The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 30

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 030

Shubel had been acting dramatic.

It was both funny and absurd to see such a big man acting like that, so I said.

“Then call the doctor. There’s a professional, so why do you keep coming to me?”

“He’s away on medical center business.”

“He’ll come if you call him.”

“If we summon him, rumors will spread that someone in Lunein is sick. Is that okay with you? Security has stabilized and things are becoming more active, so we can’t pour cold water on it.”

What nonsense.

“Then do it yourself.”

You said you were on the battlefield. You can handle that much.

When I scolded him with that meaning, Shubel drooped his eyes and looked around nervously.

“I’m sorry. You’re sick, Madam, and I’m being unreasonable—”

“Ah, forget it. Doing this much won’t cause problems with my health.”

In the end, I gave up completely.

Our conversation pattern these days was like this.

Whatever we talked about, the topic would jump to my health, and if this was how it was going to be, I wished that healing priest would arrive quickly.

‘From a medical knowledge perspective, my condition is of unknown cause, but a priest would see that I’m perfectly fine.’

If I couldn’t refuse treatment anyway, I wanted someone to officially certify that I wasn’t a patient, even if it meant borrowing divine power.

It was awkward having someone treat me as someone who needed to be cared for.

It felt like I was deceiving someone who showed genuine concern when I wasn’t actually sick.

‘Deception with deception, sincerity with sincerity.’

This was one of the few principles I had for running a merchant guild in the golden world full of schemes and betrayals.

The more the people of Lunein genuinely worried about me, the more my sense of debt accumulated like piling debts.

I couldn’t just leave debts alone, so I had no choice but to remove the cause.

I was thinking of leaving this place and returning to my original position when everything was over…

‘It seems like I’ll be held back.’

By the lingering attachment called ‘affection.’

It wasn’t that I disliked Lunein, but my home was still the Seton Estate in the capital where I lived with my parents. Not returning wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

I frowned looking at Shubel’s hands, still as tattered as when I first saw them.

“Is the medicine actually working? It doesn’t seem to be healing at all.”

It looked like there were new wounds instead. Was it just my imagination?

“How could that be when you’re treating me, Madam?”

“What does that matter? For it to be effective, a doctor should do it.”

I clicked my tongue and tightly wrapped the bandage.

Shubel acted dramatic again, saying it hurt, but I was used to this man’s behavior and just let it be.

After that, I gave Shubel a ton of work to select which knights had useful combat power, then kicked him out and handled my own affairs as usual.

Since the knights had returned and the capital’s security was temporarily stable, there were no major issues that required my attention while I was asleep.

So in the capital, that is.

“What is this?”

I looked at the letter delivered to me with an incredulous expression.

[To my dear Elisia.

I wonder if you’ve been well. This uncle is writing because Elisia, you won’t give up your board position… (omitted)

Shasha is sick. Shasha is your only cousin, isn’t she? Blood relatives should get along well… (omitted)

I’ve found a very good investment opportunity. This business will definitely be a huge hit. So if Seton and Lunein invest… (omitted)

Therefore, I’m thinking of going to Lunein with Shasha to see you. We’ll meet soon.

Your only blood relative, Uncle Degen.]

In short, if I filtered out all the bullshit, the letter’s content was as follows:

[I’m coming to stick a straw in your back.]

I looked at the handwriting that read ‘Uncle Degen’ and muttered.

“How strange. I keep hearing names I had forgotten recently.”

The scene I saw in the White Forest’s illusion was exactly this person’s betrayal.

Of course, it wasn’t something I had directly experienced in reality.

‘But it feels just as disgusting.’

I narrowed my eyes and looked at that letter.

The corners of my mouth had somehow twisted upward.

“Kai, you said the White Forest’s illusions weren’t false, whatever they were.”

[Huh? Yeah, that’s right.]

After learning I had been asleep for three days, I asked Kaiseus about the White Forest’s illusions.

According to him, the White Forest is where the world’s causality penetrates… simply summarized, it was a phenomenon I experienced due to side effects.

What Kaiseus told me was that those illusions weren’t simple mirages but some kind of ‘records.’

“It seems the effects of me spreading money around Lunein are starting to show.”

[Effects?]

“Yeah. When you cast bait, fish are bound to bite. Since I scattered ‘gold’ as bait, it’s time for scammers or jackpots targeting it to appear.”

Unfortunately, Uncle Degen’s group fell into the former category of scammers.

I shook an apple, which was exclusive bait for baby dragons.

Kaiseus, who had been trained by me not easily giving out special treats, whined and flapped his short wings.

And he barely managed to fly up about 5cm and succeeded in catching the apple.

The baby dragon rolled around on the table, delighted while hugging the red fruit that was about the size of his body.

[So what are you going to do, human?]

Not knowing he had just been an example of a fish that took the bait, Kaiseus asked after cutely taking a bite of the apple.

I rested my chin on my hand and smiled slyly.

“Well. If I chase away the first fish, the real big catch might not come, so I’ll deal with them appropriately for now.”

[…Gold-gold human, you just smiled really wickedly.]

Kaiseus shivered.

Regardless, I was busy planning how to deal with Uncle Degen’s group in my head.

‘First, the surface goal is recuperation for his daughter’s treatment.’

I was already conceiving the next business plan to develop the Northern Region. I couldn’t let the estate residents live off cottage industries forever, right?

The third development plan of the North Restoration Project was creating an income source that would become the foundation of the estate.

I was truly grateful that uncle’s group could help with this.

‘The real goal would be inducing investment in fraudulent investment opportunities.’

Since I was grateful, I decided to treat them properly.

“Child, about your uncle?”

“Yes, Mother.”

For this purpose, I first informed my in-laws about uncle’s group’s visit.

Although I would handle it well myself, since the location was Lunein, it was natural to report to my superiors that ‘this kind of thing will happen.’

Since it was dinner time, Jerkhal, who had been eating quietly, asked.

“Are they familiar guests?”

“Pardon?”

“I mean, are they people you cherish?”

I finally understood Father’s intention and my eyes sparkled.

“No. They’re unfamiliar guests.”

“I see. Understood.”

The taciturn Father only said that one thing, but I somehow felt reassured.

Because—

“That day, there will be traditional ceremonial training in the Northern Region, so we won’t be able to receive guests.”

“I’m sorry too, child. I have a prior engagement with the newly hired finance ministers.”

In Lunein, there was no reason to welcome such insignificant guests of a commoner daughter-in-law.

Uncle Degen’s group would become unwelcome guests throughout the entire duchy and be treated coldly forever.

I was so moved by my beautiful in-laws that I almost shed tears right there.

The next day.

Uncle coming was one thing. But with more important matters scattered about, I was working diligently when it happened.

Kaiseus asked with a curious tone.

[But you said there’s one more person coming besides that uncle. Sha-something? What kind of person is he?]

“Ah, Shasha.”

I suddenly recalled an old memory.

‘Sister, you have plenty of other dresses anyway. So couldn’t you give this one to me?’

My dear cousin.

Since we were blood-related, our tastes overlapped quite a bit. Whatever I liked, you liked exactly the same.

I made you cry so many times back then.

“A kindred spirit.”

[…Huh?]

“Someone with a similar past to mine.”

So this time, I hope you won’t covet what’s mine.

Otherwise, I might want to make you cry as much as you demanded a share of the Merchant Guild despite not even coming to our parents’ funeral.

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