“Does treating him with such things really work?”
“Calling it a treatment is ridiculous. Hasn’t His Majesty already stopped breathing?”
“Could it be that she’s trying to revive him with some extraordinary method…?”
“Ahem, it would be better to choose your words carefully.”
Amidst numerous murmurs, I took out a pre-prepared translucent crimson potion.
‘I need to soften the Emperor’s rigid skin first.’
I opened the bottle and poured the medicine onto his forearm. As the crimson potion touched the Emperor’s skin, it turned black instantly.
Then white steam rose up from it. I continued to pour the potion and press it with my fingers. Gradually, the skin became softer.
At one point, warmth began to spread to my fingertips.
‘There is it!’
Putting down the potion, I then took the smallest knife I could find. I aimed for the warm and soft spot I just touched.
The nobles watching gasped as I raised the knife, but I paid no attention to their reactions.
I immediately stabbed the knife diagonally into the Emperor’s arm.
The flesh split, and a liquid flowed out. Surprisingly, it was not red blood but a viscous, dark green substance.
‘As expected…’
I wondered why I hadn’t thought of cutting the flesh when Mother was in such a state.
Regret constantly flooded from deep within my heart.
‘Stay focused; this is a crucial moment.’
Taking a deep breath, I extended the hand holding the knife.
A long incision appeared on the Emperor’s forearm, and an unidentified liquid poured out.
The greenish liquid splattered onto the white marble floor, drawing the shocked gazes of the nobles and causing a collective gasp to echo through the hall.
“W-What on earth…?”
“Good heavens, wasn’t blood supposed to flow in His Majesty’s body?”
“What kind of bizarre occurrence is this?”
I collected the green liquid in an empty vial I had prepared.
The Emperor’s body continued to expel the liquid through the opened gap.
Laying a dry cloth on the floor, I moved to the opposite side and inflicted the same wound on the other arm.
After completing the same treatment on both of his legs, I took a moment to catch my breath.
“Phew…”
Before I knew it, sweat had formed on my forehead.
Wiping it away with the back of my hand, I took out a light yellow potion.
“If you need help, Rohiriel, just let me know anytime,” Julion said with a concerned look.
I smiled faintly and shook my head.
“I’m fine. I’ve prepared everything important.”
I’d been waiting for this day and had made all the necessary medicines.
If no unexpected situations occur, the treatment will conclude smoothly, and the Emperor will be revived.
I turned away from Julion and turned my attention back to the Emperor.
After noticing that the amount of ooze from the cut was significantly reduced, I poured the potion into the wound.
Simultaneously, I touched the skin on the other side.
From toes to thighs, waist, shoulders, neck, and cheek.
‘It has become much softer.’
It was evidence that the Mordheim poison was nearly expelled.
Changes began to appear gradually, especially in the first incision.
“Isn’t that blood?”
The voice, from an unknown source, echoed in the hall.
Indeed, the Emperor’s blood was suppressed by the poison.
At first, the blood mixed with a dark green liquid, but it soon increased in volume.
Bright red blood began to flow from the wounds on his limbs. I then put a pre-prepared crystal fruit pill into the Emperor’s mouth, and a vapor-like mist rose from his mouth, nose, and ears.
However, it soon dissipated.
‘This may not be enough.’
I took out all the prepared pills and continued feeding the Emperor.
It was as if he were enveloped in a fog.
Observing more blood coming from the wounds, I took out a needle and thread.
Now it was time to stitch up the wounds.
‘The scars will remain, but living comes first.’
I carefully and boldly stitched up the Emperor’s wounds one by one.
Everything around me felt like it was moving in slow motion.
As I finished the last stitch and tied the knot, a drop of sweat rolled down my temple and fell to the ground.
“Almost done.”
I’ve drained the last of the Mordheim venom.
If left unchecked, the Mordheim poison will start working again. I must administer the antidote before that happens.
Finally, I took out a brown substance and a syringe.
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“Sister, Lily!”
“Didn’t I tell you not to come out of your room?”
Yeffa waited for Liliana in front of the study for half a day.
Liliana, who finally finished her work, glanced coldly at Yeffa, said a few words, and quickly walked away.
“I have something to tell you. Can you spare a moment?”
