6-point font in Korean!

♡Even if you experience death, you cannot log out to reality.

After death, the game will restart from the save point.♡

‘So, that means I might end up repeating death and recovery over and over again?’

That’s even worse.

It feels like my blood is draining away.

It would be better if death were the end.

‘So even if I die, I’ll restart, and if I don’t repay the debt by the time I’m 12, I’ll die again…?’

What a cruel thing to say.

Even though I have the memories of an adult Yoon Chaeri!

Who can endure something like this?

I used to be happy about the emergency self-recovery mode, but now I feel pathetic.

‘Failing to complete the main quest means… I’ll feel every detail of the death process.’

Screaming inside! So scary!

“Hello, Princess.”

“Nice to meet you. You’re really cute.”

“I sent you a gift once, a violin made of pure white ivory. Do you remember it?”

Violin or not, I don’t want to talk to anyone.

But people kept coming up to Dad and me, talking non-stop.

Dad quickly noticed my state as I kept quiet, pretending to be shy.

“My daughter has not yet greeted His Majesty. Please, step back.”

“Oh, I apologize. She’s just so adorable we couldn’t help ourselves.”

A slick-looking nobleman laughed and backed away, taking the others with him.

I pressed my puffed-up cheeks against Dad’s shoulder, trying to snap out of this shock.

‘Even if I die, let’s say I’ll return to the save point.’

I still don’t want to die!

Who wants to repeat dying?

Especially with the word “gruesome” attached to it.

No, no, no!

“Cherry.”

Dad called me softly as I squirmed.

“Are you okay? If you really don’t want to be here, we can leave…”

“N-no, it’s fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

“It’s just… the crowd scared me.”

I mumbled, hiding my face.

But my mind was racing, thinking I need a plan.

If the situation is assessed, I need to find a way not to die.

‘In the end, they want me to repay the debt and become an heir to the throne!’

Feeling frustrated, I wanted to punch the air.

So, I did just that.

“What does that mean?”

“It must be a gesture for the empire’s prosperity!”

“Is it a dragon-related meaning?”

Some noble ladies were speculating behind me, making me embarrassed, so I stopped.

‘I don’t want to log out.’

There’s no reason to.

Even if this place is a fake world, it doesn’t matter.

Dad, my brothers, Madam Maya, Grandpa Tombi, Sophia, Shami, Hanna, and Lady Nania.

I decided to stop thinking this place isn’t real and accept it as my new reality.

I don’t know if I could adapt if I went back to being Yoon Chaeri.

Being alone, feeling lonely.

I don’t want that anymore.

I’ve lived in this world for 8 years, so it feels like a second home to me.

I guess I’ve grown fond of this world.

‘So… this system. It’s definitely reading my decisions, right?’

I have a reasonable suspicion that the system administrator is reading my thoughts.

As soon as I thought of skimping on the main quest, they updated it like this.

As if telling me to focus on the main quest and not think of other things.

‘Repay 110 billion gems by the age of 12.’

I think of the book “XX Became Rich at 12.”

And child YouTubers who became global stars and earned a lot of money at a young age.

I can’t do something like usury.

Neither can I start a big poison business or even a pharmacy business now…?

Maybe someday.

“For now, advertising revenue is the only way…”

I muttered ominously.

“Cherry?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

I was so absorbed in thinking about earning gems that I forgot Dad was listening.

Since coming to the White Night Palace, I hadn’t felt threatened. So, I didn’t have to recall the many things I did during my dark times.

But Genovia and the system… they provoked me with this update.

So, my dark persona from the past resurfaced.

‘Phew, I need to switch off dark mode and go back to being a sweet, cute daughter.’

I coughed and leaned in to whisper to Dad.

“Dad, can you cast a spell to make me look like a hatchling?”

“A hatchling?”

“Yes. I need a horn on my forehead.”

“It’s possible.”

“Then I’ll play hatchling from tomorrow!”

Dad gave me a look that said, ‘suddenly?’ But kids often say things suddenly.

‘Alright.’

I rubbed my hands together, finalizing my plan to earn gems.

System, you said it yourself?

I can earn gems however I want!

* * *

Autumn was ending, and winter was approaching rapidly.

The party hall was filled with orange, red, and yellow, as if to savor the departing autumn.

The main theme of the desserts on the table seemed to be pumpkins, with cakes, tarts, macarons, and pies all in sweet yellow.

As time passed, Dad went to talk with the adults, and I sat at the dessert table with Gergys.

“When will His Majesty and the Pope arrive?”

“In about an hour. They’re probably having a private conversation right now.”

“Ah.”

No wonder they’re taking so long to come.

The high-ranking priests invited to the party were already scattered around the hall.

The bald high priest I saw before wasn’t here, so I guessed the really high-ranking ones would arrive later.

I smiled and waved whenever I made eye contact with curious onlookers, with a cute pumpkin-shaped jelly stick in my mouth.

“I didn’t know there was such a cute person in the royal family.”

“They’re all a bit intimidating. Not like children…”

“But Princess Cherishe seems like a normal child. It’s a compliment, not an insult. You all understand, right?”

The ladies who liked me whispered behind their fans.

They blushed every time our eyes met.

They were probably ladies around the age of having ten-year-old children.

“Brother Gys, are those ladies from the Wynn faction?”

“Huh? Oh, yes. They’re the Count and Countess.”

“Ah.”

No wonder they’re so friendly to me.

If they’re from the Wynn faction, they must be on the side of Idsys and Gergys, the heirs to the throne.

‘Great. I should give them some ointment.’

I jumped off the wooden chair and ran to the ladies.

“Hey, where are you going!”

Gergys followed closely behind, but I pretended not to hear and stood in front of the ladies’ voluminous skirts.

“Hello!”

“Oh my, hello, Princess. Nice to meet you.”

“My name is Cherishe.”

“Thank you for greeting us directly. I am Count Bachmann. This is Countess Schubertian, and lastly, Countess Mozartine.”

Oh, their names are so… famous… like great musicians.

‘And one of them is a Count, not a Countess. I had a prejudice.’

I assumed they were all someone’s wife because they wore dresses.

I felt ashamed of my prejudice and reflected on it.

“Greetings, Prince Gergys.”

“Long time no see, Count. And ladies.”

“It has been a while. Prince, are you still skipping music classes?”

“How would I know? There are no music classes at the academy.”

“Haha, it reminds me of chasing you around to catch you. I thought you were a cicada because you kept falling off trees.”

What’s this funny story?

I approached Count Bachmann with shining eyes.

“Brother Gys, did you ever skip classes?”

“Of course. When the Prince turned five, I had the honor of teaching him violin, piano, and composition…”

“And…?”

“While Prince Idsys mastered the art of music, Prince Gergys was busy running away.”

“Wow.”

“But he was only five, so it was easy to catch him.”

The Count chuckled, finding it amusing. Gergys, embarrassed, had red earlobes.

“So, will I take classes when I turn five?”

“Of course. I hope I can teach you too. The world of music is vast and limitless.”

Coming from Count Bachmann, it felt even more convincing…

At that moment, Gergys scratched his cheek and shouted loudly.

“Count Bachmann is the best composer of our time. It’d be good to learn from him.”

“Oh my, a compliment from you. The sun might rise in the west tomorrow.”

“I know the Count is the best. I just don’t like music.”

Gergys’s grumbling was a bit cute.

We were talking more about Gergys’s childhood when someone suddenly shoved past me from behind.

“Does she think that outfit looks good?”

“What a sight… Tsk.”