The Tyrant’s Tranquilizer

Amelie shook the swindler until she was relieved, then moved Ellie to bed, examined her condition, and gave her antidote. The con man cried and begged when Amelie looked at him after her treatment.

“S-save me! I did everything he ordered me to do!”

The man trembled with fear when he realized she was a real witch.

“Order it?”

“Yes, indeed! I only did it because the Lord of the Nobility ordered me to! What authority do I have to refuse an order from a noble lord?”

Jacob was the name of the con artist. An aristocrat came to him about eight days ago and said he would give him a lot of money if he did as he was told, and Jacob pretended to treat the child as he was told. Jacob’s portrayal of the witch, as well as his drugging, appeared to be part of the aristocracy’s plan.

The medicine the child was given was, as Amelie had predicted, made from a variety of narcotic drugs. The body’s condition improves quickly after taking the medicine. The child’s body temperature drops and there is no pain, giving the impression that she is healthy for a short time.

However, as the medicine wears off, the senses become numb and dazed, as they are now. It was a dangerous drug that, if used too strongly here, could put her in a coma.

“What a terrible human being you are!”

Amelie was well aware of Count Manverse’s intentions.

He must have convinced Mrs. Enard that he could cure the child using scammers and fake potions. Mrs. Enard, who must have been exhausted by her long-term care, must have welcomed his potion. Did he obtain such information about her?

“To deceive someone who is desperate enough to put their life in danger. I’m sorry, but I can’t forgive you.”

Amelie couldn’t help but be angry at Count Manverse.

“W-well, then I will—”

“So are you! You should know that you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison!”

Amelie was troubled as to how to handle this.

“Ugh!”

The child began to complain of pain after the antidote was absorbed into the body and removed the drug’s substance. Amelie ran over to the child and swept her back.

“Doesn’t it hurt? Hang in there. I’ll give you a medicine that won’t hurt when the detox is complete. Good kid.”

The first floor became noisy while she was comforting the child, and Mrs. Enard entered the child’s room.

Mrs Enard was taken aback when she saw the situation in the room. She left Milena with the back work after receiving a call that the child was dying, and when she returned home, she couldn’t see where the maid had gone, and Amelie, who was supposed to be in her bedroom, was standing next to her daughter.

“What the hell is going on! You! What have you done to Ellie? Get off of her right now!”

Mrs. Enard ran to Amelie. Amelie didn’t want to fight with her, so she graciously backed out as Mrs. Enard requested.

“What the hell is this! Who the hell are you!”

“You should be angry with this scammer, not with me.”

“Scammer?”

“The witch whom Count Manverse introduced you to.”

Amelie shook Jacob. Then he told Mrs. Enard what he had just said to her. Meanwhile, Amelie gave Ellie some energy-boosting medicine. When she checked on the sleeping child, she noticed that her breathing was steady and her temperature was normal. She didn’t think she needed to be worried right now.

Meanwhile, Jacob’s story has come to an end.

“I-it can’t be—”

Mrs. Enard was not easily convinced of anything.

“I-I… I’ve been careful enough—”

Mrs. Enard was famous for going to any length to cure her child’s illness. There were plenty of con artists approaching her for this purpose. Mrs. Enard initially rejected Count Manverse’s proposal, believing it to be a brazen tactic.

Count Manverse, on the other hand, persisted in persuading her. He brought the doctor she trusted, cleverly increasing her anxiety. If it doesn’t work normally, it’s okay to try something a little strange. Will she pass up the opportunity to cure her child’s illness because she is uncomfortable?

She has tried every method available to her in order to cure her child. All of the country’s famous doctors were summoned to see her, and she even made large donations to the church and was examined by priests. But no matter what she did, the child’s condition worsened. Meanwhile all of her friends and family had turned away from her.

It was difficult to spend every day in the bloody palace. Even with a strong back, it’s difficult, and no one would hire her for anything with money.

She was fine with being criticized, but she grew tired of it as her child’s illness showed no signs of improvement. Hope grew further away with each passing day, year after year.

The old woman who Count Manverse brought her was a new source of hope for her. The child’s condition significantly improved after being treated. She didn’t cough, and she wasn’t in any pain. That day, the dinner was also completely empty.

“I… I didn’t know it was poison— The maid also said that the child is doing—”

No, it’s not. The maid always said, ‘The child is not crying and quiet. It’s easy to take care of.’ She was vaguely aware that the maid was bothered by the child. However, she pretended not to know because she could not get another maid at that price or leave the child alone.

