The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 43
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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 043
At this, Shubel looked down at her indifferently before answering.
“No.”
He brushed past her without a care.
Left alone behind him, Shasha wore a dazed expression before her lips twitched with an incredulous look.
“…What the hell is with that guy?”
This was the first man who had shown absolutely no interest in her. She chewed her lips anxiously, feeling both impatience and humiliation.
She needed at least some opening to try seducing him. This wasn’t just being cold – he was treating her like she was invisible.
‘People should have basic social skills!’
She just wanted to exchange names, and he responds with “No”? No?!
What Shasha realized after observing him for several days was that she shouldn’t expect such basic things from Shubel.
His world seemed to contain only Elisia and things that weren’t Elisia.
There had to be some opportunity to make a move. What could she expect from a man whose daily routine consisted of coming out in the morning to walk in the forest where he could see Elisia’s room, coming out again at lunch to walk, and coming out in the evening to walk?
He had no interest in any of the things all noble men indulged in – alcohol, gambling, women. He seemed wholesome to the point of appearing castrated.
‘This won’t do. I need to create some kind of opening…’
Just as Shasha was anxiously biting her nails.
“So I delivered Bella’s message card for her, you know? It wasn’t sealed so I could see all the contents.”
Someone’s excited voice could be heard.
A gleam flashed in Shasha’s eyes. She approached the servants’ rest area, a place she would normally never go near.
“And then? And then?”
“It said ‘It’s cold outside, so don’t wait for me-‘ something like that!”
“Kyaa!”
“Oh my, oh my, oh my, she must be playing hard to get.”
“The young master walks every day where he can see Bella’s room. Maybe they arranged to take walks together?”
“A letter when they’re close enough to see each other just by opening the door.”
“Ah, so romantic.”
She could see the maids with flushed faces chattering while doing needlework.
Seeing this, Shasha’s lips curved up eerily.
‘Right, secret meetings need invitations. Message cards, cards.’
A scheme capable of sending Elisia to hell formed in Shasha’s mind.
‘Just wait and see. In the end, you’re no different from other men. Men prefer young fresh things over old used goods.’
She spun around sharply.
Soon, Shasha went to find Degen and said.
“Father, there’s something you need to do for me.”
That night, Degen Lert secretly went down below the villa.
In his hands were a message card and a commemorative perfume bottle engraved with the initial [Elysia].
The next day.
‘Crystal butterfly.’
I stared down at the butterfly figure made of ice crystals.
It was shaped like a ‘Snow Fairy,’ a non-aggressive magical creature, something Shubel had left behind yesterday. From its crude appearance, it seemed like he had made it himself.
As the only harmless magical creature, Snow Fairies symbolized ‘luck’ or ‘miracles.’
“What a strange man.”
I muttered quietly and looked away from the butterfly crystal.
Today was the last night at the villa. Since I planned to return early tomorrow morning, I was gradually preparing to leave.
I had decided how to decorate the villa, which was my purpose for coming here. Since the hot spring itself was like a natural wonder, I planned to go with the dreamy style I had originally planned.
However, I needed a symbol to represent this theme…
I glanced at the crystal butterfly again.
“It might work.”
I was seriously contemplating with my arms crossed when I heard a knock-knock- from outside.
“Bella, I brought today’s daily newspaper. What should I do with it?”
“Yes, bring it here.”
I hadn’t stopped reading the daily newspaper even while at the villa.
Since it was a difficult place for delivery, it required the extra effort of having a servant go down to the village early in the morning to fetch it.
I gave the servant money for the errand and opened the newspaper from the top of the pile.
Thud.
A piece of magical parchment with terrible handwriting and a black and white photograph fell from between the newspapers.
[【Exclusive Report】 Elisia Runein enjoying secret rendezvous at secluded hot spring…?!]
[If you do not want this article to be published, deposit 100 million gold under the name ‘John Doe’ at Marcello Bank.]
“Hmm…”
I looked at the blackmail letter written on the parchment and smiled with interest.
When I picked up the black and white photograph that came with the parchment, it showed a message card in what appeared to be my handwriting and a perfume bottle.
The initial [Elysia] engraved on the perfume bottle was clearly visible.
