The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 107

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 107

‘Of course, his attitude toward Shubel was a bit strange.’

‘Ahaha! Please calm down. It’s still too early to reveal that ‘secret’. Oh my, you look like you don’t understand! That’s fine. It’s something you forgot yourself!’

What secret, and what did I forget myself?

‘Welcome back!’

Why did he say I ‘came back’?

As soon as the ball ended, I asked Shubel about this, but he seemed not to know either.

Kaiseus also subtly avoided my gaze, so it seems he can’t speak due to causality again.

‘It’s too early to jump to conclusions. Let me gather more information first.’

I put the black mage matter on hold and came out to handle the next schedule.

The next schedule.

“My lady, are you really going to watch it with me-“

“Ah, it’s fine. I said it’s fine.”

I came out to watch the final performance of [The Butterfly’s Lover] with Shubel.

I disciplined my husband who was trying to awaken as a melancholy handsome man again.

I could hear the strange murmuring of people who recognized us.

“That’s the Crown Prince and Bella, right?”

“Oh my, look at His Highness’s complexion. Well, they say His Highness cried so sorrowfully yesterday.”

“Goodness. How could a Northern man show tears?”

“Of course it’s because Bella is unwell. I heard from my close friend’s neighbor’s cousin who’s a stable keeper at the Grand Duke’s Castle that her illness has gotten worse! That’s why she couldn’t come out for the past few days, staying in her room to recuperate-“

“Hey, there’s nothing you won’t say! Watch your tongue.”

They seemed to think we couldn’t hear them because of the crowd, but I actually heard everything.

I tried to manage my expression while pretending not to know, making the corners of my mouth tremble.

‘Do nobles even have privacy?’

Yesterday’s events had already spread throughout the capital city.

I had foreseen this from the moment the maid saw Shubel’s reddened eyes, gasped in shock, quickly left the medicine, and backed away.

Because we kept my trip to the West secret, they mistakenly thought I had been bedridden for days due to illness.

I barely held back my desire to explain to them and entered the theater with a bright smile.

That alone drained all my energy.

“My lady, are you alright?”

Mistaking this for pain, Shubel asked worriedly.

I answered nonchalantly.

“I’m fine.”

“But your complexion…”

But he kept acting like an anxious husband beside me, so I got annoyed and grabbed his hand.

Shubel’s body stiffened.

“The play is starting soon, so sit still. People are watching, so smile.”

“…Yes.”

“Don’t look at me.”

“Then where should I look?”

“You should watch the stage.”

“But you’re the most beautiful, my lady.”

“That’s obvious. But if you came to the theater, maintain a gentleman’s manners.”

Shubel laughed softly at my words, finding something amusing.

It was fortunate this was a VIP box seat separated from other seats, otherwise rumors would have spread that ‘the Duke of Runein is a frivolous man.’

All the lights in the theater went out. Shubel, who had become a bit rebellious lately but still listened to me relatively well, turned his gaze to the stage when the play began.

However, our hands that I had grabbed in anger remained connected, and as the surroundings became quiet, I felt very strange.

‘Did I grab it for no reason?’

Why did I do that?

I fidgeted a little as if I wanted to pull my hand away.

Normally, once the stage began, I would have focused solely on it. But today, for the first time in my life, I was distracted.

The lighting illuminated the noble-like face of the man beside me. Deep eyes, a sharply high nose bridge, and straight lips came into view one by one.

Half his face was bathed in bright light, half submerged in deep shadows. The face that looked innocent under the light turned cold under the darkness.

As I found myself staring mesmerized at that face where dual aspects of good and evil coexisted, I felt a tingling sensation at my fingertips.

“…!”

Startled, I looked down. Large hands that could completely envelop both of mine were playfully tickling my fingertips.

He traced my knuckles, subtly rubbed between the protruding bones on the back of my hand, and finally used his nails to mischievously press the inside. When I instinctively tried to pull my hand away, he interlocked our fingers to block my escape route.

The moment I was about to say something, he struck first.

“You told me to focus on the stage.”

My face instantly flushed hot.

Flustered, I tried to pull my hand away more forcefully, but now he applied real strength.

Our two hands were firmly intertwined as if they could never be separated again.

The man who had done this was still sitting elegantly, gazing ahead as if concentrating on the stage.

“Looking at it, you seem to enjoy making me nervous, my lady.”

“…No. That was, without realizing it. I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t manage my expression, feeling more embarrassed than I thought possible.

To think I was rudely observing someone’s face during a play. It was unfair to the actors giving their passionate performance, and the person involved must have felt very offended.

Thinking of my past self, I bit my lips at this unimaginable situation.

Really, why am I like this lately?

“I’m really sorry. If it’s okay, I’ll apologize properly when we get back.”

As I whispered with a troubled heart, Shubel raised our interlocked hands.

I naturally turned my head. My eyes met with the man I thought would still be gazing ahead.

Our gazes locked without a chance to avoid it. A satisfied smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

“Don’t apologize, my lady.”

“What?”

“Looking at what belongs to you isn’t something to apologize for.”

He deliberately lowered his head in front of me.

Kiss-

A butterfly-light kiss landed on the back of my captured hand.

It was a very basic courtesy, one of a gentleman’s etiquette toward a lady, but I found myself staring at him without even blinking.

Shubel slowly raised his lowered eyes.

The man who had another name, ‘husband,’ in our relationship smiled with his eyes curved mischievously.

“It hurts my feelings every time you draw lines and push me away like that, my lady.”

I realized in that instant.

Something was very wrong.

“So don’t push me away.”

That I had become strange.

My heart was beating rapidly.

The first act of the play ended and it was intermission time.

Following upper-class etiquette, I chatted with several people and gave congratulatory remarks to the theater troupe leader who came to find us.

The theater troupe leader repeatedly expressed his gratitude with an excited expression.

‘We’ll always reserve the best seats for you two, so please feel free to visit anytime!’

Without Bella and Runein, this place would have remained a third-rate theater troupe in the West, so it was perhaps natural.

Having achieved the original purpose of visiting this place, I was awkwardly lingering outside when Shubel smiled and urged me.

“The second act will start soon, my lady.”

He had definitely noticed that I was avoiding being alone with him in a dark space.

‘He’s only quick-witted at times like this.’

I glared at Shubel sourly and went into the box seat alone, but he followed with a mischievous laugh.

The lights went out again and the actors on stage began their performance.

“Oh, my beautiful fiancée. Under this moon, I swear by your name. No matter what trials come, I will love only you steadfastly. No matter what hardships come, this vow will not waver!”

The play gradually reached its climax. The lovers faced a painful farewell. The stage devices replacing moonlight all turned upward in unison.

The shattering moonlight and the voices of those passionately whispering love.

‘Something….’

I don’t like it.

I quietly thought as I looked down at the stage.

Where in the world is there such a thing as a beautiful farewell? A farewell is just a farewell.

When I unconsciously pressed hard between my brows, Shubel reacted keenly.

“Are you very tired?”

“No, I’m fine-“

I reflexively denied it, then hesitated.

Come to think of it, when was the last time I experienced side effects?

“Madam, I’m not sure if I should mention this now.”

Shubel’s voice became distant as if submerged in water. At the familiar warning sign, I unconsciously frowned deeply.

As if something had pressed a strong trigger, what was boiling up from below my throat became unbearable.

Ah, please.

“In a week, it will be the day you promised to give me one day. If you’re alright, then at that time- Madam?”

A surge.

In the end, I couldn’t hold back and coughed up blood.

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