The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 39

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 039

 

“Don’t do it.”

 

I silenced the Lert father and daughter, then glared at Shubel who had approached me and spoke.

 

Shubel immediately put on a pitiful expression.

 

“I didn’t do anything, Madam.”

 

“You were about to lift me up again.”

 

When I pointed out his hand that had sneakily moved to my waist, Shubel smiled shamelessly this time.

 

“You seem tired, wouldn’t it be better to receive an escort?”

 

“Lifting someone up without permission isn’t an escort, you know?”

 

“Then leaning on me—”

 

“I’m not tired.”

 

“Madam… couldn’t you need me a little?”

 

Shubel made an expression like a sheepdog whose herding job had been taken away.

 

I found it both absurd and amusing, so I left his hand that I was about to push away alone.

 

“I lent you my clothes. Aren’t you cold?”

 

“This much is fine.”

 

“I’m fine with this much movement too. If you’re human, you don’t die from walking just 10 minutes.”

 

Shubel looked like he had a lot to say, but held back as if his words might become reality.

 

He whispered in a low voice.

 

“Then, please forgive this rudeness.”

 

Shubel took my hand with his other hand. When I looked at him in surprise, warmth spread from the hand he held.

 

Soon my entire body became warm as if I were sitting in front of a fireplace.

 

‘It’s magic!’

 

Mages were extremely rare, and they were all the type who stayed holed up in towers and rarely came out, so there were few opportunities to experience magic directly.

 

In a world where magic tools that could be used with just money had become widespread, there was no reason to endure inconvenience and use people.

 

While I was inwardly amazed, for some reason the other person wouldn’t let go of my hand. I shook his hand and said.

 

“It seems finished, so let go?”

 

“To continuously cast magic on another person, you must maintain contact.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“…You’re not deceiving me because I’m a commoner, are you?”

 

“It’s true.”

 

I stared at him suspiciously for some reason, then stopped thinking I was being too cold to someone who had helped me.

 

I also remembered how after the inspection work ended, he was convinced it was a hallucination, saying I couldn’t possibly be kind to him…

 

‘But still, it feels like some kind of scheme.’

 

My suspicious instincts kept activating, but the gentle warmth spreading from our joined hands soothed them.

 

We ended up holding hands until we arrived at the villa.

 

“Thank you, Shubel. Thanks to you, I came here comfortably.”

 

When we arrived at the villa, I let go of his hand.

 

We had only not cleared the path, but since we had sent people ahead, there was no need to depend on others anymore.

 

When I returned his clothes to him, he stared at the returned outer garment for a moment, then his lips moved slightly.

 

“Don’t mention it.”

 

I ignored the warmth in my heart that seemed to have become as warm as another person’s body temperature and entered the villa.

 

Bang!

 

The separate building assigned to the Lert father and daughter.

 

“Shasha, are you properly persuading that girl? What if those vicious bastards chase after us!”

 

The father and daughter, who had been confident and got along well when they first came to Lunein, became more sensitive day by day.

 

They thought they could quickly get Elisia under control, but in reality, it was difficult to even see her face once.

 

“I’m doing it too! Did you properly tell that person about the ‘House of Angels’? Why is there no reaction like this!”

 

“Of course I did that— did you just raise your voice at your father?”

 

It had already been three weeks since they came to Lunein.

 

During that time, the Lert father and daughter hadn’t just been playing around. They had tried to visit Elisia several times to talk about the investment matter.

 

But Elisia was so busy with something that she slipped away like a snake, saying something had come up.

 

‘I need to get investment from that person quickly.’

 

Shasha bit her nails anxiously.

 

[【House of Angels】 Donation Fundraising… Fraud Suspicion Summary!]

 

[The Swan Mask Saint, What is Her True Identity?]

 

[The woman called a saint, does the ‘House of Angels’ she speaks of really exist?]

 

The articles she had seen just yesterday wouldn’t leave her mind.

 

‘House of Angels.’

 

This was a sponsorship organization that Shasha had created with a charitable heart for sick children.

 

Taking care of children no one else cared about, where else could you find someone like her?

 

So in that process, if she took a little money for herself, no one would say anything about it.

 

Shasha had simply used her clever mind to create an ‘investment product’ that would make everyone happy.

 

‘All I did was say I would return 120% of the donation amount to donors.’

 

Once she gathered initial donors to spread the word, becoming famous was quick.

 

She used cash from new donors to provide ‘profits’ to existing donors.

 

The result? As expected, the empire’s citizens were enthusiastic about her.

 

Having always been overshadowed by the enormous light called Elisia, it was natural that Shasha’s cleverness became bolder day by day with the pure attention she received for the first time in her life.

 

‘They praised me as a saint, but now they call it fraud, these people with no backbone!’

 

Crunch, she bit her nails once more.

 

The suspicions that had only been whispered underwater when she left the capital had now become established fact enough to be openly published in daily newspapers.

 

Some trashy gossip reporter had even been lurking around like a hyena, though she didn’t know what scent he had picked up.

 

Anxiety rose up to her chin.

 

‘This is the only way after all.’

 

She had to make Elisia invest in the ‘House of Angels’ no matter what.

 

If her reputation and Seton’s name value were added, even the suspicious people would quiet down for a while.

 

In the meantime, she could dump all of this on Elisia and leave the empire as if she had never existed from the beginning.

 

She didn’t like fleeing to a foreign country, but it couldn’t be helped.

 

‘I need to create a situation where that person has no choice but to be tempted. For that…’

 

Shasha’s eyes lit up.

 

She needed to drive a wedge between that husband and Elisia.

 

“Father, there’s a way.”

 

On the way to the villa, Shasha recalled Elisia and Shubel, who had looked annoyingly close.

 

Having been jealous of her maternal cousin all along, she knew Elisia well.

 

There had never been a man who listened to her so well while she grumbled like that.

 

Even when she reigned as the queen of the capital’s social circles, she never created scandals with the opposite sex.

 

‘So you’re also just a helpless creature called woman after all.’

 

It felt like she had discovered her weakness for the first time.

 

And as much as she had discovered it, she wanted to take it away.

 

In this era, a wife who received cold treatment from her husband could never live proudly. Yes, even if it was that Elisia.

 

“If she’s abandoned by her husband, no matter how much of a person she is, she won’t be able to live with her head held high. It’s even a ducal house. Her reputation will definitely hit rock bottom, and to recover from that, she’ll be forced to make the investment.”

 

“Hmm, yes, that makes sense.”

 

The ‘House of Angels’ was like that. On the surface, it was a very plausible investment destination.

 

That’s why the character of the ‘Swan Mask Saint’ that she had played could rise to celebrity status in an instant, causing a sensation in the capital.

 

How sweet it had been when she heard people’s praise.

 

‘But not anymore. You should be the one to become the ‘fake saint’ who receives their hatred.’

 

How much would Elisia despair after losing the love of her husband, in-laws, and people in that process?

 

Shasha Lert was confident she could make that happen.

 

More precisely, since that was the only way she could survive currently, she was obsessively brainwashing herself that this was right.

 

Otherwise, she felt like she would be strangled to death by the slowly approaching noose of pursuit.

 

No matter how smart someone is, it’s difficult to remain rational when ruin is right around the corner.

 

‘Look forward to it, sister. This hot spring will be the first stage of your downfall.’

 

And the first step toward this goal was to steal Shubel’s heart.

 

She gripped the necklace around her neck tightly.

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