I Will Be The New Me
THE CHAPTER 19

The delivery driver Quinn did not take his eyes off the black-bladed object that began to enter the courtyard of Marquess Sylvestria with those light steps. The driver shook his head in surprise to see Quinn. He can smile easily and greet the gatekeepers cheerfully when he comes to visit a single man at night. It would be an unpleasant rumor for the elite, but it seems that Quinn is not one of the groups that keep a good name.

As soon as Quinn entered the gate, the coachman clamped two fingers on his lips and whistled towards the trees in the front area of the Sylvestria mansion. Not long after that flapping bird wings gradually began to be heard more clearly until finally his form was no longer covered by tree branches.

The black crow flew over and then perched obediently on his wrist. "I've written a letter, please send it to the Prince." The coachman stroked the crow's head for a moment, then he flew back towards the direction he came.

"Don't the Prince get in the way? he is very persistent." murmured the coachman wonder, he was sitting in his place again. "I'm thirsty— oh I forgot about this.." the man held a small bottle of Quinn's giving.

"Yes, hurry up and drink. Perhaps your soul will be pitied by the gods." said Finn, who hides in a tree. His left hand was already holding the carcass of the crow sending the message that the coachman was about to send to Raiden. "But I also wanted to hear what he was talking about with the young Marquess." his grunts were not satisfied because he was assigned to stop the coachman from contacting his master.

While inside the deserted Sylvestria mansion, Quinn sat alone with Izeqiel in the living room. Both of them looked awkward because they had not been face to face this close for a long time. "I didn't think you'd send me a message through a cat. That's funny, hahaha."

Quinn chuckled while holding onto the cheek. "You know what else, I'm being pushed."

"Thank God you got safely. You're a little late, I'm afraid something bad happened to you."

"Sorry, I just stopped by the house for a bit to give Killian a present."

Quinn, just after he left Evan a letter, returned to his room and the two wrote a new letter with different contents. One, he missed the pigeon for Christian. Two, Quinn tied a letter to the tail of the black cat he bought after visiting the painting studio and sent it to Izeqiel. So Quinn did not come, Izeqiel the host already knew his arrival first.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about, Quinn?"

"Before that, Izek.I want to tell you something so you can understand the situation."

Izeqiel, that calm, handsome young man held his breath. This was the first time he had seen Quinn looking at someone seriously and Izeqiel honestly got scared of the girl. "Did I make a mistake?" thought.

"I won't play around like I used to, I'll make money for myself, there's no innocent Quinn like it used to be. So, I came here to discuss business with you."

Her aquamarine blue iris stared at Quinn unblinkingly, "What kind of business do you want to talk to me about? I'm ready to help anytime."

"Eh? I haven't said anything."

"I know you always mean it when you want to do something."

I like you, that's why I'll always trust you. Had I said this, would you have stayed away?

Izeqiel did not hesitate to let out a genuine smile so that Quinn was sure to express what was becoming untrue. "How many cases do children get sick here?" ask Quinn quickly.

"There are probably already ten children who have fallen ill simultaneously this week. Some of the drugs I've been trying to distribute but they don't seem to suit them as they only heal for two days and the symptoms return."

"I've found a drug that I think will be very effective. I'll probably start sharing it tomorrow on behalf of my grandfather. All I want from you is an investment."

"Investment..?" the snow-white-haired young man was confused.

Quinn nodded steadily. "Invest with me. I won't ask for payment for the cure." Izeqiel was still focused on listening to all of Quinn's explanations. "I'll make soap business."

"Soap? can they buy it?"

"Of course, low-class people are my marketing targets. I did deliberately put up the cheapest price so that they could keep them clean with the soap. This is a long-term prevention. Instead of them continue to take drugs that can harm the stomach, is not it better to maintain the cleanliness of the body so as not to be susceptible to disease?"

Izeqiel was amazed to hear Quinn talk as if he was a reliable businessman and not a teenager who was trying to pioneer. "Then?" he seemed enthusiastic to hear the unique idea that the sweet girl had thought of and planned well.