“What is it? If it’s not important, go back to your room. There are too many eyes watching.”
“But I really can’t stay like this. None of the maids listen to me! Moreover, yesterday…”
Liliana stopped walking and turned abruptly.
Yeffa abruptly straightened her body to avoid colliding with Liliana, who had suddenly stopped in front of her.
“Sis, finally you’re listening to me…”
Yeffa, smiling brightly and thinking that Liliana cared about her, shivered as Liliana looked down at her with a cold gaze.
“I, I’m sorry. It seems like you’re not in a good mood. I’ll go to my room.”
Liliana usually pretended to be a gentle and kind older sister, but in reality, she had a colder personality than anyone else.
When Liliana is in her gentle mode, they can play around with her as much as they want. However, on a day like today, avoiding her was the best solution.
With Liliana shedding her kindness, you never knew what she might do.
‘She seemed in a good mood lately, but why is she so angry today?’
Regretting her choice of timing, Yeffa took a step back.
But Liliana had already stopped her steps because of Yeffa. If Liliana had decided to let Yeffa go back like this, she would have ignored her until the end.
As Yeffa tried to turn away, Liliana spoke.
“I haven’t been playing with you lately, Yeffa.”
Yeffa didn’t come to her to play. She gave an awkward smile.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry I interrupted your day. Well, I’ll be off now…”
“Come here, Yeffa.”
Yeffa, who was trying to sneak away, inwardly screamed.
Liliana’s eyes narrowed as Yeffa continued to stare.
“Your sister is offering to play with you. So, what should we do?”
“……Thank you, sis. Well, uh, what should we play?”
In the end, Yeffa had to say what Liliana wanted to hear.
Liliana hummed and snorted, then pulled off one of the amethysts dangling from her chest.
“It must be suffocating to stay in the room all the time, right?”
“Y-Yes. It’s suffocating.”
The corners of Liliana’s mouth turned up in satisfaction at Yeffa’s answer.
Then she casually tossed the amethyst outside the window.
Yeffa’s eyes shook intensely as she watched it fly away. Knowing what Liliana would say next, Yeffa felt uneasy.
“Go, pick it up. If you bring it back before dinner, I’ll let you eat what you want.”
Yeffa bit her lower lip to contain her agitation.
When she didn’t answer, Liliana asked impatiently.
“Aren’t you going to play?”
She knew the answer Liliana wanted here.
‘Just as always, that’s all I have to do.’
Since gaining independence from Cassian’s nature and inheriting the land, he was pleased that she no longer had to endure Liliana’s “play” disguised as venting.
Yeffa cursed herself for forgetting how crazy Liliana could be after the peaceful years.
Trying to compose herself, Yeffa forced a smile.
“Well, thanks, sis! I’ll be right back!”
With that, Yeffa rushed to the garden at full speed.
The butler, who had been silently holding his breath as he watched her disappear, spoke up.
“Master, I’m afraid you’re making her too visible.”
Liliana, staring wordlessly at Yeffa’s golden hair as she wandered through the garden, eventually turned away as if bored.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Now was the time.
It’s been quite a while since Roxis has been searching for Yeffa.
She wasn’t exactly sure what was on Rohiriel’s mind, but then word came that the sun of the empire had fallen.
The imperial palace must be in great chaos.
So now was the time.
To dispose of Roxis and hand Yeffa over to her father, a perfect time.
“Carry out the plan.”
Roar, crash!
Suddenly, thunder roared, accompanied by pouring rain.
Liliana raised the corners of her mouth as she watched lightning strike.
“It looks like the summer monsoon has started.”
Liliana glanced at the sky, hoping the prolonged rain would conceal the turmoil occurring here.
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Having administered the antidote, I awaited the change from the Emperor.
Through a small window in the hall, I glimpsed flashes of lightning.
Listening to the subsequent cries of the approaching storm, I redirected my gaze to the Emperor.
‘It’s later than expected. Is there something else wrong?’
The greenish liquid induced a sleep-like state in the Emperor while freezing his body, making him neither alive nor dead.
Having removed all of it, if his breath remained stagnant, it could lead to brain damage.
I checked the Emperor’s condition with an anxious heart.
