The Apothecary Noble Lady Treated Like Trash Was Executed — After Being Pushed Off a Cliff, She Regained Memories of Her Past Life, So She Abandoned the Kingdom and Decided to Enjoy a Carefree Life in Another World" - Episode 1

“From this moment forth, we shall carry out the execution of the great criminal Iris Grandelia!!”

“Kill her!! Kill her!! Kill her!! Kill her!!”

I was made to stand at the edge of a bottomless cliff. Behind me, the voices of the people, filled with black hatred, rained down upon me.

In this country, execution meant being thrown into a chasm called the Abyss. Its unfathomable depth and the poisonous mist that filled it were said to ensure certain death.

And now, I was about to meet that fate.

“Do you have any last words?”

“……”

The executioner asked, but I no longer had the strength to speak.

I had already said, pleaded, and screamed everything I wanted to say. But no one had listened. There was no point in speaking any further.

“Kill her!! Kill her!! Kill her!! Kill her!!”

“It seems there is nothing. We shall now proceed with the execution!”

Amid the roars of the crowd, only the executioner’s voice reached my ears with eerie clarity.

—Thud.

Then, the executioner’s hand pushed against my back. A sensation of weightlessness, and I was swallowed by the darkness.

Why had I been sentenced to execution? It was because I had been falsely accused of attempting to assassinate the royal family.

But I had no memory of such a thing.

I had never even met any of the royals. Besides, as someone who had been under house arrest, there was no way I could have assassinated anyone.

Yet, I had been charged with the crime because the poison used in the assassination had been made by me.

Since childhood, I had been forced to concoct potions and other mixtures, and among them was apparently the poison used in the crime.

Most likely, someone in my family had been involved in the assassination. When they were exposed, they must have offered me up as the sacrificial culprit.

All of this, I believed, stemmed from my Skill.

A Skill was a special ability granted by the gods at birth. In this country, it was customary to learn one’s Skill at the age of five during the Appraisal Ceremony.

The Skill I had been granted was “Super Health,” the first of its kind in history. But it had been dismissed as a useless Skill that merely kept me healthy.

Meanwhile, a year later, my younger sister Barbara was granted the renowned and powerful Skill of “Saint.”

From that day on, I became the “unnecessary child.”

My father said, “You’re a failure! Get out of here,” and showered Barbara with affection. My mother told me, “This is no longer your home,” and banished me to a small alchemy hut outside the house.

After that, I was never called for meals, and I had no room of my own.

At first, I was bewildered by the sudden change and spent my days crying. But no matter how much I cried, not a single person reached out to me.

Barbara once said to me with a beaming smile:

“Father and Mother are so kind to even let a useless thing like you stay on the grounds.”

Her words were dripping with malice.

And so, from a young age, I was treated as nothing more than a tool of the household. Until the day I was imprisoned, my days were spent endlessly concocting magical potions.

A life of ceaseless labor, without rest. And at the end of it all, I was met with an execution based on false charges. What a hollow life.

Yet, for some reason, my chest felt strangely unsettled. As if I had to remember something important…

Soon, the ground came into view. I didn’t have the courage to face the moment of my death.

I closed my eyes and simply waited for it.

—Crash!!

An impact jolted through me as I tumbled and rolled across the ground.

At that moment, something burst in the depths of my mind.

A stark white hospital room. The gray sky outside the window. The sound of an IV drip and my mother’s tearful smile.

That’s right… I had died before.

In my past life, I had been sickly since childhood and spent my days in a hospital bed. I had always been a burden to my family, filled with guilt. Yet, my parents had loved me until the very end.

Even in my final moments, I couldn’t forget the worried faces of my parents as they watched over me.

So, when the goddess allowed me to reincarnate, I wished for “a healthy body that would never fall ill.”

The result was this “Super Health” Skill.

“I’m alive?”

Despite falling from such a height, I was unharmed.

I could move my limbs, and there was no pain. My breathing wasn’t labored. Wait, no. This smell that had been stinging my nose. Isn’t this the poisonous mist that fills the Abyss?

I instinctively covered my mouth. But I realized it was pointless, I had already inhaled the mist.

This poison was so potent that inhaling it would lead to death within seconds.

If I were a normal person, I wouldn’t be alive right now. But I felt completely fine.

“Could it be… the poison doesn’t affect me…?”

Unable to believe what was happening, I pinched my cheek.

“Ouch…”

Apparently, this wasn’t a dream.

Then why had I survived the fall without a single scratch, and why was the poison ineffective?

There was only one explanation, the effect of my Super Health Skill. Who would have thought this Skill, dismissed as merely keeping me healthy, held such power?

At any rate, surviving was a stroke of luck. This life I had been granted through reincarnation had nearly ended before it even began.

Now that my past-life memories had returned, I felt no attachment to my current family. Besides, I had already been executed. The criminal Iris no longer existed in this world. That fact made it convenient for me to start anew elsewhere.

The irony was almost laughable. The Skill mocked as “just making you healthy” had turned out to be this powerful. My family would never realize the truth.

In both my past life and this one, I had barely seen the outside world. Now, I wanted to move my body freely and see the vast world with my own eyes.

This time, I would choose my own life.

I decided to abandon this country that had falsely executed me and journey through this other world.

“But first…”

I had to escape from here.

Searching for a way to climb back up the cliff, I began walking along the narrow path at my feet.