My Will Did Not Mean This

With a single wave of Jesus’ hand, the door behind him closed silently.

“It’s been a while, Jesus.”

“That’s right. I want to see the princess more often, but she never gives me the chance.”

Jesus, who had brushed back his long silver hair, respectfully lifted Vivian’s hand like a nobleman.

Today, for some reason, he had returned to the appearance of an adult in his twenties.

Even when he pretended to be a child, he had thought he was quite a pretty boy, but now he had a tall and striking appearance that would make anyone passing by look back.

“We’re not close enough to meet often, are we?”

“Why not? Thanks to the princess, the guild’s finances are very good.”

As expected, there was nothing better than luxury items when it came to making money.

In return for sitting in the workshop and applying high-level magic to fabrics, he received a huge amount of money that was more than what he would have spent rolling around in the wilderness with the punitive force.

In particular, Vivian suggested that the magical powers disappear after a certain period of time, which would allow for continued profits in the future.

“Everyone is very grateful to the princess. Please stop by the guild anytime.”

“Can you treat me with something?”

“Isn’t it just a treat?”

“Then are you grateful to me too?”

“Of course.”

Vivian was momentarily lost in thought at the sight of Jesus’s sly gaze.

At this point, she thought she understood why he walked around like a child.

Was he naturally flirtatious, or did he look that way because of his outstanding appearance? Every time he smiled, I couldn’t help but look at him.

Even she, who knew Jesus’ twisted personality, felt the same way, so if he walked around in his true form, no one around him would leave him alone.

‘What am I thinking right now?’

If he took too long, Dylan would get suspicious.

Vivian, who returned from her thoughts to reality, put the bag of medicine down on the table.

“What is this?”

“If you really appreciate it, please do me one favor.”

“There’s been a lot of talk in the capital recently. The doctor at Minerva Hospital is so skilled. What can I do for you?”

“Even when I asked the family doctor, he said he had no idea what the ingredients were. I’ve heard a lot about the amazing effects of the medicine, but I’m still a little worried about continuing to take an unknown medicine.”

“Is this the medicine that the princess was prescribed?”

“Yes.”

Jesus unfolded the paper. He narrowed his eyes as if he was seeing the dried rose-colored powder for the first time.

“The color is unusual. But this shouldn’t be difficult. There are wizards from other continents in our guild.”

“Will they take on this request?”

“Well. Of course, if it’s the princess’s business, there would be many people who would step forward, but since it’s a rare favor, I’ll step forward myself.”

“It’s just a matter of asking you to tell me the ingredients of the medicine, and you yourself?”

It seemed like it was too much, but it was good. If Jesus himself would step forward, she could trust him and leave it to him.

Vivian rested her chin on her hand in satisfaction.

“Okay. You can call the fee whatever you want.”

“I won’t accept it.”

“Huh?”

“Not just now, but in the future. If I receive even a penny from the princess, the guild guys will try to kill me. And…”

Jesus, who seemed about to say something, closed his mouth for a moment and changed his subject.

“I also happened to be a little interested in this. I wondered what kind of crazy medicine could have such an effect, making even a dying person full of energy in a few days.”

“The world is big. There must be one or two such drugs.”

“Well. In fact, I would like to advise the princess to stop taking it for a while. Since the progression of the lung disease has stopped due to the five-man star.”

It seemed that he was also suspicious of the identity of the medicine.

“Princess, how much medicine did you take?”

“Um…”

Vivian struggled with her answer.

The reason she gave the medicine to Jesus was simple. He realized that the medicine was strange and sold the information to the nobles he had connections with. Since a considerable number of nobles had already received treatment from Juan, the information would be of considerable value.

‘If we do it right, it could even shake up Johannes’ position. He must know that he is Jesus, so why is he asking that first…’

Vivian blinked in confusion, and was about to answer appropriately, when Jesus let out a deep sigh as if he knew without listening.

Thanks to his understanding, Vivian shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t worry. What could happen when the prince recommended the doctor?”

“Humans sometimes do unbelievably stupid things. Like when they took mercury like medicine just because they were pretty.”

Jesús swept the rose-colored powder with his fingertips.

“I’ll contact you soon.”

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After Vivian left, Jesús stared at the large full-length mirror opposite him. In it, he saw himself dressed in a suit.

It felt awkward, as if he was wearing clothes that didn’t fit.

