I Will Be The New Me
CHAPTRE 14

"Yes. I hear he's now focused on making a cure for King Kaisen's illness. This news had already spread to the neighboring country that King Kaisen was dying in his bed."

"So the King is really sick?"

Quinn thinks that means Raiden has been giving poison gradually so that his father's death is not suspicious. With the empty throne, the automatic that fills the void and replaces the work of his father is Raiden himself. King Kaisen did not yet know that nearly eighty percent of his court was under Raiden's control.

"Yes. His illness was not told to anyone, only the King's family knew."

Obviously it will be kept secret. If it is discovered that the King has been consuming poison all along, Raiden will definitely be convoluted and others who will become a victim.

"But there's no way I'm talking to Grandpa. I have no evidence myself. Especially if I only have a reason I have experienced it in the future. Ah, or it could be that it was just a nightmare." Quinn's mind kept raging. Even so, he still recorded some future plans that he will carry out starting tomorrow. "Have the kingdom tried to summon all the greatest doctors in the country?" ask Quinn to mince words because she already knows what kind of person Raiden is.

"I heard it, but I don't know. No one is allowed to see the King, including me."

Bastien was among the closest people to Kaisen, their relationship already like a brother. Kaisen also trusted Bastien very much considering their friendship was established since Kaisen was eighteen years old and before succeeding his father's throne. So were it not for Kaisen's only child, it would have been impossible for Bastien to be barred from meeting in person to see the state of the King.

It's not strange that Raiden could make such a hoax. The glasses have been increasingly spread like a virus that mushroomed into various layers of society. Grandfather was one of his greatest threats, where perhaps he was giving a gap to his own enemy.

Quinn thought it would happen. Bastien is unlikely to be allowed to see Raiden's father's condition directly.

Bastien had never expected that he would be able to discuss such matters with his grandchildren, especially with Quinn who had always been so simple-minded. The principle of his life alone is only 'cause it can make other people smile, I can already live fine for the next hundred years'.

Bastien could not help his excitement until he stroked Quinn's head, leaving the owner shocked. "Grandfather, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing, I just want to do it."

Quinn could not respond to the situation properly, all he showed was a clumsy smile. "Grandfather, if grandfather had known.Grandfather used to hate me because I lived in vain for love, even grandfather to the point of not attending my judgment day." If he could deliver that in front of his grandfather directly, it could be that Quinn would be considered insane.

"Oh, about the expert concocting medicine. Why are you suddenly asking that? what business do you really want to run?"

"I'll tell grandpa, but before that we have to make an appointment first." Bastien knitted his brows but still stretched out his little finger. "I knew all this time Dad was monitoring me through Grandpa. Just this time, don't tell Dad about my business."

"Pff! Hahaha you now have a sharp instinct huh. Well, I'm not gonna tell Savero about this. Quickly tell me, I can't hold back my curiosity anymore."

Quinn then explained that he wanted to create a factory to produce soap with marketing targets for ordinary people first. Bastien did not expect Quinn to have a unique business idea. "Why did you make soap business? is there any point?"

"There was. I need their votes to elect me as the Crown Princess candidate."

"What...? you're after that position?"

Not particularly. Actually I'm targeting something else.

Quinn shook her head lightly. "Um, that's the first goal. I have other goals that will be profitable."

There are many small communities that are infected with infectious diseases such as skin diseases. Not only that, most children these days also experience abdominal pain and sore throat. For those who are low income and uncertain, it takes a lot of money to buy drugs on the healer and they feel objection because the cost of eating should they prioritize.

"I've read in all the books, rosemary is a quality plant that can also be used to make soap. I have nothing to lose if I sell that soap cheaply because I have the raw material."

Bastien was stunned for a moment. The Ethereal Kingdom's Grand Duke had already heard that the disease was already spreading and he still needed to investigate the cause. Quinn suddenly conveys a countermeasures idea that is quite unique and worth trying. It speeds up his work.

"S-when did you think of this way?"

"I don't remember for sure either, grandfather. I just think I want to make a soap factory as well as oil. They might have to wait a little longer, but I've found a way."

Bastien couldn't help but laugh. "Hahahaha you're full of surprises, Quinn. Then what do you want to do next?"

Quinn smiled as she showed him the letter of agreement she had written as neatly and transparently as possible. "Of course, look for investors. Grandpa, want to invest in me? even if my target market is ordinary people, this business will find success."

I predicted what would happen in the future. For now, there's no harm in following my vague memory.

