The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country

It felt like she was on fire, but that was just a reflexive illusion.

Her vision was greatly fuzzy, and she clawed at the ground with my hands.

She failed to dodge, and a red drop fell from my neck where the surface of her skin had been ripped open.

“Rishe-sama!”

An arrow that grazed Rishe’s neck was stuck into the ground.

The shade of the potion on the arrowhead was familiar to Rishe.

It’s the same as the other traps, mixed poison…!

She clenched her teeth tightly and probed her neck. Her fingertips glided over it, but…

The arrow only grazed me. If my neck is injured and bleeding this much, the wound is nothing serious. The problem is…

The mixture of poisons must have penetrated in.

“…”

Her consciousness began to cloud, and she felt like she was going to zonk out.

However, she was somewhat relieved to realize that it was a raging drowsiness.

Right now, the nectar poison has not yet taken effect.

This poison mixture contained a fast-acting sleeping potion that ‘attacks and counteracts’ the poison.

As long as the sleeping potion was absorbed into the body, the poison should not work.

Moreover, the symptoms that Rishe felt were not nausea and pain, but intense drowsiness.

The sleeping drug is more dominant, not the nectar poison…I’m sure this mixture of poisons is a concoction containing more dosage of sleeping potion than poison.

She tried to come up with a remedy, but her thoughts were cut off in the middle. She crouched on the ground, struggling to piece them together.

Beads of blood dripped on the fallen leaves. When Myria saw this, she shivered, but still stood up and cried, “Rishe-sama, wait! I’ll go get someone right away!”

“No, you c-can’t move…by yourself!”

She was out of breath and couldn’t speak loud enough. As she listened to the sound of Myria’s footsteps drifting away, she desperately scolded herself.

What a blunder, shedding blood before My Lady and causing her to worry too much…

She must avoid becoming a source of grief for Myria.

When around a young child, you have to protect not only their safety, but also their mind.

Don’t fall asleep. Stay awake, take action, and prolong the time it takes scratching your feet even for a little!

There were no medicinal herbs that could be used for detoxification. The antidote she concocted must be in the carriage by now.

She had them send all five bottles to the four seamstresses with one as a spare.

As a general rule, it was always a good idea to prepare an extra supply in case of damage or loss in transit.

That person would have arranged for transportation, just as Rishe had asked him to do.

With that in mind, she wondered who exactly she had asked to make such arrangements.

But she should worry about that later.

The wound. At the very least, I should clear the poison that must have remained in the skin around the wound.

The tingling and frictional heat was caused by the poison that remained on her skin.

The poison from the nectar would be absorbed into the body within thirty minutes of application to the skin.

If the amount of poison that enters the body was too high, it could lead to sequelae, even if the detoxification was successful.

There is no water, and it’s a part that can’t be tied. I can’t even reach it with my mouth to suck it out. That leaves me with…

She pressed her forehead to the ground and reached for her legs in a crouched position.

With trembling fingers, she managed to unfasten the dagger that was belted to her thigh. She couldn’t seem to use both hands, so she put the sheath in her mouth and pulled the blade out.

Cleanse it with fresh blood.

That was the only way left for now.