I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"The Queen is definitely the top three professions I don't want to be!

None of the privacy, don't get along too well with certain people, even the disgusting ones are greeted, children are taken by nannies and can barely taste the family reunion, and events and parties are held against nobles and royal opponents in other countries.

And the days when you are reminded to have a boy, yet, or more, and to have a girl for diplomatic purposes. My husband makes other women have children too. It's not fun at all, is it, life like that "

The queen, who was close to seeing how she noticed the noise, was stiff... Oh, she cried.

"The Marquis and the Counts are similar, aren't they? I can't get out of the mansion on a busy basis, and the person I talk to is about a servant, except to have a belly exploration with the person at an occasional party. That's too much of an identity difference, too, and I don't speak of any opinions of my own rather than friendship, just servants following orders.

My husband tends to be absent at work, my father-in-law blames me for giving birth to traces quickly, obey my fiancée's gesture, and you can't listen to my husband's parents anymore, you're a person in this house, you don't have to show your face at home or anything, my grandson belongs to us, so yeah...

And my husband cheats grandly under the big nickname 'Cause I need a lot of kids', and he's going to be the wingman living with his opponent... "

Several mistresses collapse.

An older man who sees it and gets grabbed by that husband-like man. I guess my wife's real father......

"In that regard, it's good to have a Viscount or a Baron. I have an identity as a nobleman, I can get a little distance from the power struggle, I can get a little closer with my servants, I can drink tea with them and talk to the public, and my kids can also be raised on their own with nannies and babysitters maids......

Around the small territory with my little grown son or with the people every celebration...... It's going to be fun to live with the people and their families. "

The eyes of the ladies who were looking for nobility swim.

Nor do parents want their daughters to be unhappy, although they would want the noblemen of the highest possible rank to marry them.

And the faces of the noble nobles with their pre-nuptial trail sons and the noble nobles whose mother-in-law seems to be present attract them.

"That's why the ball for me is the son of a rich merchant or the daughter-in-law of a junior nobleman. Never, it's not about being a feather with a high status but hard eyes or a boring life.

I leave that to the lady, originally from the aristocracy, who is prepared to do it for the country in return for being extravagant or highly educated in the blood taxes of the people "

A quiet party venue.

"Oh, I don't care about that! I want that wisdom and knowledge of yours! With that brilliance, and that beauty, you can have more of this country with me! Let it develop more..."

Fernan summoning.

"Wisdom and knowledge? Wisdom and beauty? That's all there is to it, isn't it? You don't like a human being named me, but it's nothing, right? Just want to use me......

There, what will I do? Do you care about one human heart, Caorle? Such a thing, the prince doesn't need to consider anything, does it matter?

"Oh, that's..."

Fernan with a mouth cage.

Incense gently smashed it into a large plate when he took one take-up dish from the top of the table on the side.

Ka-chan, a dish that cracks along with the sound of. Incense pinches one of its shards with its fingers.

What the hell, in the many gazes with.

Shit!

Incense made a big decision on his right cheek with the shard.

"Become what...!!

Blood flowing down.

Fernan can't move and has no voice while the ladies and ladies scream.

Other nobles, too, are just dazed.

"Look, now, I'm a 'stupid, ugly woman'. She's just an ugly civilian little girl with no advantages, of no value to the prince. There's nothing more I can do for you."

With that said, incense walked away from the venue with no one to stop.

The movement finally returns to the venue, which has been surrounded by silence for some time.

And the first word released...

"What a rambling! disrespect..." How splendid!! "Zai......"

A voice of an earl, uttered by a voice that tried to absolve incense.

"I didn't expect you to throw away even your own beauty instead of the Queen's seat and pull yourself back because being a civilian would be a source of political confusion when you were the prince's fiancée! Besides, I deliberately rambled like that to make myself a villain......

Have you chosen the peace of mind of your country over being punished while you are a civilian! What loyalty, what loyalty!

It was hardly forceful, but the only way to protect the prince's decency was to make it a 'good story'. If that also leads to protecting that disfigured civilian girl, no one can complain. If the prince's reputation is too weak, the people who are taking in the second prince, Gislan, gain momentum.

If the girl said she had pulled herself away until she hurt us for the prince and country, she could not make a statement that would discredit the prince and render him unwilling.

That's what I was thinking. It was just a little driving.

The field is something that gets momentum flowing.

