Baby Pharmacist Princess

How could I tell who it was without even looking?

Even though I was still a child, I carefully scrutinized the flamboyantly dressed group.

Sure enough, the one in the center was Alexandra.

The ones who bumped into me were her lackeys.

‘Sigh, kids. I’ll let it slide just this once, future villain.’

Ignoring them would make them even more annoyed, as they had decided to torment me.

They might not know, but in the future social circles, there’s a term called “Do not feed the trolls.”

I glanced at them and casually cleaned my ear with my little finger.

In high society, you need to act calm and collected.

The countesses who saw my relaxed demeanor quickly added their comments.

“Princess, are your ears itchy?”

“Yes, because of the buzzing insects.”

“Oh my, such ignorant and unrefined insects. They don’t know when to keep quiet.”

“Right? I think so too.”

How childish to provoke by bumping into me.

Did they think I’d throw a tantrum and make a scene?

‘They probably hoped for that.’

As if I would do that in front of all these people.

I looked at Alexandra’s lackeys, who were now frowning, and smirked.

What, want to try more?

“But I wonder how young ladies without mothers manage at such parties.”

“Exactly. My mother always checks my attire. She even picks out my shoes.”

“It’s proper manners to dress appropriately, after all.”

As expected, they were now calling me an “orphan.”

Well, I have Dad, so it doesn’t matter to me.

I wasn’t hurt at all, so I quickly thought about how to turn this situation around and make them pay.

And then, Gergys suddenly stepped forward and loudly retorted!

“Everything she wears suits her!”

“…What?”

“Our Cherishe looks good in anything she wears. There’s no need to go through the trouble of finding something that suits her. Only pumpkins do that.”

Gergys… you’re so childish…

I was genuinely surprised because I didn’t expect Gergys to even notice the insult directed at me.

“Oh, maybe I’ll go eat some pumpkins!”

And he didn’t stop there; he pushed past Alexandra and her lackeys, grabbed a pumpkin tart from the dessert table, and started munching on it.

While staring directly at Alexandra.

“Pfft, hahaha!”

Oh, my gosh.

This is hilarious!

Seeing the astonished faces of the young ladies, I couldn’t stop laughing.

Gergys, looking very pleased with himself, snorted and asked, “Did I do well?”

“Kii brother, did you use noble language for me?”

“Of course.”

“Phew… You’re so funny. Thanks for stepping in!”

It was a rather clumsy response, but I appreciated it.

Usually, Gergys would just beat someone up with his fists rather than try to use his brain.

So this was a special effort just for me.

I was genuinely happy that I had become someone Gergys would go to such lengths for.

I looked at Alexandra’s lackeys, who were clearly embarrassed, and gave them a thumbs-up before flipping it down.

I remember your faces.

If you want to fight, let’s do it properly.

Meanwhile, Alexandra’s lackey seemed to have decided how to respond and stepped forward.

“Prince, are you implying we are pumpkins?”

“How could you say such a vulgar thing! Prince Gergys is of noble birth.”

“Yes, he is different from us by birth.”

The more they talked, the angrier Gergys got.

I saw the vein popping on Gergys’s forehead and spread my hand like a maple leaf to signal him to stand down.

Instead, I deliberately tapped my bag with my other hand.

The countesses who had roamed high society for years surely understood my silent signal.

“Oh, Princess Cherishe, your bag is very unique today.”

Count Bachmann smoothly shifted the topic.

“Yes, it looks very practical to my untrained eye. It’s better for children to have something practical rather than something adorned with jewels.”

“Indeed. With so many extravagant nobles, showing the virtue of simplicity in front of them is quite commendable.”

“An exemplary choice.”

The faces of the extravagantly dressed girls turned red at the countesses’ barrage of compliments towards my bag.

Of course, their parents wouldn’t just sit still, and chaos ensued in an instant.

“Well, it’s only fitting to wear what suits you. Simplicity suits some people better.”

Fans unfurled with a swish.

The barbs exchanged with smiles were like knives.

“Have you read the story ‘The Noble Who Ruined Their House with Extravagance’?”

“Some people don’t know the difference between noble and common attire. Well, you’d need to have been wealthy to understand.”

The atmosphere grew increasingly heated, and Alexandra looked triumphant.

I waited quietly until it seemed like Alexandra’s side would win, then signaled again.

This time, it meant I would step in.

“You, what’s your name?”

I asked the girl who had bumped my shoulder with a sweet voice.

“…Ciela Alister, Princess Cherishe.”

The old me would not have cared to ask for Ciela’s name.

It wasn’t worth it.

But now, I am the adopted daughter of the Prince.

Even Gergys stood up for me.

So, she couldn’t ignore me.

“I see, Ciela. I think your dress is the prettiest.”

“What? Really?”

“Yes. It’s better than the Allette dress.”

Ciela blinked, unsure how to respond to my sudden compliment.

She’s still a teenager, after all.

The one who responded immediately was the Marchioness Alister, standing a step behind.

“Thank you for the compliment, Princess. But how can my daughter’s attire compare to that of the esteemed Princess Alexandra? Please take back your words.”

This meant, ‘Don’t drag my daughter into this and provoke Alexandra.’

Because Alexandra would obviously not be pleased hearing a marchioness’s daughter’s dress is better than hers.

‘But that’s not what I’m aiming for.’

I innocently blinked and looked at Alexandra.

Then I shook my head.

“No, Ciela’s dress is prettier. If Alexandra wore it, it would look funny.”

“Th-that can’t be. Ciela, why aren’t you thanking the Princess for her compliment?”

Insulting directly is for amateurs.

Insulting indirectly is for intermediates.

Complimenting to insult is for experts.

And the next level?

“Th-thank you, Princess Cherishe.”

Ciela curtsied, holding her skirt.

It hurt her pride to bow to me like this.

But what can she do?

I’m a Princess, and you’re just a marchioness’s daughter.

‘Now, what’s the right move for the Marchioness Alister?’

1. Praise my outfit to make Alexandra feel left out.
2. Immediately praise Alexandra’s dress, highlighting the intricate lace, the gemstones, and the fabric’s origin.
3. Abandon the honor of the Alister family and flee the awkward situation.

Correct answer: 5 points!

‘Honestly, I recommend option 3.’

If Marchioness Alister had known what would happen next, she would have chosen 3.

But unfortunately, she chose 2.

“But Princess Alexandra, the turquoise dress you’re wearing today is from Absinthe, right?”

“Yes.”

Returning to the center of the conversation, Alexandra arrogantly tilted her chin.

“As expected! Fabrics from that region are astronomically expensive.”

“Princess Alexandra is the precious daughter of the South Emperor, so it’s only fitting she wears such a dress.”

“Indeed. Just like people, the origin of the fabric is important.”

With Marchioness Alister leading the charge, the noble ladies of the Jen faction joined in.

Welcome, the more, the merrier.

Seeing the scene reminded me of fish swarming into a net, and I smiled.

“But where is Absinthe?”

Of course, I tilted my head in confusion.

“It’s a city known for its weaving skills. Everyone there spins thread, weaves fabric… basically, they all work in clothing.”

“Ah! Dad mentioned it once.”

“He did?”

“Yes. He said children there do the dyeing!”

For a moment, the expression on Marchioness Alister’s face showed regret.

She realized what I was implying.

“Is Alexandra really happy wearing clothes dyed by children?”

I held my cheeks and let my shoulders droop as if I were weak.