The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 31

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 031

“Oh, what should I do, what should I do.”

In front of the train station.

A woman with pale platinum hair, blue eyes, and a pure appearance was on the verge of tears.

Whether she had booked the wrong ticket, she kept stamping her feet restlessly, looking quite pitiful.

Despite the cold being so severe that breath was visible at this station close to the northern region, she wore clothing that exposed her deer-like neck and slender body.

It was a scene that naturally evoked sympathy.

Finally, a righteous young man who couldn’t bear to watch stepped forward and asked.

“What’s the matter, miss?”

The woman stepped back in surprise. While being cautious, a glimpse of small hope saying ‘perhaps…’ could be seen in her eyes.

Her trembling from the cold stirred protective instincts.

Only after the young man reassured her several times did the woman burst into tears and explain her circumstances.

She had received word that her elderly mother back home was ill and was returning home, but had missed her train.

To make matters worse, she had even lost her identification and couldn’t buy a new ticket – such a pitiful story.

The young man, moved by sympathy and heroic sentiment, said.

“I’ll help you.”

“Really? Oh! Thank you, thank you.”

Intoxicated by the sense of achievement that the woman who had been wary at first opened up through his persuasion, the young man failed to notice that something was strange about the situation.

Why was the woman in such a secluded place rather than at the crowded exit when she needed help?

And why had she conveniently lost her identification due to being ‘flustered’ so she couldn’t buy a ticket herself?

The young man bought the woman a new ticket with his identification, and the woman was truly delighted.

‘How boring.’

Shasha Lert.

She was the daughter of Degen Lert and Elisia Runein’s cousin.

If Elisia had the glamorous rose-like appearance that drew attention anywhere, Shasha had the pure appearance of a single lily.

And she was someone who could utilize 100% of such advantages.

With one tear from her, most men would be helpless.

Even devout priests and arrogant noble young masters would quickly fall when she put her mind to acting.

Even being able to catch a ride on a train when she couldn’t use her identification for certain reasons showed her exceptional talent.

-Next station is Runein Duchy.

‘That’s where that person is?’

Shasha looked at the massive fortress visible in the distance.

She was there.

Elisia Seton.

No, she had gotten married now.

Elisia Runein.

Runein…

‘They’re nobles but practically ruined, aren’t they?’

The corners of her mouth subtly rose.

Though Shasha herself wouldn’t admit it, she harbored an inferiority complex toward her cousin.

A cousin of similar age. But that one had enjoyed all kinds of wealth from birth and monopolized the world’s attention.

When she struggled desperately to barely reserve a famous designer’s new dress, Elisia purchased several dresses with a flick of her finger.

The fact that being able to obtain even one such dress was an object of envy to someone didn’t even exist in her consideration.

All Shasha could see was the money, connections, and attention that Elisia spent like water.

‘After marriage, she fled to Runein. She doesn’t even show her face in high society.’

She felt a sense of superior intoxication. That Elisia who had been so great was now doing cleanup work for a declining family in such a countryside.

She herself was younger than her and unmarried. There was still opportunity.

‘I just need to get through this time. Just this once.’

Of course, regardless of her inner thoughts, Shasha was clever enough to deceive others with acting.

She had no intention of revealing such sinister nature.

‘Shasha Lert’ had to be a pure, beautiful, and pitiful woman who stirred protective instincts.

She planned to somehow deceive the people of this run-down estate and even Elisia to overcome her crisis.

“Father, you know, right? This time we need to manipulate that person well. We can’t fail like when we lost the merchant guild management rights. We must secure investment.”

“Of course, just trust this father. That time was because Runein unexpectedly interfered. How lonely must a young girl who knows nothing of the world be without parents. Let’s comfort her well.”

Finally, the Lert father and daughter arrived at the duchy.

Shasha was internally annoyed by the old train station and the fact that they had to walk to enter the capital city, but soon felt superior again seeing the quiet snowy landscape and crude fortress devoid of any splendor.

‘To be in such a backward place. That person has also fallen from grace.’

Shasha had used her pure beauty and acting skills to receive all kinds of conveniences on the journey from the capital to the duchy.

Naturally, she thought conquering such a barren countryside would be very easy.

Until she saw the long line stretched out in front of the castle gate for entry.

‘What, what’s this? Why are there so many people?’

Contrary to her thoughts of it being countryside, Runein had a tremendous floating population.

Especially merchant caravans pulling carts loaded with all kinds of goods could be seen frequently here and there.

People wanting to buy rare items from the north, those trying to get a foot in commerce, mercenaries to escort caravans, touts trying to solicit the mercenaries, plus all kinds of peddlers and drifters mixed in.

People from not only the duchy but also neighboring regions were all flocking to the capital city.

Shasha, who thought she could quickly enter the Grand Duke’s Castle and meet Elisia, was flustered.

“Next, identification.”

“Here it is.”

“Where are you from?”

“Southern Albioh.”

“Purpose of entry?”

“For wheat trading, my lord.”

Moreover, the presence of the knight permitting entry was by no means at a countryside level. No, rather he exuded a sharper presence than even the capital.

Murmuring voices could be heard from around.

“Lord Luke came out personally today.”

“One wrong move and we won’t get in today.”

“Still, it’s much better than letting those with insolent thoughts enter the capital city.”

“True, that’s right. Didn’t the knights teach those thug bastards who were extorting at the market a lesson last time?”

“I saw that myself! Well, Bella came out personally leading knights to see if ignorant people like us were suffering…”

Shasha secretly bit her lips.

‘This isn’t what I expected.’

Still, there was nothing she could do about it.

She was merely Elisia’s cousin, with no connection to Runein.

There was no way nobles ruling such a large estate would care about the cousin of a commoner daughter-in-law. Especially someone who had no immediate means to prove their identity.

Only then did Shasha realize that no matter how remote this place was, where they had come was a duchy that ruled over that vast remote land.

“Next.”

The people here seemed to have no sympathy – despite her trembling like this, they showed no interest, let alone help.

She couldn’t have known that the north was a front line, and because spies could infiltrate at any time, they were kind to those within the fence but cold to outsiders.

Eventually, Shasha trembled for hours in the fierce northern cold she wasn’t used to before finally being able to stand before the gatekeeper knight.

“Identification.”

“Well…”

Shasha filled her deer-like eyes with tears to finally display her specialty.

She also hunched her body as much as possible. And just as she was about to open her mouth with a trembling voice.

“Open the gates!”

“Bella is returning!”

Thud thud thud! The sound of a carriage running over frozen ground could be heard.

“Runein!”

“Great Runein!”

“Bella! You must always stay healthy!”

People cheered.

Shasha watched with vacant eyes as the carriage passed through in one go the path where she had been standing for hours.

Through the carriage window, she caught a glimpse of a woman with brilliant golden hair smiling brightly and waving her hand toward the people outside.

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