Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

This is quite an unexpected turn of events.

Can this medication really completely cure her condition?

But it was never a real illness to begin with.

For a brief moment, Chersoniet struggled to articulate her feelings as she accepted the purported compensation.

Seeing Chersoniet dumbfounded, Rohiriel spoke again.

 

“You said your health isn’t great right now, so go ahead and drink it. It’ll make you feel better in no time.”

“So, you’re saying this is the compensation…”

“That’s right. You said your symptoms worsened because I took your medicine, right? This is a medicine that can cure that illness, so I think it’s sufficient compensation.”

 

It was then that Chersoniet realized Rohiriel had no intention of giving her proper compensation.

No, perhaps even if this was considered proper compensation, Chersoniet wasn’t happy at all.

It was medicine that brought her no benefit.

 

‘I want to refuse… but I can’t, can I?’

 

There were too many eyes watching.

It wouldn’t look good to refuse a medicine that was supposed to cure her illness.

Chersoniet had no choice but to take the medicine.

 

‘Well, at least it likely contains beneficial herbs for the body. I’m not really sick, but that doesn’t mean I can’t drink this medicine.’ 

 

Just as she was thinking this—

 

“Thank you for accepting, Princess. If you had refused, I would have had to discard the medicine made specially for you.”

“Ah…… thank you.”

 

Something about this feels strange.

She could have given it to someone else or sold it for a lot of money.

A nagging feeling in the back of Chersoniet’s mind reared its ugly head.

As if noticing her question, Rohiriel grinned and added, “Sensory impairment varies from person to person. This medication would be useless to anyone other than you, Princess.”

The onlookers murmured admiring comments, praising the Crown Princess and calling her the “light of the Empire” for her prowess in alchemy.

Discomfort surged again within Chersoniet, prompting her to quickly drink the medicine and be done with it.

But Rohiriel continued.

 

“Once you’ve finished, return the empty bottle to Zenid. It contains a deadly herb for normal people, so it must be disposed of using a special method.”

 

Chersoniet, about to pour the medicine into her mouth, froze in that position.

The shimmering blue liquid seemed to sparkle sharply in Rohiriel’s eyes.

Startled, Chersoniet withdrew the bottle from her lips.

 

“W-what are you saying? A deadly herb!”

“Hm? Why so surprised? It’ll be good medicine for the Princess, so go ahead and drink it without worry.”

“But you just said it’s a deadly herb…”

“I meant it for those without the illness. For you, suffering from a sensory impairment, it’s medicine.”

 

Though Rohiriel smiled brightly, Chersoniet felt no inclination to smile back.

Instead, she struggled to keep her hand steady as she held the bottle.

Observing Chersoniet staring at the medicine, unable to drink it, Rohiriel inquired in a perplexed tone.

 

“Is there a problem, Princess?”

“Well… even if it’s good for me, calling it a deadly herb…”

“Surely you don’t distrust me, do you? I said it’s beneficial medicine for the Princess.”

“B-But Your Highness, there’s always a possibility of unforeseen circumstances. I feel too uneasy to…”

 

Chersoniet bowed deeply as if deeply sorry, her shoulders trembling.

There was no way she could drink this.

No matter how skilled Rohiriel was as an apothecary, she couldn’t take this medicine under any circumstances.

 

‘I’m perfectly healthy!’

 

She shuddered, not even wanting to be around this deadly poison.

As Chersoniet tried to find a way to refuse the medicine, Rohiriel’s indifferent voice came down on her.

 

“Unforeseen circumstances… for example, if the Princess wasn’t actually suffering from any illness…”

 

Chersoniet visibly flinched at that.

She lifted her head sharply, crying out as if feeling unfairly accused.

 

“Your Highness, how could you say such a thing?”

 

Her eyes were brimming with tears, as if she were determined to play the part of a pitiful woman.

Rohiriel chuckled lightly in response.

 

“I certainly don’t think the Princess would lie to me like that. Right, Julion?”

 

Suddenly, Rohiriel turned to Julion, who had been standing nearby and watching.

Naturally, Chersoniet’s accusing gaze turned to Julion, and in that moment, Chersoniet realized.

 

‘…They’re doing this on purpose. They know everything!’

 

There was no sympathy, no emotion in those cold golden eyes.

He simply regarded Chersoniet silently, like observing an inanimate object.

Julion lifted one corner of his mouth in a slight smirk and replied,

 

“That’s right. I highly doubt the Princess would suddenly visit me one night and use a sensory amplifier on me.”

 

At first glance, the statement was so difficult to comprehend that it sounded almost nonsensical.

However, the people who gathered here were seasoned nobles in social circles with exceptional perception.

In other words, with a little thought, they could easily discern the underlying meaning behind Rohiriel and Julion’s words.

 

“Did Princess Razia unexpectedly visit His Highness at night?”

“It seems like she used some kind of medication.”

 

Sure enough, murmurs began to rise around them.

Everyone was eagerly exchanging theories about the current situation.

To further confirm the nobles’ suspicions, Rohiriel added more to her statement.

