Meanwhile, bright sunlight poured through the broken glass window into Jella’s second-floor room.

Of Niel and Yupheon, who were lying side by side on the floor, Yupheon was the first to open his eyes.

“Where is…”

Yupheon blinked and looked around, then discovered Niel sleeping right beside him.

“What is this?”

The first thing he saw upon opening his eyes in the morning was this man. Feeling displeased, Yupheon kicked Niel, who was sleeping soundly.

“Urgh…”

Niel let out a low groan.

Watching him and clicking his tongue, Yupheon tilted his head at a strange sense of déjà vu, then suddenly remembered last night’s events.

‘Ah…’

That’s right. This was Jella’s room.

After being released from confinement in the cathedral annex, he immediately came to Yetrisha looking for her.

He had found her new pharmacy building and, sensing something was wrong, climbed through the broken glass window.

And here he found Niel Alpenhayer dying from an assassin’s sword meant for her, and…

Not wanting that man to die in her place, he saved the man he had always wanted to kill.

In exchange, she discovered that he had killed God.

“Jella?”

“……”

After looking dazed for a while, she suddenly looked at him and smiled, so he smiled back without knowing why…

His last memory was of her reaching her hand toward him.

He had been asleep here ever since, until he just woke up.

Yuphe realized that the energy remaining in his body was her magical power.

Jella had put him to sleep with magic and fled.

Her action was so cute that he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s too much. Leaving me here with this man.”

Perhaps it was because her magical power still lingered faintly. He didn’t feel particularly unpleasant.

At that moment, Yupheon instinctively turned his head at the sound of the closed door opening and met eyes with the man entering the room.

“You’re awake.”

Cail Aleret said, looking at him with a pathetic expression.

“What? Where’s Jella, and why are you here?”

Yupheon frowned, feeling his mood instantly sour from what had not been so bad just moments ago.

Cail showed him the assassin’s corpse he was holding in one hand and asked.

“This person, can you revive them?”

“The soul has already left the body. It’s impossible.”

Yupheon briefly glanced at the corpse and answered curtly.

“I see.”

Cail nodded indifferently, as if he hadn’t had much expectation anyway.

Meanwhile, Niel had gotten up, looked around the room, and after assessing the situation, roughly pushed back his disheveled hair.

“Someone is targeting her. Do you have any idea who it might be?”

At those words, Yupheon asked in a questioning voice.

“Are you sure they were targeting Jella? Not you or him?”

“The assassin was clearly targeting her who was staying in this building. Besides, Lord Cail and I coming here last night was unplanned.”

Cail nodded in agreement with Niel’s answer.

“But Jella, who would, why?”

“……”

“……”

However, no one could answer the follow-up question.

“How exactly does the Alpenhayer Empire manage the capital’s security that assassins can just break in?”

“……”

Yupheon provoked him, but Niel silently ignored him and tidied up his appearance.

All of yesterday’s wounds had been healed, but he wasn’t particularly surprised.

He was only troubled by his torn and bloodstained shirt. If he returned like this, the palace servants would make a fuss, as expected.

“Well, just because they’re dead doesn’t mean we can’t find who’s behind this.”

Niel, now impeccably groomed, walked toward the assassin’s corpse that Cail was holding.

He searched the body and, after checking a tattoo on the inside of the forearm, smiled slightly.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on some unsavory groups recently, and now that I know their affiliation, I can quickly find out by tracing the flow of money into this organization.”

He had one more task to do upon returning to the palace.

Niel left immediately, as if every moment was precious.

However, unlike Niel, who obediently returned to the palace, Yupheon had somehow settled himself at the table.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Cail raised one eyebrow.

“You should leave, too.”

“Why should I? I came to see Jella.”

“Leave. It’s almost time for her to return.”

“Then I definitely can’t go! I came to see Jella, I said!”

Yupheon tried to hold his ground, insisting he wouldn’t leave until Jella returned, but was eventually driven out by Cail.

“That d*mn slave. I’ll kill him.”

Expelled, Yupheon glared at the closed pharmacy door and muttered ominously.

Then he suddenly paused as he caught sight of Cail cleaning the pharmacy with a broom and dustpan through the glass.

Now that he looked, the pharmacy that had been in complete disarray last night was now clean and tidy without a single bloodstain.

“…He’s really consistent, that man.”

Yupheon couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But if things continue like this, there will be trouble.”

His eyes narrowed as he stared at Cail.

The energy gradually leaking from Cail’s body was definitely concerning.

“Well, if trouble comes, that’s fine by me.”

But soon he smiled and turned away sharply.

***

Reluctant to waste the hotel fee, Jella stayed in the hotel room until checkout time before leaving.

When she returned to the pharmacy, it was clean and tidy as Cail had promised.

Niel and Yupheon were gone, and there was no sign of the assassins’ bodies. Cail, who had said he would clean up after her, was also nowhere to be seen.

