Chapter 164: What Does the Queen Want?
Chapter 164: What Does the Queen Want?
When I entered the Queen’s room, the Queen and the walking maids quickly surrounded me, closing the distance to an extreme degree. The expression "putting their heads together" fit perfectly.The reason they were so close was because the senior maid said,
"Could you sell us the youth-rejuvenating medicine?"
Her eyes were frightening — bloodshot. Directly opposite me, the Queen was smiling with complete composure.
"Even if you say that, production is limited..."
When I answered while pulling back a little,
"Can’t you do something about it?"
"How much would it take for you to sell it?"
"We will pay as much money as possible."
"Please!"
The maids pleaded one after another. The Queen was grinning.
"It’s not a matter of money. The raw materials are limited, and I only have enough for the days until my departure to give to the Queen!"
At my words, the maids put their heads together, whispered among themselves, then suddenly turned and glared at me.
"Then if we can procure the raw materials, can you make it?"
"Although I may not look it, my family runs a business and trades widely. If you tell us, we will have them search!"
"I will also have my family search!"
They were foaming at the mouth as they spoke! These maids looked fairly advanced in age, yet they still wished to become even a little younger?
No, no — it’s not a raw material you can find by searching! The Queen was holding her stomach and laughing (though no sound came out).
"In any case, searching won’t find it in this country. I happened to discover it and made it on a whim."
When I declared that coldly,
"Eh..."
"No way..."
"Nooo—!"
"Worst—!"
The maids fell silent.
"Is it that effective? I have no idea myself."
At my words, the maids snorted and said,
"Because you are young, Robin-sama, you cannot understand the effect! Since she began drinking it, Her Majesty’s skin has become increasingly moist and youthful."
"The fine wrinkles around her mouth disappeared."
"The white hairs are gone."
"The firmness of her skin has returned."
"She no longer coughs."
"She no longer says her lower back hurts."
"She has started saying the food is delicious."
"Her constipation seems to have been cured?"
Is that last one just an assumption? Well, of course it is.
As the maids piled on their claims like an avalanche, I said while bowing my head,
"I understand! I understand very well. But! What doesn’t exist doesn’t exist, so I am very sorry, but please consider the portions already given to you the end of it! Please!!"
The fact that a prince had bowed his head seemed to hit them hard. The maids hurriedly said,
"Uwaaa— Robin-sama, we are so sorry—! We never meant to blame you. Please forgive us."
"That’s right! We are truly sorry!"
"Please forgive our rudeness!"
"We are terribly sorry—!!"
They apologized to me.
With the maids’ apologies, the "Please give us the youth-rejuvenating medicine!" conversation ended, but by the end the Queen was actually shedding tears from laughing!