It is my Destiny to be the Savior of the Protagonist

As soon as Rebecca heard of Ariadne’s plan to reveal the Elixir, she knew what danger she was trying to avoid and what she was trying to gain.

‘Mass production after public donation.’

By donating the recipe, enmity with the temple due to the elixir was fundamentally blocked. In addition, it gained trust and honor in that it donated what anyone could see to be monopolized. It’s a shocking event, so rumors would spread quickly. The existence of the elixir was quickly notified, and at the same time, it was possible to clearly recognize where the originator who developed the medicine was. Also, if they prepared for mass production in advance while releasing the elixir on the black market, they could preoccupy the market faster than the temple, which would start preparing after receiving the recipe.

There was also a way to sneakily buy all the main ingredients in advance. It would be difficult to monopolize the material at all, as it would ruin the reputation she had earned. In any case, under these conditions, there were infinite ways to preoccupy the market. A miraculous potion that was difficult to find on the black market and was recognized by the temple… If they put it on the market, it would sell like wings. After that, it didn’t matter if the recipe got leaked or some fakes went around. It is because people would already know that ‘Ariadne Eldeer’s Elixir’ was genuine.

‘To the extent that she donates recipes to the temple, she has confidence in its quality. It’s a medicine she’ll entrust her life with, but of course I’d rather buy something trustworthy than a counterfeit.’

As a top-tier owner, she knew very well how important it was to dominate the market through preoccupation. It was a market where no other competitor would even emerge. Because, on the surface, the temple had the recipe. There were no competitors other than temples, and even if temples produced elixirs in earnest, they were no match in terms of volume or distribution. A temple that couldn’t operate the upper ranks would at best be at the level of directly selling out a small amount produced by mobilizing priests. They couldn’t take advantage of profiteering like a monopoly, but they could accumulate enormous wealth by setting a fair price.

‘The elixir is worth that much.’

Seeing that she dared to come up with a plan to bring in the temple, the Elixir must have been effective in purifying the polluted land.

‘Everybody on the continent would want to buy an elixir just for the treatment of pollution, but if the contaminated area is cleaned up… And there was no friction with the temple. Rather, it would become a thick friendship. The more she thought about it, the more she got goosebumps. Rumors while releasing small amounts on the black market would rise and the fact that it was difficult to obtain could raise expectations.’

In addition, if you think more soberly, you can test and control the side effects or aftermath of new drugs in advance. Without the investment in testing or the risk of losing credibility.

‘I bet she didn’t foresee such a thing.’

Anyway, she couldn’t believe it was an idea that came from a child’s head.

‘Is it really a plan that took all of this into consideration? Are you eight years old for real?’

She put down her pipe and stood up. She just couldn’t stay still.

“Father, the guest room is ready, so stay as long as you want. I’m alone.”

“Yes? Where are you going?”

“To Weaver. We will leave right away.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, I need to see my nephew as soon as possible.”

Rebecca smiled and rushed out of the room with her entourage. The Archmage, left alone, grumbled gloomily.

“I want to go see my granddaughter too…”

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Rebecca Garcia reached Weaver’s mansion like a storm. She went in such a hurry that when she arrived at the blizzard castle there was no one to greet her.

“She went on a picnic?”

Rebecca asked in bewilderment. The butler responded politely.

“Yes, both Master and Madam went on a spring picnic to the lake.”

“Neither of them are the type to go leisurely on a picnic. I don’t know if it’s training or subjugation. What kind of wind did it blow?”

“Miss Ariadne has gotten pretty strong.”

“Oh, it’s for her. Does she look pretty?”

“Yes, because she is a lovely person.”

The butler replied with a hearty smile. Rebecca looked at him curiously. To think that this knife-like butler had such a relaxed expression.

‘Looks like she’s not just a smart kid.’

“Then where did Erich go? Is he on guard?”

“Young master also went on a picnic. Ariadne requested that he be allowed to go out today.”

“They are all gone. When are they coming back?”

“It’s too much for the lady to stay out all night yet, so she’ll be back in the evening.”

Rebecca’s expression darkened. The reason why she went there was Ariadne.

“I will guide you to your room.”

“No, I’ll just go straight to the picnic area. Is it Silver Mirror Lake?”

“Yes.”