The one and only commemorative perfume made exclusively for me.
It was a gift from an unknown perfumer that I had mentioned once in an interview, which then became famous after causing quite a stir. While it wasn’t exactly representative of me, it was associated enough with me that people thought of me when they saw that perfume.
Incidentally, it was also something I had lent to Shasha.
[Let’s meet tomorrow at this time, when your husband isn’t around.
I’ll send my fragrance as proof of our friendship.]
The message card in the photograph contained content that made me burst into laughter.
Whoever wrote it had studied my handwriting quite diligently – at first glance, it looked identical to my writing.
I burst out laughing at the sight of it.
“Who would be stupid enough to openly reveal an affair like this?”
No matter how I looked at it, it was fabricated. But the public values entertainment over truth.
Even if this article were published, it wouldn’t destroy me – the evidence was too flimsy for that – but it would certainly cause trouble.
After all, I was now the daughter-in-law of the prestigious Runein family.
Regardless of whether my in-laws believed it or not, my reputation would inevitably suffer due to people who loved to gossip.
“Quite greedy too. 100 million gold.”
For that amount, shouldn’t there at least be photos of an actual affair?
I tapped the table with my index finger before putting down the photograph. I picked up a pen and wrote a reply directly on the back of the magical parchment.
[How am I supposed to believe this? Send me proof.]
The parchment, being a magical device, was structured so that what the other party wrote could be seen in real time.
It was originally developed for secret official use, but wasn’t used much because the reception range was too short.
About an hour or two passed. A reply came.
[Impossible. If payment is not confirmed within 24 hours, the article will be published.]
‘John Doe’ meant unidentified person. It was a method commonly used for such illegal transfers.
I raised the corner of my mouth crookedly and scribbled a new reply.
[Go ahead and try.]
Perhaps sensing my intention to overturn the whole game, the other party’s reply came quickly.
[If impossible in current situation, extension to 48 hours possible.]
[I don’t want to?]
After a brief silence, new content appeared on the parchment.
[Both items impossible. Willing to visit with perfume.]
What should I really do with this person.
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
The perfume was something I had lent to Shasha. If an item with a clear borrower was being used for blackmail, they would know that person would naturally be suspected first.
The fact that they proceeded anyway meant their current situation was so desperate they couldn’t look back.
‘Or they’re preparing some amazing scheme that could overturn everything.’
[You know you could die doing this?]
[Plan to send unrelated mercenary instead. And if harm is confirmed, will publish more vicious articles.]
Provocative articles would flood in saying Elisia had harmed innocent people to hide her affair.
I chuckled and wrote a reply.
[Fine.]
The final response came.
[Deal made.]
The time was 10 PM.
Knowing the villa’s layout, they requested to meet at my private hot spring where no one else would come.
After that, the other party must have destroyed the magical device, as the parchment itself burned black and disappeared.
Instead of doing something foolish like trying to save it, I got up from my seat.
And I went to find my dear cousin to ask her.
“Shasha, where did my perfume go?”
“I’m sorry, sister. I definitely left it in the room, but it disappeared… I must have lost it.”
Unlike usual, she was among the maids and spoke innocently.
“Or maybe someone took it?”
I raised the corners of my mouth.
“Really? Then it can’t be helped. Don’t worry about it.”
“Really? Is that okay?”
“Of course.”
Shasha smiled brightly.
I looked at her rejoicing and thought.
‘Go ahead and laugh a lot for now.’
This might be the last time you get to smile, after all.
We smiled at each other while hiding our ulterior motives.
And then came the fateful night.
When the appointed time arrived, I came out to the hot spring.
Naturally, I was alone as they had requested, and I had dismissed the knights as well.
Whoooosh—
The night wind blew, disheveling my hair.
Lost in thought, I was quietly gazing down at the moon’s reflection in the water when I heard footsteps and turned my head.
“Are you the messenger?”
A burly man emerged from the forest.
The man nodded and took out the perfume.
Since I had no intention of getting angry at an innocent errand boy, I approached him without saying much, when suddenly.
“Oh my… sister? What’s going on here?”
As if the final act of a play had begun, Shasha appeared with a shocked expression on her face.
“Madam.”
Along with Shubel.
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