Hertian was wrapped in thought, looking at the documents of herbs enough to fill a warehouse.

“There’s no way Anette bought these herbs without thinking.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her.

Anette, with her foresight, must have had her own thoughts.

But Hertian had never relied on anyone since he was born.

He had to solve everything himself, and it was the same in his relationship with Anette.

He couldn’t dump his problem onto Anette.

Especially because if Anette failed in her business and felt depressed, she would obviously regret her marriage to him.

He would rather add another job to his workload than let that happen.

“Gilta, have the wife’s business reported to me from now on.”

“Yes, master.”

“Was there a letter from Casian?”

“No, I didn’t receive any.”

“I see……. You can go.”

Wiping off his cold sweat, Gilta left Hertian’s office.

And at the door, he almost squeaked in surprise when he saw Anette. Anette pulled him and hid behind a pillar.

“What did His Majesty say?”

“Madam, what about quitting or handing over the business now as His Majesty suggested? My liver is about to shrivel up.”

Anette shook her head vigorously and made Gilta shut up firmly.

“The herbs cost a whopping 50 million gold. How could I inflate that price unless it’s me? Do you, Gilta, have a way?”

He shook his head.

“Then does the Duke His Majesty have another way?”

As he shook his head again, he stretched his eyebrows and asked.

“Then, madam, how are you planning to sell those herbs?”

Looking at Gilta, who was so frustrated, Anette fell into thought.

Whether to tell him or not.

But if she wanted to trust Gilta and proceed with the work, trust was a priority.

“All the temples in Cursia will disappear soon.”

“Huh?”

“Hush.”

Holding Gilta, whose eyes had grown as big as a plate, Anette explained in detail how she would proceed with this business. Gilta was halfoutraged by the unbelievable story.

“Only you and I should know this.”

“But if His Majesty knows this, he will handle it even if you don’t personally come forward, madam.”

“If I formally step forward, the other side will feel resistant. Then the trade of herbs will be difficult and the 50 million gold will just be wasted.”

There was reason in Anette’s words.

One side was the Duke, the other was the Duchess, and he couldn’t go either way and felt suffocated. Gilta, sighing inside, thought of his boss, Jackson.

‘What would Jackson do?’

If it were Jackson, he would have chosen one side without hesitation.

And the answer was already determined.

Go where you’re sure.

“I’ll… follow your words, madam.”

The next day, and the day after, I headed towards the border.

They thought of me as the daughter of the blacksmith in this village and treated me comfortably.

“Take a look at this one today.”

Having fully experienced the effects of the medicine, the soldier brought a patient and asked for treatment.

I had already looked after five wounds.

All were cured quickly. My body, which has never used medicine, showed great effect of it.

“What’s hurting?”

“I think it’s because I didn’t eat well last night. My stomach is starting to hurt, is there a treatment for this?”

“Of course. Divide the herbal master’s water and drink it three times a day.”

I pulled out a medicine bottle with practiced hands and handed it to the soldier.

“Now, next?”

The tent opened, and a man with a red badge on his shoulder entered. I smiled brightly and pointed to the chair.

But the man just stared at me and didn’t come closer.

“Are you not a patient?”

Scratching my head, I arranged the medicine bottles.

That’s when it happened.

“Co, Commander.”

At the trembling voice of the soldier, the man opened his mouth.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well, that is…”

“Explain properly.”

At his stern voice, the soldier’s eyes rolled.

That man is the head of this place.

I pretended not to know, but I recognized him at once.
‘Finally, my trading partner has appeared.’

Despite looking around the same age as Hertian, the imposing presence he exuded was unparalleled.

His piercing gaze turned the atmosphere inside the tent cold. The soldier was unable to open his mouth as if he had consumed honey. Unafraid, I approached him and spoke.

“I’ve treated the soldiers with the herbs I brought.”

At those words, the soldiers’ eyes tightened shut.

The gaze of the man with the vividly scarlet hair focused on me. An unfamiliar pressure unfolded.

It was a natural reaction for the Recques, who were enemies to the Kursians.

Soon, I might hear a gruff voice demanding to take me away.

“All the soldiers present here?”

“Yes.”

“For what purpose?”

Contrary to expectations, the voice I heard was calm. Hope surged that he might be more receptive than anticipated. If so, there was no need to draw out the conversation.

“If you arrange a place for me, I’ll explain my approach.”

The man, slightly taken aback, casually replied.

“You have exactly ten minutes.”

It was a quiet permission.