Chapter 14: The Villainess Awakens!
I knew at a glance that this was not a normal condition.
âLowellâs handâŚ
Young Master, w-what is thisâŚ!?
What happened to Lowell!?â
âIt seems the back of his hand was struck by a magical beastâs claw.
The wound itself isnât deep, but heâs been poisoned.â
âPoisonâŚâ
My voice trembled.
âP-Please, give him an antidote potion!
Iâll pay whatever it costs!â
I clung to the medic in white robes, but he lowered his gaze and shook his head.
âMaâam, we already used the antidote.
But it didnât seem to have any effect at all.â
âThe antidote⌠didnât workâŚ?â
âItâs a rare and extremely potent poison.
As far as we know, there is no antidote potion that can counter it.â
âThat canât beâŚâ
I staggered, and the young master caught me from the side.
âRosie, please listen carefully and stay calm.
At this rate, the poison will spread, and Lowell will die.â
ââŚ!â
For a moment, my breathing stopped at his matter-of-fact words.
âIsnât there⌠isnât there some way to save him!?â
âIf it were holy magic, this poison could likely be erased.
But there is no one in this town who can use holy magic.â
I knew that without being told.
At present, there were only around thirty people in the entire kingdom capable of holy magic.
All of them were members of the royal family or high-ranking nobles related to it.
Every one of them held important posts in the capital.
There was no way any of them would be in a remote frontier like this.
âTh-Then if we take Lowell to the capitalâŚâ
All of my half-siblings could use holy magic.
So could my father, the king.
If it were them, they could surely save Lowell.
I didnât think they would grant my request easily, given how much they disliked me.
But if I bowed my head to the ground and begged, perhapsâŚ
For Lowellâs sake, I would offer up everything I hadâ
âItâs impossible.â
Philipâs words were merciless.
âWhen we carried him in here, the discoloration only reached his wrist.
In this short time, itâs already spread past his elbow.
He wonât survive the journey to the capital.â
âSpreadâhiââ
I let out a small scream as I cautiously looked at Lowellâs right arm.
The black discoloration that had reached his elbow before had now spread beyond it.
âRosie, listen calmly.
There is only one possible way to save Lowellâs life.â
âThere is!?
How!?
If itâs for Lowell, Iâll do anythingââ
âWe amputate Lowellâs right arm.â
I couldnât understand what he had just said.
No, my mind was refusing to accept it.
His arm?
Did he say cut off Lowellâs arm?
This childâs⌠small hand?
âBefore the poison spreads further, we take a gamble and cut off the poisoned arm.
To be honest, I canât guarantee his life.
But if we do nothing, this child will certainly die.â
Still dazed, I watched as Philip smoothly drew his longsword from its sheath.
The blade gleamed coldly.
Philip looked down at me with an icy gaze.
âIâll minimize the burden as much as possible.
Iâll do it in a single stroke.â
âStop it!â
I hugged Lowellâs limp body tightly and turned my back, shielding him from Philip.
âStopâŚ
Donât do something so cruel to LowellâŚ!â
Ah, noâ
I knew, I really did.
Philip was only trying to save Lowellâs life, calmly and rationally.
He was right.
This was probably the only way to save Lowell.
But⌠butâŚ
âLowellâŚâ
I hugged the unconscious Lowell as tightly as I could.
His pale cheeks.
His bloodless lips.
His faint breathing.
The flame of Lowellâs life was on the verge of going out.
âLowell, LowellâŚ!â
I grasped Lowellâs right hand, stained with ominous black.
His small hand.
When he was first born, it had been so much smaller.
Such a tiny hand, and yet it had five proper fingers.
Every time I changed his clothes, Iâd been afraid those slender fingers might break.
When he first wrapped that tiny hand around my finger, happiness had welled up from the depths of my heart.
We walked hand in hand on the way back from daycare.
Holding hands, singing as we headed home.
The hand that held a spoon.
The soft cheeks puffed full of his favorite corn rice as he smiled and said it was tasty.
The hand that reached out asking to be picked up.
The warmth when I lifted him and he clung to me, saying he loved me.
Now, Lowellâs small right handâhis right armâwas stained with poison and cold as ice.
âAaah⌠ughâŚ!â
âI know what Iâm asking is cruel.
But thereâs no time left.
Rosie, youâre his mother.
You must decide.â
âI canât⌠I canâtâŚ
I canât decide something like thatâŚ!â
Tears spilled out with my sobs.
No, I couldnât make the choice to take away his arm.
Even then, there was no guarantee he would survive.
âIf only IâŚ
If only I werenât a failureâŚ
If I could use holy magic like my half-siblingsâŚ
Then I could have saved Lowell, this child more precious than my own lifeâŚ!â
I couldnât forgive my own helplessness.
âRosie!â
Philipâs desperate shout rang out.
The black poison had already reached close to Lowellâs shoulder.
No⌠donât dieâŚ
Donât leave Mama behindâŚ
Lowell⌠LowellâŚ
âLowell!â
The moment I screamed his name and hugged himâ
My magic power exploded outward from my body.
Blazing golden flames enveloped me and Lowell.
âWhâ!?â
Philipâs eyes went wide.
The warm golden fire burned over Lowellâs right arm.
The black poison burned away, dispersing into mist.
The flames then broke apart into tiny particles of light, glittering as they faded.
Left behind was Lowell, without a single wound.
âThe poison⌠is goneâŚ?â
Philip murmured in disbelief.
âLowellâŚ
Lowell!â
When I called out hesitantly, his long lashes fluttered and his eyes opened.
His blue eyes reflected me.
âMamaâŚ?â
The instant I heard his voice, a different kind of tears overflowed.
âUghâŚ
Lowell, thank goodnessâŚ
Thank goodnessâŚ!â
Still holding a bewildered Lowell, I cried uncontrollably.
âA miracleâŚ!â
âThat was⌠holy magicâŚ?â
âRosie, just who are youâŚ?â
As I continued crying, Lowell gently patted my head and said, âMama, there there.â
At the preciousness of that small hand, more tears spilled over.
Ignoring the commotion around us, I kept on crying.