Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

 

 

Hemion was full of questions from the moment she regained consciousness.

 

At first, she was surprised to be alive and wondered who saved her, and then she learned that this place was the Crown Princess’ Palace by listening to the outside sounds.

 

‘Why am I here…….’

 

Unable to grasp the situation properly, she decided to pretend to remain unconscious, and as a result, she gathered more information.

 

“Have you heard the story? They say the Crown Princess cured the Empress!”

 

“Of course I did. These days, there’s no one in the palace who doesn’t know that.”

 

“True. When are you going to tell the whole story? Lately, even the Emperor…”

 

The more she listened, the more amazed she became.

 

The Lady of Cassian, rumored to be a wicked woman, cured someone—and not just anyone but the Empress and the Emperor!

 

“By the way, when will this kid wake up?”

 

“I don’t know. Her Highness is swift. She cured the one who ruined her wedding, and she takes care of her with utmost sincerity.”

 

After hearing that the crown princess had cured her as well, Hemion became even more confused about what she should do.

 

‘She definitely saved me so she could take advantage of me. Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense.’

 

It still vividly played in her mind.

 

The estate was engulfed in flames, with maids fleeing with screams and her siblings brutally murdered.

 

By the time she heard the news that even her last hope, her younger brother, had died, Hemion herself was already intoxicated with an unknown poison.

 

So she chose to appeal in front of everyone during the wedding.

 

She believed that even if she could die, it would be worth it if she could expose Cassian’s crimes and prove her family’s innocence.

 

‘Nothing has changed. Rather, everyone seems to like the Crown Princess…!’

 

This was definitely not the result she desired.

 

One night, as she pondered deeply on what to do, the troublesome Crown Princess came to her.

 

“Hemion Martin, I know you’re awake.”

 

At first, Hemion thought it might be a passing remark and continued to pretend to be asleep.

 

However, feeling the touch of a blade on her throat and the cold, threatening tone of the voice, Hemion ultimately couldn’t help but open her eyes.

 

“Your eyes look healthy, and your voice is clear. Do you feel any discomfort?”

 

The revealed truth was absurd.

 

What she thought was a sharp weapon turned out to be just a spoon, and the once chilly voice became oddly businesslike as it inquired about her physical condition.

 

“Hemion Martin, I have no intention of harming you. If there’s one thing I want, it is to save you.”

 

And the unbelievable story

 

From that day on, the Crown Princess visited every night to check her physical condition and began preparing for future events.

 

First, she instructed her to continue pretending to be unconscious and told her that there was a possibility of an attack soon, and in such a case, she should escape through a secret passage. Also…

 

“It’s unlikely, but if you do run into someone in the garden, pretend to have lost your memory.”

 

“No matter who I meet?”

 

“Yes, no matter who you meet.”

 

“…… Okay.”

 

The Crown Princess considered even the most unlikely scenarios, preparing for every possibility.

 

It was the opposite of Hemion, who had only focused on imminent events.

 

“And if, by any chance…”

 

The Crown Princess added one more thing at the end.

 

Reluctantly, the words she uttered made her infuriated.

 

“If you happen to encounter someone from Cassian and you have to pretend to have lost your memory, you should be prepared to disgrace your parents.”

 

“What… What do you mean?”

 

“You’ll find out when the time comes. Think carefully and act. Are your parents hoping you survive somehow, or would they prefer you to die in a pitiful attempt to protect your honor?”

 

“That is none of your business!”

 

At that moment, she was angry.

 

The Crown Princess left without further explanation, with an expressionless face. However, Hemion spent the night in agony.

 

And today.

 

A gust of wind swept through the quiet palace during the spring banquet.

 

‘The garden seems like a good choice!’

 

Originally, she intended to head towards the distant 21st watchtower.

 

However, after hearing the shout that the palace infirmary was on fire, she changed her destination.

 

The palace infirmary and the 21st watchtower were close to each other.

 

She could hear the knights surrounding the room to protect her.

 

Without hesitation, Hemion left a mark on the floor and entered the secret passage.

 

And to prevent pursuit, she activated the mechanism to collapse the passage.

