‘Does she know that steaming flamegrass and drying it removes toxins and enhances vitality?’

‘With that mixture, it seems effective for both chilblains and fatigue recovery.’

Moreover, Edith seemed to have a perfect understanding of how to use the herbs she had chosen.

She casually broke the requested ingredients into suitable sizes and carefully heated them in the herbal bath. The series of actions flowed smoothly, as if she had naturally performed them.

If she had merely seen and imitated something somewhere, her movements wouldn’t be so smooth.

“Well, then, I’ll be going. It’s better to drink the tea when it’s moderately cooled for the best effect. Have a good day.”

In just a few minutes, Edith had finished making the tea and even offered a light farewell. Her cleanup was impeccable.

If a medical student from the academy had witnessed such rapid and skillful movements, they would have immediately asked if she had any thoughts about working in the palace.

“Just now… what just happened?”
Witnessing her quietly disappearing, leaving only astonishment without causing trouble, Zion and the courtiers couldn’t help but suppress disappointed laughter.

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“Empress, if you drink it at this temperature, the efficacy of the herbs will be conveyed most effectively.”

Edith bowed her head slightly and poured the tea. Elizabeth, who was lifting Patricia’s sleeve, frowned at her.

‘Did she manage to go there in that short time?’

Well, Edith probably didn’t accept the proposal to become the Empress’s maid without any thought. It might be due to Lexion’s influence, planting a helper in the palace.

However, what surprised Elizabeth even more was Empress Patricia’s reaction as she took a sip of the tea, smirking.

“……?”

As she drank a sip of the tea, cooled to an appropriate temperature, a warm energy spread throughout her body. The veins, which had been cold, softened, and a feeling of warm blood flowing through them.

‘What is this?’

Whatever Edith had put into the tea, the effect was remarkably good.

Even after taking a hot bath or steaming with various ingredients, there was no significant effect on the whole body, but warmth spread as if lying in a lie.

“Your complexion seems to have improved, which is fortunate.”

“…….?”

Upon hearing Edith’s words, Patricia immediately stiffened her expression. It was hard to believe that she had unknowingly worn a languid face.

Just a moment ago, she seemed satisfied with the tea’s effects to anyone who saw her.

“Well, it’s not entirely ineffective. The clinicians in the clinic are competent too. Since it’s the first day, I’ll leave now.”

Patricia waved her hand, making Edith’s contributions seem insignificant, and she turned her gaze away.

Seeing her more cheerful face from chatting with busy courtiers instead of feeling upset or intimidated, Elizabeth twisted inside.

‘Maybe she’s just lucky on the first day.’

However, the next day and the day after that, Edith produced tea that perfectly met Patricia’s requests.

Moreover, the clinicians and apprentices in the clinic seemed unbothered by the Duchess’s visits.

‘How is this working out?’

Gradually, the headache was only for Patricia herself.

[Exclusive] Was Gilbert not involved in the magical stone mine by his will?

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Patricia skimmed through the newspapers with a scowl. It seemed that Lexion and those annoying guys were starting to spread the fact that she was involved with the magical stone mine.

‘I hope they won’t find out what I intended to do with the magical stone.’

She made an effort to calm her confused feelings. Who dared to harm her, who had given birth to the imperial family, the Empress who succeeded the imperial lineage.

“……Claude! My son!”
Patricia rose from her seat nervously. Claude, wearing an innocent smile devoid of any majesty, greeted his mother.

“I’m going to the blacksmith’s to watch them make locks.”

The moment Patricia saw Claude’s smile, which was anything but fitting for a member of the royal family, she flinched as if a thief had stepped on her foot.

“Claude, I told you that such things are enjoyed by those with humble bloodlines.”

“But…”

“You are the future Emperor of this country, so engage in different activities. Reading books would be better.”

Redirecting her son’s intention to head towards the blacksmith to the direction of the library, Patricia seemed to have to issue a stern warning today, calling the child’s tutors to prevent him from focusing solely on peculiar matters related to commoners.

‘Where could fate be? When one with abilities decides to become a member of the royal family, it happens.’

Patricia tightly clenched her trembling hands. She needed to find her most cherished maid, Rozalin, and confide in her as much as she could.