The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 21

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 021

“Now, shall we get to the main point?”

“Yes.”

Satisfied, I nodded obediently.

Then the man known as the giant of the Northern Region gazed at me with serious eyes.

“Before the marriage, you demanded separate living arrangements and even took a written agreement, but suddenly you entered the Grand Duke’s Castle and accomplished quite a lot.”

That’s just how I am.

“I won’t ask what you were thinking. You must have your circumstances.”

You speak truly.

“However, as the one responsible for this place, I must know.”

The Duke of Runein questioned me.

“Do you truly… truly believe that Runein can recover?”

I quietly looked at him. He also silently gazed at me.

The answer I could give here was predetermined.

“Yes, of course.”

“…How can you be so certain?”

“Because I believe.”

I put strength in my voice to the point of seeming somewhat arrogant.

“In Runein.”

If Shubel’s eyes were inherited from Bella, then his hair color was certainly inherited from Jerkhal.

Dark black hair, blue eyes resembling angry winter. I was reflected in the eyes of the giant who was ‘Runein’ itself.

“Runein is actually a very strange place.”

“There’s a native of that strange place right in front of you.”

“Oh, naturally Father is handsome and wonderful. What I mean is that a place that shouldn’t fall is falling. As if someone forcibly broke its wings and brought it down.”

A moment of silence passed between us.

“Father, do you know when a group becomes most powerful?”

“When it has strength, I suppose.”

“Correct. Strength. In other words, things like power or wealth. But… there are times when an even stronger force emerges.”

The man who was a natural warrior seemed unfamiliar with this roundabout social discourse and slightly frowned.

I brightened my eyes and continued speaking.

“That’s when it has history.”

The spring breeze of the Northern Region flowed in through the window.

Light poured behind me.

I didn’t avoid the gaze of the man who was half-opening his eyes and looked directly at him.

“No matter how high one’s authority, death comes equally to all, and no matter how overflowing one’s wealth, time cannot be bought.”

History is created by the accumulation of such temporal remnants. Moreover, how long and lengthy a time a thousand years of history represents.

There’s a trite saying. It’s not that the strong survived, but because they survived, they are strong.

A thousand years is long enough to replace the imperial family that once dominated the continent three times over.

When countless families were born and destroyed, only Runein existed purely in this Northern Region.

“Though I hate to admit it, somewhere on this continent there might be people who don’t know ‘Seton.’ But even they would know ‘Runein.’ Isn’t that right? The people of this land grow up hearing their mother’s lullabies and stories of the Thousand-Year War.”

That is Runein’s underlying strength.

Great Runein.

Everyone knows Runein, studies their history, and gives and receives help in the passing of time.

There are endlessly many who have formed connections over this long time. Not only nobles but even commoners.

‘Even Seton is like that. The reason I came to propose to Shubel was also because we were doing business with Runein.’

Separate from lacking money, the power that Runein possesses comes from this ancient history.

Though currently, due to someone’s interference, it cannot exert that power.

“I think this place is a castle built from dragon bones.”

“Dragon bones?”

“Meaning it will never collapse. Though the exterior may have become unsightly from weathering storms, its substance is incomparable to anywhere else on the continent.”

So I believed that if we just filled in the lacking parts, it would quickly recover.

‘Why would I bother trying to revive the Northern Region for nothing? It’s because the possibility is certain. It’s all an investment, I tell you.’

Fortunately, all Runein lacked was money.

That’s what I’m best at, so once the channel opens, I’ll soar freely.

I was confident I could revive Runein.

“…”

At my confidence bordering on arrogance, Jerkhal, who had been silently watching me, murmured lowly.

“You seem to have more faith in Runein than I do.”

“Pardon?”

“No, never mind. Well… we should try something. When the winds of change blow.”

He asked.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The moment I heard those words, I brightened my eyes and sprang up from my seat.

“Knights!”

“…Hmm?”

“I need knights!”

Please appoint some knights, Father!

I’ll provide the money!

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