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

“You’ll just forget all about it except your own interests, don’t you? However, the notes are too esoteric in its content. That would be too difficult to present to someone you’ve never met before…”

“Waaaaaa!!!!”

While turning the pages of the book she received, Rishe couldn’t help but let out a cry.

Teacher’s old research results!!! By the time I met him, they were already burned as lab material! He said he couldn’t remember what he wrote, but it’s something I’ve been curious about….

There were a lot of notes in it that Rishe still didn’t know.

There were a number of things that he seemed to have been satisfied with which he determined from experimental results, but probing deeper into them, they seemed to lead to various outcomes. She couldn’t seem to stop just reading them.

“… That’s a surprise. Does Rishe know what Michel is researching about?”

Michel laughed happily at those words which escaped Rishe’s ears.

“Fufufu, I knew she was a very interesting kid.”

****

After spending the next hour or so asking Michel various questions, she went to the royal villa to check on the pot.

It seemed to have boiled to some extent, so she let it cool down and transferred it to a small bottle.

After returning to the reception, she called Kyle, who was resting in his room alone. Rishe held out the finished bottle of medicine to him, and announced modestly. “Here’s the finished potion… But there is actually one major issue with it.”

Michel was baffled.

“You mean the side effects? The major one seemed usually just enough to make someone drowsy.”

“No, it’s not a side effect.”

“Tell me, Lady Rishe. I’ll go through any ordeal to overcome my illness.”

“Prince Kyle…”

Rishe gently lowered her eyes.

Kyle, who looked very calm, was affected, and gulped and cleared his throat.

“This medicine has an awful taste.”

“It tastes awful.”

Kyle parroted and nodded his head in understanding. Then Michel chuckled and said, “What, what was that?”

“Kyle will be fine. He’s a very strong kid – very serious and hardworking. Eh?”

“Teacher, can you stop raising the hurdle?!”

“Ha, can you really take the challenge?”

Kyle looked intimidated, but he shut his eyes as if he’d made up his mind.

“No, this isn’t the time to be weak. If this is the challenge I’ve been given, then I’ll just take it with all my might.”

“Or, Prince Kyle…”

“It certainly smells horrendous. And so much more than the bitterness that the people were forced to lick in the past wars!!!”

“Okay, I’ll give Kyle a drink. Say – ahhh.”

“Ah-Teacher!! Wait, at least get some water before you give it!”

Giving no chance for Rishe to stop him, Michel pushed the vial to Kyle’s mouth.

A murky green liquid was poured down Kyle’s throat when he tried to say something.

“—-……”

Kyle held it in his mouth, turned around, and froze for a few seconds.

Perhaps he couldn’t swallow it, but the longer he kept it in his mouth, the harder it got. At the same time that Rishe stood up, she heard him gulp and swallow.

“Uh, Prince Kyle…?”

She was relieved that he drank it in one go, but she asked hesitantly.

“Are you okay?”

“Uhm….”

Kyle was about to reply, but what came out was a coughing fit.

It was obvious he wasn’t, but he looked up and forcibly squeezed out a voice.

“… I’m fine … It’s far more palatable and easier to drink than the dirt my father used to tell me to eat.”

“It’s not palatable or anything. This medication is liquid, you know?!”

Comparing solids and liquids in the concept of palatability was probably uncommon.

“Hey, Kyle, what does it taste like? What does it taste like?

“It has a distinctive smell that assaults you mixed with the bitterness and sourness. The strange sweetness of the drink, after it’s drunk, tangles around your tongue and makes it feel slippery … ugh.”

“Prince Kyle, your live feed is okay! Excuse me, knights, please give Prince Kyle some water …!”

“Hang in there and savor the taste. Here’s one more mouthful.”

“Teacher!!”

In the next few moments, the reception room was in an uproar.

Nevertheless, she managed to calm them down and asked Kyle to return to his room. Apart from the effects of the potion, he needed to get a good rest.

Leaving the Koyor knights to escort him, only Rishe, Michel and her knight guards were left behind.

“Teacher, it’s time for you to go back to the tower and rest. A knight is going to show you around, so would you please wait a little while until he gets here?”

“All right. Thank you so much.”

It was past ten o’clock in the evening. It was time for Rishe to return to the royal villa and prepare for sleep. She has another training session in the morning, so she had to remove the nail polish she painted.

Maybe I should stop by the field again later.