"Grandfather, you're well aware that investing from me isn't enough." Bastien sat up with his chin, wanting to know more about how Quinn could achieve his goal.

Bastien was amazed to see Quinn who currently looked very clever and authoritative. If I'm honest, that sweet face is better suited to innocence and cheerfulness. However, Quinn chose to be independent and full of strategy. "Without being guided, he already had a mature decision. I'm at a loss for words." The old man then smiled proudly, "I seem to have to throw a party for you, Quinn. I'm so proud of you and I want to appreciate it."

Quinn chuckled softly. He didn't want the work to be interrupted by the party, so he needed to reject his grandfather's kindness. "Grandfather was in a hurry. Just keep it when the factory is done." The cute girl was silent for a while before holding her grandfather's hand. "Grandfather remembers, right? tomorrow we're gonna paint a family member in Grandpa's studio."

"Yes, my dear grandson. I've emptied all my schedule tomorrow morning just for that."

It is not said that Bastien already knows Quinn's tactics in marketing Oddeth's talent. The arrival of Bastien and his family is the greatest spark of curiosity of all humans including the nobles near there. Most likely after seeing the results of Oddeth's painting, the ordinary girl would soon be flooded with orders.

Even so, Bastien chose silence and pretended not to know. After all, the Quinn strategy does not harm even it is profitable for both parties. "Oh yes, grandfather. Does Grandpa still keep Grandma's dresses?"

Bastien gasps. The topic of this language suddenly deviated. "Yes, everything is still well preserved."

"Can I borrow one? I'd like to use it to attend the tea party Raiden held the day after tomorrow."

"Do you really want to wear classic dresses that are a bit less fashionable and outdated?"

"Why not? I like my grandmother's elegant and simple dress."

"I won't doubt you about anything. Do whatever you want to do."

After Bastien left the library, Quinn continued her record-keeping activities. He's still trying to remember Gray Morrison. "If it's not wrong he'll be fired ahead of Raiden's coronation. Ah, but I don't know what's the reason behind the sudden dismissal and imprisonment."

The distraught Quinn finally took out a new paper to channel what she had in mind. "I need to find out who actually supplied the poison to Raiden."

"Eh wait a minute. Wait." Wait."

I would assume that Gray is not currently employed to make medicine but to make poison.

"It would make sense to see the end of the great scientist. Raiden must've scapegoated Gray." Quinn recorded the provisional conjecture he had. "There's no way Raiden's gonna let Gray make him some medicine, and there's no way he's gonna lose his chance to ascend the throne as soon as possible."

Quinn got up from the chair and kept pacing back and forth to choose who she would make a partner with. "Who else is the expert in cultivating plants. I need it now while the factory is built."

He suddenly remembered someone when he had just returned to his past. Someone who has a test tube in his study. "Hahaha, you're great, Quinn. I forgot about Christian. He also has a drug-making skill. Maybe I can get him to work together."

While waiting for Christian to finish his work, Quinn continued to observe the narrow space where he sold concoction drugs secretly. There is a test tube rack in one of the tubes there is a liquid extract from a plant. In addition, Finn himself once said that he is good at making elixirs, even Penelope itself is one of his regular customers. "She's probably already trying to experiment now."

The straight black haired girl was yawning tired. "I'm not used to being a busy person, it turns out to be tiring as well."

He tidied up the books scattered on the table and collected all the papers that had been stained by his ink. "I have a lot of agenda. I'd better get some quick sleep today."

Quinn threw herself into the big, soft bed underneath. His bones and nerves were strained because Quinn used his brain to think. To stretch his stiff muscles he was no longer powerful. "I wish I could face Izek properly. It's been a while, but I haven't made a fatal mistake with him."

poke! poke!

"What's that sound?"

Quinn wore a scarf to cover her shoulders because the nightgown she was wearing was not thick. He thought it was a tree branch that was accidentally blown by the wind then knocked on the balcony window.

Just as Quinn opened the balcony door, someone seemed to have just landed from the roof right in front of him. The faces of the two were very close. "R-raiden? what are you doing here."

"Good night, Quinn. I came to take off the miss."

Is he crazy? why come to me these nights?

Quinn stepped back to be able to breathe a little. The daughter of the couple Savero and Sirena was hoping Raiden had not heard her mutter since earlier.

Raiden restrained Quinn's chin, directing the girl to look at him. "You don't seem happy with my arrival. Did I just make a mistake?"