She Was Sent by God

“What should I do?”

“When they hear the news that the ship has sunk, the nobles will likely panic and look for a place to borrow money.”

“That’s how it’ll be like.”

“Even if the interest rate is a little high.”

“Oh.”

Andrassy let out a short sigh.
He could feel his head spinning violently.
Agnes said deftly.

“A very high ranking Nirseg nobleman can’t go bankrupt and lie on the street.”

“That’s right, madam, interest rates don’t matter in such an urgent situation.
They have to put out the emergency first.”

“You said the money invested by the nobles will arrive soon, right?”

“Yes.”

“Lend them about half of them.
But don’t give Devorsen and Gent a coin.”

“It’s a very smart decision.
I’ll do that, madam”

Andrassy smiled and left the room.
After the morning dawned, she had breakfast with Marquis Songrad.

“Is it true that you found a cure for the plague?”

“Yes, that’s right.
Grandfather.”

“Oh, thank God.
Then the Marchioness Bezel…….”

“But there is one problem with the drug.
It is said that the effect is great only in the early stages of the disease, and those who are already in serious condition can’t be guaranteed.”

“Oh no.”

The lightened countenance of Marquis Songrad darkened again.

“I have a favor to ask, grandfather.”

“Just say anything.
Princess.”

“I’ll ask them to get me the medicine as soon as possible, so please give it to Sofia and to the prince.”

“Huh? How can I give it to someone who’s already dead?”

“No, not Prince Dietrich, but Prince Robert.”

“Is the first prince also infected?”

The Marquis exclaimed with great surprise.
Agnes calmed him down urgently.

“No, but they use the same palace and are still young, just in case.”

“Oh, that’s it.”

“And I have one more favor to ask of you.”

Agnes turned toward his maternal grandfather and looked at him.

“Can you bring Chavolti and Sophia here as soon as Sofia’s condition gets better? I’m worried.”

“You’re worried that the king will take them as hostages.”

“Yes, I hope you can do that.”

The faint smile around her mouth washed away.
Marquis Songrad nodded.

“Then we’d better start as soon as possible.
I’ll do as the princess wishes.
Please take care of yourself.”

“Thank you, grandfather.”

* * *

Laslo departed that afternoon.
Agnes saw him off, handing him a medicine made in a hurry.

“Please contact me when you arrive.”

“I’ll do that.”

“Be careful not to get hurt.”

“Yes.”

“And soap.
Did you bring soap? Oh, you have medicine.
But just in case.”

“Agnes.”

When Agnes could not stay still, Laslo got off his horse and stood before her.

“The war is quiet and the Duke of Epsilon is in favor of me.
You don’t have to worry too much.”

“That’s true, but you’re going in the middle of the enemy’s camp.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Laslo smiled and kissed her cheek lightly.
Agnes buried her face in his chest.
Even though they have been away from each other several times she could still not get used to it.

“Don’t work too late at night.
Don’t skip meals.”

“……I won’t.”

“And if I hear that you’re working until past midnight, I’ll destroy your office.”

Laslo said, hugging her back tightly.
Agnes faced him and looked up with her eyes wide open.
He clapped his lips and kissed his wife’s forehead and eyes.

“Ah, I suddenly don’t want to go.”

“Then why don’t you go tomorrow?”

“Ehem!”

The old man’s harsh cough separated the two.
When he turned his head, Marquis Songrad was looking at them with very disapproving eyes.

“The duke hasn’t departed yet?”

“…… I was just about to go.
Marquis.”

“Aish! Who does this? You are so slow!”

“Hahaha.”

Laslo smiled awkwardly and let Agnes go.
Then he stepped on the stirrup and climbed onto the horse.

“See you later.”

Agnes said goodbye with her eyes.
Laslo and the other knights left after him.
The Marquis of Songrad approached.
He patted his granddaughter on the shoulder.

“Send him calmly.”

“Grandfather.”

“He’s a strong man, so he’ll come back in good health.”

Agnes bit her lips.
They stood side by side for a while and watched Laslo’s disappearing back.

* * *

“Please stay healthy until I see you again.
Princess.”

“Grandfather, too.”

The Marquis of Songrad also headed to the capital shortly after Laslo left.

The road to the capital was not rough, but it was difficult enough for an old man who was already over seventy.

“I think we’ll be in the capital tomorrow.
Marquis.”

“Yes.”

