A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted

When she heard Raven’s words to be careful, Evelyn was genuinely happy.

Because when she was sick, the only person who cared about her was her little brother.
 

“Sister, I’m fine, so you should take care of yourself.”

Ah. It came to mind.

Evelyn briefly closed her eyes at the voice of her brother, which came to mind in the midst of her joy.

I made a friend thanks to you. He is a young friend who worries about me and nags me a lot.

At first, maybe she wanted to project her little brother onto that child.

‘Even though I was rejected with a single blow.’

Now I think I was glad to be rejected.

(Note: She was asked to be called Sister, but Raven said no. A few chapters back.)

In fact, Raven always reflected his little concerns for her.

Is it because the weather is nice today, or is it because something good happened?

That concern touched her.

“I have a very competent disciple, working with her eyes closed.” 

“Master, have you ever seen a treasure called ‘Tact’ in your life?”

It’s very precious…

“Besides, why am I a disciple, sir?”

“Because I made it that way.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Most people call me Potion Maker or Mr. Jade.”

“What?”

“But you called me Master from the beginning. You don’t have the right to say no, if you refuse, you’re cheating.”

What is this dude talking about?

Anyway, I recognized it would be like this from the first time he called me a brat.

But Evelyn didn’t actively deny it because everything she learned from him would be useful. It was also because, even though she didn’t say anything directly, she constantly begged him to teach her.

‘I don’t have to worry about the supply of <Bard> now, so it’s okay.’

This is also karma.

Although there were such minor interruptions, Evelyn was still happy. Just like a person who decided to be happy for just one day, she decided she would be happy no matter what for today.

But, in the end, she vomited blood in front of the Potion Maker.

“……”

The Potion Maker, who had been watching Evelyn cough blood from a distance, suddenly looked out the window and screamed loudly.

It was a cry full of irritation and anger.

People passing by thought that the oddball was still doing odd things today, but in Evelyn’s eyes who sees him every day, it was indeed a new eccentric thing to see.

Anyway, thanks to his bizarre behavior, Evelyn, who came to her senses, came to a neat conclusion at the end of her thoughts.

Let’s just ask a favor. 

“Please keep it a secret, Master. There is someone who worries about me.”

At the same time, the Potion Maker frowned at Evelyn, who smiled happily. 

“You, how can you laugh right now!”

He examined her immediately.

But <Krad> was a rare disease.

It was not a disease that could be diagnosed with the skills of a low-level potion maker who was not even a formal doctor from the Wizard’s Tower.

“What the hell is this about?”

The sadness in his voice was the first desperate emotion she had ever seen Jade make.

Evelyn looked up at her eccentric Master in a bit of panic.

And she opened her eyes wide in surprise.

‘Are you crying?’

Yes, he was an oddball but at the same time a very honest man.

“My long-cherished wish is… no, then….”

While he muttered incomprehensible words and sighing, Evelyn spoke a little awkwardly.

“Well, Master?”

Then the Potion Maker stared at Evelyn. And after wiping the spilled blood clean, he sniffed his nose and curtly said.

 “I will teach you well, very properly.”

Enough for you to improve your condition with your own hands. 

Evelyn did not hear the back words, but smiled happily and nodded her head as if she had.

***

And exactly an hour later, she bitterly regretted it.

“Why do you hold a knife like this!?”

“If you don’t know how to tell the difference between a fruit with seeds and a fruit without seeds, there is no hope.”

“If you do that, you’ll end up in trouble.” 

He first made Evelyn hold a knife shaped in a strange form.

And said

“Don’t wear gloves. You can’t handle mana, so feel the herbs with your body to take care of them. First the sense of touch, then the sense of smell…”

However, it was a very sharp knife, and because it was a small knife, it cut her hand more easily.

“The wound is a medal.”

That’s how you learn. By cutting yourself. 

But he still didn’t give her a daily wage! 

‘I didn’t even say I would do this his way.’

She thought something was wrong, but the time in the Potion Maker’s lab was so hectic that the day ended in a blink. 

“I want to train you all day, but…” 

“Goodbye, Master. Have a nice dream. Master. I wish you well…”

“Just go.”

Evelyn jumped without looking back.

But even such an unfortunate incident could not affect Evelyn’s happiness.

Finally, the healing effects began to appear.

Raven is waiting at home.

She even managed to buy a little bit of meat having saved and stored all the money she could.

“Hm-huhum.”

A happy hum came out of nowhere.

But apart from that, Evelyn’s complexion was really pale. To such an extent, that she could be compared to a corpse that came out of the grave to have a night walk.

“Hey.”

Sera, whom she met on her way back, shyly asked.

“Are you sick?”

“Evelyn, did you drink? If it’s not a bottle of alcohol, did you get indigestion?”

To the point where Jack who followed Sera said so with his mouth wide open in surprise. 

But Evelyn’s expression was as warm as the spring sun.

* * *

“Come out.”

Raven couldn’t follow Evelyn to the end.

Because he felt something chasing him.

Something hidden in the shadows flinched at his low-pitched words.

It was a group.

Raven slightly frowned for a moment, but it wasn’t because of a bad feeling.

‘This, no way.’

“Are you…The Black Knights?”

It was in a state of considerable agitation, but Raven’s appearance only reflected slightly enlarged eyes.

The black shadows wiped away the tears that had been shed silently as they watched Raven. 

Their little master was still there.

It was still small, lovely, scary, cold, and heartless.

Eventually, the black knights, who had collected their expressions as much as possible, followed the knight commander’s gesture and moved.

In an instant, ten knights got down on one knee and lined up in front of Raven. There wasn’t even a thumping sound, but the quiet movement and stillness made it even more resonant.

‘Ah.’

Raven looked at them with mixed eyes.

And.

“……Have you caught all the spies?”

When dealing with his subordinates, he speaks in a tone that resembles his father, so only hard words come out unintentionally.

Even though he was really happy to see them. If Bell had seen it, she might have grabbed her stomach in a burst of laughter.

But not the knights.

“As of yesterday, we caught the last one.”

The commander answered without raising his head.

The foolish spies were convinced that they had seized victory with the clothes that the Little Lord had thrown away.

The black knight, who had been ordered to watch over them every now and then, made a simple gesture at the end of his report.

He put his fingers on the side of his head and twirled it around.

“Everyone was laughing so much that they shed tears, Captain.”

He was distraught when he heard that.

Had a corpse, not clothes, been found, he would probably have grabbed the leash of the emperor’s dog as it ran away.

But now, the oath period had yet to end, so they had to endure it.

‘But what does it matter?’

Their Little Lord was living peacefully like this.

“What about the Head?”

“He’s still… …not opening his eyes.” 

There was a hint of weeping in the voice that sounded like a whisper. The lined knights exchanged glances without speaking.

‘The leader is still crying.’

‘What about a towel?’

‘Who is carrying it?’

Raven looked at those knights with a strange face.

“Commander.”

“……”

“Luke. Raise your head.”

The Knight Commander’s face had flowing tears and dangling snot.

Raven realized it only after seeing that hideous face.

That the time to go back was really close.