She has a lot of medicines she wanted to concoct for the future, not just for Kyle’s case. The problem was that she didn’t yet have enough reserve of various herbs.

Meaning, medicinal and other herbs that should be harvested and dried during the winter months were impossible to acquire for the time being.

She was still in talks with the Aria Trading Company, if they could somehow purchase and stock them up, but that might be difficult to do so without getting into contact with the pharmacy powerhouse – Renfa.

But the medicine really tasted nasty.

To the extent that it would take some time to prove that the drug wasn’t toxic.

Rishe knew this because she met Kyle as a merchant in her first life.

She dealt in jewels as a merchant, and one opportunity led to a deal with the royal family of Koyor.

Kyle valued Rishe and engaged in a lot of business with her, but his condition only worsened.

Five years later, Koyor gave up on the first prince, Kyle, and began to nurture the five-year-old second prince, as the successor.

Right now in Koyor, the gentle Third Queen was probably getting ready to give birth for the first time.

[“I have no interest in the throne. I don’t see the point.”]

Kyle said this in her first life.

[“But I wanted to at least repay this country and its people for respecting me as a prince… Above all, I’m most afraid I’ll end up unable to repay the favor.”]Rishe recalled those words vividly, which he spun in a hoarse voice, without the strength to get up.

She bent down by the field and picked some herbs for Kyle to drink.

After all, Kyle visited under the pretext of “Celebrating Arnold and Rishe’s Engagement.”

With that in mind, she was undeniably hopeful.

She wanted to change the future and live as long as possible. And then, laze around as soon as possible.

Her goal was to sleep ten hours a day, read a book in the shade of a tree and enjoy an afternoon tea.

How happy it would be to tie her hammock on the balcony in the evening and eat fruit while drying her hair after a hot bath.

She was engrossed daydreaming, when a knight said in a taut voice, “Rishe-sama, please withdraw.”

“…”

Almost at the same time as them, Rishe noticed something too.

“– Surprise!”

Came a man’s soft voice.

The familiar voice prompted Rishe to stand up instinctively.

The shadows of the building prevented her from seeing his face well, but the white coat he wore was clearly visible.

The reason the knight guards couldn’t draw out their swords was probably because of the Koyor armband on his coat.

“I thought that the person who manages such a field would be in a similar profession to me. I didn’t expect it to be a person of noble birth with two guards.”

“You are…”

The man walked toward Rishe with a light gait.

When his face was illuminated in the moonlight, and his figure came into clear view, Rishe gasped at this unexpected surprise.

The man had slightly longer blonde hair that reached his shoulders and was pinned up like a girl.

He hadn’t fastened the front of his coat, so it fluttered in the wind.

The man smiled happily as the hem of his white coat flapped.

His somewhat feminine face was a bewitching beauty that made his age unrecognizable.

The man was pinching a lit cigarette between his fingers.

It was a thin scented cigarette. It didn’t contain toxins like cigars do. Instead, it permeated a gentle, sweet floral scent.

She was sure of it because she studied with him for a long time.

“Good evening, my kindred spirit. What do you intend to use that herb for?”

Rishe onced called him.

Michel Evan was standing in front of her.