Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

 

 

Julion has been spending extremely busy days recently.

 

The main reason was Count Camer, and only today had he managed to decide on a course of action and issue a public announcement.

 

It was still far from enough, but this much seemed to be the limit.

 

“Phew…”

 

Julion, who was about to leave his office, sighed. Seeing him like this, his attendant, Freck, awkwardly hunched over his shoulders.

 

Julion has been acting rather sensitive lately, perhaps due to fatigue.

 

Julion let out consecutive sighs and roughly closed the documents he had been looking at.

 

“Freck.”

 

“Yes, your Highness!”

 

The eagerness in Freck’s voice made Julion look at him strangely for a moment, and then he sighed again.

 

“What’s the Crown Princess doing?”

 

It was that question again.

 

Freck struggled to control his expression and lowered his head slightly.

 

“I heard that Her Highness had gone to visit the Empress.”

 

Due to Julion asking this question two or three times a day, Freck had to keep track of the Crown Princess’ schedule, which had nothing to do with his own duties.

 

Although Freck answered with the utmost sincerity, Julion furrowed his brow as if he had some dissatisfaction.

 

“When is she returning to Garnet Palace?”

 

“…I’m afraid I don’t know that, Your Highness.”

 

Seeing him unable to control his expression, Freck bowed his head deeper.

 

Julion clicked his tongue softly while looking at Freck.

 

“I should go visit the Empress.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“They say the Empress has recovered well.”

 

“Ah, yes. But didn’t you visit her yesterday as well?”

 

“She might be feeling even better today.”

 

Thoughts of doubt about whether that was truly the reason surfaced in Freck’s throat, but he held them back.

 

Instead, he looked at the stack of documents on the desk, swallowing dryly in anxiety.

 

“But, Your Highness, there are still so many documents…”

 

“I’ve already handled the urgent matters.”

 

“Viscount Pailson begged you to do this. The documents on your desk are the matters that you must resolve today.”

 

Viscount Pailson was recently appointed by the Crown Prince as an aide.

 

With the increasing workload, they had no choice but to appoint an aide, but he turned out to be quite a nagger.

 

Julion frowned as he thought of Viscount Pailson’s nagging, then glanced at the stack of documents like they were his sworn enemies.

 

“Ugh… Alright, I got it.”

 

In the end, Julion picked up his pen again.

 

As Julion read through the documents, his eyes burned with intensity.

 

Freck watched Julion finish his work at a frantic pace in disbelief.

 

‘Is he really going to be okay working at this crazy pace?’

 

Freck couldn’t understand why the Crown Prince suddenly proposed to the Lady of Cassian.

 

He was a crown prince who despised and detested the Cassians.

 

When had he seen her, or when had he fallen in love with her, and how could he propose to her so openly?

 

Furthermore, when did he first encounter the lady, who hardly ever participated in external gatherings, and if so, when did he fall in love with her to the point of publicly proposing? Especially when Rohiriel, known for mistreating servants, driving them away frequently, and causing trouble even among the nobility at parties, was considered a villainess.

 

‘She’s nothing like the rumors.’

 

A beautiful noblewoman who, contrary to rumors, is very bright, cheerful, and sparkling.

 

Not a single word had been uttered in Garnet Palace about the crown princess’ viciousness.

 

Perhaps the Crown Prince had discovered the true nature of Rohiriel and fallen in love with her.

 

Freck couldn’t help but wonder if she was truly well physically.

 

He had been terrified when he saw the princess collapse during the trial.

 

He couldn’t forget how the Crown Prince looked at that time.

 

How ferocious his momentum was that Freck lost weight in those few days and his uniform became loose.

 

“Is this the end of it?”

 

While Freck was thinking about this and that, Julion was turning over the last document. Julion’s golden eyes gleamed brightly, as if they were on fire, in the prolonged sunlight that filled the office.

 

“Your Highness, I have arrived.”

 

Knock, knock.

 

With the sound of a knock, an unwelcome guest entered the room.

 

A man with long greenish-gray hair, which appeared golden in the sunlight, stepped in and added his weight to the stack of documents on the desk.

 

Julion looked from the papers at the man in disbelief, then spoke up with irritation. 

 

“Viscount Pailson, I hope you’re not going to tell me some crazy story about how this has to be done today.”

 

“Oh, come on. Even Your Highness needs some rest. These documents can wait tomorrow. However…”

 

Pailson pushed up his glasses and picked up the stack of papers at the top of the pile.

 

“This one seems like something you should look at right away.”

 

Julion’s expression immediately crumpled.

