Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

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“Hey Hemion, how long has it been since we visited Rivolain?”

 

Taken aback by my sudden question, Hemion blinked and calculated before answering,

 

“Uh…… a little over a week.”

 

“It’s been that long already?”

 

The flow of time was incredibly swift.

 

I checked the reagents used in Harkiel’s blood examination and jotted down the results in my notebook.

 

“Still, it’s truly fortunate that he regained consciousness safely, right?” said Hemion, realizing that I was looking at Harkiel’s test results.

 

I nodded lightly in acknowledgment.

 

‘Now all that remains is the Emperor’s treatment…….’

 

It’s been over a week since we started Harkiel’s treatment, which means it’s been over a week since we started giving the Emperor new medication.

 

It was time for a reaction.

 

“By the way, do you know, among the maids, there’s a rumor that the medicine you gave is really amazing?”

 

“My medicine?”

 

I had made so many that I wasn’t sure which one she was talking about. At my puzzlement, Hemion enthusiastically began listing.

 

“Why, you know, the 8-hour sleep potion, regeneration ointment, steel skin ointment, one-meal supplement, double strength potion, fatigue recovery…”

 

Endless streams of potions I had been making poured out of Hemion’s mouth.

 

Unable to listen further, I shook my head and interrupted her.

 

“Why don’t you just say all the potions?”

 

“Oh, right, all the potions! Anyway, let me tell you how chaotic it was…”

 

So much chatter.

 

Clearly, Hemion and Ares would get along so well.

 

With Hemion’s chatter in the background, I reviewed Harkiel’s test results.

 

Although it was a bit bothersome that Countess Rivolain sent such a detailed letter, it was helpful to know the specific situation.

 

‘There is such an easy and simple way to do this.’

 

I remembered the countess’s tearful face as she begged me to save him. And the agonizing state of Harkiel.

 

As I organized the reagents, I spoke.

 

“Hemion.”

 

“That maid said… Oh, yes!”

 

“Do you have anything important in the afternoon?”

 

“No, I don’t have anything particularly important.”

 

“Then let’s go see Countess Rivolain. We need to check the patient’s condition again.”

 

In response to my words, Hemion happily smiled and answered,

 

“Yes, Your Highness!”

 

I don’t know if she’s gotten close to the Countess, or if she’s just bored with her job at the palace. Hemion turned to leave, humming excitedly.

 

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“Your Highness, if you had given me a heads-up, I could have made some preparations.”

 

Countess Rivolain greeted me with a regretful expression.

 

Looking like someone who hadn’t prepared for a dinner party, she kept instructing the maid this and that.

 

“It’s okay, Countess. Today, I’ll just check the patient’s condition and leave. I have a lot of work to do.”

 

“Oh…”

 

She seems noticeably disappointed.

 

I’m not sure if she’s the same person who was wary of me until recently. Nevertheless, the Countess quickly gave up on the dinner and guided me to Harkiel’s room.

 

“We finished the treatment a little while ago, so he should be awake.”

 

I heard that Harkiel had been immersing himself in water since regaining consciousness. It would have been better if he had remained unconscious until he was much better.

 

Immersing oneself in water while being fully conscious is truly painful.

 

“Isn’t it very painful?”

 

“… Painful?”

 

The Countess, with her eyes widening in surprise, actually asked me instead.

 

Surprised, I asked again,

 

“Isn’t it painful? Did the patient not mention how painful it is?”

 

“No, not at all…”

 

The Countess’s face clouded. Apparently, Harkiel had been suffering in silence, not wanting the Countess to worry.

 

“It must be tough for him, but it’s remarkable.”

 

Given that his skin was rotting to the point where pus was oozing, it was only natural to experience excruciating pain when it came into contact with water.

 

“Let’s start with the examination.”

 

We had just arrived in front of Harkiel’s room. When the maid knocked, we heard a voice inviting us in.

 

Upon opening the door, I saw Harkiel attempting to get up from the bed.

 

“I greet you, Your Highness. I’m Harkiel of Rivolain.”

 

Even in this situation, he showed courtesy. I motioned for him to lie back down.

