The Villain Daughter Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride in a Former Enemy Country

When I opened the carriage door, there was no sign of a thief around.

The leashes now head to the center of the noise, paying attention to the neighborhood because of their round hips. The screams and yells that were echoing from the front soon quieted back.

I can see why right away.

(... this is...)

Rolling on the ground are thieves and a dozen men.

Standing in the center of it, Arnold rolled on his back as he looked down at one of the thieves. Poking the sword out into his throat, he frowned boringly.

"Is that it? He said he let the knights back down because of it, and I did it alone. Don't even get bored."

"Huh... Huh!

Stepping all the way down the thief's belly, Arnold turned his grim obsession.

The look is terribly cold. It's not anger at the existence that raided us, it's the eyes of disappointment that didn't meet our expectations.

The knights, who are supposed to be subordinates, give a frightened look to that air unleashed by Arnold. Arnold, with his blood-dropping sword in his hand, gently waved it and paid for the blood.

Are you willing to kill the thief like this?

Though so dangerous, Arnold wiped his sword with the thief's clothes and delivered it to his sheath.

If you look closely, all the thieves rolling around seem to be just losing their minds.

(I didn't kill one...! Because this is still another country?

Exactly, you mean you're rational enough not to step on such a bad footing?

Or will Arnold still not behave like murdering people at this point?

Observing, he noticed his gaze. Arnold looks here. And he looked surprised. It's a different, more honest look than ever.

"You, how did you get out of the carriage?

"It's a secret. Because if you seed it, it will be countered."

"Ha. I really don't know the bottom."

You had such a cold look until earlier, I hope you don't suddenly look like you're having fun with your age. As it was pioneering, a man descended from the carriage.

"Your Highness! You are also unscrupulous!

What came out angry is a man of no less length than Arnold. With his short silver hair, he hung his eyebrows, apparently an Alnort squire named Oliver.

"What do you think knights are on for? If you have no choice but to engage with thieves, let the knight back down and fight for himself."

(Let's be honest...)

This Oliver doesn't seem to cower at all about Arnold. Five days ago, Leishe was introduced to him before leaving his homeland, but he was greeted like in his body, 'Regards, my lord, from now on'.

Arnold's face is not horrible towards Oliver, either, and he has a seemingly annoying look on his face.

"I felt the killing spirit that persecuted the bandits. These kinds of arrangements are troublesome. I'd rather defend my national interests alone than let the knights fight and do damage in a place that's not even a battlefield.... In fact, there will be wounded in the first people to engage"

He was right, several knights brought to the tree, neat. Arnold gives instructions to the knights who were letting him back down.

"Troop One will take care of the injured. Second unit, capture the bandits."

"Ha."

"Not at all... Your Highness's. That's a theory of results. I'm glad nothing happened, but take me out to Mr. Leishe. What are you going to do if you don't protect yourself in the carriage?"

"I didn't get you off the carriage."

That's what they said, and Liesche distracted herself slightly.

What worries me more than that is how the knights look. They are all weak, even though the injury itself doesn't seem to be that deep due to the bleeding.

"Um, can I help you with something?"

Speaking to the knight in the conjugal role, he looked up at the leachet with a slight look.

"There is no annihilation! Please go back to the carriage and rest."

……

There must be nothing particularly unnatural about a knight's words if that's all he hears.

But the vibes they had to see the leashes were that they didn't want to let their precious companions near them.

(You're more alert than unwelcome...)

"Ugh..."

One of the knights is held up by his companions and groans.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?"

"Or my body's paralyzed..."

"What?... This is..."

The knight, rushing to pick up the sword that was falling at his feet, ascertains the blade and fades blue.

"Your Highness! Take a look. The bandits seem to have planted poisonous drugs in their weapons."

"... chip"

Arnold frowned and added instructions to the knights.

"Find out where the wounded wound is as soon as possible. If you tie it close to your heart, suck the poison out of your wound."

The instructions are generally accurate. Liesche glances around, trying to get closer to the bandits who are already tied up.

When I pulled the dagger out of my sheath, the blade was painted with extraordinary liquid, as the knight had said.

(Plenty, you're painted at all costs. It's an inexpensive and massively available poison)

When I fan it with my hands to make sure it smells, I can't feel the irritating odor. Now keep your nose directly close and analyze it in more detail.

(It smells sweet, like an overripe apple.... a mixture of sheer grass and bluestone mushrooms, no doubt about it. Symptoms of the knights are generally consistent)

Leishe stood up softly, turning toward the carriage she was riding.

"Your Highness, Mr. Leishe is returning to the carriage."

