A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted

I got used to his fast-changing mood these days, so I quickly changed into my dry clothes without caring much.

I thought it was a good thing that he was lying on his stomach, so I changed everything up until the last layer.

No matter how much I asked Raven to change, he didn’t listen, but in the end, he lost to the cold and changed.

It was such a fun day after playing in the water.

Raven was angry and nagging all day and only laughed for a while, but later, he even asked to go out to play one more time, showing how he would not be able to forget this day

Of course, this time, with the words, “Let’s just build a villa next to it.”

***

Fortunately, Evelyn’s best efforts paid off.

A plan with clothes that were so dirty that they would smell bad no matter how much you washed them.

Those clothes, which she would never dare to wash and Raven even tried to burn, did their job well enough.

“I found it!”

With a voice full of joy, the spy turned around to the Emperor’s dog, who asked back in a dry voice.

“What is this fishy smell?”

It smells like feces.

The spy, who was sweating coldly at the Emperor’s dog overly blatant expression, immediately organized his face and said:

“Raven North, the traces of that little boy.”

“Is this what it is?”

“Yes. Here, it’s exactly the same as his body odor.”

“Can you smell a person’s body?”

“…Yes, that’s why I was chosen as a spy here.”

“Is that so?”

The spy, who was somehow offended, gathered the other spies and spoke in a quiet tone.

“I’m at a loss. Judging by this body odor here, the little boy must already be…”

“There’s blood on it.”

“Ye-yes. Unfortunately, it’s very likely that he died.”

The Emperor’s dog was silent.

The spies carefully looked at his complexion. None of them wanted to face the glorious death that the Emperor spoke of.

Self-destruction?

All of their lives of spying were to get paid to live, not to die.

Soon, the Emperor’s dog opened his mouth.

The first traces, or keepsakes, of Raven North, were discovered. He had to show it to the Emperor along with the one who found it.

“The plan is on hold.”

“That, then.”

“Get ready to leave.”

The spies, who were lucky enough to extend their lives for a few more days, headed to the manor with leaping joy. But only five of them were able to escape the gates of the North and head to the Imperial Palace…

Kuewaaaaa!

Ki, kiriri, kueehhhh!

And those were attacked by monsters all the way to the capital, and the only ones who arrived alive were the Emperor’s dog and the spy who discovered the traces and had his limbs cut off along the way.

* * *

After successfully preparing a diversion for the pursuers, I started working on a gift for Raven, who might be leaving soon.

So, I began to roll my head using the things that appeared in the original story, the things I made the settings for, and the things I roughly learned over the past few weeks from the potion maker.

I thought I could make some useful things, so I was quite engrossed in making them.

‘As for the slave trader, I was prepared to keep the door closed at all times.’

All I have to do is buy time to hide Raven.

And on the day I borrowed a tool, I succeeded in making my first potion-like thing. It was a hair-gloss potion, so after using it on my own hair, I laughed out loud.

“Success!”

And I gave it to Raven, Sera, Jack, and the poison maker.

* * *

The maker thought.

‘This is not on the level of talent anymore, this is already on the genius tier. She’s making potions that aren’t even on the market.’

In fact, it could not be called a potion, because there was no magic. But when he tried to make it according to the recipe, he couldn’t help but open his mouth.

“Now, I think it’s time.”

Originally, he was worried about her future by trying to save Evelyn’s talent, but now it’s really…

“The time has come to welcome a disciple.”

Suffice it to say, Evelyn was her own goose of the golden eggs, and she didn’t even know it herself.

* * *

Not knowing that Jade had finally conceived of her as his disciple, Evelyn was looking at Raven, Sera, and Jack with a triumphant face.

Raven said.

“Why are you giving it to them, too?”

Even the involved people were puzzled.

Evelyn smiled at Raven’s dissatisfaction.

“In exchange, Sera, brings bread and Jack, when I ask for materials for the next experiment. Will you get it for me?”

All she had to do was pay for a bottle and she could get double the stuff for it. The two of them had committed sins and could not even refuse.

They look a little reassured that was all she asked.

They have been paying attention to Evelyn’s mood lately, and there was a part in them that became a little less poisonous because they let it out of their hearts.

They were also uncharacteristically depressed about it.

This is because the two were isolated children in a different sense, unlike other children of their age who were already moving to belong to the dark world.

Their parents had limited the children’s future to the sun.

There’s only one reason.

This is because the people who run ordinary bakeries are happier living in the sun than nobles of aristocratic status that live in the dark.

Especially in this Empire.

If they come from a <End Village>, even if they did their all to go up the ranks and were excellent in what they did, the best they could get was the Emperor’s slave tag.

By far, living a small life in a sunny place was the happiest way to live.

In any case, even Raven, who was dissatisfied with Evelyn’s actions and asked why she didn’t take revenge on them made an enlighted face.

And he looked at Evelyn with a pretty considerate tone.

“I’ll admit that you’re not a pushover.”

Evelyn smiled and muttered a swear word to herself.

And a few days passed like that.

The next completed recipe was a failed medicine that makes your nose turn red. 

It was a moment when they looked at each other for the first time with red noses in the same condition as Rudolph and burst into laughter like children their age.

And the slave trader came soon after.

* * *

As an aside, Raven hasn’t said anything about where he came from.

Because he still doesn’t believe that much in her. It’s just that he started to like a girl named Evelyn.

In particular, he was still trying not to get caught, especially with the sign of a temporary slave.

When she was treating his back, he didn’t take it all off, just barely lifting his clothes up.

Because this was a class-based society, it was difficult for him to imagine anything outside this world’s attitude toward those who would have been enslaved.

Evelyn might be a pushover and take good care of him, but he didn’t think she would come forward and even risk her life for him.

Still, peace seemed to last a long time.

He thought so, and around the time he peacefully put the bread soup in his mouth.

There was a loud knock on the door.