Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

 

 

“Strangely, Roxis had conducted a very detailed investigation on her highness. Among them, there were some questionable aspects regarding her highness’ finances…”

 

Initially, thinking it was related to Roxis, Pailson carefully read through the documents. However, upon finishing, he found that the contents were solely about Rohiriel, which left him bewildered.

 

It’s not an exaggeration to say that they documented everything about Rohiriel.

 

Pailson quickly organized in his mind how to present the information most ideally and continued the conversation.

 

“They were records of the whereabouts of the funds her highness had accumulated before your marriage. Currently, it seems that all of it is flowing into several guilds.”

 

“Tell me more.”

 

“So… Your Highness must be aware of Wales, Ryzitan, and Koperekona’s Guilds.”

 

“All of them are among the top ten on the continent.”

 

Considering the scale, visibility, and various factors, the ten most influential guilds selected across the entire continent were referred to as the top ten.

 

Wales, Ryzitan, and Koperekona had all gained fame in the last five years and were particularly well-known for providing essential goods, including medical supplies, at low prices for the lower class and the weak.

 

“Yes, most of the funds her highness owns are going into those three top guilds.”

 

“Are you saying she’s sponsoring them?”

 

“Yes, but she’s pouring in almost everything she has, to the point where she hardly has any remaining wealth.”

 

“How much is left exactly?”

 

“That’s…” Pailson paused and glanced at Julion.

 

Julion’s demeanor was becoming increasingly hostile.

 

“It’s only about a hundred gold…”

 

Julion’s eyes narrowed slightly.

 

Pailson was initially baffled, and he double-checked several times. The monthly living expenses for commoners were around 100 gold, yet Lady Cassian, not anyone else, had spent all of her wealth on donations and sponsorships, leaving her with only 100 gold.

 

“What is her connection to those guilds?”

 

“So far, Roxis hasn’t figured it out. There’s no information about it. Should I investigate separately?” Since she was the crown princess, he couldn’t go on and investigate on his own.

 

Julion hesitated, then nodded.

 

“Proceed.”

 

As he gave the order, Julion was already anticipating the expected results.

 

The guilds were all charitable organizations.

 

In society, there were many rumors about where those three guilds got their money to support the lower class. Some mocked them for using all the money they earned elsewhere to do charity work.

 

The imperial family was so impressed with their work that they made several offers of sponsorship but were turned down.

 

They were told that they already had a regular sponsor, that they had enough money, and that they should open the royal treasury for the benefit of the people.

 

‘Could it be that Rohiriel was the one providing the sponsorship?’ 

 

Even so, it would be too much to spend her entire fortune. Even if she became the crown princess, she would still need personal wealth. Besides, Rohiriel would only be crown princess for a year at most.

 

‘No, less than a year.’

 

Thinking that Rohiriel would eventually leave, Julion felt both upset and deeply skeptical.

 

She would be leaving the palace after their contract was up, and at that time, she would need money to do anything.

 

“What do you think the possibility of money laundering is?”

 

“Well, I suppose we’ll have to check to know for sure… but Your Highness, wouldn’t you know better about this?”

 

At the end of the question, Julion realized that it was unlikely.

 

She was a woman who prioritized the well-being of those around her, tirelessly working to save lives while disregarding her own well-being.

 

She even hid her serious illness. How shocked he was when she collapsed while working. 

 

According to the words of Dr. Barmid, the illness was incurable.

 

Rohiriel had apparently created a cure, and she said she was recovering. However, lately, her complexion seemed to worsen, and she appeared to be gradually withering away, causing Julion concern.

 

On top of that, she seemed to be organizing and tidying up everything she would leave behind.

 

“Your Highness? What are….you doing?” Pailson cautiously asked as Julion’s atmosphere, which had softened a bit, turned stern again.

 

Seeing Julion gaze at him with an expression as if he were ready to kill someone, Pailson inwardly sighed and cursed silently.

 

Unaware of the curses, Julion furrowed his brow and spoke coldly.

 

“I’ll have to go to the Garnet Palace.”

 

Turning abruptly towards Garnet Palace, Julion, who had taken only a few steps, changed his direction back towards his own palace.

 

“Your Highness, didn’t you say you were going to Garnet Palace?”

