A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

He looks at the herbs out of curiosity, but still doesn’t want to buy them.

 “By the way, Jayden, how do we get to the second floor? I thought that’s where we’d go in, but it’s not?” 

They were rather intrigued by the second floor, with its ornately carved walls, white marble, and huge terrace.

 

Jayden recited the phrase he had memorized.

 “It’s not open yet, and VIP invitations will only be sent out to people over a certain amount of money.” “Hmm. What’s the difference if I go VIP?” “I heard they only sell tea on the second floor.” “There’s always plenty of tea. What’s the difference?” 

Although he didn’t have any expectations, Jayden’s tone made him want to ask.

 

Jayden scratched his cheek and replied,

“I didn’t get the full scoop from my employer, but this is the first VIP, so I’m guessing they’re selling special teas and love potions in very small quantities…” 

He stretched the end of his words and grinned broadly.

 “That’s right!” 

The young ladies’ eyes grew fierce before he finished.

 

When he hesitated and stepped back at the sight of their unfamiliar strength, they rushed toward him.

 

A fierce-looking young lady asked gravely.

 “So, Jayden. How much do I have to buy to be a VIP?” 

Just then, the bell that jingled with each door opening sounded clear again.

 

Their carriage was filled with medicinal tea.

 

When a noble family’s carriage pulled up in front of the shop, it naturally became a publicity stunt.

 

It was a secluded area, so they had a wide avenue to themselves.

 

‘If it was in the center of the main street, it would be hard for the carriage to get around.’

 

It was getting busy, and the crowd was growing.

 

Suddenly, the bell rang, and the mercenaries greeted him with a knowing smile.

 “Oh, Arthur, have you come?” “Yes.” 

The old man’s face was a little thin from the hardships he’d endured.

 

Recognizing him, Jayden nudged him in the shoulder and poked him in the side.

 “What, I thought you’d joined the raid, but you’re here for herbs?” “We’re leaving this afternoon.” 

The raiding party they were talking about was not the usual raiding party for hire.

 

In the original story, the royal palace recruited him once a year. He would apply for the palace’s periodic recruitment squads.

 

Those who performed well would be lucky enough to receive a knighthood, or even a knighthood with the honor of being a member of the Royal Knights.

 

After a few months of hard fighting in the palace mercenaries, he returned home.

 

‘Excalibur is about to be chosen.’

 

The King of Britain was to be crowned.

 

Morgana quickly pulled a few other vials from the back and placed them on the counter. His searching eyes turned to her.

 

There was a brief flicker of recognition in his eyes.

 “What’s this?” “Take it, it’s a bonus.” 

It was her last chance to look good.

 

He’d probably return with a great deal of accomplishment, but if the herbs helped, why not?

 

‘If there’s a war, please look out for me.’

 

Arthur nodded faintly and grabbed the vial.

 “I’ll have some, herb.” 

Staring after Arthur as he left, Morgana’s shoulders rose suddenly at the sound of a muffled noise next to her.

 

Turning her head, she saw Kellive, who hadn’t been there for who knows how long, smiling broadly at her.

 “When did you come?” “Just now, but I saw Morgana just now putting the herbs on him.” “You must be mistaken. I don’t think so.” “Yes. Three bottles over there.” 

He snapped and pointed to where she had removed the bottles.

 

Admittedly, I’m a little embarrassed to have been caught in the middle of the whole thing in the lobby.

 

Morgana whispered covertly, covering her mouth with her hand, so the other guests wouldn’t hear.

 “I’ll give you that later when the medicine tea comes out, Confucius’ favorite.” “Okay. You haven’t forgotten that we still need to have another cup of tea together, have you?” 

Oh, come to think of it, I did.

 

In the rush to get the shop ready, I’d forgotten about the appointment.

 “Well, I’m entering the palace tomorrow morning, so how about this evening after I finish up the shop?” “Sounds good. I was looking forward to today.” 

