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 20

One of the pharmacists shouted at me in a rough tone.

“Hah!? Shut up, amateur!!”

The other pharmacists were also glaring at me with upturned eyes.

This was a situation where lives, precious things that can never be regained once lost were hanging in the balance. And despite their desperate efforts to make medicine, it seemed like those lives were slipping away.

Of course, they’d be furious if someone like me. A complete stranger suddenly showed up in the middle of that. If I were in their position, I’d probably feel the same way.

But even so, I was still a pharmacist, however inexperienced.

At the very least, I could make medicine good enough to earn Grandpa’s approval.

“I’m a pharmacist too! I can make healing potions!!”

“A young, inexperienced pharmacist like you is useless!! Get out!!”

“I won’t leave! Mr. Battz was willing to buy my potions. They must be at least somewhat effective!”

“What did you say!?”

My words caused a stir among the pharmacists.

Time was of the essence.

So, sorry, but I borrowed Grandpa’s name.

The effect was immediate.

“I think it’d be better to let this girl help, too.”

Despite me using his name without permission, Grandpa defended me.

“Mr. Battz, do you even realize what you’re saying!?”

“I haven’t seen her make them myself, but the healing potions delivered to the guildmaster were originally meant to be sold at my shop. I’ve confirmed their quality. I’ve never seen magical medicine of that caliber before. Even I couldn’t make something that good. And her herb processing was flawless. There’s no doubt she has considerable skill.”

“M-Magical medicine!? A kid like her!?”

The gazes that had been fixed on Grandpa shifted to me.

“That’s right. And she apparently made fifty healing potions in just one night. There’s more than enough reason to let her help, don’t you think?”

“Fifty magical potions in one night. There’s no way!”

Grandpa bowed deeply before everyone.

“At the very least, I believe in her. For my sake, please let her help.”

I never expected him to trust me that much.

“Please!!”

Since Grandpa had gone that far, I also bowed deeply beside him.

“W-Well, alright!! If Mr. Batts is going that far, we can’t refuse. Girl, I don’t know how skilled you really are, but don’t drag us down, got it!?”

“Yes!! Thank you!!”

Somehow, I managed to get permission to make medicine too.

“Grandpa, thank you.”

“I just chose the option most likely to save lives. No need for thanks.”

“Even so, I wanted to say it.”

“Hmph, do as you like. More importantly, let’s get started right away.”

“Yes!!”

After thanking Grandpa, I followed the pharmacists’ instructions.

I had to hurry and make healing potions to save the injured.

“You’ll make the medicine here.”

“Understood.”

I began preparing the medicine at the station where materials had already been laid out.

As always—chopping, grinding, mixing.

Now, no distractions could reach me.

“She’s constantly channeling mana while working with such precision!?”

“W-What’s with those precise movements!?”

“How can she measure the ingredients so accurately without even weighing them!?”

I focused solely on the process. Five minutes later, the first potion was complete.

“It’s done.”

“O-Oh…”

I handed the potion to someone nearby and immediately started making the next one.

I felt a little dazed, but it must’ve been my imagination. Right now, I had to make more.

“She finished in just five minutes!?”

“It takes us dozens of minutes just to make one!?”

“Unbelievable!!”

The commotion around me was loud, but I couldn’t afford to pay attention.

“Chopping can be minimized, grinding can be shortened further…”

I streamlined my process, optimizing every action during preparation.

“This is insane, she’s compounding continuously!? Any pharmacist would need rest!!”

“What’s going on with her mana!?”

“Her compounding speed and skill are monstrous!!”

The time it took to complete each potion grew even shorter.

Faster, faster!!

I focused all my nerves, eliminating every inefficiency.

“What’s happening!? Her compounding speed keeps increasing!?”

“I can’t even see her hands anymore!!”

“Just who is that girl!?”

I kept making healing potions without pause.

Five minutes became four, four became three, three became two.

Hey, you’ve been channeling mana nonstop. You sure you’re okay?

I’m fine.

Ark was worried, but there was no problem. Probably another effect of my super-health.

After eliminating all waste, I could now make one potion per minute.

I couldn’t go any faster than this.

Maintaining this speed, I mass-produced potions.

“It’s already midnight!?”

“How long has she been making magical potions!?”

“Is she a monster!?”

Not yet! I couldn’t stop now.

“I won’t let anyone die, I won’t let anyone suffer. Ah…”

But when I reached for more materials, there were none left.

“Someone, materials!! Please, more materials!!”

I desperately pleaded with those around me.

……

But the area had fallen silent. No one answered.

What? What’s wrong? Why won’t anyone help!?

“Please!! If this keeps up, people will die!!”

“You’ve done enough, kid!”

As I begged, a hand gently rested on my shoulder.

Turning, I saw Grandpa looking at me with resignation in his eyes.

“Huh…?”

Could it be… Did we not make it in time? Did someone already die? Because I was too slow? Because I was satisfied with making one potion per minute?

Negative thoughts flooded my mind.

“You don’t have to make any more.”

“Why would you say that!!”

Blood rushed to my head, and I snapped at Grandpa.

Even if someone died, we can’t give up on the others, right!?

“No, everyone’s already saved. Thanks to you.”

“Eh?”

I must’ve looked utterly dumbfounded.