The Villainess' Ending Was Death

Fresa was busy for several days, focusing on growing medicinal herbs. Thanks to her abilities, the seed sprouted and grew quickly shortly after. The garden turned into a decent herb garden in just a few days. Now it was time to slowly turn the fully grown herbs into medicine.

 

‘What medicine should I make first?’

 

Fresa picked up the pen and thought carefully before writing down the list on the paper. First of all, basic fever reducers, pain relievers, and digestive medications. These were drugs that had a clear demand.

 

‘At least one special medicine is needed.’

 

Although it was a hassle, there were quite a few drugstores outside of Paro Village, so she wanted to make a unique medicine that could only be purchased in this village.

 

‘Shall we make some ointment?’

 

Fresa held the pen between her fingers and waved it in slow motion. Ointment, useful, various ages. The moment she finished the memo like that.

 

Knock, knock.

 

There was a knock on the front door.

 

“Are you there?”

 

Then an unfamiliar voice was heard. Who was it? Fresa tried to get up, but she stumbled for a moment.

 

‘I feel dizzy again.’

 

Her dizziness was gradually improving, but had not yet gone away. The side effects of Presa were longer than expected. She didn’t fall down suddenly like last time, but every time she sat down and stood up, her eyes felt dizzy. She waited a moment for her shaky vision to return, and then she opened the front door slightly. A man she had never seen before nodded his head.

 

“Hello, this is Albert Dunn, Lord Barrett’s secretary.”

 

What’s going on with the lord’s secretary?

 

“Ah yes. What brought you here?”

 

“I’m here to ask you a few questions.”

 

Albert seemed a bit picky. Fresa glanced up at him like a wary cat. Albert fluttered through his paper and glanced at Fresa.

 

“There is no need to be so cautious. I just visited to provide brief guidance to those who have newly settled in the village. What’s your name?”

 

“It’s Resa. What kind of guidance is this?”

 

“Thanks for the confirmation, Resa. This village is owned by Lord Barrett. Taxes must be paid on the last day of each month. Disputes are resolved directly by the lord through a trial, so if a problem arises, please come to the castle and…”

 

It was supposed to be a simple guide, but the explanation was quite long. In addition, it was boring because she had already received sufficient information through the guild before moving in. However, since the village lord’s secretary could not be kicked out, he remained silent and waited. Finally, after the long explanation, Albert raised his glasses and asked.

 

“Do you have any questions?”

 

“No, there isn’t any.”

 

Fresa smiled and immediately shook his head. Albert’s eyes narrowed a little, but he soon returned to normal.

 

“Then I hope you have a good time in your new place.”

 

Albert bowed his head, similar to the first time, and immediately turned his back. Fresa released the doorknob only after confirming that he had gotten into the carriage and disappeared. One of the advantages of Paro village was that there was little interference from the lord. She probably wouldn’t have many encounters with the lord after this. As long as you don’t get caught up in useless things.

 

“Resa.”

 

It’s a surprise.

 

As Fresa was relaxing, he looked up, startled by a sudden voice.

 

“Hi.”

 

Lycaon stood holding the door with one hand. He wasn’t even a cat, but he was a man who always approached me without a sound.

 

“Please don’t startle me.”

 

“Are you surprised? It doesn’t look like anything at all.”

 

As Lycaon said, Fresa did not look very surprised. Of course, contrary to his appearance, his heart was beating fast. Fresa maintained a calm expression and glanced at the carriage that was far away.

 

“The lord’s secretary has visited.”

 

“I met him too. You seemed strict.”

 

Lycaon said, nodding his head. After all, all people’s eyes had a similar shape. Well, the position of secretary to the lord was not that easy, so she could understand that sharp expression.

 

‘The environment has a pretty big influence on people.’

 

She still had deep wrinkles between her eyebrows. Could she make an ointment that was effective for wrinkles? At a time when Fresa’s thoughts were turning to the development of new drugs, Lycaon began to hint.

 

“I heard that the daughter of the lord of this village is suffering from a skin disease of unknown cause.”

 

Skin disease? This was her first time hearing about it.

 

“How did you know that?”

 

“Well, my feet are a bit wide.”

 

Lycaon answered immediately. A shameless person who doesn’t even try to hide his proud expression. Fresa smiled brightly and answered half-heartedly.

 

“Ah yes. It must be really nice. You have wide feet.”

 

“Thank you for the compliment.”

 

“It’s not a compliment.”

 

“Is it so?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Fresa was stern despite her smiling face, but Lycaon burst out laughing happily. Fresa waited in silence until his laughter stopped. Soon after, Lycaon’s laughter stopped.

 

“Anyway, Lord Barrett is a man known for treating his family terribly. She must be quite upset because her daughter is suffering from a skin disease.”

 

“I guess so.”

 

Fresa muttered quietly. It’s a skin disease.

 

‘It would be nice if we could find out what the condition is and what the cause is.’

