The Terminally Ill Villainess Is a Master Apothecary

“At most, you have one year to live.”

For more than ten years, she had worn the mask of a villainess, all for the sake of revenge. With only the final step remaining and even her plans for exile already in place, she was suddenly told she was terminally ill.

‘There’s no way I’m dying like this. It’s too unfair.’

There was only one cure: consume a small amount every day of a rare flower kept inside the Imperial Palace.

“Your Highness, please marry me.”

“And what would I gain from marrying you, Duchess?”

“I will place everything belonging to House Kashiyan into Your Highness’s hands.”

Thus, she successfully entered a contract marriage with Crown Prince Yulion and was finally able to treat her illness.

…But why were there so many sick people in the Imperial Palace?

As both a physician and a pharmacist, she couldn’t simply ignore those who were suffering, so she decided to help them—just a little.

At least, that had been the plan.

“Crown Princess, ask for anything you desire.”

“From this day forward, I shall dedicate my life to protecting Your Highness!”

“I hereby proclaim the Crown Princess the Light of the Empire.”

…Before she knew it, she had become the Light of the Empire.

Wait a minute—I was planning to flee into exile as soon as my illness was cured!

In the end, Yulion found her.

His golden eyes trembled like a candle flame in the wind as he looked down at her.

“Were you truly planning to sacrifice everything, live only for others… and then hide away somewhere no one would ever find you, dying alone?”

At last, a single clear teardrop slipped from Yulion’s eye.

Too shocked to speak, she could only stare as he whispered through trembling lips,

“Please… stay alive, Rohiriel.”

Seriously… how many times do I have to tell you?

I’m completely cured now.

Note: The medical knowledge and treatments depicted in this story have been entirely created to fit its fantasy setting and are unrelated to real-world medicine.