The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 15

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 015

“Drinking and causing a drunken scene anywhere. If you want, should I try doing that too?”

At the gentle voice whispering in my ear, I unconsciously blurted out words that came from my heart.

“Are you crazy?! Just try coming into the bedroom drunk. We’ll have separate rooms immediately.”

He laughed, his throat rumbling.

“Yes.”

“Don’t listen half-heartedly, listen properly. You need to take care of yourself while you’re young, or you’ll immediately become a bearded old man.”

“I understand. I’ll take good care of myself.”

Tairontse let out a hollow laugh watching Shubel skillfully steal away Elisia’s attention.

‘I thought I’d tease him a little.’

Shubel, who had been listening to Elisia’s nagging with apparent enjoyment, raised his head.

Their gazes met briefly.

‘…So he’s not just some kid after all.’

What was contained in those eyes wasn’t superiority or confidence.

Just indifferent eyes that looked at Tairontse like dust passing by, then fixed on Elisia again.

As if all the stimulation he could feel was there.

“Right, Master of Albioh Trading Guild.”

“Since you’re calling me that, I guess it’s about business. Are you finally going to tell me why you called me all the way here, Master of Seton Trading Guild?”

“Of course. I told you, didn’t I? There would be ‘profit.'”

When a merchant moves, there must always be profit following.

Even though I had personal connections with Tairontse, calling the owner of Albioh all the way to the Northern Region for just that reason didn’t make sense.

At least not in the golden world I belonged to.

‘So that’s why when my parents died, I couldn’t even contact my uncle.’

Because he too was part of this world.

I hid my inner thoughts while recalling the past.

I wasn’t disappointed in Tairontse. I just realized once again where we stood.

So I planned to act thoroughly according to those rules too.

As long as I was bound by these golden threads, the goodwill of coming straight to the Northern Region without hearing the terms of the deal was already enough.

“You have a lot of bad inventory left, don’t you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know what inventory you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb. Hekail wheat, it’s a disposal problem, isn’t it?”

The difference between Hessen wheat and Hekail wheat was just one thing.

Storage stability.

Hekail wheat is much more sensitive to temperature and humidity compared to Hessen wheat.

The South is a granary region. In an area overflowing with wheat, a Grade C variety that isn’t particularly outstanding in taste but has poor storage stability couldn’t sell well.

And.

“Hessen wheat and Hekail wheat are basically budget food supplies for ordinary commoners.”

Poor storage stability for budget food supplies was a fatal disqualification.

“No matter how cheap the price, it won’t sell in the South. And if you try to go East, that’s a port area. Half would rot from humidity during transport, so it’s not profitable.”

“What about Central and West?”

“The Central region where even bread with gold powder sprinkled on it sells? Or the West where culture, arts, and gastronomy are so developed that they don’t even handle ordinary wheat bread?”

I snorted.

“Those people would really eat budget food supplies. Of course, there might be people who want it, but at least not in the quantity Albioh wants.”

I looked directly at him with gleaming eyes.

“Only the Northern Region is possible. The place that can turn your bad inventory into an excellent trading partner.”

When I first planned the ‘North Restoration Project’ and researched food supplies, I came to one conclusion.

‘Does it really have to be Hessen wheat?’

The only difference between Hessen wheat and Hekail wheat is offset by the natural environment the Northern Region possesses.

So my judgment was that there was no need to insist on expensive Hessen wheat.

“Hmm, as expected, the Master of Seton Trading Guild understands the background knowledge of products very well, unlike some idiots.”

“Enough with the flattery, how much can you discount?”

“Discount? Hekail wheat is already 1/3 the market price compared to Hessen wheat.”

“Are you kidding? The trading volume is for the entire Northern Region. It’s basic that buying ten is much cheaper than buying one. 30%.”

“You’re trying to get too much for nothing. 15%.”

“Did this old man drink the wrong alcohol? 25%.”

“Okay, okay. 20%. No more than that.”

“Plus Grade A, 30kg added every month.”

“…Are you planning to fleece me? Deal.”

“Deal.”

Just like that, a route to supply food to the entire Northern Region was created in an instant.

“Make the contracts according to the number of heads here.”

