Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

Julion’s morning sickness persisted until just one month before the birth.

Normally, morning sickness lasts only until the third or fourth month, so Rohiriel was once again worried.

 

“Everyone is different. I also had a tough time until just before giving birth.” 

 

Shahadna smiled meaningfully at Rohiriel.

Julion answered instead of Rohiriel, whose face contorted with worry.

 

“Then this child will likely take after you and be very smart.”

 

Julion smiled as he gently stroked Rohiriel’s swollen belly.

Rohiriel’s already bloated belly was making it difficult for her to lie down or sit up properly.

Fortunately, she could still eat well, and the baby was growing healthily, being very active inside her. 

Even now, she could feel kicks from the baby in response to its father’s touch.

 

“See, the baby already understands and responds.”

“Understand? The baby’s been like this all day,” Rohiriel responded, pouting.

 

Julion only seemed happy, smiling despite his emaciated state from months of not eating properly. Rohiriel sighed softly at the sight of his joyful face. 

Gently patting her belly, Julion said, 

 

“They say if a mother has worries and concerns, the baby feels anxious too.”

“Julion. To be honest, I’m a little… scared.”

 

Rohiriel said, her voice turning serious.

Seeing her troubled blue eyes, Julion straightened up.

 

“You are the Empress of this country, and I am the Emperor. What is there to fear?”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. This child will bear a heavy burden from the moment they’re born. I’m not sure if I can support them well as a mother.”

“I feel the same way. I can hardly say I’ve stood firmly as an Emperor, and now I’m to become a father.”

“You see? The baby will be born in just a month, and I’m not sure what to do…”

“But Rohiriel, more than those worries…”

 

Julion met Rohiriel’s gaze steadily.

He had taken on the morning sickness, but the emotional and mental stress of pregnancy was entirely Rohiriel’s burden. 

Sometimes, he wished he could take on that burden too.

He just wants her to feel and enjoy all the good things. The same went for their soon-to-be-born child.

 

“I’m so excited about how much happiness this baby will bring us that I can hardly sleep.”

 

Julion tucked a stray strand of snow-white hair behind his ear and took Rohiriel’s hand.

It was a precious hand that had saved countless lives.

Hands that were dear to Julion himself.

Soon, this hand would also raise their child.

 

“How did you feel when you saved your first patient?” 

“It was…….”

 

She thought of the young patient she had treated in the snowy mountains.

At the time, she considered the patient just one of many she had treated.

Little did she know that she would marry him and give birth to his child.

Rohiriel hesitated, unsure of how to answer the unexpected question.

Julion waited a moment before asking again.

 

“Did you feel calm, without fear or worry?”

“Of course not.”

“Yet you decided to treat the patient; you succeeded, and thanks to that, I am here now.”

“…….”

“This time will be no different. Everything is always uncertain and frightening at first.”

 

Instead of answering, Rohiriel quietly met Julion’s gaze. 

Those glittering golden eyes.

The eyes had been focusing solely on her for a while.

Unconsciously, Rohiriel raised her hand to gently stroke the corner of Julion’s eye. 

As Julion’s eyes slowly closed, a sound of someone clearing their throat came from the side.

 

“Ahem! I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave now. Have a good time, you two…”

 

Startled, Rohiriel quickly pulled back as Shahadna hurriedly left the room, the ends of her aquamarine hair disappearing. Watching this, Rohiriel sighed, this time for a different reason.

 

“I should get to work, Julion.”

“What? No, wait a moment. Didn’t we have a good atmosphere just now?”

“It would have been nice if it was just the two of us.”

“Wait… Rohiriel!”

 

Julion reached out desperately to Rohiriel, who was already heading out the door. 

However, without looking back, Rohiriel left the room, fanning her flushed face to cool it down.

 

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

 

“Hey, bring more hot water!”

“Where’s the washcloth yet?”

“We don’t have time to dawdle! What about the medicine for Her Majesty?”

“Here, I’ve brought the dry clothes!”

 

The Tishrit Palace was engulfed in a tumultuous uproar. 

Several physicians bustled back and forth, all with serious expressions, continuously fetching wet towels, warm water, and medicinal herbs. Watching all this, Julion was trembling with anxiety.

 

“Your Majesty, please try to calm down…”

“I am perfectly calm.”

 

Freck cautiously wiped the sweat from Julion’s face.

Yet Julion kept shaking. 

The towel in Freck’s hand was vibrating up and down.

Freck’s gaze shifted to Julion’s legs, the source of the trembling.

 

‘If I tell him he doesn’t look calm at all, will I face his wrath?’

 

Tremble, tremble. Tremble, tremble, tremble.

Julion’s frantically trembling legs seemed to speak for him.

Despite his stern and serious expression, it was evident how emotionally unstable he was. His legs, which had never trembled in his life, were now shaking uncontrollably.

It seemed futile to advise him to maintain his dignity as an emperor.

After all…

 

“The bleeding is severe, Chief!”

“Bring the pedonia herb and leper grass as soon as possible!”

 

Rohiriel’s labour had begun. 

Initially, she seemed able to endure it somewhat, holding Julion’s hand and talking with him. But at some point, she lost her composure, and Julion was sent out.

Since then, it has been utter chaos. 

Under Shahadna’s direction, the palace physicians moved with military precision, while Julion trembled with anxiety and impatience for hours.

 

“How much longer must I wait like this?”

“Childbirth can take an indefinitely long time, Your Majesty. Just a little longer…”

“I need to see Rohiriel. I need to be by her side, holding her hand and cheering her on…”

 

Julion, unable to wait any longer, suddenly stood up again.

 

“Waaaah—!”

 

A powerful cry echoed through the room, striking Julion’s ears like a bell from heaven.

Frozen mid-stand, as if struck by lightning, Julion quickly came to his senses and burst through the door.

 

“Rohiriel!”

 

The air in the room had changed completely.

Moments ago, everyone had been tense and anxious, but now there was a sense of relief.

 

“Congratulations, Your Majesty. It’s a prince.”

 

Shahadna gently cradled the baby and showed it to Julion.

The baby’s wrinkled face looked fragile, as if even the smallest movement could break him.

Yet he continued to hiccup and cry, seemingly overwhelmed by something.

 

“Is this child really…?”

 

Was this really his child?

It didn’t feel real at all.

When Julion reached out to touch him, Shahadna handed the baby over.

 

“Hold him.”

 

The small, squirming life nestled into Julion’s arms, radiating warmth.

Julion gazed down at the baby, overwhelmed by indescribable emotions.

Despite having only a few strands of hair, the baby had the same dark hair as Julion.

Though his eyes were tightly shut, Julion hoped they would be blue like Rohiriel’s.

 

“Hmm, Julion……?”

 

As he observed the baby, Rohiriel’s weak voice reached Julion’s ears.

Julion immediately approached Rohiriel, slowly bending down to his knees.

Her sweat-soaked hair, her labored breathing, and her parched lips were all signs of the arduous battle she had endured.

 

“Rohiriel, are you all right? I was so worried, I thought I might die.”

“I’m fine. How is the baby?”

 

Julion carefully showed the baby to Rohiriel.

The baby’s tiny movements were so endearing that Julion couldn’t help but smile.

 

“He looks just like you.”

“All wrinkled like this… Is that how I look?”

 

Despite her exhaustion, Rohiriel managed a faint laugh. 

Both of them intuitively understood. 

From this moment on, a new life would begin.

It would probably be filled with excitement, anticipation, anxiety, and… happiness.

Even more so than it had been so far.

 

― Special Epilogue End ―