The Savior Of The Abandoned - Chapter 3
“Okay, my dear Bylon. You too, go to bed. Don’t worry, I’ll drink this right away.”
In the novel, Avriel was weak-hearted and shy. She didn’t spit out bold nicknames that were full of cuteness to Bylon, her lover.
But somehow, seeing the disgusting acting of that villain, I wanted to go further and give an exaggerated response.
Bylon had looked startled at my fussiness remarks, matching his inner thoughts, and now he calmly looked into my eyes again and continued.
“Fine, go ahead and drink it, Avriel. I’ll clean the teacup and head to bed. My cute lark!”
He insisted and offered to do with his own hands what a maid would do just in case I wouldn’t drink.
‘What? Lark? Will you shut that mouth when you get hit with a lark’s beak?’
He continued making a fuss and cajoling to make me drink the tea.
“Aak! It’s a little hot! Actually, since yesterday, my front teeth felt like they’re burning, and it hurts. The onion soup at dinner earlier was also a little hot, so just touching the tip of the tooth makes my gums tingle. Becky! Becky! Bring me some cold water!”
I called out to Becky the maid loudly. The menu I ate the previous day and the maid’s name came to mind unbidden, so I was able to turn the situation to my advantage with the added memory that was automatically inserted to my quickness. The series of actions that went against the original was thrilling.
The villain, Bylon, didn’t expect me to behave like this, so he was startled and hurriedly took the teacup from me and started blowing on the hot liquid.
“It’s time for the maid to go to bed to recover from the exhaustion of the day. I’ll blow on it for you, my Love. Please wait a minute.”
This rightly crazy guy had already given my maids, including Becky, and all the Baron’s servants, a good spoonful of Edmul Actinum and knocked them out. I knew I was the last one left.
He was a really persistent, terrible man. Maybe this guy’s plan to kill me will be put into action tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I felt a sense of impending crisis.
Perhaps Baron Devucie, Avriel’s father, was already long gone from this world. Because that madman planned to kill Avriel first. He would hold a funeral for the Baron to achieve his goal, which was to eliminate Avriel somehow and take away everything she owned.
With Avriel’s current situation—no friends, no relatives, no one she could turn to for help—, there was no chance of winning the battle with that bastard. Rather than being killed by this maddog, I should just run away with all my might…
“Oh, right, I forgot that Becky left this behind earlier. Just in time, I don’t have a toothache, and it’s lukewarm enough to drink.”
He lifted the glass full of green tangerine juice on the bedside table as if he had just remembered it, and then gulped it down without hesitation.
“No, drinking a lot of fruit juice with high acidity before bedtime is bad for you, my Love.”
Bylon, who was frantically blowing on a preparation of Edmul Actinum disguised as chamomile tea, suddenly drank green tangerine juice and couldn’t stop swallowing.
‘Hey, Villain, did you even notice my plan?’
No. That couldn’t be. Because I was the only one who knew the true nature of this green tangerine juice.
It wasn’t just juice. It was diluted with a guarania fruit concentrate, which had a very high level of waking up effect, and the Limonelle condensate, a legendary fruit with excellent sterilizing and disinfecting properties.
If I drank this special guarania limonelle juice in advance and took a sip of the Edmul Actinum that that jerk gave me, and spit it out quickly, I would be able to prevent myself from falling asleep helplessly.
“Ah, I must have been thirsty. It’s so refreshing. Well, if the tea is cold, drink it quickly.”
I took the teacup from Bylon’s restless hands. He was staring at me as if he would twist my neck if I didn’t drink it, so I took a quick sip.
However, to prove the truth of the lie of a sore tooth, I exaggeratedly moved my body to the point of pouring out all the tea from the teacup and screamed. I spit out almost everything in my mouth at him!
“Uuuhhg! The temperature is still so hot! I’d rather have a sip of warm fruit juice than anything, and I can’t even take a sip of anything a bit warm. I’m sorry, Bylon!”
If it was Avriel in the original story, she would have passed out after swallowing the tea containing Edmul Actinum. But knowing the subject, I pretended to drink it then spat it on his face.
Maybe it was because I didn’t practice enough, but I didn’t succeed in a spit take like in the movies, although I did my best to drench his face completely.
Almost everything that went into my mouth spewed at him, and at least six or seven drops splashed on Bylon’s lips.
Ridiculous jerk. This is terrible for you, too.
“No, my Lark drank the orange juice well, but it must have cooled down quite a bit… Anyway, I’m sorry if the tea I prepared made you suffer.”
Bylon managed to suppress his internal rage and wiped the area around his mouth meticulously and hastily with a handkerchief. And as I thought he would eventually try to trick me into taking more Edmul Actinum again, I quickly played my part.
“Uh… Strangely… Ummm… I didn’t do anything special today… I just spit out that chamomile tea but half just passed down my throat… I did… Still, I feel dizzy and hazy, and I’m slee… unng…”
I tried hard to push it out of my mouth with my tongue so that I would never swallow even a single drop. But from his point of view, half of what I had taken wholeheartedly was swallowed.
Of course, I had no choice but to ingest some, even the smallest amount, and I prayed in my heart that it wouldn’t have any effect thanks to the defense of my Guarania Limonelle special cocktail disguised as green tangerine juice.
After that, rather than being sleepy, my nerves were pushing adrenaline. My mind was at the peak of tension, but I rubbed my eyes pretending to be sleepy and fell onto my bed.
“Go to sleep, my sweet Lark.”
I closed my eyes tight, but I knew what kind of expression what wretched bastard was wearing. He didn’t even try to cover me with a blanket, and perhaps worried by the small amount of Edmul Actinum, Bylon hurriedly left my bedroom.
He firmly believed that I fell into a deep slumber, and I wouldn’t wake up after drinking the tea, as usual.
As soon as he left my room, I ran to the en suite bathroom and vomited as if I was pouring out gastric juice.
Guarania or Edmul Actinum, I was going to expel everything I had passed through my throat a while ago. Fortunately, I gulped the Guarania Limonelle Concentrate, and my stomach successfully cleansed itself at once.
Immediately after that, I took out a bag of belongings, including a set of valuables hidden under the bed. By now, Bylon would normally come to the bedroom and wash my face thoroughly several times before heading to his secret room, but that won’t happen today.
Knowing what kind of atrocities Bylon had committed, I devised one more way to save myself besides guarania juice.
An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.
Edmul Actinum for an Edmul Actinum.
I mixed five or six drops of Edmul Actinum into his canteen. He always carried it inside his jacket.
I remember reading that he had the habit of adding alcohol instead of water and taking a few sips when he was nervous or right before doing something very bad. Like any madman, he was an alcoholic, so he took frequent sips from it.
So, since once again he succeeded in putting me to sleep, and was about to go to meet a woman in his hideout, of course, he would take out the canteen and gulp it without hesitation.
The sound I was waiting for!
The sound of a fall in the gigantic mansion reverberated like a beautiful lark. It was as if a heavy log had fallen. No, it was more like a crash. Did he lose consciousness on the stairs and roll down?
Anyway, it was sweet.
Success! No, this is just the beginning!
My second life.
If no one saves me, I will save myself.
I refuse any further injustice. Even though I’m not the heroine of the novel, I am the main character of the second life granted to me!
I’m inside a novel where I haven’t even read the ending anyway. From now on, I will write this character’s actions.
It was short but dirty, and let’s not see each other again, Bylon. You evil bastard. It would be better if you just die, rather than live like that.
I will follow my own path!