Surviving as a Terminally Ill Heiress - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41

When I came to, I was in my bed.
What? Did the maids move me?
But the ones saying “Good morning!” seemed oblivious to anything.
So that bastard moved me himself?
The suspicion made my head throb.
How the hell am I supposed to handle this?
The mage’s assistant I hired choked me unconscious, but I woke up in my own bed?
‘Could it have been a dream?’
It was the most plausible explanation.
I had no pain anywhere despite what happened.
Puzzling it over, I asked the only witness.
“Sha Sha, was yesterday all a dream?”
“Meow.”
Sha Sha meowed as if to say *what are you going on about?*
Right, what would you know? I patted Sha Sha’s backside with a bewildered expression.
But it felt too vivid to be a dream.
Was I going to have to risk checking myself?
That’s when unexpected news reached me.
“The mages have left?”
The maids who brought the news wore relieved expressions.
“Yes, they departed at dawn, leaving the finished item behind.”
At dawn? Then was it really just a dream?
Still confused, I picked up the Magic Tool to examine it.
It looked like a flat wooden rod.
So just by holding this thing up, I can see the Safety Rating? How remarkable.
Anyway, this is my first Custom Commission…… wait.
Looking at the rod more closely, I found a note wrapped around the handle.
I rustled it open.
[You’re ugly.]
Ah.
Everything clicked into place, and I muttered,
“That son of a bitch……”
This damned bastard really did it.
Next time I see him, I’ll kill him.

* * *

“I wondered why he readily took the commission the moment he left the palace……”
Was this the trouble he had in mind?
The elderly mage Percy clutched his forehead.
Last night, when Mana Wave erupted, he rushed into the garden and discovered it.
“Zadkiel!”
The scene of the crime itself.
When he found the unconscious girl, he truly felt the blood drain from his body.
After dealing with that, he was fleeing the Ambrose estate at full speed.
“And to the Ambrose heir no less. At least tell me your reason.”
To that, the boy draped in a robe answered flatly.
“She called me stupid, asked if I wanted to die, asked why I even exist.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I tried to teach her the way you teach a child, step by step.”
“Pardon……?”
Percy’s jaw fell open.
His next question changed entirely.
“Why did you spare her?”
After hearing that? That lunatic would never do such a thing?
He hates being taught anything more than anything in the world.
The boy’s fists clenched and loosened. He muttered softly.
Just…
“She’s ugly?”
The smooth lips beneath the robe curved slightly.

* * *

“Hello, Matilda.”
“Y-yes……ah, hello, miss……”
Matilda looked at my hand with wavering eyes.
More precisely, the club—no, the Magic Tool in my hand.
Don’t worry. I’m angry, but the object isn’t at fault.
I smiled as brightly as I could manage and got to the point.
“Thank you for inviting me today. I actually came to show you this.”
“W-what is that?”
“A Magic Tool I commissioned. A Custom Commission, rather.”
Matilda’s eyes widened.
It made sense. Even for nobility, a commissioned Magic Tool was something you saw at most once in a lifetime.
“R-really? What…what does it do?”
“It checks Safety Rating.”
“Ah, Safety Rating……?”
Matilda tilted her head uncertainly.
She still didn’t grasp it.
I grinned and pointed up the stairs toward her bedroom.
“Shall we check your bed first?”
At last I’d be able to stretch out and sleep properly.
I hope this pays for the strangled neck.
The moment I arrived at Matilda’s room, I ran the Magic Tool carefully over the bed.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A steady tone sounded and light flickered.
It was reading the Durability.
And not long after,
“……the result is in.”

[SAFE]

“Phew.”
“M-miss?”
As I let myself collapse, Matilda hurried over.
The result shone on the flat face of the Magic Tool.
One hundred percent again. Unmistakably green.
‘If it’s dangerous, the percentage and color change,’ so they said.
I was reassured. Matilda was safe.
Now the other problem remained.
“Matilda. I think I’m going to be busy for a while.”
“W-why? Is something wrong?”
I spoke with a hollow look.
“Apparently junior salespeople are supposed to run around on foot.”

