The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn't This Wrong?-Chapter 60: Your Highness, it was you who poisoned you, right?

By the time Liana arrived at the infirmary, night had already fallen.

She pushed open the door, and inside the room, there was only a priestess checking on Loraviel’s condition.

"How is she?"

"Her condition is very bad. Although the poison is not extremely potent, without taking the antidote in time... I’m afraid that even if she survives, her body will be in a terrible state," the priestess answered truthfully.

Loraviel's face twisted in pain, showing just how much she was suffering from the poison.

Liana frowned. So... is that how it is?

In the original story, Loraviel was immune to poison. Not completely, of course—she still felt the pain from it. But any poison she experienced, she could fully replicate.

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But looking at her now, Liana felt uneasy. She couldn’t have really killed Loraviel, could she..?

"Leave," Liana said, looking at the priestess.

"But, Lady Liana..."

"Leave."

"...I understand."

The priestess bowed and left the room. She knew that nothing she said would matter right now—someone with actual authority needed to step in. Someone like Olivia.

And soon enough, Olivia entered the room, lowering her voice so as not to disturb Loraviel’s rest.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Shouldn’t you be out looking for your next victim to torment at a time like this? Are you satisfied now? Seeing Loraviel like this?" Olivia shot Liana a cold glare.

"I just came to check on my maid."

"Oh? Then why did you make the priestess leave? Or do you have a way to cure Loraviel? Do you know better than a priestess how to heal her?" Olivia questioned.

"Your hostility toward me is really excessive, you know? It makes me sad. I’m very satisfied with Loraviel, and besides, hasn’t it already been proven that this incident has nothing to do with me?" Liana frowned, looking slightly annoyed.

She sat down beside Loraviel and touched her cold hand, genuinely worried about her condition.

If something happens to you, I’ll probably have to compensate the protagonist...

"What do you take Loraviel for? Using her as a test subject for poison when there were safer methods! Her condition is terrible—at best, she’ll be left with permanent side effects! Are you happy now?"

"Do you know? Miss Elina came to Loraviel once. She told her that she had a way for Loraviel to leave your side, that she would compensate and protect her. But Loraviel refused. She even defended you."

Defended me...?

"You make it sound like Loraviel has already been sentenced to death. I truly want her to recover," Liana said.

"Who wouldn’t want Loraviel to recover? She’s at an age where she’s just starting to learn magic, and within a month, she already passed both the knight and mage exams. Her talent is far greater than mine."

"So, if she has such incredible talent, why would I need to harm her? If you think about it, in the worst case scenario, I already have leverage over Loraviel. She can’t leave me. If she’s this talented and still obedient, why would I go out of my way to hurt her? Especially in a way that could implicate me?"

"Besides, do you really think a noble lady like me would need to get her own hands dirty just to kill a mere servant? Do you really think I would stain my hands with such meaningless blood, Olivia? You should know what kind of place Venus Manor is."

"And you should know who I am. I’m well aware that my reputation is terrible, but don’t forget—no matter what, I’m still the first heir of the Venus estate. Now think about it—who would want to stop me from gaining power? Who would want to dirty my hands with blood?"

Not only was Liana clearing herself of any suspicion, but she was also pushing the blame onto Countess Ruth.

"..."

"Believe it or not, I would never harm Loraviel. She’s obedient and sensible. Unless, of course, she stops being obedient. If she ever disobeys me, then maybe I would reconsider."

What Liana said made sense. There was no reason for her to act against Loraviel, and Olivia could feel that something was different about Liana now.

"The most important thing is that if my new servants turn out to be as useless as Salido, that would be a real headache. A maid like Loraviel is truly hard to find," Liana murmured, squeezing Loraviel’s cold hand. "She’s very obedient, isn’t she?"

This time, Olivia didn’t argue. She remembered what Loraviel had said earlier.

"You really wouldn’t harm her?"

"If I really wanted to, why would I have you train her? Why would I send her to take the exams?" Liana countered, then smirked. "Unless it was just to mess with you? That does sound like a fun idea."

It was best not to push Olivia too far—she was too straightforward, too easy to read. Of course, that was also one of her good qualities.

But that was enough talk. Whether Olivia believed her or not was entirely up to her.

Just then, Loraviel's fingers twitched slightly. But a small movement like that wasn’t enough to confirm that she was out of danger.

The priestess had said that even if she survived, there would still be side effects.

Loraviel's eyes slowly opened, her violet pupils clouded as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

Then, a violent cough racked her body, forcing up blood from her throat. But as the blood left her lips, her eyes regained their usual clarity.

Is the poison really this weak? Liana almost wanted to taste it herself to check. But when she remembered Loraviel’s agonizing expression just moments ago, she dismissed the thought. There was no need to suffer unnecessarily.

She had to admit, this was just another example of the protagonist's ridiculously overpowered abilities.

"Loraviel? Are you okay?" Olivia asked. She was a soldier, not a healer, so she had little knowledge of healing magic.

Loraviel looked down at her pale hands. She still felt a slight discomfort, but overall, there didn’t seem to be any major issues.

"I... I think I'm fine. Just a bit sore," Loraviel said, assessing her body.

Liana patted her shoulder. "Didn’t expect you to be so tough. Not bad. But failing to detect poison in time and putting your master in danger... you still have a long way to go."

"Since you're fine now, hurry up and cook something for me. Thanks to you, I still haven’t had dinner. I’m starving," Liana kicked the bed frame.

"Liana! Loraviel just woke up! We don’t even know if there are any lingering effects! The priestess should check her again before she does anything," Olivia snapped, furious at how quickly Liana had returned to her usual self.

"I think my hunger is the more urgent problem here," Liana muttered, but she didn’t push Loraviel. She waited for the priestess to return.

"Lady Olivia, I really don’t feel any discomfort. I think I’m fine," Loraviel reassured.

"No. You need to be checked again," Olivia said firmly. "I’ll handle Liana’s dinner."

"Fine, fine. But I really do prefer Loraviel’s cooking."

A warm light enveloped Loraviel as the priestess performed another healing spell.

"This is... strange..." the priestess murmured, confused.

Half an hour ago, Loraviel’s condition had been critical...

"What is it?" Liana asked.

"Miss Loraviel’s body is completely normal. There are no abnormalities, no lingering side effects. It’s as if... this never happened."

"Oh? So she’s fine?"

"You could say that..."

"Then you have no reason to stop her, do you? Hurry up and prepare my dinner," Liana ordered impatiently.

...

Loraviel carried the meal Olivia had prepared and entered Liana’s room.

After all, Olivia would never let a sick person cook.

"Are you really feeling okay?" Liana asked again.

"Aside from some soreness in my limbs, I feel fine. Thank you for your concern, Lady Liana."

Loraviel looked at Liana, feeling...

"What? Do you have something to say?" Liana asked, noticing Loraviel staring at her.

"Lady Liana... it was you who poisoned me, wasn’t it?" Loraviel finally gathered the courage to ask.