“I know those are minor trading guild masters from the Northern Region. You’re planning to distribute instead of contracting everything through Seton? Isn’t 12 people too many?”

“It’s actually few when you think of it as the entire Northern Region. These are carefully selected elites, you know.”

Those who had been quietly listening to the conversation between the owners of the two major trading guilds were shocked.

They thought Lunein was recruiting food supply trading guilds to give them a small piece of Elbanon’s share, but the direction was to completely blow away the existing trading guild and replace the business partner.

‘I didn’t lie.’

I definitely said they could become good business partners. It just happened to be Albioh, not Elbanon.

“Um, then is Seton guaranteeing the contracts?”

One of the merchants bravely asked. I appreciated that courage and gave an answer.

“No?”

“Excuse me…?”

“You’ll have to handle the contracts yourselves. Of course, you’ll also have to take full responsibility for the transactions. If you can’t deliver on the delivery date, Lunein will immediately replace the trading guild.”

I’m not trying to raise children. If I help with everything from one to ten, the trading guild won’t be able to survive on its own.

I’ve spoon-fed you this much, what more do you want me to do?

“When you accepted my invitation in the first place, didn’t you think about stealing even a little of Elbanon’s share?”

“…!”

“Work with that mindset. Compete fiercely, sometimes cooperate, and increase your share.”

The merchants’ eyes changed.

These were the faces of those finally ready to work.

I smiled slyly seeing that the giant tree named Lunein had finished preparing to stretch again.

“You seem to be having a hard time, Risha.”

After sending the merchants away, only the three of us remained in the empty trading guild.

“Well, it’s ordinary.”

“You’re not overworking yourself, are you? Come to the South when you want to rest. You’re always welcome, Risha.”

“Forget it. What am I, some child? Running away because it’s hard. I’ll see you later at the alliance meeting.”

“Only thinking about work. How heartless.”

Tairontse grumbled.

I was thinking ‘When will this old man grow up?’ looking at the still childlike man when he opened his mouth.

“I didn’t expect Seton to join hands with Lunein.”

I looked up at him.

“Seton, which had refused even the Imperial family’s hand. Are you moving your base to the Northern Region?”

“What are you talking about? Seton’s main store is still in the Capital.”

“That’s what I mean. Among the Four Major Trading Guilds, Seton is the only one that hasn’t joined hands with any family.”

Tairontse was right.

Usually, for a trading guild to grow to this scale, combining with a family holding power is inevitable.

The reason Albioh doesn’t deal directly with Lunein was because of this.

Since they’re under the protection of the Nestia Ducal Family, a major family of the South, they can’t establish a direct connection with the Lunein Ducal Family of the North.

‘…And this was also the reason Seton almost went to ruin.’

Having maintained neutrality all along, it became prey for all other trading guilds.

In that sense, Lunein was definitely unique.

He didn’t plant his own people in the merchant guild, nor did he demand that the main branch be relocated to the Northern Region.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at ‘that problematic person.’

Shubel blinked innocently and smiled with his eyes.

“What’s wrong, my lady?”

‘Being such a pushover like this.’

I clicked my tongue inwardly and answered.

“It’s nothing.”

Both Bella and Shubel. The entire Family is full of such naive people that they’ll get completely scammed.

I steeled my resolve, thinking that I definitely need to protect them for the time being.

“Whatever choice my parents made, it’s something I have to take responsibility for now. I must take responsibility for my own choices.”

At those words, Tairontse, who had been slowly blinking, chuckled softly.

“That’s just like you.”

He took off his worn hat and held it to his chest.

A breeze blew from the distance. The South would be in the midst of wheat farming around this time.

My gaze met with someone I once thought of as family, but came to realize was just another person who would inevitably part ways when faced with profit.

Tairontse recited the prayer that temple priests offer to the goddess statue during harvest season.

“May the three goddesses of fate watch over your journey with ease.”

Time that has passed once never returns again.

The past where an innocent young girl ran through golden wheat fields and a young man smiled watching her was already time that had flowed away.

Whoooosh—

I heard the phantom sound of wheat ears swaying in the wind.

I opened my eyes that had been closed.

“May your journey also be eternal like gold.”

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