As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the hideous bars. A vicious bed guard like this, I think itâs a prison cellâŠ
While I was struggling for a long time because my body was heavy, my reason gradually returned. First of all, the biggest feeling was the dull stiffness.
My headache was so bad. My mouth was so dry and my whole body ached. Did I drink too much last night? No, I definitely worked overtime yesterday, so I stayed in the office until after midnight and left work.
After that, I came out to catch a taxi. At that time, I found a car going back and forth along the centerline from far away, and as soon as I was about to report it because I thought it was a drunk driverâŠ
âI was in a car accidentâŠ!â
Surprised by the memory that finally came to mind, I jumped up and flinched with dizziness. Oh, my head is about to break.
âTsk, she woke up again.â
âHuh? What?â
âWho said sheâs not a witch? Is poison useless?â
âWhat?â
Even before I could properly check the other personâs appearance, an arm suddenly popped in through the bars. I was holding my forehead, and I couldnât resist and was grabbed by the collar in an instant.
âOpen your mouth.â
Someone grabbed my chin with their grasp and spread it out. Soon, some liquid poured into my mouth.
I was then pushed by a violent touch and swallowed a liquid that I didnât even know. As soon as the force that was grabbing my collar disappeared, I fell on the floor and coughed.
âCough, cough, cough!â
The tip of my nose tingled and it was spicy, so I teared up.
Did I take medicine? No, but how can a hospital treat a patient in a car accident like this?
âNo, this isâŠÂ Cough! What? Cough, cough!â
The strawberry taste filled in the mouth was just like syrup for children. I was coughing one after another, covering my mouth, and I heard a voice of embarrassment.
âWhy arenât you dying?â
Once I coughed, I couldnât stop. I was worried that I might throw up at this rate. The loud cough that forced me to clench my teeth stopped, but my nose was still burning. I looked up, wiping away my tears.
In the meantime, I could see a man standing over the bars to see if his eyes were familiar in darkness. Wearing a costume Iâve never seen in my life, he was wearing a mask and only showing his eyes, but he seemed very embarrassed for some reason.
âWhat? Is she a real black wizard?â
âWhat are you talking about⊠But who is she?â
Pulling myself together, I realized that this was not a hospital. Rather, itâs appropriate to call it a prison.
I looked around because I couldnât understand the scenery reminiscent of a movie set, but the man was angry and pressed me.
âWhy was it not working when you took medicine? What are you trying to do?â
No, you canât ask me that.
âI guess they brought something wrong.â
When I responded angrily, the man staggered backwards. Then he glanced down at the bottle he was holding.
âNo way⊠Didnât they say that even one drop would send someone to the next world?â
What did that man just say? Another world with one drop? Youâre pouring that stuff down my throat now?
When I looked up at him with an absurd look, my eyes met the man who had looked at me in absurdity as well.
âHey, what did you say? What is that world?â
âDid I really get it wrong?â
Mumbling in a bewildered voice, he brought his nose to the tip of the bottle he was holding and sniffed. As he tilted his head, he carefully tilted the bottle.
A drop of liquid that had remained at the mouth of the bottle formed into a circle, and the man, who had thought for a moment, tasted it with the tip of his tongue. ThenâŠ
âOuch! Ugh!â
The bottle fell to the floor and rolled over. Black veins appeared on the manâs face as he wrapped his hands around his own neck.
âUgh!â
The manâs face turned purple in an instant, and he collapsed.
Unable to close his bloodshot eyes, the man convulsed a few more times before drooping his limbs after a while.
ââŠExcuse me?â
I couldnât breathe and looked at the man, I carefully reached out the bars. Unfortunately or fortunately, my fingertips did not touch the manâs body.
Grasping the iron bars with my trembling hands, I raised my voice a little louder.
âExcuse me!â
The man was motionless. Oh my gosh, thatâs unbelievable. Is he really dead?
I slowly looked down and saw the bottle rolling on the floor. Not a single drop of liquid flowed from the spout of the bottle, which was completely lying on its side. The inside was empty.
As the man said, it seems that it was really the medicine of sending one to the other world with just a drop. Because the man died with just one drop.
But then, I drank almost all the liquid in that bottle, so why am I alive now?
âWhat?! Why is the door open?â
I was staring blankly at the corpse, and a long light came from the hallway. A couple of shadows flickered with a loud noise, then the sound of running was heard.
âItâs a corpse!â
âA man is dead!â
Soon after, new people found the corpse and shouted loudly. I, who had been dazed by the iron bars up to that point, only came to my senses when the light shone on me.