 

Even though he was the acting Emperor, this was too much.

 

“It’s from the imperial court. It’s something that can’t be delayed any longer.”

 

“Imperial court?”

 

Julion took the document and quickly skimmed through its contents.

 

It was a desperate request from the Moromic Territory for the palace to send a delegation. 

 

Looking at the section where the council had specifically requested, his eyebrows furrowed.

 

“This was supposed to be the responsibility of the Palace Chief Physician.”

 

“Yes, in the absence of the Palace Chief Physician, Your Highness needs to approve it.”

 

“I am not familiar with the affairs of the Palace Infirmary.”

 

“Then would you like to delegate authority to the assistant chief physician?”

 

Julion hesitated.

 

He remembered how the assistant chief physician had failed to properly diagnose Rohiriel when she had collapsed.

 

“No, he’s not competent enough.”

 

“What would you like to do then?”

 

Julion pondered.

 

There was one ideal solution, but it was quite troublesome.

 

However, no matter how much he disliked working as the Crown Prince, Julion had to do his best. He replied with a determined expression.

 

“Summon the Assistant Chief Physician and Dr. Barmid. We will discuss and decide together.”

 

The assistant chief physician was the one who had called for a medical examination for Rohiriel, and summoned Dr. Barmid.

 

That’s a sign of skill and authority.

 

Additionally, while the Assistant Chief Physician was from the Empire, Dr. Bamid was from the Yalon Kingdom. Discussing with both of them would lead to a fair decision.

 

“Wise, Your Majesty.”

 

The smirk on Pailson’s stern face made Julion feel an overwhelming urge to throw his pen away.

 

He shouldn’t have brought an aide with him after all.

 

In frustration, he glanced out the window. The sun was already blazing red.

 

For some reason, he thought of Rohiriel’s face.

 

A woman who had nothing to do with the color red.

 

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The atmosphere in Tishrit Palace was filled with eerie tension.

 

Only the personal physicians of the Empress and Emperor were allowed inside the curtains.

 

I carefully stepped inside, my gaze immediately focusing on the Emperor lying on the ornate bed.

 

“He lost a lot of weight. He was a handsome man…….”

 

The Empress’ voice was tinged with sadness as she gently caressed the Emperor’s thin hand.

 

The only nutrients he received were through the medicine they administered orally, so it was only natural that he looked like this.

 

“Let’s begin with the examination.”

 

Approaching the bed, I started by examining the Emperor’s eyelids. 

 

‘It’s almost as if he’s just sleeping peacefully.’

 

His pulse and breathing were slow but steady, even relaxed.

 

I continued with a detailed examination of his lungs, running various tests, but my conclusion remained the same: he appeared to be in a deep slumber, and nothing else. Despite my efforts, I couldn’t discern the cause of this state.

 

“Do you mind if I take a blood sample?”

 

“Drawing blood… you mean to say?”

 

The Empress’ voice trembled slightly.

 

It wasn’t an easy decision to make, considering it was none other than the blood of the supreme ruler of the Empire.

 

Drawing it so casually wasn’t something one could easily agree with.

 

I opened my mouth to further explain why I needed to draw blood.

 

“Your Majesty, at this moment—”

 

“Just do it.”

 

However, before I could properly begin my explanation, the Empress coolly made her decision.

 

“Actually, Dr. Bamid had already insisted on drawing blood in the past. But at that time, the chief physician, the assistant chief physician, and other medical staff strongly opposed it, so I didn’t allow it.”

 

The Empress spoke with a self-deprecating smile.

 

“I regret that decision now. I wish I had been more open-minded. So, I had been thinking of asking Dr. Barmid to conduct a blood test soon.”

 

“I see.”

 

It seemed her thoughts had changed while experiencing improvement directly through injections. 

 

If I had insisted on drawing the Emperor’s blood before treating her, she might not easily accept it.

 

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I’ll do my best…….”

 

“Then please proceed.”

 

I knelt beside the bed and carefully rolled up the Emperor’s sleeves to expose his arm.

 

His thin, bony arm had a sickly hue.

 

‘Greenish spots on the skin…?’

 

While they were not visible on the hands and face, the deeper layers of the skin displayed pronounced dark green spots.

 

Red or black spots were common skin abnormalities, but green was decidedly unusual.

 

Among all the diseases I had encountered, there was only one that presented greenish spots.

 

‘My mother also had greenish spots. Very similar to the Emperor’s.’

 

An inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in my heart.

 

I steadied my trembling emotions and located the vein on the Emperor’s forearm. Then I carefully inserted the needle to draw the blood.

 

 

 

 

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