The child was in the same condition. Did she not notice that the child’s hands remained icy and her face was pale? She wants to believe she’s recovered, so perhaps she has.

Finally, her indifference has resulted in this situation. She could have done better if she had paid more attention. If only she’d shown more interest.

Her heart was shattered by self-criticism and regret.

Mrs Enard shed tears, and Amelie became weak-hearted. She couldn’t say what she did was right, but she understood her position.

Mrs Enard sank helplessly to the ground when Amelie placed her on it, like a doll with a broken strap.

“It’s a potion made with the intention of deceiving. It’s entirely the scammers’s fault. Ellie will be fine now that she has been given the correct potion.”

“Ellie— My Ellie!”

Mrs. Enard rushed over to the child, terrified. As she stretched, she hugged her child and stroked her face. Her two eyes examined her child carefully to make sure she was not ill.

However, the child’s condition was better than she had expected. The colorful breathing was regular, and the face color was good. The body of her child was warm. It was nothing like when she took the medicine the scammers had given her.

“How—”

“I’m the real witch.”

Mrs Enard looked at Amelie in surprise.

“There’s nothing else to hide now that it’s this way. From now on, I’ll make a magic potion for Ellie. Magic potions aren’t perfect, but they can help your child overcome the disease.”

You’re planning to help me? Mrs. Enard is in disbelief.

“I sold your information to help my child. Count Manverse now knows everything there is to know about you.”

Amelie shrugged her shoulders. Amelie had a lot of thoughts after learning that Serwin was keeping her locked up. Is it better to obey his wishes, or is there no other option?

“My opinion is different from His Majesty’s. It’s not the best idea to keep me hidden all by myself.”

Amelie came to the palace to fight disaster, not to fight power. Amelie came to the conclusion that she couldn’t defeat the disaster by hiding behind Serwin and taking only what he gave her.

If she thinks about it, she might prefer it this way. Given her timid personality, she would have quietly carried out Serwin’s orders for the rest of her life.

“However, without shame—”

“I have a lot of work to do. If you feel sorry for me, please help me a lot from now on.”

Amelie spoke lightly. It was to ease the burden on Mrs Enard.

“Miss Amelie—”

Mrs Enard rose and knelt before Amelie.

‘You accept people like me.’

They would have mocked her for being stupid if it had been someone else’s business when she said she would have someone who doesn’t know how to sharpen a knife. When it came to her own story, however, her admiration for her kindness overflowed.

Mrs. Enard raised her head to look at Amelie. The sunlight pouring in through her window shattered Amelie’s cheek. It was as if Amelie had given her a halo.

Mrs. Enard’s eyes grew and her pupils shook slightly. The embers of hope that had been extinguished burned again. If she follows in her footsteps, the child and herself will be able to live properly.

“Then I’ll follow only your lead, Miss Amelie.”

Mrs. Enard bowed as deep as her head touched the ground, then kissed Amelie’s robe.

*******

Once things were over, Amelie climbed the broomstick to return to the Imperial Palace. As she kicked the ground hard with her two feet, her broom quickly soared into the sky.

Taktak.

The broomstick, which was attached to the broom’s tip, slammed into the wind and made a noise. It was a tool used to keep the broom from rolling around on the ground.

In fact, this broomstick was not designed to be a broomstick in the first place. Amelie, who was considering how to punish the scammers Jacob, had turned him into a broomstick while casting a spell with her crystal magic skill. Originally, she intended to punish him by transforming him into a pig or a mouse, but if he truly repented of his sins, he could return to his original form, so Amelie decided to use him as a broomstick to her heart’s content.

As she climbed high enough to see a person the size of a little fingernail, Amelie turned her broom horizontally. The broom started flying towards the Imperial Palace.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind as the cold wind slapped her in the face. The tangled hair took a long time to untangle, but it didn’t bother her at all. Everything was at her feet. The high wall did not stop her, nor did the people’s gaze reach her as far as the sky.

Amelie was flying alone at an altitude that most people could only dream of. It was a witch’s privileges.

‘That’s right, I’m a witch!’

Amelie has always had good results with her magic. She rescued Sir Roen and got a reliable helper named Milena, and was able to punish a con artist who pretended to be a witch and rescue the mother and daughter from his conspiracy. And the woman who bullied her in the original book was on her side.

It was all done on its own. Pride rose from the bottom of her heart. Not long ago, she thought she had to hide as a witch. However, as she went through this incident, she felt that no matter how much the Palace was ignored, she could overcome it with the power of a witch.