Synopsis
She transmigrated into a villainess from a ruined novel — one who was supposed to die from poison. Except she didn't die. Worse, she could actually taste it. "I can identify poison by taste." "...Seriously?" "Yes." "What exactly is that good for?" The villainess she'd become had too much bad history to bluff her way through. So she played the one card she had. "Your boss is going to be poisoned." Right — she knew things about the villain. That was the whole point! "Let me be your poison detector." It seemed like a decent plan. Get hired at some…