 

“No need to get up. I didn’t come to make you feel uncomfortable, but to check your condition… Let me see.”

 

Harkiel looked up at me with an expression quite similar to the Countess’s.

 

‘His eye color is really pretty.’

 

Perhaps because it was pink. They look soft, clear, and gentle. There was a hint of perplexity in his glassy eyes.

 

As the crown princess, he felt uncomfortable with me examining his body, but to me, he was just a patient.

 

“Well, you’re recovering quickly.”

 

The person who was on the verge of death a week ago was nowhere to be seen.

 

The oozing had almost stopped, and fully recovered skin was visible.

 

I had advised him to immerse himself in water three times a day, but it seemed like he had done it about six times more.

 

“I’m going to draw some blood. Hemion, syringe.”

 

Hemion, who was waiting, adeptly placed the syringe in my hand.

 

I thought Harkiel might show displeasure, but he surprisingly only seemed a bit surprised and quietly extended his arm.

 

Over the course of the week, I heard how the Countess had talked to Harkiel about me; how she considered me a complete benefactor.

 

I’m sure he hates Cassian.

 

‘Is it because he trusts the Countess that much?’

 

Is that why he can treat me so favorably even without experiencing me directly?

 

I couldn’t help but feel my mouth dry, thinking about how strong the trust between siblings could be.

 

Our family’s relationships between siblings were worse than others.

 

“That’s it; I’ll give you a painkiller before I go.”

 

I placed a bottle containing blood in an ice pack and took out a painkiller that I had prepared in advance.

 

“This is…….”

 

“If you take it an hour before treatment, it will help alleviate the pain a lot.”

 

“…Thank you, Your Highness.”

 

Harkiel, lying down, tried to bow his head to express his gratitude. The countess next to him also deeply bowed to me.

 

“I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Your Highness.”

 

“You already thanked me a lot last time.”

 

“No, no matter how many times we say thank you, it won’t be enough. You, Your Highness, don’t know how desperate we were. If something had gone wrong with Harkiel, I wouldn’t have been alive either.”

 

The Countess’s voice was more serious than usual. I felt uncomfortable for no reason and avoided eye contact. But the Countess didn’t stop and continued.

 

“You are our savior. You saved my life, too. Yet, I didn’t believe in you and behaved rudely… If you want to punish me, I will accept it graciously.”

 

“No, what punishment… And as you can see, it didn’t take anything special to cure him. It’s embarrassing that you make it sound like I did something special.”

 

“It’s special! It’s more than enough! Even if it’s a simple and easy method, it was a way that no other doctor could figure out. I had no idea that the things I’ve been using, thinking they were medicine, were actually preventing the cure…”

 

The Countess clenched her fists, seemingly overwhelmed by the memories of the hardships she endured.

 

“This poison was developed by Liliana herself, so I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t investigated separately.”

 

It was a poison specifically crafted to be incurable by any known means.

 

The efforts to contain it internally inevitably led to resistance.

 

“Wait a minute, resistance…?”

 

A sense of familiarity surged in me without a clear origin.

 

I paused, trying to grasp the fleeting thought.

 

It flashed through my mind.

 

“How can one create such a horrendous poison…”

 

Countess Rivolain responded to my words, suppressing her anger.

 

But I was too preoccupied to respond.

 

“A created… poison.”

 

The act of creating it led to resistance if one attempted to neutralize or suppress it.

 

So trying to detoxify it would only make it worse.

 

The solution was to let it flow naturally.

 

“Your Highness?”

 

The Countess called me with a puzzled voice.

 

I hastily organized my bag.

 

“I have to go. Something important came up.”

 

I could feel my heart beating wildly.

 

Nervously, I fumbled a few times before finally grabbing my bag.

 

‘Perhaps.’

 

I have found a way to cure the Emperor.

 

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Note:

 

By the way, I used the word pharmacy/pharmacist instead of Apothecary. Because honestly, I’m pretty dumb, I don’t understand how to use the word “apothecary”(traditional/historical term (?). But it’s pretty much the same with “pharmacist”(modern term). I don’t think it will have a huge effect on the story but if you want me to change it to apothecary please tell me. I’ll change it in the future updates. 

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