It's been four years since I transmigrated into the dark romance novel, "The Tyrant's Only Solace."

My role is that of an extra pharmacist whose name is barely even mentioned.

I was a pharmacist in my past life, too. I wanted to file a complaint with God for making me brew medicine even after death, but since talent is talent, I decided to use it gratefully.

While the original female protagonist was being tormented by the tyrannical emperor, I hid my name and face in a rural village, selling medicine and becoming the wealthiest commoner in town.

My only goal is to make money quietly without getting caught and live a sweet life forever!

“The Emperor? Kaiser? Whether that crazy tyrant slaughters people or not is none of my business.”

Tempted by a large sum of money, I even made and sold stabilizers for that tyrant through a secret imperial request, but I believed I would never have to meet him in person.

...Until a blood-covered handsome man collapsed in front of my house on a rainy night.

Even through his rain-soaked hair, his blond locks were unmistakable.

“…Why is there a blond man in this backwater village? No way. There's no way I'd meet the male lead after four years of transmigration.”

I helped him inside. It would be a national loss for a face like that to die.

The problem was that this handsome man stayed longer than expected. Over the few days I spent disinfecting his wounds and changing his bandages, the initial awkwardness quickly faded.

"…Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's curious. It's strangely quiet when I'm by your side."

His way of speaking was a bit odd, but I brushed it off, thinking he was a fallen noble. What bothered me more was how he tossed and turned every night, groaning low in pain. I'd been wiping his cold sweat for days now. He must have some really nasty nightmares...

Honestly, it wasn't bad. I never got tired of looking at that face. I thought living while admiring such a national treasure-level appearance right in front of me wasn't a bad side gig.

On the fifth night, while working overnight in the preparation room, I picked up a vial. The bottle I thought was a fatigue recovery potion was actually an aphrodisiac I had accidentally made by mistake a while ago.