When The Silver Bell Of Charlotte's Pharmacy Rings (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
For a moment, Baron Lireld was engulfed by a strange sensation.
At first, he felt an unpleasant sensation, as if something cold and squishy were coiling around his ankle.
But as soon as he became aware of it, that discomfort vanished, replaced by a dizzying lightness, as though his feet were lifting off the ground.
The moment the beautiful woman standing before him—whose name he didn’t even know—slowly approached and kissed his cheek, a trembling sigh of excitement escaped Baron Lireld’s lips.
When he groaned and shivered, Matiel, who had been watching the scene from the shadows of the study with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow.
He couldn’t understand what on earth was happening.
Charlotte simply stood still in place, raising one hand toward the baron.
Yet the baron suddenly halted mid-step, as if abruptly falling into a trance, gasping and groaning while groping at empty air.
It was so absurd that he couldn’t even muster a laugh—but there was no doubt it was a ridiculous sight.
“What’s going on here?”
Matiel murmured quietly, and Charlotte glanced sideways at him, her palm still raised.
“It’s a kind of light hypnotic state. You could say he’s dreaming while standing upright.”
“So it’s hypnotism.”
Charlotte’s lips twitched petulantly.
“Please don’t talk as if I’m some circus performer.”
“I’ve never seen a circus performer, so I don’t understand what you find so offensive. Is it unpleasant to call hypnotism exactly what it is?”
“You’re impossible to reason with. Fine, just open the door.”
“What are you planning to do? Make him walk straight down?”
“I could make him walk down, or I could make him tumble head over heels. Shall I have him walk down on his hands? What’s your opinion?”
Matiel finally let out an exasperated chuckle and shook his head.
Then, just as the baron had done, he found the door leading underground.
However, a moment later, he frowned and looked back at Charlotte.
“We need the code. There’s a lock.”
Matiel ran his fingertips over the dial lock and spoke again.
“There are six digits total.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes like a disgruntled student, then stepped toward the baron, who still hadn’t regained his senses.
He was now making kissing motions toward empty space, lips moving soundlessly.
She raised her palm toward his face and blew a faint breath, as if extinguishing a candle.
Immediately, his absurdly twitching lips stilled, and the baron’s gaze grew even more unfocused.
His eyes rolled back until barely any iris was visible, and Charlotte whispered in a soft, coaxing voice.
“Tell me the code to unlock the door.”
What Matiel had called hypnotism was, in truth, Charlotte’s magic.
Though she described it as a light hypnotic state, the baron was actually nearing a deathlike stupor.
The dead must answer a medium’s questions—they cannot lie or hide anything, and she exploited precisely that weakness.
The baron, whose lips had been trembling, spoke.
“2, 3, 1, 1, 9, 8…”
Matiel immediately turned the lock.
When Charlotte flipped her hand and flicked her fingers, the baron’s wildly rolled-back eyes gradually returned to their normal position, and he once again began flailing his arms, miming kisses toward empty air.
Click.
Matiel nodded, and Charlotte blew another breath onto the baron’s face.
His arms, which had been clutching at something unseen with desperate intensity, dropped limply to his sides.
“Open the door and go downstairs—on all fours like a frog.”
“Hey, that’s pointless…”
Charlotte giggled with a sharp “Kik!” sound.
Before Matiel could say anything, the baron instantly opened the cellar door, suddenly crouched on all fours at the top of the stairs, and began hopping down like an animal.
“Yaaah! What the—!”
Lance’s scream echoed from below.
Matiel shot Charlotte a quick glance, shook his head resignedly, and descended the stairs.
Seeing him, Lance immediately tried to drop his tools and flee—but it was hopeless.
Matiel seized his shoulder tightly and twisted, making Lance shriek with an undignified cry.
Charlotte, who had walked delicately down the stairs, snapped her fingers right before the baron—who was still mimicking a hopping animal.
“…Huh!”
At the snap, Baron Lireld let out a choked scream, feeling as if a massive boulder had slammed into his back.
Of course he would. Charlotte stood up with a completely indifferent expression despite watching the baron tremble violently.
She had abruptly yanked his consciousness back from the near-death stupor she’d forced upon him—it was only natural he’d suffer a shock.
The baron gagged briefly on the floor before lifting his head.
“Th-this! Gah! Hhaa!”
Matiel, who had kept holding Lance’s shoulder, suddenly flung him down to the floor.
Lance screamed as his ankle twisted, but Matiel couldn’t care less.
Matiel spoke.
“Baron Lireld, are you prepared to pay the price for daring to steal the royal treasure?”
“Wha—gh… H-how… how did this…?”