"Listen. The disease is very contagious, the kingdom will be difficult to move quickly because the King is sick while they need a signature, stamp, and so on as approval of budget management. I need enough funds to make more products."

She... Is she real Quinn?

"Maybe this business sounds seasonal and won't bring much profit, but trust me the scale of this marketing will soon expand." at least Quinn has seen what happens in the future, he said, it's not about his business because it's the first time Quinn has thought about making his own business, but about the chaos that will strike the country because Raiden is indifferent to his own people.

Quinn raised one of his brow confused as he knew Izeqiel's mind wasn't completely there. "You hear me no, Izek?"

"O-oh yeah, yeah I'm listening to you."

"What are you thinking? looks like you're confused. I might be able to help you."

Izeqiel scratched at his nape, he was at a loss where to start. "It's actually already entering the dry season and the people in my region are trying to keep their gardens from failing crops. You know, Nefeli city is the cold city that produces the largest food crops, but it will be more expensive if we supply it from there during this dry season. That would make it difficult for those living in Helldelune to keep up with prices with their erratic work."

"Yes, you're right. So where's the problem?"

"But lately they've been reporting to me that their crops are drying up and the resulting fruit is deformed. The river water has not dried up. I'm currently checking the fertilizer they use."

Quinn held her chin while thinking. "Where did they buy that fertilizer?"

"I heard they ordered it from Nepheli because the farmers thought their cold land was better."

"Can I see it?"

"certain. Let me show you."

Quinn took the fertilizer soil and examined it himself, including sniffing the aroma of the fertilizer soil. "Why are you sniffing the ground, Quinn?"

"These fertilizer containments do not match with easily hot and dry soils such as in Helldelune. It has too much salt, so their plants dry twice as fast." Quinn patted his palm to remove the soil fertilizer that stuck.

The girl turned her head to look at Izeqiel while smiling meaningfully. "I know someone who is great at processing fertilizer. If you want, I'll persuade him to send fertilizer here. Regarding payment, you two can discuss it for yourself."

"Thank you, you helped me. What can I do to repay you?" Quinn who would normally never expect the slightest reward, this time before Izeqiel's eyes, Quinn seemed to be thinking of a good reward. "It looks like I'll take the offer when I need it. For now, can you keep all our conversations a secret? I don't want everyone to know about this."

Izeqiel nodded quickly "No problem."

"Then, I'll leave now. Thank you for doing business with me."

Izeqiel didn't seem willing to let Quinn go that fast, "Q-Quinn..."

"Yes?" the girl called by her name stopped stepping and turned to look at the host.

"A-anu, that..." Izeqiel massaged his nape while looking at any direction of origin not directly in sight of the girl he liked as a child.

"Anu?" Quinn raised one eyebrow.

"I just wanted to ask, are you okay? I was worried because I heard that you were living with the Grand Duke."

"Ah, about that apparently? I'm doing fine. The doctor only advised me to look for a new atmosphere so that my sleep disorder would not worsen."

"Thank God."

"Sorry, Izek. We'll have another chat next time, I have to leave soon. It's too late to keep visiting. Good night."

Do not be asked if Izeqiel is dizzy or not, it is certain that his reason is difficult to accept the change from a cheerful gentle girl to a graceful and charismatic adult girl in a drastic time. In any case, the two remain the same girls that Izeqiel had admired, although she still did not understand the situation that prompted Quinn to change her nature and actions.

"I'll support you from behind, Quinn."

Outside the mansion gate...

"Sorry, sir. I'm a little late."

Quinn fused her palms together in front of her face while putting on a regretful expression. The girl took a quick glance at the bottle of prayer water she had taken from the temple, one corner of her lips lifted when it was only a third of the bottle.

"It's okay, Your Honor. This has become my duty. Now let's go home."

"All right."

Before getting into the car, Quinn looks up to one of the tree branches where Finn is still faithfully waiting up there.

Once inside, the car starts to run at moderate speed. Inside there Quinn lifted her skirt. Quinn realized that the house had tied a dagger to her thigh. "Good thing didn't fall. I look pretty cool, yeah. Not really, I'm not doing this for style." the little round-faced girl did her own question and answer.