"I don't mind. Do whatever you want."

"Well... we talked about being sword-trained, because I guess you don't have battlefield experience. Such a terrible sight would be cruel to the young lady."

(There it is. this and this and then......)

Listening to the conversations between Arnold and the others, Liesche searches for what she's looking for.

"The poison planted is probably like a paralytic drug. I hear hunters around here have something to use to weaken their large prey. The amount applied to the blade should be less than the lethal amount."

"You're in trouble, though. Until the Garchhein country, we have two days to quote in the shortest possible time. When you are passing through a knight who can't move, it becomes more of an itinerary."

"We'll have to find a settlement with the hunters. If you get the antidote - …"

"Um."

The two undone leashes raised their hands softly.

"I, I have. Antidote."

"- What?"

The gaze of the scene gathered at the same time to Lieche.

Arnold's view was roughly in line with Liesche's speculation.

This sweet-smelling poison is used for hunting all over the continent. It is made from ingredients that can be picked in spring time and is treasured because the toxin disappears due to heating caused by flames.

Liesche herself had several opportunities in the past to see this poison. I have also treated patients who have taken this poison in their pharmacist life.

"Adult men's lethal dose includes a glass of wine. Less than a hundredth of them would have entered the knights' bodies."

……

Leishe explained to Arnold as he asked the wounded knights to sleep sideways. On the other hand, I won't stop doing certain tasks.

"However, you shouldn't sleep on your back because tongue and other movements can also be worse. Because the root of your tongue falls down your throat and blocks your airway."

"I see.... I understand the description, so?

Arnold asks, peeking into Leishe's hand.

What the hell are you doing?

"What, as you can see, it's antidote making."

That's what Liesche said in great seriousness as he pinched the herbs in the vessel.

The white vessel for the soup contains the flowers I just picked this morning.

Crush that flower with the back of a spoon, add another grass flower when it fits around, and press to mix again. The truth is that a rind bowl is more efficient, but I can't tell you how luxurious it is in a place without tools.

"The reason this poison is treasured by hunters is because it's cheap and readily available and it's easy to secure the antidote."

Poisons made from spring weeds can be picked in the same forest as detoxification.

Apparently, the hunters who discovered that the deer, who had made it normal to eat poisonous bluestone mushrooms, were also eating some wild grass together, knitted themselves to the experimental bench.

"The truth is, boiling it works better. Hurry up and use this one."

A small amount of water was added to the crushed herb and the leachet, which was rubbed with a cloth, stood up in his hand a vessel containing green medicine.

And then you realize your surroundings are staring at you.

……

I couldn't figure out the reason for my gaze and looked up at Arnold unexpectedly in trouble.

Next to Oliver being pompous, Arnold is keeping his mouth shut to think about something. If you're going to treat me, you'd better start as soon as possible.

That's all that bothered me, Leishe thought to himself.

(Oh. Hey, I wonder if they suspect me)

But if you think about it, it's natural.

(Even I don't want to suddenly use a medicine formulated by someone else in red. But the longer it takes to get the antidote, the harder it will be to get paralyzed...)

At the very least, I want to clear up their anxiety. Liesche thinks so and walks over to Arnold.

Turning the sleeve of his own dress, he next pulled half the sword he was wearing out of his sheath.

"I'll borrow it, Your Highness."

"Nah..."

Tell him so, then press the soft skin on the inside of his arm against the sword. Although the pale pain runs, it is nothing compared to the wounds of a knight's life.

"What are you doing!

Arnold glances at the red muscle on Liesche's arm. He was about to get his arm grabbed and pulled his body back instantly.

I didn't think he'd be so surprised. But not if you're dealing with it. Leishe looks back at the knights as she regains the vessel where the contents were about to spill.

"Rest assured. This liquid is not poisonous."

That's what I said. Spoon the pill, dripping it over a wound I made myself. A little smudging is evidence that the ingredients of the herb are extractable.

"It's a mixture of licorice grass and luqua flowers, plus carrier fruit crushed. If you still have trouble believing this, I'll take a sip."

The truth is, I want to avoid it as much as possible because it's bitter. He looked down at the nearest knight as he hid his true heart.

"The poison that you have received is that the paralysis lasts for a few days. So choose."

"Eh, bu...?

"Do you want to use this medicine? Hold on to that uncomfortable paralysis and wait still to reach Garchhein. ask His Highness again to find a hunter's settlement and get the antidote they use -"

Leishe tells him so and smiles.

"Choose your preferred means. Hey, Your Highness."

……

Arnold looked at Liesche with a seemingly complicated face he had never seen before.