I Will Become the Poison-Detection Specialist of the Villain’s Scheme

I was possessed into the villainess of a miserable novel, a woman who dies from poisoning before her hanging.

But for some reason, I ended up with a body that cannot die from poison.

What is more surprising is that I can tell the difference in the taste of poison!

"I can tell poison apart."

"Poison?"

"Yes."

"What use is that?"

Oh dear. This villainess’s past is far too rough to survive on a few petty tricks alone.

So I pulled out my trump card.

"Your superior is going to be poisoned to death."

I would stop the fate of the black hand behind the scenes that I know about!

"I can be your poison detector."

I thought I would survive well enough as an employee at the black hand behind the scenes’ general store, but... our boss, whom I thought was just a back-alley extra, is actually the number one rank?

That kind of outdated story from when exactly was it popular...?

"...No, it was a cliché, right."

Afraid of poison? I’ll eat it for you instead!