On the same day, in the residence of the Princess in the Western Palace.
The maid, Emilie, caught a glimpse of Princess Ellencia humming a tune. The Princess seemed to be in an unusually good mood today.
The Nanny lying on the bed spoke irritably, âYour Highness, that melody is too frivolous! It sounds like a song that only commoners would sing. You should sing like a Princess, even when youâre just humming.â
âOkay, I got it!â replied Ellencia, even brushing off the nursemaidâs nonsensical criticism lightly. She usually couldnât hide her stress, even when she laughed.
Emilie bit her nails.
âI should have been there yesterday!â
Yesterday, the Princess seemed to be whispering something close to another maid. Because of the errands given by the nursemaid, Emily had no choice but to leave her post.
This canât go on like this.
âI need to bring some useful information for Miss Philomel quickly!â
âIf I canât prove my worth, I donât know where I will end up.â
At first, Emily also thought about sticking with Ellencia. She hesitated several times whether to tell the Princess the truth that she was being blackmailed by Miss Philomel. However, as she watched Ellencia closely, she began to have doubts.
There was something strange about the Princess, whom she thought was kind and innocent. Her icy expression and actions were different from her kind words.
It happened when the Princess offered to give the nursemaid a back massage.
âAh, Your Highness, it hurts so much!â
âWhat can I do? Endure it a little more. They say you need to press harder when it hurts to get better,â Ellenciaâs voice was full of concern, but Emilie saw her smiling as she heard the nursemaidâs painful scream.
At that moment, Emilie felt a chill down her spine.
The Princess was a different person behind those kind words and angelic voice.
Both Miss Philomel and the Princess were scary opponents for Emilie.
Then it would have been easier to side with Miss Philomel, who already knew Emilyâs weakness. Blowing all of her weaknesses to Princess Elencia too, would only increase the number of people who know her weaknesses. Besides, for some reason, it seemed like Miss Philomel was more trustworthy.
It was a moment when Emily was scrutinizing Ellencia, then her eyes lit up when the princessâs tutors arrived. The history teacher placed the pile of textbooks on the desk.
âYour Highness, as I said, we will begin with the formal lessons from today.â
The grace period given to Ellencia for adapting to her life in the palace was over. From today, Elensia would receive formal education in etiquette, politics and history.
The history teacher looked at the textbooks and asked hesitantly, âBut can you really start with the advanced course?â
The Princess answered confidently, âOf course! I have to catch up with Philomel quickly. If Philomel can do it, then so can I!â
âHmm. Letâs begin.â
However, the Princessâs bold momentum didnât last long.
Ellencia nervously rubbed her forehead. âIs this really what Philomel studied?â
âYes, it is,â replied the history teacher.
âI donât understand this part.â
âWell, I briefly explained it in the previous class,â said the teacher.
âHow do you remember all of that?â Ellencia asked sharply.
âHavenât you reviewed it since then?â The Princess fell silent.
The history teacher let out a small sigh and muttered to herself, âMiss Philomel always thoroughly prepares for her classes, including reviewing the material.â
Ellencia suddenly stood up and left the study room, looking quite upset. As a result, she almost collided with Emilie, who was entering the room under the guise of preparing refreshments.
âYour Highness! Where are you going?â Emilie quickly put down the tray and followed the princess.
âThe bathroom! Donât follow me!â The bathroom door slammed shut.
A moment later, the door opened, and the Princess emerged, with her usual smile back on her face. Then, something amazing happened.
The astonished teacher exclaimed with widened eyes, âMy goodness! The Princess is a genius! Did you memorize all of that already?â
âIf I have to do it, I will do it,â she said with confidence, answering everything perfectly unlike in the previous class where she stuttered.
The satisfied teacher left, saying that she would report this to the Emperor, and the Princess followed him.
Only Emily remained in the room.
However, as she was clearing up the scattered textbooks, she noticed something under the chair where Elensia had been sitting.
âAnd this is the object that Emilie discovered,â Philomel said, placing a small bottle on the table.
The yellow liquid, about half-full, shimmered inside the bottle.
