Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

 

“Hemion, next is the pharmacy.”

 

“Could you organize this, Hemion?”

 

“Hemion!”

 

“Hemion, can you give me the budget spreadsheet?”

 

Handing the documents to Rohiriel, Hemion internally screamed. She felt like her name was being called more than a hundred times a day.

 

At this point, it was driving her crazy.

 

‘Please, I just want to take a break!’

 

With Zenid, the head maid of the Garnet Palace, absent due to palace affairs, Hemion found herself even busier than before.

 

Whether Rohiriel knew about Hemion’s feelings or not, she remained focused on the paperwork without even casting a glance at her.

 

Hemion couldn’t help but admire Zenid, who had endured such situations.

 

“Hemion, bring me one medicine from the pharmacy.”

 

“A medicine?”

 

“If you look inside the first drawer, there should be a yellow potion. Please.”

 

“Yes……..”

 

Hemion sighed and reluctantly went to the adjacent room.

 

Though there were still traces of the attack during the spring banquet, most things had been restored.

 

As Hemion opened the drawer as instructed by Rohiriel, she found a vial with yellow liquid.

 

‘She’s been taking this a lot lately.’

 

She had asked what medicine it was and why she was taking it, but Rohiriel had casually dismissed it as a nutritional supplement.

 

Observing the medicine for a moment, Hemion clicked his tongue briefly and returned to the office.

 

“Here you go, Your Highness.”

 

As Hermione placed the bottle on the desk, Rohiriel glanced at it before putting down her pen.

 

“Thank you. What’s the next schedule?”

 

She uncapped the vial. Watching the yellow liquid disappear down Rohiriel’s throat, Hemion answered.

 

“It’s Natya’s appointment. Today is the last one.”

 

“…Right. I need to check her blood test results too. When is it scheduled?”

 

“In about fifteen minutes.”

 

Rohiriel handed the empty vial to Hemion and frowned. Then, whether her head hurt or she had a lot on her mind, she pressed her forehead while letting out a sigh.

 

Hemion hesitated before cautiously asking, “Your highness, would you like to take a break?”

 

“I’m taking a break now.”

 

“…What?”

 

The person who had just been reading documents was definitely not taking a break.

 

Suppressing the impulse to express her thoughts, Hemion let out a forced laugh. At that moment, Rohiriel, after observing Hemion closely, spoke.

 

“I can take care of Natya alone. If you’re tired, take a break. You can lie down for a while over there.”

 

Rohiriel’s blue eyes pointed to the couch.

 

Hemion threw up her hands in exasperation, for she had never heard of a maid resting while her master was busy at work.

 

“No, it’s okay! Rather than me, it seems like your highness is pushing yourself too much.”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

Rohiriel stood up and stretched. Her body felt a bit stiff from sitting for a long time.

 

“Then, let’s go to the clinic.”

 

Due to recent visits from people asking Rohiriel to personally examine them, they had set up a separate clinic.

 

Hemion followed Rohiriel out of the office. Glancing outside, she noticed the sun gradually descending.

 

‘I hope dinner time comes soon.’

 

When dinner time arrives, the Crown Prince will come to have a meal with Rohiriel, and that will inevitably force her to take a break.

 

The workaholic Crown Princess needed rest, even if it was forced upon her.

 

‘How did the rumor of her being a wicked woman come about?’

 

She wasn’t indulging in luxury or debauchery, nor was she engaging in wickedness towards the palace residents.

 

Instead, if she was told to take a break or that she was just a fool who only knew how to work, she would nod her head in agreement. 

 

Hemion’s eyes captured Rohiriel’s figure walking precariously. It reminded her of the image of her sitting in the hallway a few days ago. 

 

‘What if she collapses again?’

 

Without realizing it, Hemion found herself worrying about Rohiriel and anxiously waiting for Julion to arrive.

 

━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━

 

With a creak, the heavy iron door opened, accompanied by a chilling sound.

 

Simultaneously, the nauseating smell of blood wafted in, causing Freck to reflexively hold his breath.

 

Stepping out of the door, Julion removed his gloves and handed them to Freck.

