The Doctor Cured the Villainess and Ran Away

5 – 5. The Princess’ Royal Physician Wants to Flee

Ashera’s room had a refreshing autumn breeze flowing smoothly.

The temperature and humidity were incredibly pleasant, but my head felt slightly dizzy, as if I were tipsy, thanks to Ashera’s gaze staring at me since earlier.

Or maybe it’s because of the aroma that’s wafting from the table.

“A floral scent?”

As I spaced out, something wet slipped past my hand.

“Heh heh.”

Max’s tongue.

Thanks to him, I relaxed a little bit.

If you treat

I might die like this, Max.

[No. 056: Hatred of the Villainess 12% → 11%]

[In flux]

Huh?

Actually, I don’t feel that angry about it.

The probability of Ashella getting angry at the ending is decreasing a bit.

“Max!”

When Ashella called out with renewed vigor, Max finally approached her and sat beside her.

Ashella gestured for me to come closer as she sat on the chair.

“Come here.”

As I took a few steps closer and looked, it was the yellow rose that I had picked in the garden earlier.

I had picked quite a few by now.

There seemed to be at least a hundred.

[No. 003: The Filial Piety of White People 64% → 63%]

[In flux]

The numbers on the status screen changed ever so slightly.

‘It seems that the flower is the key.’

Then suddenly, without any warning, Ashella turns her head and stares at me with a menacing glare.

‘Wow, that caught me off guard. My heart nearly skipped a beat.’

She’s actually pretty when she stays still.

Almost like a doll.

“Do you have a knife?”

“Yes, for now.”

“Cut it like you did before, the thorn.”

“Alright.”

I stood next to the table and took out a dagger, starting to snip the thorny part of the rose stem.

“Why are you doing that?”

Ashella asked me. I was perplexed because I couldn’t understand the intention behind her question.

You told me to.

“…Because I’m cutting the thorns?”

“There’s a chair over there.”

“You want me to sit?”

“Do I have to teach you even that?”

“Of course not.”

He immediately pulled out a chair and sat down. It was a right angle to Acella’s position.

Was he considerate of me, telling me to sit?

No, he probably meant for me to behave myself since I was being restless.

I continued my work. The sound of trimming stems echoed in the room.

Acella placed her hand on top of Max’s head and watched me as if monitoring.

…Time passes.

As I repeated the same actions, I felt a little tension easing.

Around the time my mind briefly wandered.

“…Ouch.”

Suddenly, I heard Acella let out a short groan, and my eyes widened.

Acella was holding a rose. The thorns had not been removed yet.

“It won’t just fall off. Why is this so troublesome-looking?”

Under Acella’s index finger, a dark red drop of blood trailed down from where she gripped the base of the flower.

“Oh no.”

I should have been careful not to let her touch it.

And to make matters worse, the curious princess had touched it.

My image was already problematic.

If someone saw me and misunderstood that I had hurt Acella, it would be a headache.

“Come to think of it, the only beautiful part is the flower, right? The rest seems unnecessary, don’t you think?”

Saying that, Acella cut off the rose,

separating the flower from its stem.

The yellow rose became stained with Acella’s blood, turning it reddish.

As a result, the ending list changed its probability.

[No. 003: Baiin’s Affection 63% → 65%]

[In flux]

Based on the experience from earlier, I could make a guess.

“As Acella has more negative experiences, it seems that the probability of committing a crime using those experiences increases.

Firstly, I decided to try to heal her wounds.

“Princess.”

“What is it?”

I took out a handkerchief from my bosom.

I grabbed Acella’s wrist.

A thin, white wrist with a weak pulse that didn’t feel too much like life.

“… What is this?”

“If you’re hurt, just treat it. It’s simple. You don’t need to take off the flower.”

I dipped the handkerchief into the water in the tea kettle and wiped away Acella’s blood.

I meticulously cleaned the surroundings so that the wound would not become infected.

“Where…”

There was a linen scarf in the room.

I cut it thinly with a knife and made it straight.

A disposable band was completed.

I wrapped her injured index finger around it, tightening it tightly but not too tight.

Acella cocked her head.

“What is this? A healing spell?”

“It’s treatment, not healing. This is natural because blood clots. If you just use healing magic, it’s worse.”

I said with a light smile.

“Because Princess doesn’t have a good constitution for healing.”

“… Hmm, that’s right.”

Acella carefully turned her tied index finger.

Her eyes full of curiosity turned towards me.

“Did you treat Max earlier too?”

“It was as simple as first aid. It was part of the treatment.”

“You said medical.”

“Yes.”

“I like it. Again?”

“Yes?”

“Is there anything else?”

The devilish face seemed to be hoping for something more entertaining.

“What should I say?”

[No. 003: Hyosu of White People 68% → 42%]

[Changed]

The probability of occurrence was noticeably decreasing.

It’s okay.

Chamsu is really picky.

If possible, let’s try to lower it a bit more.

It means that Asella was somewhat interested in my words, saying that she didn’t have to remove the head of the flower.

Should I push it further?

“Also, roses look prettier with stems.”

“Why?”

“Just look.”

Asella became interested and adjusted her chair to face me.

I still picked up a rose that hadn’t been pruned.

“As you can see, roses have thorns.”

“Yeah. Thanks to them, I got hurt. But you, Gongja, still say that the stem is pretty.”

I put the rose with thorns in my pocket. Asella absentmindedly touched it again, knowing it would be troublesome if she got hurt.

“The prettier the flower, the sharper the thorns. As beautiful existences attract many who want to possess them, it’s only natural to protect oneself.”

