Chapter 1

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Poison & Detox: The Villainess Daughter Entered the Doting Route

Chapter 1

Something like that.

How long has it been since I’ve been lying on this cold ground?

It started from the numbing of the throat. Then a little while later, dizziness, then attacked by intense nausea. Then, hands and feet start convulsing, and I fell, unable to move a single finger.

Collapse on the ground, I watched the mouse slurp the spilled soup, then emitting white bubbles and falling over, I realized.

(So, I’ve received poison.)

I guess they don’t have a use for me anymore.

My name is Olivia Bell Irvine.

The daughter of Marquis Irvine—the King’s most trusted courtier—and the Crown Prince’s finance. An ostensibly noble position, that is, until 10-days ago.

Now she is a sinner who tried to poison the country’s treasure, the Saint, and is held in the prison tower. Naturally, they revoked the engagement, leaving me with nothing.

Throat hurting and vomiting repeatedly, my mouth is overflowing with blood. It seems like I’ve received a painful slow-acting poison. Treating me like this after using me thoroughly, people say I’m the devil, but I think those people are the actual devil.

(Why do I have to meet this ending?)

While feeling all sorts of pain in this world, I weakly laughed.

It was a meaningless life.

There wasn’t a single happy moment, a rubbish life of being used and full of misery. Not a single person came to mind that I would like to see for the last time.

My father ignored my existence from the beginning and to the very end.

My fiance abandoned me and accused me of being a sinner.

I have no knights, no attendants, and no friends, an isolated and pitful woman.

Even though I’m dying like this, no one would care enough to intervene or stop it. How empty.

Beaming with happiness, blonde hair, an image came into mind.

Like that child, I wish I led a happy life.

Not the life where you wait for death as the poison slowly tortures you, but a life of being cherished by many people—a life where you can look forward to tomorrow without any anxieties—a life full of blessing. That sort of blissful life……

Even if I pray for it, it won’t be grant to a foolish sinner like me.

(Dear God——oh, how I deeply resent you.)

The sixteen years of my life ended in solitude, suffering from agony up to the last moment.

◆

When I realized it, I was in a warm place.

Like a small church altar, a gentle light shines down from the ceiling incessantly, illuminating the greenery of moss and ivy that’s quietly encroaching the surrounding rock walls.

In front of me stood a young boy that I don’t recognize.

A beautiful child. Hair and skin are white like snow. The Shinto priest-like clothing he is wearing is also white. His whole body illuminated in radiance. It looks almost like–.

「That’s right, I’m Demiurge. I’m what you human called, God.」

The young boy’s voice was like a hymn, pure and majestic, reverberating deeply into my consciousness to the point where I want to kneel and pray.

Demiurge—it is the name of God who created this world.

He created Heaven and Earth, gave birth to Spirits—the father of all life.

The sole God that I cursed on my deathbed— —.

Considering up to that point, I was astounded.

（I’m……alive？）

Why?

I’d died from poisoning in that prison tower—that is what should’ve happened. I also vividly remember that indescribable affliction and anguish.

「That’s right. You died.」

When I raised my head instinctively, the boy—Demiurge had a benevolent smile on his face.

「……As I thought, I’ve died. Well then, is this Heaven?」

「No. You can’t ascend to Heaven?」

After hearing Demiurge’s statement, my shoulders dropped, unable to hide my disappointment.

「I see……As expected. There’s no way a sinner like me can ascend to Heaven.」

「Wait, wait. You won’t go to Heaven, but you won’t go to Hell either. You have suffered a lot, didn’t you? To the point where your resentment had reached me, it must have been considerable.」

How pitiful, Demiurge expressed with a contradicting smile that displayed he doesn’t think so at all.

To a God, the life and death of a human is a trivial matter.

「Let see, what is it that you’ve done? Undeniably, you did put poison in the Saint’s tea. However, it was not your intention, but order by your stepmother, right? 」

「That……」

「Despite that, you have to die in agony, with no one to mourn for you, indeed is a bit excessive? Even though you’re the villainess daughter, why did you have to be burden with this misery? 」

The villainess daughter, is he talking about me?

