Dead-End Villainess Who Makes Medicine

“A year at most.”

For the sake of revenge, I lived for over ten years wearing the mask of a villainess.

I’ve completed all preparations for my final step and ready to go into exile, but my time is running out!

‘I can’t die unjustly like this.’

There was only one way to cure myself. Consuming a small amount of a rare flower found in the imperial palace every day.

“Please propose to me, Your Highness.”

“What will I gain by marrying the princess?”

“I will place everything in Cassian under Your Highness’s control.”

And so, I succeeded in a contract marriage with Crown Prince Julion, allowing me to cure my illness…

However, wait, why are there so many sick people in the palace?

As a physician and a pharmacist, I can’t simply ignore the sick, so I decided to help a little.

Yes, I was certainly planning to help just a little.

“Princess Consort, tell me whatever you want.”

“I dedicate this very body to protecting you, my Vizier!”

“I shall name you Princess Consort, the Light of the Empire.”

… When I came to my senses, I had become the Light of the Empire.

Hold on a moment, I was supposed to cure my illness and then go into exile

* * * * *

Eventually, Julion found me.

His golden eyes shimmered like a candle in the breeze as he looked down at me.

“Did you mean to sacrifice everything, to live for others, and then… hide away where no one knows and face death alone?”

Clear drops of water welled up in Julion’s eyes.

Too stunned to say anything, he whispered through his tears.

“Please stay alive, Rohiriel.”

So, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m cured before you believe me……?