Inspirational voices leak all over the venue at the words of that Earl, who was shouted in a definitive tone. The Count's measures were likely to work.

"Fernan, you, what..."

Alan turns his blame eyes to Fernan, who has fallen on his knees.

"I was rooting for my father and checking the girl's identity because I was trying to take over that girl when I saw the time..."

That sounds unfortunate, Fabio.

"But really, if that kid had been your fiancée, it could have been a fun day..."

To Alan's words, Fernan regrets his foolish actions.

But the broken plate won't go back to normal.

"Tomorrow, me and Alan are going to visit her. Please don't come. I'll think about the sight money and if I can't introduce you to any work. Maybe you won't be able to work in that shop anymore."

Fernan muttered, with a small voice, please.

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. No!!

Leaving the venue No, the incense drank the painkiller and blood suppression potion in one breath. Pain that quiets quickly.

(Yeah, nobody's coming after me. Keep it up, King's escape!

The incense leads straight to the outer gate.

Those who wanted to pass turn a little attention to the incense of a small run through the streets at night.

Girls about 11-12 years old, dressed in royal palace fine maid clothes. Pretty cute, but bad eyesight and bloody face.

Well, I'll give it a little. Anyone.

When he finally reached the outer gate, Incense called out to the gatekeeper.

"Excuse me, I'm leaving!

When it gets completely dark, it closes both the carriage gate and the pedestrian gate, and only opens and closes when rare night passengers come and go.

At this hour, the voice of the girl, who seems to be still young, 'going outside'. A good gatekeeper came out of the waiting area with a lamp about something. In some circumstances, I was going to persuade him to hold back. There are many dangers outside the walls at night.

"What..., whoops!

The gatekeeper gives a surprise when he sees the face of incense.

"I bought your nobility's displeasure. We need to get out of the city right away..."

Decided cheeks, though the blood had stopped, were badly wounded. If the wound is sharply and beautifully cut, it may heal inconspicuously, but the wound like the meat has been chosen leaves a great scar. For a girl still young, she was too big a handful for the rest of her life.

There will be no choice if we are to escape the aristocracy, which may become obscure again when. From the point of view of the danger, it might be a little better to go outside yet.

"Wait a minute."

The gatekeeper, who gave up to hold back, silently offered incense what he had brought once he returned to the waiting area.

Leather bags filled with water, evening-like wraps, and five silver coins.

"Um, this is..."

"Take it."

With that said, the gatekeeper just opens the gate.

I bowed my head to the gatekeeper man, and incense crept out the gate.

Walk a little, build a healing potion right away, and drink. The wound on his cheek healed completely in an instant and disappeared.

"Oh, the castle maid's clothes, I'm wearing them...

Ma, look. This could come in handy one of these days!

Traces of blood should be made of cleaning chemicals.

Heading for the neighboring kingdom of Balmore, its king capital, Grua.

"Well, let's go!

Years later.

A man from one of the city guards looked spicy and was rushing his way home.

Last year, a cute son of a man was in an accident and seriously injured. Fortunately, my life was saved, but I lost my vision of my right eye and my left eye vision was also greatly reduced. As it is, the vision of the left eye, which remains slight, of which….

When I thought about my son's future, it was something I couldn't help but weigh my heart down.

Um, if it's also the rumored Tears of the Goddess.

Yellow secret medicine that is used in exquisite glass vials.

But to the civilian self and others, such as secret medicines that even nobles are said to be difficult to obtain….

"Welcome home. A girl just brought something for you."

The man who came home told his wife so and opened the wrap of the small box he had on the table.

In the box, there were several items and letters.

(From who? I wonder what......)

In the meantime, the face of the man who began to read the letter in his hands is more and more distorted with astonishment.

Then he grabbed one out of the box and called his son out loud.

"Joshua, Joshua!!

Surprised by his father's nagging voice, the man gave Joshua, his son, who slowly approached him with a gaze, a drink of liquid in a vial with his trembling hands.

The next moment.

"Is that it? Eyes......, eyes visible......? Oh, no scars? Why?"

A man who holds his son tight and weeps. Wife rushing over surprised.

On the table, the letter that was in the box and some items.

'Thank you for your help. I'll give you back what I borrowed then. Thank you, I enclose what is called' Tears of the Goddess', please accept '

And a familiar leather bag and five silver coins.

The man who came out of the gatekeeper and became a city guard knows.

Who was the girl who used to help only a little?

The tears that flow do not stop.

"Goddess..."