Unquestionably, to the people who protect the Saint, I must be a villain in their eyes.

「Please don’t misunderstand. I did not particularly torment you or anything. You see, your soul came from another world, and it seems like your soul was unable to adapt to this world, causing unnecessary misery to you.」

As if he was bemused, the God of Creation scratched his head carefreely.

So, in the end, did God summon me to present that it was not his fault?

That is what I thought, but Demiurge seems to have different intentions and continued.

「It’s not my fault yet I’m being resented puts a bad taste in my mouth, plus you are very pitiful, so I’ve decided to save your soul.」

「Save my soul……?」

「After all, I’m the God of Creation that’s benevolent and full of compassion. I shall give you a chance to obtain happiness.」

So what is your desire?

Confound at how simply Demiurge threw that question at me—I couldn’t help but feel contempt.

(How should I say this, couldn’t you show a bit more guilt towards me?)

Looking at his virtuous smile made me feel that this boy was indeed a God.

Because he is someone beyond human, an existence on another dimension, that he can take this posture in front of someone who died with resentment towards him.

I swallowed a lump of resentment and anger, then exhaled a long breath.

I somehow feel that no matter what I say to Demiurge, it’ll be pointless.

Since it’s like this, let’s directly settle this debt. Considering that any of my desire will be grant, let’s use this to cancel it out.

「Well then, I do not want to die from poisoning a second time.」

「Yes, yes. Dying from poisoning is painful. Alright. And?」

「And……」

The face of my abusers: my stepmother and my younger sister. And my fiance—who looked at me with contempt while hugging the shoulders of the Saint. They flashed through my mind. The scornful voices of many others saying「Fake」 also echoed in my head.

Why did I have to receive terrible treatments like that? I just — —

「I just……want to live—a peaceful life would be great—even a modest life would be sufficient. I don’t want to die. If it’s possible, I want to live a life where I’m loved rather than used……!」

Indifferent, Demiurge nodded nonchalantly.

With both of his hands spread apart, the beaming God of Creation agreed. They are my desires, but seeing how easily he nodded, it feels disconcerting. 「Eh, is, is it okay?」

「If it’s just that, Of course. You are very modest—a splendid trait to possessed!」

「What……no, such thing. Someone like me — —」

「For someone like you, I’ll give you a special knowledge and a unique power. Something like that!」

Something like that? What do you mean by that? Before I could ask, like an end of a performance, the curtain comes down on the stage, my consciousness blackout.

The last thing I saw was Demiurge waving at me with a very unpleasant refreshing face.

◆

When I woke up, I was on top of a bed.

It’s not the musty bed from the prison tower. The softness I feel, this familiarity, it’s my actual bed.

Unbelievable, is this the Marquis residence?

「I’m, alive……?」

I raised my hand towards the ceiling, and that hand looked smaller than usual.

Startled, I jumped off the bed and rushed to the mirror. What reflected in the large body mirror was me, but for some reason, several years younger.

「Wh, why? My body, just what is happening?」

The moment I put my hand on my cheek and uttered, an electronic sound chimed in my head.

(……Electronic sound, what is that again?)

Before I could remember, something appeared in front of my eyes.

【Olivia Bell Irvine】

Gender: Female

Age: 13

Current Status: Weak

Occupation: Marquis Daughter, Poison Eater

《God of Creation Blessing (Pity)》(New!)

Poison Skill (New!)

* Poison Resistance: LVL 1 (New!)

A transparent rectangular screen appeared — —.

「A game status screen!?」

The moment I shouted that—I recalled everything.

I remembered that in my previous life—I was employed by a major cosmetic brand in the beauty department in Japan—this world resembles an otome game that I’ve played in that life.

That I’m—the rival to the Saint who is the main character in that game—the villainess daughter, Olivia.

I don’t know what to be shocked by first, but let me say this.

「Although I did say I don’t want to suffer and die from poison, what I was hoping for was a new life without any relation to poison……」

Poison Skill (New!)

* Poison Resistance: LVL 1 (New!)

That is to say, something like that is not it!

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