The marquis leaned against the carriage and went to sleep, but his hand went to the medicine inside his pocket.

One for Sophia Bezel, wife of Chavolti, and one for Robert, first prince.

‘Agnes should have been the king.’

It was not just from his attachment to the bloodline, but objectively, Agnes was close to the king.
If the age gap was small with Sebastian, it would have been worth fighting for the throne.

‘But if she did, she would end up like Princess Vivian.’

He can’t decide whether to feel glad or not.
At first, he thought it was a waste when she told him that she’s going to marry the Duke of Arpad but still in the end, Agnes is walking towards the throne like fate.

Marquis Songrad made no pretense, but he was very happy when she said she was preparing a rebellion.
He’s willing to dedicate his old body to her.
He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next day, when he arrived at the Marquis Bezel’s mansion, only two people came to meet him.
The mansion was strangely silent.

“Where is the prince?”

“He’s inside.”

The Marquis of Songrad followed him into the house.
There are certainly fewer people than before.
In the distance, Chavolti welcomed him in a chair.

“Grandpa.”

“Your face is too pale.
Prince.”

Songrad stroked his grandson’s head and felt sorry for him.
Although he grew up over the years, he always looked like a child in his eyes.

“It’s because I didn’t get enough sleep but I’m fine.”

“Are you still nursing the Marchioness alone?”

Instead of answering, Chavolti smiled faintly.

“You said you were going to Agnes, but you came back at once.
How’s she doing?”

“Yes, she’s doing very well.
I also brought a gift from the princess.”

“Gift?”

The marquis took the medicine out of his pocket.
Chavolti accepted it and tilted his head.

“What is it?”

“It’s a cure for the plague.”

“……What?”

“The herbalist under Princess Agnes made it.”

“Ah! Oh my.”

Chavolti’s eyes quickly turned red.
He couldn’t even hold the pills tightly, he just trembled.
A stream of his tears ran down his cheeks.
The Marquis of Songrad said, holding his hand tightly.

“However, the herbalist says that if the condition is too serious, the effect will be reduced.”

“It is ten thousand times better than not being able to do anything.
First of all, take a seat, sorry.
Grandpa.”

Chavolti was speechless with excitement.
He wiped the tears around his eyes using his sleeves and called the servants.

“Go ahead.”

“Yes, I’ll be back.”

He hurried all the way to Sophia’s bedroom.
A day had passed until Marquis Songrad met Chavolti again.
Unlike yesterday, Chavolti’s face was bright as if he had the world.

“Sophia’s fever went down so fast that even the doctor was surprised.”

“Do you think it’s working?”

“We’ll have to wait and see…….”

He knows it’s hard to guarantee the results because it’s only been a day since she used the medicine, but Chavolti’s mouth kept twitching.

“The Marchioness will recover soon and rise from her sickbed.”

“There’s nothing I can ask for.”

“Actually, the princess handed me two medicines, one for the Marchioness and one for Prince Robert.”

“What?”

Chavolti looked at his grandfather in amazement at the words.

“How the hell do you know that?”

“How do you know what?”

“The first prince is also said to have contracted the plague.
But that was confirmed only two days ago by the doctor.”

“……It’s amazing.”

He never imagined that even the first prince would get sick.
Marquis Songrad was bewildered.
It was a strange coincidence to call it a coincidence.

“Then I’ll have to enter the palace tomorrow and give them this medicine.”

“They said the medicine works well at the early stage of plague.
After all, when the second prince died, the queen was heartbroken.”

“That’s understandable.
Parents who lose their children build graves in their hearts.”

Marquis Songrad said in a quiet voice.
He also knew the situation roughly because he had been close to the royal family for many years.

“By the way, how about going down to Sutmar with me when the Marchioness gets better?”

“If Sofia’s condition gets better, she can go anywhere.”

Chavolti nodded and spoke.

“I will arrange for you to enter the palace tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Prince.”

* * *

“Who’s asking for an audience?”

“The Marquis of Songrad.
Your Highness.”

“What’s wrong with that silly old man?”

“He says he has something to give.”

Sebastian got up from his seat.
Numerous documents were piled up like mountains in front of him.
Most of them shouted against the war or were negatively sarcastic about the current situation.

Looking at it made his head throb.
As long as the ship that he invested in comes on time…….

“If he has something to give, tell him to leave it.
I have a lot of work to do.
Do I have to see that old man’s face?”

“Oh, yes.
I’ll tell him.”

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