 

There has yet to be a plant that Fresa could not grow. So, if she could find out what the disease was…

 

“Ah, Resa. I have separate business.”

 

Lycaon tapped Fresa’s arm. Fresa stopped her thoughts and looked at him.

 

“What business is it?”

 

Lycaon seemed to be having a hard time saying anything. Was this serious? Did something like that happen between the two? Just as Fresa was wondering, Lycaon answered.

 

“Because the wheat field festival in Paro Village starts in two days.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Fresa nodded, remembering her wheat fields and her lighthouse where she had fallen. But what did that have to do with the business Lycaon came for?

 

“Would you like to go see it together?”

 

There was a correlation.

 

Festival, festival.

 

Festivals were often held in the capital of the Pilz Kingdom. As Rowan Gillespie’s fiancé, Fresa had to follow him around. Until Alicia showed up. This festival would probably be the first one where she could enjoy it purely. Plus, she really liked the lighthouse that she briefly visited last time. There’s no need to go with Lycaon, but whatever.

 

‘Because you said you wanted to be friends.’

 

After thinking for a moment, Fresa accepted Lycaon’s offer.

 

“Great. Let’s go together.”

 

Lycaon smiled like midsummer sunlight.

 

“I’m looking forward to it, Resa.”

 

* * *

 

Lycaon sat at the table with an expressionless face, resting his chin and looking at Zed.

 

“Fresa Thorpe is dead?”

 

A pitchless voice asked again. Zed looked at Lyca On’s notice and nodded his head.

 

“That’s right. It’s been a few days since her funeral was held.”

 

“No way.”

 

It couldn’t be. So who was the woman who was now Lycaon’s neighbor here?

 

‘No matter how you look at it, it’s a Fresa Thorpe.’

 

Lilac-colored hair and turquoise eyes like shallow seas. It seemed unlikely that another person with such a unique coloring would exist. Lycaon turned his head toward the window. Today again, Fresa was busy wandering around the garden. She seemed to be growing medicinal herbs, and he could roughly guess why. Probably to recover. Fresa seemed a little thinner than when he encountered her on the boat. He still didn’t know what the disease was or how bad it was. However, it was difficult to believe that the dead person had come back to life.

 

Lycaon looked at Fresa with indifferent eyes and asked again.

 

“How did she die?”

 

“That is…”

 

Zed stretched out his words as if he had difficulty speaking. Lycaon looked up at him, frowning.

 

“Jed.”

 

“It is called suicide by poisoning. Count Gillespie’s wedding day.”

 

“…It’s suicide.”

 

It was a death I could not even imagine. Lycaon didn’t know much about Fresa. But there was an odd certainty that she would not choose to die that way. However, the phrase ‘Count Gillespie’s wedding’ bothered him.

 

“Was he Fresa Thorpe’s fiancée?”

 

“Yes, Your Highness.”

 

Count Rowan Gillespie. A man called ‘the sword of the kingdom.’ Lycaon had encountered him a couple of times, but he was not that important, so he quickly forgot about him. Thanks to him, one thing was certain.

 

“It’s trash to marry another woman when your fiancé is proud.”

 

“It seems that the Countess of Thorpe was very heartbroken.”

 

No, no. Presa Thorpe wouldn’t have died for just that reason. To be precise, he would not have ‘played dead’.

 

‘How on earth did you fake your death?’

 

But if she suffered from a serious illness… Lycaon thought of Fresa, who had collapsed and turned pale.

 

“Did you have any chronic illnesses or health-related problems?”

 

“From what I could tell, there wasn’t anything in particular.”

 

Did that mean she completely her his illness? It was also proof that she had no one to trust. She must have been a very lonely person. Fresa laughed every time Lycaon said something, but she couldn’t completely hide her wariness.

 

‘Just like a cat.’

 

Fresa, who had been wandering around the garden for a while, suddenly disappeared. It seemed like he had entered the house. Lycaon looked away from the empty garden. At the same time, Zed asked a question.

 

“Why are you so interested? I’m sure you liked it…”

 

“I’m just curious, Zed.”

 

Lycaon cut off Zed’s useless words in a lazy tone. Zed immediately closed his mouth, but his doubts still did not disappear. Lycaon did not need to add anything. Instead, he gave another command this time.

 

“Get me a cookbook.”

 

“Are you going to cook your own food again? Wouldn’t it be better to just hire a chef? Your Majesty is not very good at cooking.”

 

Zed was shocked and tried to stop him, but Lycaon smiled and spoke again.

 

“Do as I say, Zed.”

 

Zed lowered his head at those cool eyes.

 

“…yes.”

 

He didn’t know why Lycaon was suddenly like this, but there was nothing Zed could do. He has no choice but to follow. Moreover, Lycaon had a rather serious face. Either he owed Fresa Thorpe something, or he made an irrevocable promise, or he felt something really special. Zed, who was making various hypotheses in his mind, felt Lycaon’s cold gaze and hurriedly left.

 

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