The villainess that got pregnant with the crown prince's child decided to run away - Chapter 88

Translator: Pun | Editor: Darling

Perhaps it’s true what Makoto said. If I had used my magical healing abilities, then I would have never become an assassin.

The ability to use healing magic is rare. Whoever wields such a power would be noticed in their country; they would work for their country as a healer.

I would have probably been paid handsomely as a healer. So much so that I wouldn’t even need to leave my country.

However, as a healer, I probably would have been restricted in my day to day life. It isn’t uncommon for healers to be under watch by officials to make sure that they don’t run away. The number of people I could interact with would probably be restricted as well.

Healers were that much of a precious commodity.

If I were to use my healing magic, I would have never become an assassin. However, I would be taken into custody by officials.

And although it would be a restricted lifestyle, compared to living not knowing whether I would see another day or not, it’s heaven.

But still, the reason I chose life as an assassin is…

“I wasn’t able to use healing magic until just recently. I’m sure it’s because Rachel was able to.”

Before I inherited Rachel’s memories, I wasn’t able to use healing magic.

It was only after the fact, I was able to use healing magic. Which is why I think that Rachel was able to use healing magic.

“…Rachel? Why is it that you know about Rachel?”

She asked.

Her eyes cast a look of suspicion. The look on her face made me feel nervous. Unintentionally, I gasped.

Just what can I even say to her right now?

Just why did I even start telling her about my past?

“T-That’s…”

Just how should I answer her?

Should I tell her that Rachel’s soul is inside of me?

Instinctively, my eyes start darting around.

“Please tell me. I won’t hurt you or anything. Hm, it seems like the tea’s gotten a bit cold. Give me a second, I’ll brew some more.”

Makoto took the tea that was on the table and replaced it with freshly brewed tea.

A faint sweet smell just tickled my nose.

“I added a few drops of honey into this brew. Please try it. I’m sure you’ll find it pleasant to drink.”

I took the cup that Makoto handed to me, and unwittingly, took in the scent from the tea.

It was a gentle scent, and it smelled slightly sweet as well.

Taken by the sweet smell of the tea, I take a sip.

“…It’s delicious.”

Perhaps it was because of the honey that was added, but this brew certainly tastes better than the last brew.

But, for some reason, my body felt like it was heating up a bit. Is it just my imagination?