âTo kill people even in prison!â
Yeah?
âHave you not given up on that viciousness until the end? Get this girl right nowâŠ!â
âNo!â
The soldiers stopped when I shouted urgently. It didnât immediately catch my eye that there were several soldiers who looked like people I had only seen in movies, or that they were illuminating me with objects I had never seen before.
Surprised that I had been mistaken for a murderer before the shock that a person had died in front of my eyes, I was just filled with thoughts of clearing up this misunderstanding right away.
âThis man came here and all of a sudden he drank it!â
The soldiers still looked at me with suspicious eyes.
âI didnât do it!â
The eyes of the soldiers, which were full of doubts, changed subtly.
ââŠItâs true.â
Soldiers with frowned faces murmured among themselves. Then, one person said something to me.
âYouâre finally crazy, Giselle Roycevin.â
Giselle Roycevin? Iâve heard that name before.
âThe Roycevin family is already doomed. Give up and get ready to be hanged.â
What do you mean hanging? Hey, soldier. What does that mean?
The soldiers, who were whining before I could say something, took the body and left.
I then belatedly realized why the name Giselle Roycevin was familiar.
Pls read only at pink muffin tl.
Giselle Roycevin was a wicked woman who appeared in a novel I read. In the middle of the novel, she was desperately defeated by the main characters, her whole family was exterminated, and she was also hanged. However, while waiting for the hanging, she was poisoned by an assassin and ended her lifeâŠ
Giselle Roycevin?
This.
This canât be it.
~*~
There was a very devastating romance novel called ăPoison Appleă
The female supporting villain was the first to fail and be poisoned, the male protagonist was murdered by the villain, the female protagonist commits suicide because she was pessimistic about her situation, and the final villain was deceived at the end and dies from poison.
In a word, everyone dies. All of the important characters, regardless if they were good or bad.
I read this novel because I was about to explode due to work stress. I wanted to sweep everything away from my boss, co-worker, and client, but I couldnât, so I was vicariously satisfied with this novel.
Thanks to this, when all other readers criticized the writer, I applauded and cheered for the writerâs bold decision alone. Furthermore, I left a long commentary. I think I was disappointed, saying it would have been better to be more devastated.
âŠHa, why did I do that?
âCrazy, crazy. The villain was stupid and pitiful, so I asked to live.â
I regretted it belatedly after covering my head, but it was no use hitting the ground for a hundred days.
âNo, did I know this would happen?â
Did you think I would be the first one to die?
âGiselle Roycevin, to punish the wicked witchâŠâ
âYes, yes. Did you bring poison? Hurry up and give it to me.â
When I reached out my other hand with my head still held with one hand, the assassin paused. Half of his face was covered with a black cloth, but I could see that he looked embarrassed in his eyes.
Does that person know what number of assassins he is?
I donât care. Iâll drink it and send him away.
âArenât you going to give me poison?â
âHey, hereâŠâ
This poison bottle looked pretty. What does this taste like?
Looking down at the poison bottle, the assassin came to his senses and narrowed his eyes again. It was obvious that I would make an ugly noise, so I quickly opened the lid and poured it into my mouth.
At first, I was scared and it took a long time, but after a few experiences, I realized that it was all useless. When I tried it, it was best to finish it quickly.
Oh, this tastes like light strawberry milk. Itâs strawberry milk, but it has a strawberry scent only.
âWhat is it? Why isnât it working?â
The assassin murmured embarrassingly as he looked at me again. I looked calm and shrugged.
âYou must have brought the wrong one. Do you want to check?â
When I gave the medicine bottle that had about a sip left, the assassin quickly accepted it. As I continued to meet the assassins, I felt that the assassins here are a little lacking.
Why do they keep giving poison?
âOh my.â
If I keep watching a person die bleeding in front of me, it will inevitably become dull.
Itâs not that Iâm not scared or surprised. However, it means that humans are animals in learning, and I am also an animal in learning, so I am less surprised and less embarrassed than before.
In addition, this was not the world I lived in and there was no sense of reality, so the death of a person did not come vividly. Honestly, I have in mind that this is the possibility of an overly vivid dream.
Itâs weird to feel the taste, touch, and pain, but⊠How can I explain this situation unless itâs a dream?
âHa, what am I, suddenly in a novel. Ridiculous.â
I muttered in a bluffing voice and gave up. This was because the smell of blood came out too thick in front of me.
How can the smell of blood be so vivid in my dreams? Is it really a dream?