At the age of eight, Francesca was bright, innocent and curious, she was able to get along well with others, the poster child for young ladies everywhere. If one were to compare, she would be more like a heroine than a rival character. And precisely because of Francesca’s character, she could not overlook the fate of her mother, Marianne.
According to the original, Marianne would fall ill with ‘Black Crest Disease’ in the future. The disease causes the person’s magical power to go out of control, it weakens the whole body. As the illness progressed, the skin would become affected by the magical power and a black pattern would emerge. For that reason, it was called ‘Black Crest Disease’. The cause is unknown. It leads to death about one year after contraction, there are currently no cures.
“But, I can cure it. Definitely!”
In the original, the heroine completed a potion which would cure the Black Crest Disease no matter which route you were in. Although the process was not explained in detail, the main outline remained in Fran’s memory.
“Even if it’s the beginning, it’s better than nothing. After that, I only need to work hard.”
Young Francesca believed that possibilities were endless.
Effort would bear fruit; hard work would pay off. If you don’t give up, your dreams will definitely come true. You can change the world as long as your heart is in it.
“Mother, I’ll definitely save you!”
Although it would be different from the original, she would make the cure for the Black Crest Disease. As for what was necessary, first, a better environment. Starting on something so grand, if you don’t prepare properly, you’ll get knocked off your feet. Francesca understood this because of her experience with others in her past life.
So, what material to start with? Francesca immediately ran from the herb garden and headed to her father’s study.
Her father’s name was Ashley di Rosenthal. He was the general of the Claulight army, nicknamed the ‘Cold Royal Marshal’ he brought fear to the neighbouring countries with just that name. His skill as a strategical tactician was high, even if he was at a disadvantage he was able to keep his calm, it brought a lot of victories to the Claulight army.
“Hello father, could I ask…?”
Francesca was shy and fidgety as she tried to breach the topic. It was said that the Duke of Rosenthal, even if his beloved daughter were present, he would keep up the same sharp look… His expressionless face was famous, in the military, people would bet on “Who can make the Duke of Rosenthal laugh first?”
“A favour. I’m listening. Say it clearly.”
“I, I would like to marry father in the future, but I’m worried that father will fall down with illness. Therefore, I want to study potion making…”
In short, the Duke of Rosenthal’s emotions were short-circuiting. For a little girl to say, “I want to marry father,” as a father it would make them more or less happy. However, the Duke of Rosenthal’s face had not changed at all. His face was still expressionless. His gaze was cold and he spoke bluntly.
“I’ll think about it. But don’t expect too much.”
That was his final answer, but still, it was lacking in a clear response. Francesca intended to beg with her heart and soul, was it a failure?
No. It was a great success.
“Francesca, you are Prince Leonhart’s fiancée. You can not marry me. But I understand what you wish for… so in response to that feeling. You should cherish it.”
The Duke of Rosenthal had exceeded whatever Francesca could have imagined. In addition to hiring tutors, she also received lessons from the Royal Academy of Medicine, in short, she built a herb garden from within the mansion.
Francesca who managed to trick (?) her father got what she needed and will finally be able to set off on her original goal. The potion development of the Black Crest Disease. Of course, she wouldn’t just start refining the potion. A foundation of knowledge was needed. Learning medicine, learning pharmacology, she also asked experts on the Black Crest Disease. Francesca was an excellent child, able to absorb everything she learned. Besides, she already had at least a hundred times more magical power than an average person, whether it was an advanced potion which would need the help of multiple people, she was able to refine it by herself.
Seeing the excellence of the prodigal eight-year-old, the adults in the area were astir.
“The only daughter of the Duke of Rosenthal is a genius.”
“This sort of rare phenomenon, she’ll leave behind a name in history.”
“I wonder if she’ll consider my son…”
“That’s impossible. Lady Francesca is already engaged to the Second Prince Leonhart.”
“But still, it wouldn’t hurt to curry favour with her. Her family’s still a Duke’s… Well, favour or not, she was able to single-handedly achieve where she is, that girl.”
For Francesca, everything was going well.
A beautiful appearance and cheerful personality. An honest heart. Everyone she met was on her side, and everyone was willing to lend her power.
Being blessed by her surroundings, the young Francesca was walking along the path of light.