 

The gloves were so stained with blood that he couldn’t tell what color they were originally. Freck glanced briefly inside the door. He could see an unrecognizable red lump.

 

From the sound of panting, it was clear that the person was alive, but there was no sign of life at all. Until a little while ago, when Julion entered, there was a clear presence.

 

The one who had been glaring at Julion with a fierce look earlier now had a completely different atmosphere, making it believable that it was someone else.

 

“Freck.”

 

In response to Julion’s low call, Freck swallowed nervously and bowed his head.

 

He should have answered, but fear kept his mouth from falling open. Fortunately, Julion continued without waiting for an answer.

 

“Where is Pailson?”

 

He must have told him to wait.

 

At the mention of Pailson, Freck barely managed to open his mouth.

 

“He left after receiving an urgent report.”

 

Julion seemed to ponder for a moment, then quickly moved.

 

Creak. Freck hastily locked the iron door.

 

Julion was already almost out of the underground prison. As Freck hurriedly rushed out, Pailson, who was coming back, came into view.

 

“Your Highness, is it ov…”

 

As he approached, Pailson momentarily paused.

 

The look on Julion’s face, as well as the atmosphere around him, felt unnatural.

 

“Is it over…..?” Pailson timidly asked.

 

After glancing at Pailson standing beside him, Julion blinked and shifted his gaze forward.

 

“It might be over, or it might just be the beginning.”

 

What kind of answer is that? If it’s over, it’s over, and if it’s not, it’s not.

 

Pailson wanted to inquire further, but due to Julion’s unusually sharp demeanor, he just sighed inwardly.

 

Instead, he asked another question.

 

“Is he still alive?”

 

It was about Ian Rulios, the prisoner Julion had been questioning earlier.

 

The man who attacked Garnet Palace during the fire incident was later captured by Ares.

 

Rulios, being a powerful family in the underworld, was not publicly known as a vassal of Cassian. 

 

This was because Duke Cassian declared the complete severance of ties with the underworld several decades ago. Since then, he has taken the lead in capturing and dealing with them, proclaiming to eliminate the Empire’s underworld.

 

In reality, it was all a game of catch-and-release for their family. That’s why this capture was so significant.

 

He was a valuable pawn for extracting information about Cassian.

 

As expected, Rulios didn’t easily open his mouth, so Julion eventually had to go in himself, but he didn’t feel good about it.

 

Once again, Julion gave an ambiguous answer without a clear confirmation.

 

“He’s breathing now, but he’ll die soon.”

 

At that moment, Rohiriel’s words to Pailson flashed through his mind.

 

[In any case, the vassals of Cassian have all consumed the poison of restraint. If they speak, the poison spreads throughout their bodies, leading to death. So, they won’t easily open their mouths.]

 

These were the words he heard when he was handed Rulios over in the underground prison of the Garnet Palace.

 

The poison of restraint

 

He couldn’t ask exactly what it was, but he had a rough idea.

 

While Pailson was making various speculations, Julion asked.

 

“What is the urgent report?”

 

“Ah, it’s about the information you provided, your highness. You asked us to investigate its authenticity.”

 

“Alright, did you find anything?”

 

Julion’s golden eyes sparkled as they turned back to Pailson.

 

It was about the information that Rohiriel had handed him in the middle of the night when she came to the crown prince’s palace and offered him a contract marriage.

 

The data contained valuable information such as Roxis’ financial resources, the headquarters of the mercenaries he controlled, and the dark forces he was involved with.

 

The first thing Julion did was verify the accuracy of the information. Despite Rohiriel’s trustworthy demeanor, objective evidence was necessary.

 

The results seemed to have come out today.

 

“It was more than 90% accurate. The remaining 10% is still unclear, but it’s not deemed false.”

 

“…As expected.”

 

“We attacked one of their headquarters to gather additional information. However, what we found was a bit unexpected.” Pailson hesitated, scrutinizing Julion’s reaction.

 

Julion silently urged Pailson to continue with his eyes.

 

“It’s about her highness.”

 

“…Rohiriel?”

 

Complex emotions played across Julion’s face.

 

It was a contradictory expression, as if torn between desperately wanting to hear and not wanting to hear.

 

Pailson continued with his words.

 

 

 

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