“How it happened isn’t important. What matters is your situation, which is about to become extremely dire.”
Matiel’s voice was chillingly low.
Charlotte, who had been watching with arms crossed, briefly wore a look of intrigued curiosity before it quickly vanished.
[This is the timeline separator]Baron Lireld was dragged away like a beast by the royal soldiers Matiel had stationed in advance.
Everyone attending the party had witnessed the scene, so by tomorrow, the entire social circle would be abuzz.
Charlotte returned to her apothecary with a weary, drained expression.
Perhaps because the unpleasant, sticky feeling wouldn’t fade—though she hadn’t even done anything strenuous—her whole body felt as heavy as waterlogged cotton.
〈It seems we still have a few things left to discuss.〉
Matiel’s words kept circling in her mind—the words he’d spoken when she’d tried to leave House Lireld.
〈No, our conversation is over. We each gave and received one thing, so now let’s go back and live our separate lives. Understood, Your Noble and Mysterious Duke Elinak?〉
In the end, Matiel had let her go, but even after returning home, Charlotte felt no sense of relief.
It still felt ominous and chaotic, as if dark storm clouds hung overhead, ready to unleash a downpour and thunder at any moment.
Just as Charlotte reached her apothecary and sighed, about to turn the key in the lock—
“Hey, are you kidding me?”
The sudden voice of a man startled her so much she nearly dropped her keys.
A shadowy figure abruptly emerged from the darkness of the building.
Seeing his limping gait, Charlotte’s brow furrowed deeply.
“Sorry, Tae Mi. Something came up.”
Tae Mi scanned Charlotte up and down with eyes full of irritation and anger.
At that moment, Charlotte pushed open the apothecary door. A faint jingle from the silver bell above it rang out.
Tae Mi limped inside after her.
Charlotte let out an irritated sigh, turned toward him—and immediately widened her eyes in surprise.
“You’re hurt?”
His face was pale enough to be clearly visible even in the darkness, and dried blood streaked beside his ear.
When Charlotte moved closer, Tae Mi pulled back his injured leg and stepped away.
“It’s nothing. Here, just take this.”
He rummaged through his pocket and tossed her a small glass vial.
She swiftly caught it midair and felt a chill.
She also sensed a faint pricking sensation against her palm.
“This is what was inside that girl’s stomach?”
“Yeah. It nearly burst out fully grown, so it gave me some trouble—but I caught it. Still, it was just a small fry again.”
“…I figured as much.”
Though agreeing, Charlotte’s voice carried unmistakable disappointment.
She placed both the vial taken from Baroness Lireld and the one from Tae Mi onto the glass counter, then turned to rummage through the shelves behind her.
“Where are you hurt? Tell me.”
“I’m fine, I said. More importantly, Lotti, you should really just…”
Thunk. A sharp, irritated sound cut off Tae Mi’s words like a knife slicing through a turnip.
“Take it and drink a drop before bed. It’ll help you recover.”
Charlotte pushed a small tincture bottle across the counter.
Tae Mi stared blankly at the cork stopper for a moment, then let out a mocking snort and limped toward the door.
“Hey, Tae Mi!”
“I don’t have money for your medicine.”
“Who asked you to pay for it?”
“Next time we meet, just buy me an extra donut or something. I’m off. That stuffy dress of yours looks suffocating—go change and get some sleep.”
The silver bell above the door jingled again.
Charlotte watched as Tae Mi disappeared into the darkness but didn’t try to stop him.
Gripping the counter with both hands, she let out a deep sigh like someone furious, glaring at the tincture bottle Tae Mi hadn’t taken.
〈You should really just…〉
Blinking, she shook her head and returned the tincture bottle to the shelf.
Then, after locking the door, she entered a recessed alcove in the hallway and climbed the stairs.
She intended to follow Tae Mi’s advice—take off this stifling outfit and just go to sleep.
A faint light spilled from the second-floor window, and Matiel, standing in the shadows beside the building, lifted his head.
He stared blankly at the spot where the limping man had vanished, then looked up at the sign above the apothecary door.
“‘Charlotte Barrett’s Apothecary’… Charlotte Barrett.”
As he murmured the words, the light by the window went out—as if hearing him.
Now the building was fully swallowed by darkness, and only the streetlamps lining the alley cast sparse, lonely glows like scattered remnants of a ruined stage.
Matiel glanced once more at the weathered sign, then turned away. The sound of carriage wheels rolling echoed through the quiet alley.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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To be honest, Tae Mi is my favorite character in this novel.
Wow that’s grotesque. I didn’t think this novel was going to be so gorey