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The Duke Ambrose had said it plainly.
Since I commissioned the work and oversaw production, I should handle sales myself.
‘How?’
‘Run.’
There was nothing to say to that.
I still just wanted to hit him once.
Though I did think the name “Ambrose heir” might work in my favor.
It didn’t take long to realize what a massive miscalculation that was.
“Excuse me……”
“Bring the hammer!”
“Excuse me!”
“Get it yourself!”
Everyone was hectic. No one seemed to notice I’d arrived.
Mule Furniture Workshop.
A workshop in the Horen District, the commoner’s market, and the very place that had produced the Carriage Bed.
“What is it?”
Finally noticing me, they looked my way.
I smiled as brightly as possible and began.
“I’ve come to introduce you to an excellent product.”
“Not interested.”
I almost got thrown out.
I planted my feet and blurted out,
“One month free trial! One hundred percent refund if unsatisfied!”
I got thrown out.
But I couldn’t give up here.
I hid outside the workshop door and waited for an opening.
‘……Found it.’
After watching, I learned the Mule Furniture Workshop was run by a couple.
They bickered like demons possessed, then suddenly became angels.
“Mom! Dad!”
It was when children appeared from the house attached to the workshop.
That was the gap I could exploit.
I smiled wickedly.
And some time later, when the children came out of the workshop alone……
“Kids, do you like Chocolate?”
I kidnapped them.

* * *

“Well…… so what exactly is this?”
Parker, the owner of the Mule Workshop, asked awkwardly.
Beside him, the children who had been kidnapped so effectively were beaming, their faces smeared with Chocolate.
Though my wallet was weeping.
Orka said investment was necessary for sales. Snack money for the kids was money well spent.
I collected myself and introduced the Magic Tool to Parker and his wife.
If they could prove Safety Rating with this, not only would sales rise, but they might gain entry to the Ambrose Trade Association. They looked interested.
Honestly, until then I’d harbored suspicions.
What if their process was flawed?
“I can’t speak to everything, but we’re confident about safety. We put all our children to sleep in this bed. We made it with that heart from the start.”
Yet they had clearly poured great care into each piece of furniture.
Could there have been another factor?
If so, I felt pity for this couple too.
They had ruined the workshop they’d built with love in such a terrible incident.
Good. I felt more motivated.
I smiled gently and said,
“So let’s find your customer list.”

* * *

The victim was a noble child with a residence in the Capital, not in the provinces.
That alone narrowed things down considerably.
‘Carriage Beds delivered and assembled at noble residences in the Capital…… seven in total.’
One was Matilda’s, so I only needed to check six more.
I gave the Magic Tool to Parker and his wife and instructed them to say this whenever they visited:
“After-Service for your child’s safety—we visit anywhere!”
The customers were pleased with the new service.
Mule Workshop gladly accepted their customers’ increased satisfaction.
They even found places with actual problems.
But.
“……It was the door, not the ceiling?”
“Yes, it just needed the screws tightened, but if the child had been hurt… the very thought chills me.”
What’s this? In the end, no problems were found in any of the ceilings.
Mule Workshop had built and assembled everything very carefully.
I could see it firsthand now. Honestly, it seems nearly impossible for that ceiling to collapse.
‘What am I missing?’
Meanwhile, the weather grew hotter.
Mule Workshop purchased the Magic Tool. Using the Authentication Mark and After-Service actively, they were poised to become more famous as a premium furniture maker for children.
The Ambrose Trade Association, which had already been watching them, said they would grant the Authentication Mark soon.
With positive rumors about Safety Rating spreading, they planned to produce more Magic Tools and sell them elsewhere too.
When I contacted Pandium, they replied they would send them within a short time since they’d already made one.
Orka was delighted at the considerable profit, but I still felt confused.
Would it simply end like this—a happening turned happy ending?
If so, I should be grateful.
No one was hurt.
“M-miss…… I’m s-scared……”
But cruelly, my friend’s heart was wounded instead.

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