 

As she exited the underground passage, the fragrance of flowers wafted through the air.

 

‘It’s really deserted.’

 

This was one of the gardens of the vast imperial gardens, a garden in name only, but no one was working there.

 

It was originally built as an evacuation area in case of emergency at the Garnet Palace.

 

Hemion glanced around, sneakily looking out of the window.

 

The sky seemed clouded at first, but upon closer inspection, it was black smoke.

 

“…crazy people.”

 

To think they would cause such a disaster just to catch her.

 

Hemion, feeling helpless, could only hope that no one was hurt.

 

As she watched, her heart grew more uneasy, and then she closed the curtains.

 

Knock knock. A faint but distinct knock reached her ears.

 

“Are you there?”

 

Knock, knock, knock.

 

With the increasing sound, Hemion held her breath.

 

It was too early for the Crown Princess to come.

 

Besides, if it were her, she wouldn’t knock in this manner.

 

Tension ran through her body, and her heart raced.

 

“Are you here? I’ll come in.”

 

And once again, the gentle voice.

 

With insufficient time to return through the secret passage, she desperately searched for a hiding spot.

 

The door opened, making an unpleasant sound.

 

The strong scent of roses wafted in on the breeze, and she caught a glimpse of a woman with tousled purple hair.

 

Realizing it was too late, Hemion steeled herself to act as the Crown Princess had advised.

 

She met the bright purple eyes beneath the tousled hair.

 

“Oh, there you are.”

 

The resolve she had just mustered threatened to crumble like a sandcastle.

 

‘Pull yourself together. Focus!’

 

Even at a glance, the woman exuded nobility in her attire and graceful movements. She walked in with a gentle smile.

 

“I found you, Hemion Martin.”

 

Thud. With each step the woman took, Hemion’s heart rate quickened.

 

‘I am someone who knows nothing. I have no memories.’

 

Self-indoctrinated, Hemion slowly spoke.

 

“Do you… know me?”

 

With an innocent expression, slightly widening her eyes, the woman approached.

 

For a moment, the woman’s eyes glowed strangely, but that was all.

 

“You don’t know me.”

 

Stepping closer, the woman raised her hand to touch Hemion’s disheveled hair.

 

Just before making contact, Hemion flinched and slapped the woman’s hand away.

 

“Why… Why are you doing this? Who are you? I-I’m only here because His Highness the Crown Princess told me to be here; now, I didn’t do anything wrong!”

 

Glancing at her outstretched hand, the woman observed Hemion with a questioning look.

 

“Do you really not know me?”

 

“I’m sorry. I had an accident and lost my me, memories… If you could tell me what our relationship was, I would be grateful.”

 

The woman paused, about to tell him to drop the inane excuse.

 

But she didn’t see hatred in Hemion’s eyes.

 

It seemed both genuine and fake.

 

“Oh, is that so? We were quite close, actually.”

 

The woman’s eyes sparkled as if recalling something amusing, lifting the corners of her mouth.

 

“Especially since a noble family made life difficult for us, we became closer due to comradeship.”

 

Hemion was internally amazed at the absurd story the woman was starting.

 

She had no idea when they became close or who treated them poorly.

 

Nevertheless, Hemion responded with a cheerful smile.

 

“I see. I’ll try to remember that from now on.”

 

“Too bad. You really don’t remember? Claude and Celia, I mean.”

 

At the mention of two names lingering in the air, Hemion nearly gave up everything.

 

Her heartbeats, which were calming down, surged again, and her fingertips trembled.

 

Trying to hide her true feelings with a feigned expression of ignorance, Hemion continued to smile.

 

“Claude, a cheap scumbag even in death. Filthy Celia. Just die together. We had so much fun cursing them, didn’t we? It was really entertaining. Right?”

 

The woman’s face was flushed with joy, seemingly delighted by something.

 

Even in her gaze directed at Hemion, there was a sense of pleasure.

 

“Now, try it too. Claude and Celia, foolish ones who died cluelessly without knowing their fate,”

 

Hemion could no longer endure it.

 

Claude Martin.

 

Celia Martin.

 

The names of her deceased parents.

 

 

 

𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒐-𝒇𝒊