"Hoaammm, my eyes are already heavy." The coachman who became one of Raiden's spies yawned wide withstanding drowsiness.

Quinn peered out the window to observe the path. "It's far from Izeqiel's house. Maybe this is the time that te— eh?!"

Suddenly the carriage he was riding swayed violently to make Quinn hit the wooden wall of the carriage. "Akh!" his throat hurts, his poor head is heading innocent wood next to his body.

A man in a long robe and mask landed on the train with a foot hard enough that Quinn thought the roof would collapse.

The coachman was shocked. He no longer faced the road but on the train. Just as he saw the mysterious figure, his nape was hit hard enough that he lost consciousness and the horse drove off without a guide.

Quinn had no time to think. He who incidentally never trained physically, chose to jump out of the train after seeing soon the train he was riding grabbed a tree.

At that moment Quinn jumped without a proper landing so she needed to roll on the ground to the point that her dress, face, and hair were messy and dusty. "Oh, sick." he groaned with a body that was still lying on the ground.

Braak!

The loud sound of the collision was heard indicating that Quinn's calculations were correct. The coachman's body fell in front of a tree while the horse carrying his carriage ran away somewhere. "Can you give me a cue? looks like you're going to kill me with that coachman." Quinn told the masked man, "Finn."

"Hehe's sorry, I think you're ready anytime."

Apparently the mysterious masked figure was Finn. Don't blame Finn completely, from the start this was all Quinn de Alger's Shuvillian plan. Jumping out of the train was also Quinn's own plan, of course there was a purpose in itself.

Finn jumped down and approached Quinn. "You okay? anybody hurt? your appearance is like a shag."

"One more time you say that, I'll probably rip your mouth out here right now." Quinn brandished the silver dagger in his grasp in front of Finn's handsome face. "A-ah yeah, sorry. I'm not really making fun of you."

"It is precisely that I need an appearance like this to strengthen my alibi."

"Alibians?"

Quinn did not answer Finn's confusion. Now she was busy taking off the jewelry attached to her body as well as one bag containing silver coins and combining them into one. "I put pastor Christian's pills in that bottle."

"What medicine is it?"

"Ordinary sleeping pills but with more similar effects as alcohol."

"You mean, she won't remember what happened tonight?" asked Finn to confirm his estimate.

"That's how." Quinn stood up after tying his money and jewelry bag to the coachman's waist. "Quickly take him away to a more suspicious place. I'm gonna walk home from here."

"Are you crazy? grand Duke's Palace is far from here." Finn's eyebrows are linked to Quinn's plan, which the girl had talked to him about in Bastien's study. Despite understanding and promising to help, he still could not bear to let Quinn go home alone.

The beautiful blue-eyed girl with the brownish golden pattern ignored Finn's words. She was busy using her dagger to damage the dress she was wearing in order to further make the robbery happen. "Did I tell you to stand here hesitating? a knight must not hesitate in stepping or he will die first in the field of the sword. The burden you need to carry is your sword, not your mind" Quinn said as he stared at Finn flatly.

That cold expression actually made Finn feel something strange in his heart. The young man's earlobe for no apparent reason flushed red along with the owner who turned his eyes away. "I understand. My pride was hurt getting advice from the weak little girl." she replied while scratching the back of her head.

Finn then mustered the coachman's body to carry away so that the man could be seen running away after successfully retrieving Quinn's valuables and leaving her alone in the middle of the night.

"Are you sure you're okay?" repeat Finn before he leaves.

"Yes. Go, we don't have much time."

Finn ran away in the opposite direction to Quinn.

"Huft, for I don't wear my favorite dress." she muttered fondly as she had to ruin her own dress. "My neck hurts a little, like it's because I just carelessly fell down earlier."

Quinn walked leisurely with a shabby appearance.

Suddenly there were three long-robed people intercepting Quinn. Without a cue they immediately drew the sword, showing their original intention of killing him. But Quinn could clearly see the faces of the three men, all of whom were not people Quinn recognized.

"Who are you?!"

The three men grinned widely while coiling around Quinn.

Whose whole are they? I have no preparation for this. Finn is far away.