Kellive’s eyes twisted seductively.

 

Come to think of it, today’s outfit was unusually colorful.

 

Everything from the embroidery on his clothes to the delicate details were out of place.

 

I couldn’t help but notice that the handsome man was wearing clothes that fit his body perfectly.

 

As I struggled to recall what this vision was, he politely handed me the box he was holding.

 “Here’s what you asked for.” “Wow, it really only took a day?” 

Opening the lavish red box with its fake gold rim and rubies, I saw clear crystal globes stacked on a cloth.

 

So much for what everyone in Britain said was too difficult.

 “What about the case? Did the wizard ask you to do anything else?” “You can have it, I’m not that picky.” “No. Would you like some medicinal tea?” “The wizard says he doesn’t like tea, and he’s so healthy he doesn’t need herbs.” 

That’s a lot of assertiveness for someone else’s business.

 

Morgana nodded at Kellive, who seemed to be in agreement.

 

Instead, she glanced out the door in the direction Arthur had gone, then nudged him on the heel, silently dismissing him.

 “I don’t know anything about that.” 

When he lowered his head to match her height, she spoke more comfortably.

 “You know, the newly crowned king.” “Cough.” 

He coughed suddenly, clutching at his heart as if he’d been struck down by the dreaded disease, even though he hadn’t been drinking.

 

When he was back to his usual calm self, he grinned and asked,

“What?” “Have you seen him?” 

She hadn’t seen the Dark side in person since she’d been in Britain, even though Arthur’s departure meant war would soon be upon them.

 

The man was not what she had expected, either, but she was curious.

 “I was wondering what he was like.” “Hold on, Morgana. Can you give me a minute to think?” 

His expression grew serious, as if something was seriously troubling him.

 

Otherwise, there’s no way he could hesitate like that.

 

Leaning against the wall, he quietly set his jaw and muttered with a serious expression.

 “He’s in good health, sound mind, fit body, solid finances…” 

Even in the noisy store, he was the kind of man who would give others a second glance.

 

Strangely, customers didn’t even look at him as if he wasn’t there.

 

‘Strange to say the least…’

 

Appearance-altering magic tools had long since been banned in Britain.

 

It was a makeshift solution to the frequent raids.

 

‘Confucius never said he could use magic in the first place.’

 

Morgana stood still, staring at his clean, organized face,

 

Just then, the mercenary called out to her.

 “Miss, there’s an interview for the second floor!” “I’m coming!” 

Morgana raised her hand to indicate that she’d heard, and gestured to Kellive with her eyes.

 

He looked like he had a lot to say, but he settled for a smile and a wave.

  

Age, origin, gender. None of that mattered.

 

A perfect mastery of aristocratic etiquette.

 

That was Morgana’s requirement for the second-floor staff.

 

It didn’t matter if they were former palace servants, or if they had worked in the noble family for a long time.

 

The concept of VIP was that of a private banquet.

 

They had to find someone who would be tight-lipped and not give away information about the guests who would be the center of attention.

 

It was a demanding position, and the salary was triple the normal weekly rate.

 

Morgana stared at the candidates who came in for interviews.

 

Most were ordinary, but one stood out.

 

A pink-eyed woman timidly avoided her gaze.

 

Her stiff posture, shaky legs and hands, and clothing that covered her up to her neck were not typical for warm Britain.

 

Morgana went through the interviews one after the other, and when she was the last one left, she asked casually.

 “So, Brenna, are you from the Kingdom of Arka…” 

Before Morgana could finish the question, her shoulders leaped up.

 “I, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

She bowed her head unceremoniously, just to ask a question.

 

As she bowed, a peculiar, odd pattern peeked out from between the slightly peeking sleeves.

 

Brenna clutched her sleeve nervously and lowered her head.

 “I never meant to deceive you. It used to be legal to use magic tools, but the laws have changed over the years…” 

Deceived me?