The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 25

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 025

“Madam…?”

Thud. A light body fell into his arms.

Shubel sat down in place, holding Elisia in his arms in a daze. Though he instinctively caught her, he didn’t know what to do.

His hands holding her trembled violently.

‘…Why is this happening?’

His mind was in complete chaos.

The doctor had clearly said no serious illness that would cause coughing up blood was found.

Unable to trust even that, Shubel had stayed by Elisia’s side under various pretenses to check if anything was wrong.

Sometimes he would doubt whether the breathing of the woman who fell asleep beside him without wariness was steady. He examined whether there were any abnormalities in the flow of mana within her body.

“Madam, please wake up…”

But all of that was useless.

Elisia had coughed up blood again. As if the life force called ‘color’ was draining and flowing out of her body.

Bright red blood flowed from her.

His face contorted.

“Please… Madam, please look at me, please.”

Shubel’s composure, who had always observed the world from a step removed from reality, shattered.

It was also the result of the arrogance of a man who had asserted that nothing could go wrong as long as he was there crumbling.

Despite staying by her side constantly, he couldn’t prevent the coughing up blood, let alone sense any abnormal symptoms.

Shubel raised his trembling hand and kept wiping the blood from her lips.

As if believing that doing so would make this redness disappear.

But the blood kept flowing, and the gasping sounds from deep in his throat grew louder.

Shubel asked himself once more.

‘Why is this happening?’

At first, it was simple curiosity.

A woman who possessed the only brilliant colors in a black and white world.

His gaze was drawn to her, and he felt an irresistible attraction.

But he was confident that would be all.

After all, any novelty eventually fades once you become accustomed to it, and the pleasure felt then would just be temporary amusement.

The freshness Elisia provided would someday fall into being just one of many common things.

So he thought he just needed to carefully tend and preserve that brilliance until it withered.

It was closer to cherishing a very expensive and fragile glass artwork rather than person-to-person emotions…

‘What does that matter anyway.’

His way of seeing the world had originally been like that. He was so immersed in ennui and boredom that he calmly admitted to being a monster.

The colorless world was always desolate, and since he had never failed to achieve what he wanted, he also lacked the yearning and possessiveness to desperately desire something.

Even the declining family couldn’t evoke any emotion, let alone a mere woman.

To him, the struggling lives of humans themselves were like ant colonies on sand.

For someone who let even time flow by like a leisurely flowing river, the complex affairs of the world couldn’t possibly resonate.

He was only slightly curious about why Elisia, the only interesting existence, suddenly tried to save the Duchy House, but that was all.

This interest would also scatter and disappear like grains of sand the moment her color faded.

“Ah.”

Shubel suddenly realized.

‘Become accustomed to it?’

…This redness?

Could this intense color truly be the kind that one could become accustomed to?

Elisia was truly the one and only existence in his world.

Nothing that could replace her existed, and her color was burning so hotly alive right now.

He reached a conclusion with his slowly turning mind.

‘Once could be a coincidence.’

But not from the second time.

It wasn’t a simple illness but coughing up blood.

The arrogant man was no different from those ordinary humans in that ant colony, and unless he struggled desperately, she would someday leisurely leave his side.

Shubel muttered lowly.

“You’re planning to abandon me and leave.”

Whoooosh!

Around Shubel, who had lost his composure, uncontrolled mana began raging wildly.

Crack!

Fissures appeared in the ground and objects that lost gravity began floating up into the air one by one.

“That can’t happen.”

Pure white frost flowers bloomed. Purple sparks flew around him as he held Elisia.

Shubel’s purple eyes sank as deep as the ocean depths.

“That can’t happen, Madam.”

Because of this, Jerkhal, who had been blocked from approaching in the first place, called out to his son who had lost his reason.

“Shubel!”

Mana imbued with some powerful ‘will’ pressed down on him. It was a warning not to come closer.

Like a wounded beast protecting its reverse scale, the mana in the area sharpened its edge.

The atmosphere growled fiercely and the grain of the wind twisted. A cold wave struck the land where winter had not yet come.

Snow crystals began swirling one by one.

But Jerkhal, befitting the Northern Region’s greatest knight, overcame that pressure and approached his son and daughter-in-law.

Though Elisia seemed unaware, knowing Shubel from the battlefield, he knew he must not let his son’s mouth open now.

“Get a hold of yourself!”

Jerkhal grabbed Shubel by the collar.

The moment he met those pitch-black dead eyes, he realized this wasn’t a state where words would get through.

He immediately chose a different means of communication.

Thwack-!!

“Don’t you know that you acting like this now is causing more harm to Elisia!”

“…”

When he struck his cheek with his fist, Shubel’s head snapped to the side.

Through his disheveled hair, deeply sunken purple eyes were revealed.

For a moment, an annoyed light flashed in those dead eyes, then hesitated upon hearing the word ‘Elisia.’

“We’re returning to the castle for treatment. If you’ve come to your senses, control your mana.”

Jerkhal spoke in a strong tone.

Shubel didn’t particularly answer, but fortunately, the mana that had been raging like a beast without its master gradually calmed down.

As if time had been rewound, the objects that had floated in the air found their places. Even the crackling sparks subsided.

And through that, a man holding a woman in his arms stood up unsteadily.

“Madam…”

A voice so precarious it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

His hands holding the person in his arms trembled faintly, as if the other would crumble if he gripped just a little stronger.

He whispered endlessly in a low, scratched voice.

“Don’t abandon me and leave. I’ll do well.”

Those who had been watching the scene while holding their breath could only silently watch as the man passed by them heading somewhere.

After a long time, I heard the hallucination whispering.

‘Remember. This is the first memory you lost.’

I was so absurd that I snorted inwardly.

‘What are you talking about.’

I was already annoyed to death from coughing up blood again. A ghost with no calculable value sure talks a lot.

I remember coughing up blood and someone holding me, but after that, my memory was hazy as if cut off cleanly. I must have fainted again.

‘Wait. Then where am I right now?’

I opened my eyes. I turned my head to look around.

More precisely, I had the awareness that I ‘performed such actions.’

Looking down at my hands, I could see their form wasn’t clearly defined. I realized that I wasn’t taking on a physical form in reality right now.

“Is this a dream?”

An endlessly spread pure white flower garden. Behind it, a pristine white forest faintly visible in the distance.

It was an unrealistic scene as if all colors had been drained away.

I realized it intuitively.

This place is what’s called the ‘end of the world.’ The White Forest.

“What a ridiculous dream.”

To think I’m having hallucinations in the White Forest that I’ve never seen once in my life.

I clicked my tongue in disbelief as I silently stared at the scene before me.

Actually, whether this was a dream or whatever didn’t matter to me. Whatever it was, staying put until the given situation resolved itself wasn’t my style.

If it was a nightmare, I’d smash it, and if there was someone who intentionally trapped me here, I’d beat them senseless—thinking this, I began walking through the Flower Garden.

Before long, a vision appeared before my eyes like a mirage.

I came to an abrupt halt when I saw the face of someone I never expected to encounter here.

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