No, they actually didn’t fit.

‘My eyes were not wrong. Why was such a handsome man wearing such a shabby hoodie?’

‘I’m sorry, Madam. I came to see the princess, not to be your clothes hanger.’

‘Haha.’

Madam laughed like a child playing a bad prank while fanning herself. She knew Jesus as one of the guild’s top magicians, not the archmage. Of course, knowing the truth wouldn’t change her attitude.

‘Just looking at something beautiful makes you feel good. I absolutely can’t tolerate something gloomy and dull wandering around my salon.’

‘That’s why you’re telling me to be an eye candy right now…’

‘Oh my, the sound of a carriage! Has the princess arrived?’

The madam stopped adjusting Jesus’s clothes and left the changing room. She heard the sound of people moving in unison to greet the VVIP on the first floor.

Left alone, Jesus stared at the mirror again.

‘Huh, something beautiful? What good is that?’

Knowledge is the eternal value. However, in order to reach its core, a considerable amount of money and power were needed, so she just had some secondary fun while running the guild.

He snorted and stopped himself from throwing off his stuffy jacket.

Suddenly, a funny joke came to mind.

He wanted to seduce Vivian Eleonora, who had recently caught his interest without intending to. She was the one who had not been afraid at all even when he told her that her heart was mortgaged to black magic. He wanted to see the one who had been so confident shake violently for the first time.

‘It’s been a while, Princess.’

Jesus greeted her while sitting on the windy windowsill. His long silver hair fluttered refreshingly in the wind.

The princess, whose eyes met his, hesitated as if she was surprised.

Jesus confidently glared at her and acted gentlemanly, treating her politely.

‘Okay. Call the fee as you wish.’

However, his expectations were soon completely shattered. The princess didn’t show the reaction he wanted, and instead immediately brought up the subject of the request. Then, when the matter was over, she stood up and left without any regrets.

Jesus returned to reality.

In the hall, the princess and her party seemed to be choosing dresses. When they heard the laughter that followed, he felt his stomach ache.

“Huh, what fun is choosing a piece of cloth…”

The excitement that had been heightened cooled down.

Jesus snatched the envelope of medicine from the table and stood up.

A brief flash of light occurred, and where he had disappeared, only the residual magic was left, like a lost fragment.

＊ ＊ ＊

At the same time, Vivian’s letter arrived at the Marquis Bastian residence.

Celia Bastian looked down at the envelope held out in front of her with eyes of disbelief.

“The princess to me?”

“Yes, ma’am. Open it quickly!”

“Wait, I’m so nervous. What if there’s something bad written in it?”

“How could that be? This is definitely a tea party invitation. It’s a thank you note from earlier!”

The maids’ eyes sparkled as they looked back and forth between the madam and the letter.

Marquis Bastian was a truly good master to them.

The marquis was strict and principled, but he treated his servants fairly, and his wife, unlike her husband, was always lenient and gentle, and knew how to cover up the faults of her subordinates.

They especially felt sorry for the madam who was always being used.

“There are many rumors that point fingers at the princess, but I am grateful to her. I can’t tell you how relieved I am when I make those ruffian ladies kneel.”

Celia, who had been nodding shyly as if in agreement, suddenly lost her temper.

“But I still feel bad that I didn’t thank the princess. We kept getting missed at the hospital…”

“Instead, didn’t the master give you the cough medicine? The princess said she gratefully accepted it.”

“It would have been better if you had delivered it directly.”

“Madam, worrying won’t lead to an answer, right?”

The maid, who had seen through her true feelings, subtly suggested that she open the letter.

It wasn’t just her personality that made Celia so passive right now.

She had blindly fallen in love with Vivian. Even now, whenever she thought of Vivian, her cheeks would flush like a girl experiencing her first love. So it was natural that she felt dizzy and like her head was on fire when she received the letter from the Grand Duchess.

“That’s right. Worrying won’t lead to an answer.”

Celia nodded as if she had made up her mind and carefully opened the letter’s seal.

The servants who had boasted looked at Celia with tense faces when the time came.

It was because she kept her mouth shut the whole time she was reading the letter.

“What is it about?”

“…”

“Madam, don’t be too upset…”

At that moment, the maids who had guessed the content were about to offer words of comfort. Celia covered her mouth like a Sungdeok who had won a fan meeting.

 

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