She was Garcia now, but Rebecca was also Weaver’s daughter, born and raised by Weaver. She was familiar with the geography of the surroundings. She immediately headed for the lake shore. Thanks to riding the spirit water summoned by her aide Poton, she quickly recovered. On the shore of Silver Mirror Lake, there was a field with colorful spring flowers in full bloom. A clear lake created by melting glaciers was overlooked below the fields. Here and there in the field, spirit beasts lay languidly.

A white leopard sparkling like ice, a light green eagle translucent like emerald, a black horse like a statue of steel, and a red snake made of blazing flames but not burning a flower. Weaver was enjoying a picnic among the crowd surrounded by the tall and mysterious creatures. The spirit beasts who recognized Rebecca did not stop her from approaching.

As she approaches them, she was nearly stopped by Sare.

‘What is that?’

The stern-looking Marquis had a crown on his head and smiled like an idiot. He was having a hard time weaving the little flowers with his big hands. The Countess, who seemed like the embodiment of a strict knight, was also wearing a garland. She seemed to have given up on making a wreath, but she was in the process of adorning the little girl’s lush hair with flowers.

‘That girl is Ariadne Eldeer.’

From the side Rebecca was approaching, only her back was visible. As if the sunlight had been cut, her long, gorgeous platinum hair was intertwined with flowers that the Countess had hung, giving off a spring vibe. The girl was about to place the wreath in her hand on Erich. Erich dodged here and there, with a reddened face. Even though the boy was shouting, he didn’t get up, whether he really hated it or not. Finally, the girl placed a crown on his soft silver hair.

Erich’s expression changed to be able to see. Instead of reflexively looking down, shaking his arms.

‘Erich is putting up with things like that?’

Veronica was distracted by her giggling as she watched it.

‘Is this the first time I’ve seen that dazed Veronica smile like that?’

As he moved a little closer to her, Veronica stopped laughing and glared at her. Poton, who was next to her, was startled and raised his hand on his sword with a bloody look.

“I’m not your enemy, Nika. You’ve seen her too.”

The Countess laughed and said, then got up from her seat.

“Welcome, Miss Rebecca.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir Seliana.”

The Margrave greeted her after his wife.

“You arrived earlier than expected, Rebecca.”

“So my brother isn’t happy?”

“I’m sure it’s my naughty younger sister since I saw that she started betting on a fight as soon as she arrived.”

Erich also quickly stood up and said hello.

“It’s been a while, aunt.”

“Long time no see. Oh my, my nephew has grown a little taller. The corolla also suits you well.”

Erich was embarrassed and looked like he wanted to die. Rebecca chuckled as she looked at her other nephew.

“Where is my other nephew?”

The girl, with flowers hanging from all over her curly hair, bent her knees, clutching the hem of her dress with her tiny hands.

“Nice to meet you, aunt. This is Ariadne Eldeer.”

The child who greeted her clearly smiled brightly with a flushed cheek. Her big blue eyes shone like beads of glass in her curved eyes.

Rebecca involuntarily pressed the soft child on the cheek and Ariadne blinked her eyes in puzzlement.

“Ah”

“What are you doing?”

The Marquis was startled and embraced her as if she were stealing a child. Rebecca muttered blankly.

“No, I thought it was a living doll.”

“I thought that, too. I want to touch her cheeks too.”

At her words, Veronica interrupted in a rare quick tone. Erich jumped out as Rebecca nodded her head at Veronica.

“Auntie, it’s not, that kid’s body is weak, so you shouldn’t touch her carelessly like that. Please wash your hands first.”

In an instant, her eyes focused on Erich. Erich frowned at her strangely.

“Did I say something wrong?”

* ♦ ♦ ♦ *

Ariadne sat in her parlor alone with Rebecca Garcia. They said that it was all right for her to stay with the Marquis or her Countess. Since the other person was not a stranger, but family members and everyone withdrew meekly.

“Rebecca Garcia…”

The name did not appear in the original story. The only thing that appeared in the novel was the name of the Sangdan. Erich Weaver only mentioned it once in passing that his aunt was the head of Garcia.

‘I thought she looked like my mother, but she doesn’t look much like her.’

Based on her mother, she was a much more intense beauty than she had vaguely imagined. She wore a lot of jewelry on her fancy outfit, but her features were more vivid than those decorations.

Rebecca took out her pipe, paused, looked in Ariadne’s direction, and she put it back.