The Apothecary Noble Lady Treated Like Trash Was Executed — After Being Pushed Off a Cliff, She Regained Memories of Her Past Life, So She Abandoned the Kingdom and Decided to Enjoy a Carefree Life in Another World" - Episode 19

“Hey, old man, come here for a second!”

“Calm down. What’s going on?”

The old man brought some water and offered it.

“Phew… There’s been a cave-in at the nearby mine.”

After gulping down the water, the man who had rushed in began to explain.

“What!? What’s the situation!?”

“Fortunately, there were warning signs, so they could evacuate early. As of now, everyone’s made it out alive. But there are many unconscious and injured people. We’re running low on medicine. You need to come to the guild and help.”

“Understood.”

It seemed like a terrible accident had occurred.

The old man hurriedly prepared his things in the back and was about to leave the apothecary with the man who had come to fetch him.

“Um…”

“Oh, right. Sorry, miss. We’ll have to do the purchase another time.”

When I spoke up, the old man looked slightly apologetic, as if he’d forgotten about me.

“No, that’s not it. Could I come with you?”

I can’t just turn a blind eye when there are so many injured people. Besides, I’m something of an apothecary myself. I should be able to help at least a little.

“What can a little girl like you do!?”

The man who had come for the old man shouted at me angrily.

“…Actually, she should come with us.”

“Battz, what are you saying!?”

“There’s a chance we’ll need her. Let’s just head to the guild.”

“F-fine. Hey, you, come along.”

“Understood.”

Thanks to the old man, I was able to go with them.

“This is…”

“It’s terrible…”

As we approached the guild, which had been turned into a makeshift aid station, chaos was everywhere.

Injured people were being carried in one after another, while what looked like medical personnel ran around frantically. Some of the injured sat leaning against walls, while others cried out in pain.

It seemed like treatment couldn’t keep up. Judging by the scene here, the clinics must be full too.

I’d been in the hospital before, but I’d hardly ever left my room, so I’d never seen anything like this.

The sheer horror of the situation made me freeze up.

Hey, you okay?

“Ah, yeah! I’m fine. Sorry for worrying you.”

Hmph, I wasn’t worried.

But Ark’s words snapped me out of it, and I pushed through the crowd into the guild.

Inside, the guild had been transformed into an aid station.

The situation was even worse than outside. The lobby, usually bustling with adventurers, looked completely different now.

Dozens of injured people lay on the floor, some unconscious, others moaning in pain.

“Ohh, Battz, you made it!”

As soon as the old man entered, a stern-looking, short-haired man sighed in relief.

“Guild Master, what’s the situation?”

“We’re running dangerously low on healing potions. At this rate, we might start losing people.”

“What about the other apothecaries?”

“They’re working as fast as they can, but production can’t keep up.”

“I see…”

It seemed this man was the Guild Master of the Adventurer’s Guild. Maybe the old man was someone pretty important after all.

And the situation seemed dire.

“Um, here, use these.”

I pulled out the healing potions I’d meant to sell from my backpack.

“Healing potions!? Are you sure!?”

“Yes. You can’t put a price on human lives.”

Medicine can always be remade if you gather more herbs. But once a life is lost, it’s gone forever. It’s not even worth comparing.

In my past life, I died before my parents. I was truly an unfilial child. Some of these injured people might be in the same situation. I don’t want them to end up like me.

If I can reduce the number of unfortunate people even a little, there’s no need to hesitate.

“This is a huge help! We’ll pay you properly for this!”

“Just so you know, those are magic potions. You understand?”

“I see… We’ll make sure you’re properly compensated.”

When the old man glared at him, the Guild Master nodded solemnly.

I wasn’t really doing it for the money, though.

“Good enough.”

“Hey, distribute this one bottle at a time.”

“R-right away!”

At the Guild Master’s command, a nearby staff member took the potions and began carefully portioning them out.

“Ugh… where…?”

“Hey, you’re in the guild. Can you hear me?”

“The guild…?”

As the healing potions were administered, the unconscious people began to stir.

“Ow ow ow, someone help me!”

“Hold on.”

“W-whoa, the pain…”

“W-what kind of healing potion is this!? It’s incredibly effective!”

Even the severely injured started showing significant improvement.

I was relieved to see the medicine I’d made working as intended. A small weight lifted from my shoulders.

“We’re heading to the room where the apothecaries are gathered.”

“Got it. We’ll handle things here.”

I followed the old man.

“Bring me some Pyuria grass!”

“Any more medicine ready!?”

“We’re out of Sticky Moss!”

When we opened the door, a scene straight out of a battlefield unfolded before us.

Shouts echoed through the room as guild staff rushed about and apothecaries desperately mixed potions.

I’d never seen other apothecaries making healing potions before, but they really weren’t using any magic.

Just as the old man had said, ordinary medicine seemed to be made without magic.

“Hey! Another healing potion’s ready. Take it!”

“On it!”

The freshly made potions were being carried out immediately.

But those potions looked cloudy, with chunks of Sticky Moss still visible.

Would those even work?

“Another wave of critically injured is coming in! Hurry!”

The new report cast a grim atmosphere over the room.

“Dammit! We’re at our limit here!”

“We can’t speed up production anymore!”

“Shut up! Stop complaining and just make more!”

The apothecaries were already working themselves ragged.

“I’ll make some.”

The old man stepped forward.

“Ohh! It’s Battz!”

“If it’s the best apothecary in town, maybe we have a chance!”

“Alright!”

So, the old man really was someone special.

It looked like a glimmer of hope had appeared on everyone’s faces.

Maybe the old man could turn this situation around.

“No, even I have my limits.”

“Come on, seriously? We’re done for.”

“Damn it, I don’t want to lose anyone.”

But it seemed even the old man couldn’t do it alone.

The room fell silent.

Everyone wore dark expressions.

“Um… I can make medicine too.”

Before I knew it, I’d raised my hand. I couldn’t stand seeing them like that.