All four of her rich acquaintances gathered around the table in her room.
Lexion, who examined the bottle closely, said, âShe was a more useful servant than I thought.â
Philomel agreed. Emilie showed unexpected usefulness, stealing the Princessâs belongings boldly, but then again she had stolen Philomelâs jewelry too, so she showed potential in that area.
Jeremiah tapped the table. âIf we put all the stories together, this must be a drug that enhances intelligence. Or maybe memory?â
Lexion offered his opinion, âThatâs likely, but itâs too early to come to a conclusion. Moreover, I roughly know about intelligence-boosting potions, but Iâve never seen this color before.â
Philemon said, âI smelled it earlier, and it smelled like lemon.â
This shocked Cadin, âHow could you smell it? You have to be careful with magic potions!â
âI just smelled it. Thatâs allâŠâ Philemon replied.
âWhen I was young, I sneaked into Le Guinâs laboratory and drank a magical potion that looked delicious, but my body turned into a frog. You have to be careful,â Cardin warned.
Lexion also reminisced, âI had an experience like that too. Jeremiah nearly stepped on Cardin seventeen times.â
Cardin affectionately put his arm around Jeremiahâs shoulder, âHaha! This guy has a clumsy side.â
âGet lost. Iâll kill you,â
Looking at how Jeremiah coldly struck Cardinâs arm, Philomel was convinced.
âThat was definitely not a mistake.â
At that moment, Le Guin, who had been silent until then, caught their attention.
âLe Guin, why are you like that? Is there something bothering you?â
He opened his mouth, which had been fixed on the glass bottle for a long time.
âI sense Estellion from there.â
Estellion was Le Guinâs unique magical power.
The three brothersâ expressions changed at his words.
Lexion nudged his father.
âAre you sure?â
âUh-huh. Are you sure? Itâs similar, but Iâm not sure if itâs certainâŠâ
âIs it one of the potions you made before, Le Guin? Magic items often carry the makerâs magical power.â
âI never made anything like that.â
âDid you make it and forget about it? Think about it carefully.â
âAm I suffering from dementia?â
Jeremiah frowned.
âWe have to handle it even more carefully.â
At that moment, Philomel raised her hand and asked a question.
âIs there any way to find out what kind of effect this potion has?â
Lexion, who was clenching his jaw, replied.
âIf itâs a medicine that helps intelligence, there might be some use in animal testing⊠But itâs best for a person to try it and give their opinion.â Le Guin made a frightening sound. âLetâs just catch a passerby and make them try it.â
âThatâs not right. What if the medicine is dangerous? What crime would that person have committed?â Philomelâs words disappointed everyone a little.
Le Guin pointed to Cardin. âHey, you drink it. You like to eat anything.â
âI hate medicine that Le Guin might have made!â
The other two seemed to agree. In the end, Philomel brought back the glass bottle. âIâll just drink it.â
âWhat? No!â Everyone opposed in unison.
âThe one who said it might be dangerous is me.â
âPhilomel, just let Cardin drink it.â
Philomel reassured the three opposing brothers.
âItâs okay. Ellencia wouldnât have drank anything dangerous herself. And this is something I started. Youâre just helping me. I have to do it.â
Pop. And the moment she pulled the cork out to drink it.
âGive it here.â
Le Guin snatched the medicine bottle from Philomelâs hand.
âIs he trying to take it instead of me?â
A warm feeling started to spread throughout Philomelâs chest, but the warmth disappeared as if it had been washed away at Le Guinâs next action.
Instead of taking it himself, Le Guin stuffed the bottle into Cardinâs mouth.
âOOOOW!â
Cardin writhed in agony, but the contents of the bottle quickly entered his mouth.
Le Guin the cruel father held the back of Cardinâs head and didnât let go until he had forced every last drop into his mouth.
âWell, that didnât work.â
Lexion said this without even pretending to stop his father.
âIf I had said to drink it, he should have drunk it earlier.â
Jeremiah openly giggled.
ââŠTheyâre scary people.â
Philomel decided not to get too close to them beyond a certain level.