I Shall Survive Using Potions!

King Balmore Capital, Gurua.

Between the sights of its royal palace, a line of the Count's house was kneeling.

"Raise your face."

To the words of the young king, who was only half twenty years old, they all woke up their upper bodies.

Count Adan family owner, Gerard von Adan. Behind it is Ektor, the eldest son, Eunice, who is still a child. And even more slightly behind that, escort knight captain Robert, female knight Francette.

A large number of people, including ministers and senior nobles, were present during the visit.

"So, Count Adan. Those who claim to have met the goddess."

Count Adan answers the King's words, which he asks with a funny face, in a fearful voice.

"When my wife's mother came to visit with the escort about her illness, on that outbound journey... For more information, I was captain of the Knights Escort, and I would like to speak directly from this lobby…"

"Hmm, my wife was definitely from a neighboring country. Good, allow direct answers. Robert and I can tell you."

To the permission of the King, Robert explains the details of the events.

"Hmm, that's a little hard to believe..."

Smiles also leak from the aristocrats who sit in line at the words of the king as he leaks bitter laughter. Robert's face turned red.

"So, what happened then"

"Yes, Lord Ektor gave you the medicine your grandmother gave you from the goddess, and the moment your grandmother drank it,... I was fully happy"

An indescribable air that flows between sights.

Trying to conspire a king to see what such a big lie might be...

As it is, the Count Adan family is called to lie and laugh...

When everyone thought so, all of a sudden the female knight Francette raised her voice.

"King, take this."

And dedicate the yellow medicine bottle removed from the nose.

The king looked stuck for a moment, but immediately ordered.

"To this"

The king looked at the medicine bottle handed to him by his companion.

"Is this the goddess's medicine?

"Yes, to Lord Roland."

"What! Well, that's what I purposefully wanted my brother to sit in a row..."

Roland, brother of the current king. Excellent martial arts, talented in government, and serious letters from ministers. Since Roland was a child, he had already believed that everyone would be a fine king in the future.

But there was an unfortunate accident, a major injury sheltering his brother, the current king Serge. Its right arm stopped moving.

Roland gave the first place in the right to inherit the throne to his brother himself, and after the death of his father, he supported Serge as an assistant to his brother, who inherited the throne. For the young king Serge, he was a grateful and trusting brother, and a brother tormented by indelible guilt for the rest of his life.

"Please don't!

A voice rises from among the nobles.

"Such suspicious things as feeding Lord Roland, etc.!

At that time, a fully raised francette took another bottle of medicine out of her nostrils and put it overhead. The color is red.

"This is the medicine given by the goddess! King, look at you!!

(Please, Goddess!

The francette takes the lid of the medicine bottle and drinks it all at once.

For a moment, the figure of a female knight as if wrapped in light.

And the next moment......

"Whoa!"

"Hey, what the fuck!!

There was a female knight with shiny skin, slightly smaller than earlier. Put on the gear you've been wearing, and no matter how you look, you only look like a 15-16 year old girl...

Ignoring the noisy nobles, the king squeezed the yellow medicine bottle in his own hand and rushed under his brother Roland.

"Brother, give me this!

"No, that's for you if something happens..."

Roland tries to push his brother's hand back with his left hand, but Serge doesn't pull.

"You were talking about them earlier! And the goddess said unto him that the knight should give unto him whom he had chosen,"

King Serge continued with a crying face.

"That's you, brother. This is medicine for your brother..."

When he saw that face, he knew his brother would never be willing to pull it off, and Roland gave up and received the medicine bottle.

And I quietly opened the lid and drank it slowly.

Nothing is going to happen. No body glows, no rejuvenation.

But......

"Move..."

"Brother!"

"Move. Right arm, move..."

Serge, the king who sees his brother moving freely through his right arm and hugs and cries at his brother with emotion. Holding it back and overflowing with tears, brother Roland.

The nobles who were making noise also calm down and see their cuddling brothers and weep.

"Brother, let's have the crowning ceremony soon. Now finally, my brother is king..."

"I don't like it."

"Huh?"

Serge goes out of his mind to his brother, who refuses the king's throne at a mild pace.

"King, what a hassle, you pushed me, you're not going! Trouble pushes you, I relax and enjoy my life, Serge!

"Brother............"

The female knight Fransette was trembling with joy.

Young body! To some extent a body that has been forged and tightened, but has not yet become muscular and stiff, slippery and soft. I'm 27 years old on the record, but if 'the goddess made me 16,' I can tell you I'm 16 now!

It's a shame that the strength and muscle strength I worked so hard to build back in time, but what, I didn't forget the moves and techniques I learned. Now you'll have plenty of time to work out, so you'll have about the time to hang out with your lords.

Hehe, hehe...

"Hey, don't look disgusting..."

"Shut up!

I poked the captain's shoulder out of the way by saying extra things even though he was biting his happiness off because of it. It's a weakened body, so be pretty strong.

Heb!

My right hand protruded much faster and much stronger than I thought.

Captain slammed to the floor.

"Huh..."

I haven't lost any muscle strength or speed at all......

Or rather strong?

"Knight Francette," you said.

"Yes, sir"

Suddenly spoken to by his king brother Roland, Francette is astonished.

"Sure, I don't think I ever let you see my face in person... but why me?

"Huh?"

"No, how come 'the one you chose' is me? I don't even serve the royal family..."

"Oh, that's, you know..."

I can't tell you. I can't believe I've always admired you.

Admiring the way he stood up for us and protected you, brother, he said he went for a righteous knight with desperate effort from the servants of the aristocracy, etc. She is also a little girl from 15 to 16, such as a dream story about wanting to serve the royal family one day...

"Well fine. Let me ask you something later."

"Uh-huh..."