“Ah, what a relief.”

She thought it was for the best, as she felt awkward about seeing all three of them again.

If I run into Niel Alpenhayer again and he really confesses to me, what would I even say?

And what about Yupheon Arne? He really doesn’t seem to be in his right mind.

And Cail Aleret. He keeps making strange expressions whenever I try to ask him something.

Jella muttered to herself and shook her head.

“By the way, who sent those assassins?”

In her previous life, she had faced assassins as often as she breathed.

But what reason would there be for assassins to come after her now, when she was neither the emperor’s daughter who might threaten the throne nor the tyrant Emperor Jella Shunaibel?

“I’m sorry, Jella. I accidentally killed them all.”

Last night, Cail had been dejected, saying it was his mistake, but there was nothing to be done about it now.

If there really was someone trying to harm her, they would surely come back, and she could deal with them then.

“If they’re going to come back anyway, I hope they come quickly.”

Moving her body would probably help clear her complicated mind faster.

With that thought, Jella started preparing to receive customers while stretching.

As she was organizing the counter and throwing open the pharmacy door, she felt someone watching from a distance.

‘Oh? That person!’

The man spying on Jella’s pharmacy was none other than Arne with a gaunt expression.

Arne had collapsed after vomiting blood from taking Jella’s hangover remedy the previous night and had barely gotten up in the morning.

He gritted his teeth as he glared at Jella through the pharmacy.

It seemed certain that she had noticed his scheme and given him poison to eliminate him.

Moreover, all the assassins he had sent last night had died.

‘She must have noticed something. D*mn, she’s not a woman to be careless around. What should I do now?’

As he was contemplating his next move, his eyes met directly with Jella’s.

“Customer!”

Jella, spotting Arne, approached with a bright smile.

“You’re yesterday’s customer, right?”

“Yes? No, I’m…”

Arne was startled and unconsciously backed away, waving his hands. But Jella was quicker in grabbing his hand.

“I really wanted to thank you for yester…!”

“Oh? It’s Jella! The witch Jella!”

At that moment, children in the street spotted Jella and shouted.

One of them threw a stone toward where Jella and Arne were standing.

“What, what’s going on?”

While Arne was blinking in confusion.

Jella narrowed her eyes fiercely and caught the flying stone.

“You kids. I told you to stop these dangerous pranks.”

The hard stone turned to powder in her palm.

The children screamed and ran away.

Arne’s mouth fell open at the sight.

“Oh my, were you surprised? Those kids seem to think it’s a fun game since I responded a few times, and they keep playing these dangerous pranks.”

She shook her head as she watched the fleeing children.

“I should catch them one of these days and give them a proper scolding.”

Jella smiled brightly and dusted off her hands. The crushed stone fragments fell to the ground.

‘So, is she saying she’s going to turn those small children into fragments like that stone? How evil…’

Arne was horrified. Although he had done terrible things using people’s life force, he had never harmed children.

While Arne was looking at Jella as if she were a villain.

“Oh? It’s Sister Jella!”

“Sister!”

“Sister Jella!”

Suddenly, rough-looking men flocked to her.

“Did you resolve that troublesome matter last night?”

“Yeah, well. Did you guys have fun before going home?”

“Yes, that bastard Felitz died first. What a waste of his size.”

“Ah, I really wanted to properly fight with you too, Sister. What a shame.”

Jella patted the shoulders of the bantering men and grinned.

“Don’t worry. Next time, I’ll properly kill you guys.”

Arne’s expression gradually paled as he listened to their conversation.

‘What? Properly kill them? What kind of woman is she?’

He had briefly heard from Tenes that Jella was a sister figure in the underworld, but having no interest in humans and unable to even remember the emperor’s name, he had completely forgotten.

“Oh right, I have something to ask Felitz. Tell him to come see me when he sobers up.”

“Yes, Sister!”

“Have a good day today too, Sister!”

After the burly men disappeared, Jella turned back to Arne and smiled brightly.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Wh-what brings me here? What do you mean?”

“You’ve been staring at me for a while. Didn’t you come because you have something to say to me?”

He tried to feign ignorance but failed.

“Was there a problem with the medicine?”

Jella asked with a seemingly serious expression.

Arne inwardly trembled at her audacity.

All her medicines were poison.

Remembering the pain of last night when his organs twisted and his esophagus burned, he felt nauseous.

‘Is she checking my reaction after putting poison in the medicine to eliminate me?’

Judging that Jella was definitely playing mind games with him, Arne answered, determined not to lose.

“No. There was no problem at all.”

“Ah, that’s a relief!”

Jella smiled broadly, delighted.

“But if there was no problem, why were you spying on me from here?”

“Th-that’s…!”

When Arne couldn’t answer, Jella tilted her head and looked at him.

At that seemingly innocent gaze, Arne felt a chill run down his spine.

He broke into a cold sweat, thinking that if he didn’t answer properly here, he would be in big trouble.