 

Freck asked curiously, and Julion replied irritably.

 

“Because I can’t go there in this filthy state.”

 

His body was covered in blood. Part of him wanted to run to Rohiriel and ask her for details. But right now, he was probably reeking a strong scent of blood.

 

“Ha…”

 

Arriving at the Crown Prince’s palace, Julion swiftly loosened his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. The more he thought, the more intense his emotions seemed to boil up.

 

Rohiriel, seemingly depleting all her assets as if there were no tomorrow, and an incurable illness.

 

‘Why am I getting angry…’ 

 

Julion couldn’t quite figure out why he was feeling angry.

 

One thing was certain: He didn’t want to frighten Rohiriel. He didn’t want to hurt her because of his own emotions.

 

In an attempt to suppress his emotions, Julion closed and opened his eyes slowly.

 

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Arriving at the pharmacy after giving Natya her last dose of medication, I paused to catch my breath.

 

My body had been feeling strange again.

 

I had a splitting headache as if my head were about to split, and suddenly it disappeared, making me confused. Now, I couldn’t breathe properly.

 

‘Here we go again. I need to take a short break.’

 

Checking whether the medicine was causing issues had become exhausting.

 

There were even days when I just chewed on Apherium flower petals. However, given my busy schedule, I couldn’t visit Golden Garden every day, so I ended up taking the medicine I had created.

 

I even kept tinkering with it, trying to make it even more effective. 

 

Today, I drank a new version of the medicine, but the problem was that my condition was gradually worsening.

 

“Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

 

Hemion’s green eyes widened in surprise. I smiled awkwardly and took a few steps away.

 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just feeling tired.”

 

I didn’t want to cause unnecessary concern. Now that today’s schedule is almost finished, it should be okay to sit down and rest for a while.

 

However, I soon realized how careless my thoughts were.

 

‘I feel like throwing up.’

 

My stomach churned, just like it had when I met with Dr. Barmid before.

 

Every step I took was accompanied by dizziness, as if the floor and ceiling were turning upside down. I started hearing an indistinct buzzing sound in my ears.

 

“Your Highn…ness?”

 

Hemion’s voice was cut off, and my breath was caught in my throat.

 

When I stopped moving, Hemion grabbed my arm for support. Strangely, I couldn’t feel any sensation in my body. In addition, my legs lost strength, and I plopped down on the floor.

 

‘Why is this happening?’

 

I couldn’t even think straight. What used to be a nagging discomfort now felt like a raging fire in my stomach.

 

Something that seemed to burn all of my organs was suddenly rising up through my throat.

 

Cough!

 

There was no way to stop it. A dark clot of blood poured out of my mouth.

 

The first thought that crossed my mind at that moment was, ‘How do I explain this?’

 

Hemion aside, Ares, who was surely watching me, would leap to action.

 

‘He can’t tell Julion.’

 

My mind went blank as I tried to figure out how to handle this, and then another fireball erupted from my stomach.

 

“Ugh…”

 

The blood that came out was redder than the first, soaking up the white marble floor.

 

After vomiting, my breathing improved slightly. Surprisingly, all the intense burning sensations in my stomach subsided.

 

“Your Highn…ess! I need to call someone… or I should be by your side… uh, what should I do…?”

 

Hemion’s alarmed voice resonated with my heightened hearing.

 

“It’s ok… cough. It’s okay, just be quiet.”

 

Strangely, I felt clearer-headed than ever. I still have a lingering cough, but all my symptoms have disappeared at once.

 

‘Maybe this is…’

 

A sudden assumption crossed my mind.

 

Just as I thought of checking, an unwelcome knock sounded, and the voice I least wanted to hear reached me.

 

“Rohiriel, it’s me. I need to talk to you about something…….”

 

I panicked, not sure what to do, but then Hemion’s voice came through.

 

“Uh, should I clean up first? No, do you want to lie down? Do you think you can get up?”

 

Desperately, I signaled Hemion to quiet down. Julion, with his keen hearing, had probably heard everything.

 

“Rohiriel? What’s goi… I’ll come in.”

 

“Oh, no, just a moment…”

 

It was too late.

 

The door creaked open, and as Julion stepped inside, he froze, visibly startled.

 

Damn, this is a disaster.

 

 

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