“Well, then?”

Asella raised her chin, as if saying that she would see what else I had to say.

I gently bent the stem of the rose in my hand.

It’s relatively soft.

Yellow roses are a unique breed found only in this world. I had confirmed this while researching plants for medicinal purposes.

This should do it.

“The item I’m about to show you can only be made with flowers that have stems.”

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I neatly arranged the trimmed roses.

And I folded and intertwined one stem horizontally, repeating the process.

“… hehehe.”

Assela reacted with fascination as she watched my hands move around.

As time passed, a floral crown made of roses was completed on the table.

“You can’t make it without taking off the flower heads.”

Assela carefully held up the floral crown I had made and looked around.

Is it something she likes just because?

It’s hard to judge just by looking at her face.

“Why is it in a circular shape?”

Ah, she didn’t know it was a floral crown.

I gently picked up the floral crown and placed it lightly on Assela’s small head.

“This is a decoration to wear on your head.”

Assela blinked her large eyes a few times, seemingly not having thought of the purpose of the floral crown.

“Does it suit me?”

she asked.

“You are the most beautiful in the world.”

I answered like that.

Please let it be the right answer.

“Okay.”

Assela replied to me.

It was a sudden remark, so I asked back.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s better not to take it off.”

Huh?

Did she just accept my opinion?

I quickly checked Assela’s reaction.

I carefully examined her golden eyes, which were absorbed in the floral crown, to see if they might accidentally meet mine.

It was quite unexpected.

It was something she had never done before, listening to my words.

It was ten years ago, so could something like this happen?

No, maybe she was just in a good mood today.

I decided not to assign any meaning to it.

I check the status window.

[No. 003: Baeg-in’s Efficiency 42% → 31%]

[Changed]

It feels like walking on thin ice.

“Azella understood, but the ending hasn’t been deleted. Looking at the decreasing fluctuations, it seems that this is not the main incident.”

Still, I’ve reduced it significantly compared to the beginning.

I’m curious about what incident inspired Azella.

I asked Azella.

“But Your Highness, where do you plan to use this rose?”

“Well…”

Azella’s lower lip slightly pushed up.

“Keep it a secret from others.”

“Of course.”

“I will give it to Ama Mama later.”

“… Is it a present?”

“Yes.”

Azella responded positively and coolly.

Wait, why are you giving your mother’s present from someone else’s garden?

If you’re going to steal from the married couple, why buy it with money?

Our perspectives are completely different.

Well, you are a princess and will soon become the emperor’s empress, so the empire belongs to you.

You have a point a hundred times over.

“Then the flower issue must be more related to Empress rather than me.”

While organizing my thoughts, Azella spoke to me.

“Gottberg Kongja.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Do well in the physician’s exam.”

It seems that this fearsome general wants to make me his personal physician.

“Why me?”

“I liked it.”

It seems like he’s interested in medicine.

It’s true that he saved Max’s life, so it’s natural to be interested.

He is a tyrant who pushes his own thoughts no matter what.

If he refuses Asella’s proposal, he doesn’t know how to recover from it.

Given this situation, it seemed impossible to be decently involved.

Regardless, all the bad endings caused by Asella must be deleted.

For that, it would be easier to act by her side for a while.

To accumulate achievements, it is necessary to improve social status.

Even if the direction changes later, her proposal will undoubtedly be a good stepping stone.

…I have decided.

To become the Imperial Court physician.

Instead, it is better to attach favorable conditions.

“When I was appointed as the Princess’s physician.”

Asella raised an eyebrow.

“I mainly want to use medicine. You need to provide an environment for medical-based treatment.”

“Okay.”

“As the eldest son, I also have to take care of the family. I will occasionally be absent, so understanding is necessary. I will cultivate nurses to take care of the princess during that time.”

“That’s also good.”

“Lastly.”

I took out an envelope prepared in the room and wrote a letter.

I sealed it with wax and stamped it with my seal.

“If I contribute greatly as the physician, you must fulfill the demands written in this envelope.”

“What did you write?”

“It is not unrealistic sentences like asking for the empire. It is a simple request that the princess can fulfill even now.”

“Okay, if it’s that much.”

When Asella was about to accept the envelope, I slightly withdrew my hand.

“I want a definite agreement.”

“You are audacious. Should I use a contract?”

“Yes. You can use magic or artifacts to verify that I am not lying about the contents written.”

Asella raised her chin in a sneering manner at my attitude.

It was a condescending attitude that seemed to say, “If you think you can use some insignificant strategy, go ahead and try.”

Asella drew a circle in the air with her finger. Her golden mana flowed out and spread like a serpent’s tongue.

The magic of Kiaus. The magic of enforced obligation, which ensures the fulfillment of promises no matter what.

“I, Asella von Bürtemfeldt…”

Her voice resounded pure and clear, causing the magic circle to vibrate.

“When Lady Götzberg bestowed great recognition upon me as her personal physician, I shall fulfill the sentence written inside by breaking the seal.”

Three magic circles rotated clockwise and sparkled intensely.

“In the name of the great sage, Delipacker.”

―Paah!

A burst of light erupted from Asella’s hands, spreading explosively.

The contract had been established.

“Now I’m really curious about the content.”

“It must be something that would please the princess.”

Whether she is pleased or not, I know very well how much you hate me.

[Asella von Bürtemfeldt separates from Lord Ras Götzberg, dismissing him from the position of her personal physician and sending him safely away from the royal palace.]

I should also have such insurance, so I can return home unharmed, right?