 

“You mentioned that the medicine I took from you back then was for the Princess’s chronic illness. That’s why I made this new medication to help her get better. So why are you so afraid to take it?”

 

Rohiriel’s eyes narrowed into a smile. Her upturned red lips caused Chersoniet’s blood to rush to her head.

Everyone was watching this intriguing situation, and Chersoniet still had the poison disguised as medicine in front of her.

 

“Perhaps the Princess of Razia is lying about her illness.”

“Yes, indeed. If she really was ill, she would have immediately taken the medicine without hesitation. Our Highness’ skills are known throughout the Empire.”

“Then what was the medicine she intended to use on His Highness the Crown Prince?”

 

Some covered their mouths with fans; some pretended to eat snacks; and others glanced sideways as they eagerly gossiped about the Princess.

Chersoniet, desperate to mitigate the situation, shed tears and shouted.

 

“No, that medicine is really meant for me to take! I was just concerned about the deadly herbs Her Highness mentioned, in case something bad might happen…”

 

And so it was, while Chersoniet was desperately defending herself.

Suddenly, the doors of the banquet hall swung open, and someone rushed in urgently.

 

“Your Highness, I apologize. You asked me to inform you immediately, so I’m sorry to interrupt your banquet.”

 

It was Hemion, with her brown hair tied up and wearing a physician’s robe.

She even wore round glasses, giving off the atmosphere of an expert who had just emerged from intense research.

 

“No, I’m glad you’re here. So, what’s the matter? Speak freely.”

 

Hemion cautiously began, sweating slightly and speaking loud enough for the nearby nobles to hear.

 

“It’s about the medicine the Princess of Razia had. We just finished analyzing its components, and we’ve found something unusual.”

“Unusual? What did you find?”

“Well, you see, it’s…”

 

Hemion hesitated, blushing as if embarrassed to speak.

The curiosity among the gathered nobles only intensified with her hesitation.

After a moment of gathering herself, Rohiriel prompted Hemion to continue, and she closed her eyes tightly before speaking again.

 

“We identified Bryacelin!”

 

Bryacelin. It’s the name of an herb that’s not widely known among the general public.

As expected, the nobles looked at each other, silently inquiring about the herb.

Some expressed confusion upon hearing about it, while others looked curious, not knowing what it was.

Among them, someone suddenly widened their eyes as if struck by a thought.

 

“Oh my goodness, Bryacelin! I, Isn’t that an herb used s, secretly by both men and women in bed?”

 

Julion’s eyebrows twitched noticeably in the middle of the conversation at this sudden revelation.

The statement’s content was so scandalous that the others had no time to focus on how much the person stammered or trembled.

 

“My word, why would the Princess of Razia have such indecent medicine?”

“And she even intended to use it on His Highness the Crown Prince…”

“But she claimed it was her own medication?”

“Well, maybe she intended to use it on herself. The world is vast, and people are diverse. Just because she’s a princess doesn’t mean she has to be prim and proper, right?”

 

The harsh criticism was mixed with mocking laughter.

Chersoniet, who had no knowledge of the medicine’s ingredients, glared at Shutkatan, standing beside her.

Shutkatan, already blushing intensely, stammered in confusion as he attempted to justify himself.

 

“Ah, no, that’s not it… I mean, yes, it is used for that purpose, but it has other uses as well…”

 

Shutkatan continued to stumble through his explanation, but the other nobles had already grasped the situation.

Chersoniet’s lips trembled as laughter poured down on her.

The situation had spiraled out of control.

At this rate, it would only be a matter of time before word reached Razia.

Chersoniet felt unfairly treated.

She believed there was no reason for her to receive such condemnation.

After all, Julion had not been affected by the medicine, so this was unfair.

 

‘It’s all because of that woman…’

 

Chersoniet’s resentful gaze clashed with Rohiriel’s blue eyes. An endless gaze surged like the sea, with no end in sight.

The fear Chersoniet had felt before was now overshadowed by her rage, and to her, Rohiriel was nothing more than a target to be brought down by any means necessary.

Chersoniet bit her lip hard, then lifted a finger and pointed at Rohiriel.

 

“This is all the scheming of that Cassian woman. From the beginning, this situation was strange, wasn’t it? How did it all come to this? We’re all being played by that woman!”

 

The banquet hall, which had to been filled with mocking laughter and criticism just moments ago, fell silent.

However, consumed by anger to her very core, Chersoniet did not notice and continued to shout.

 

“Have you forgotten who that woman is? She’s from the treacherous Cassian family. Clearly, she devised this scheme to mock me! I may not be a Sertizan citizen, but I know how malicious the Cassians can be. You Sertizan citizens should naturally despise Cassians, so why…”

 

Chersonetes trailed off, belatedly realizing the atmosphere had turned ominous.

Looking around, those who had been watching the situation with somewhat amused faces just moments ago now stared at her with hardened expressions.

Under dozens of cold gazes, Chersoniet swallowed hard.

Her fingers trembled, and her vision blurred.

Her mind went blank, and her instincts screamed a warning.

Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong.