The Tyrant’s Tranquilizer

“No way, I don’t have to meet every single one of these people, do I?”

“Yes, these are rude people that showed up without an appointment. They’ll simply leave the present and return.”

Amelie breathed a sigh of relief. She had expected this day, but she was not yet ready.

Amelie decided to make a place for making potions while Mrs. Enard dealt with the aristocrats.

‘I can’t keep making magic potions in my bedroom forever.’

Magic potions had a variety of effects, including the ability to fly through the sky and the ability to heal diseases and wounds. Magic potions were claimed to be the greatest witch magic in some books.

The location where magic potions are prepared is just as important as the potions themselves.

Every witch had enough room in their home to create magic potions. This area is referred to as the Witch’s Kitchen by witches who handle it specifically. At the start of the magic book, the value of the witch’s kitchen is clearly proven. The mysterious abilities of magic potions are based on their toxicity.

The witch’s kitchen, for example, was a testing ground for poison handling.

Amelie, who lives in the palace, did not feel the need to make a Witch’s kitchen. Rather, she created such a space. She was afraid of getting into trouble if she was discovered, so she packed all of the tools she had taken from home in her suitcase. However, it was now necessary to create a proper kitchen at risk.

She had to keep making magic potions to keep her promise to Mrs. Enard. Grandma’s witch’s magic potions remained in a few bottles, which she had to save just in case.

‘Is it here?’

On the third floor, Amelie entered a room in the middle of the hallway. Because it was an empty room, all of the furniture was covered in white cloth. The amount of dust drifting in the air showed how long the room had been empty.

‘Isn’t that the stairs to the attic?’ 

There was a narrow wooden stairway in the room’s corner.

Amelie found out about the attic the day after she caught the swindler. Mrs. Enard provided her with the ideal location for making magic potions.

The third-floor rooms were used as storage facilities for out-of-season furniture, bedding, and accessories. As a result, the loft, which had to be accessed via the center room on the third floor, was out of everyone’s interest.

Amelie climbed all the way to the top of the stairs. Her attic was shown as she opened the little wooden door.

The large window was the first thing that attracted her eye. With a round ceiling, four arched windows are lined up side by side. Stainless steel glass, in the form of a pure purple flower, was used to embellish the windows. Outside, the sunlight shone brightly through colorful windows and lofts.

‘It’s fancy for an attic.’

It’s most likely the result of being aware of what’s going on outside. She hadn’t expected it because the location isn’t even used as a warehouse, but it was a pleasant surprise. The room was the perfect size, and there was no issue with ventilation. She doesn’t have to worry about fire because it’s an area where people don’t use it.

‘More than anything else, it’s pretty!’

Amelie was very satisfied with the room, and began to clean it up in earnest.

She magically blew up the old dust, walked around the rooms on the third floor, and brought furniture of the right size. Starting with the necessary furniture such as shelves and bookshelves, she made magic potions and carried them with her, a fluffy sofa to breathe on, and a small, pretty tea table.

She then had Milena bring a brown bag, which she filled with the tools and herbs she had prepared. Milena was enthralled by the plates strewn over the room.

“It’s amazing how magic it is.”

Milena admired it.

She had to bite her teeth fiercely to keep her mouth open after returning all of the guests to join her.

“Oh my.”

Her eyes shook uncontrollably as well. She was even more startled because she was familiar with the attic’s previous appearance.

“It hasn’t even been a few hours, and it’s changed so much!”

Mrs Enard admired the smooth floor.

‘If there was this magic, I could keep the house clean without a maid.’

The maid was also fired the day Mrs. Enard caught the swindler. It was because the house was a mess that she came to her senses. As a result, she had to do all of the housework alone until she could hire a new maid.

She couldn’t stand it because she was so envious of the witches right now.

“I envy you so much.”

At her sincere words, Amelie burst into laughter.

The chaotic herb was eventually hung on the doorknob to complete the witch’s kitchen. To the lock, to the chaos, to Milena and Mrs. Enard’s surveillance. Even with the double-triple shield, Amelie felt uneasy, so she was determined to locate a good spell to use.

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After lunch, Amelie visited Mrs. Enard’s house. It was to examine the condition of the child.

Amelie transformed into a rabbit and went into a small picnic basket. Serwin told her she may go out as much as she liked, but she should keep her appearance hidden when she left the palace. Mrs. Enard left the palace by covering the basket with a cloth. Soldiers guarding the gate inspected the basket with fearful expressions for a brief moment, but they discovered a fluffy bundle of fur and smiled as they released it.

Ellie, Mrs Enard’s daughter, was reading in her room today. When Ellie saw Mrs. Enard, she smiled brightly.

Amelie examined Ellie’s face. The child was in better shape than when they had met a few days ago. Her eyes were bright, and she had a lively expression on her face. It was nothing like sitting like a doll after swallowing a swindler’s drug. However, the sickness was severe, and the body was too frail to fight it.

“Ellie, she’s going to see you today. Let’s say hi?”

“Hello.”

Ellie was not at all afraid of strangers. It was due to the fact that she had met so many doctors. Amelie drew medical supplies from her bag. The items she took were strange.

A human body on parchment, a little awl, and a flower with a bright yet ominous shape.

Mrs. Enard’s anxiousness was revealed by a tool so unlike the typical doctor’s.

“What is it all about?”

With a troubled expression, Mrs Enard inquired.

“Oh, it’s a little strange, isn’t it? But it’s not strange in the least. I don’t normally use this method, but I believe it is better to be sure.”

Amelie patiently explained in order to calm her nerves. These tools were suspicious even to her, who was once a regular person. Witches are different from typical doctors in a few ways.

“Let’s get started.”

Mrs. Enard hesitantly nodded when asked by Amelie. The flowers had been lit by Amelie. The flames blew up even though it wasn’t even dry. The flower fluttered away from Amelie’s hand, as if it had been caught in the flames. Smoke rose, both sweet and bitter.

“It’s going to hurt.”

Amelie pricked the tip of the child’s finger with her awl.

“Write your name here.”

Amelie turned the child’s attention to the parchment. Despite her fear, the child wrote her names down.

In the meantime, the room was thick with smoke.

Amelie began chanting strange spells while floating parchment in the air. Mrs. Enard wrapped her arms around her in an unidentified chill. Her heart was filled with anxiety and fear.

Amelie’s body began to tremble as the chanting became louder. Fire burned the parchment at a time when the atmosphere was particularly heightened.

“……!”

Black stains were left on the parchment as the flames died down. Most of the places where the child frequently complained of pain.

“Let’s see.”

She checked the child’s condition while she looked at the parchment. She then remembered the medical report that had been left by the doctors. Each report expressed a different perspective on the illness that the child was suffering with. Pneumonia, measles, an unknown fever, and an infectious disease. As a result, prescriptions had to be varied.

It wasn’t all in Amelie’s eyes, though.

“It’s Lekouf’s disease.”

“What is it?”

“To put it simply, it’s a disease caused by being too weak.”

Ellie was born with Lekouf disease. The child’s body was weak and often contracted other diseases. Each time, the parents brought in a famous doctor for treatment.

Usually, the child can be healed of the disease and become healthy again on their own. But Ellie couldn’t do that. No matter how well-known doctors were called, and no matter how good medicines were taken, they could not be healthy unless Lekouf’s disease was treated.

If they ignore the true cause and merely treat the symptoms, she will get another illness. And because it was difficult for a weak child’s body to cope with treatment, her body had no choice but to weaken. This vicious circle repeated itself again and over.

Not every one of those doctors was a fraud. The doctors’ treatment was correct, and the sickness was cured as a result of their prescription. They simply didn’t realize Lekouf’s condition was to blame for the child’s illness.

‘She would not have lasted long if she had left it alone.’

Amelie didn’t have to say what she was thinking. Mrs Enard was already giving herself a hard time. He had a pale look on her face, which she could tell.

“I, I don’t know that. I should have paid more attention to Ellie. If so, a little faster—”

“It’s an illness that’s difficult to spot. It’s easy to pass by a sick child without realizing it’s Lekouf’s sickness. They die after that.’

“But—”

“Ellie has buttered her up to this age because Mrs. Enard, you put your heart and soul into it.”

Amelie hugged Mrs Enard and patted her on the back.

“Well done. Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s actually better than a serious illness. I just need to make Ellie healthy.”

“Miss Amelie— I, really— If it’s not Miss Amelie—”

Mrs. Enard couldn’t say anything. She would have lost her child if she hadn’t met her. She had no idea what had taken the child away from her.

“She’ll get better quickly if you give her medicine to refill her energy and follow her treatment plan. I promise. I’m going to give some medicine to her.”

“Thank you, really, how can I repay this favor—?”

Mrs. Enard shed tears.

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