The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 48

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 048

 

“Misunderstanding?”

 

“It’s true that I decorated Jenaide according to my taste without considering profit margins. After all, this is my villa. I only plan to invite very ‘special’ guests, so naturally it should be this way, right?”

 

People stirred at the mention of ‘special’ guests.

 

Amidst that confusion, only one person’s voice could be heard clearly.

 

“Do you all think you were invited here simply by lottery, randomly?”

 

As K unconsciously widened her eyes upon realizing the meaning, Elisia playfully added.

 

“Let me tell you that’s not the case. I have discerning taste, and naturally I personally selected the guests to invite to my villa.”

 

“…!”

 

“This recruitment was an invitation I extended to those I wanted to share the joy I experience through the hot springs.”

 

The tourist trip had somehow become an ‘invitation’ through Elisia’s words. People stared at her blankly.

 

Elisia hadn’t allowed the journalist’s visit because she was unaware of her disapproval.

 

Rather, she had selected Critic K as part of the first group of tourists because she was confident she could turn things around spectacularly.

 

If someone who originally criticized her posted a good review, it would seem more authentic, wouldn’t it?

 

Simply being attached to the name of a celebrity or famous person tends to look impressive to others.

 

But Elisia had something that went beyond that. Something that naturally drew one’s gaze.

 

‘She chose me?’

 

Critic K felt the same way.

 

‘Really… how arrogant. If she saw the articles I wrote, she would know I don’t particularly like her.’

 

Somehow her heart was pounding when Elisia smiled with sparkling eyes.

 

“So it doesn’t matter what my guests do there. I just wanted to share my enjoyment.”

 

“…”

 

“Of course, you won’t see the same scenery if you go to other hot springs.”

 

“…Are you saying the quality is inferior?”

 

“That’s not it. Each will have different themes, so they can’t be exactly the same as Jenaide.”

 

“It sounds like you’re saying it’s difficult to receive this top-tier service.”

 

When K persistently questioned, Elisia widened her eyes innocently.

 

“Do you want to receive the same thing? Then this experience would lose its value.”

 

“…!”

 

“It’s better to leave special things as special. If too many people share it, the rarity disappears.”

 

Her words once again stirred up the elation of being ‘chosen.’

 

The eloquence to lift and lower people’s moods with just a few words. This was how one could understand why this woman was called the ‘Queen of High Society.’

 

“That doesn’t mean the service at other hot springs is bad, so don’t worry. It’s like the difference between home-cooked meals you can eat comfortably and a banquet for important occasions.”

 

After saying that, she looked to the side.

 

A tall man who had approached Elisia’s side could be seen calling her ‘wife.’

 

Those who recognized the identity of the speaker quietly gasped.

 

Shubel Runein and Elisia Seton.

 

The protagonists of the marriage that once turned the world upside down were right before their eyes.

 

Gossips had chattered that it was an arranged marriage based on conditions, but seeing them directly with their own eyes-

 

‘They look… close?’

 

They appeared very intimate.

 

“So I hope you won’t limit yourselves to just this one experience. The Northern Region is more beautiful than you think.”

 

Elisia winked and left with the man.

 

Critic K, who had been watching this blankly, felt her heart beating rapidly.

 

‘…I understand one thing. She’s an incredibly bewitching woman.’

 

K looked at the villa photos she had taken with great care to highlight Elisia’s extravagant taste and the critically-toned article draft together, then after much deliberation, deleted the draft.

 

She picked up her pen anew.

 

And a few days later, this article would appear.

 

[The Most Special Scenery in the World – Traveling to Jenaide Hot Springs]

 

For several days, I toured with Shubel to inform other Northern Region nobles about the hot spring business auction.

 

Although we could have just circulated official documents, the reason for making visits was to check their hot springs and gain inspiration for creating ‘merchandise.’

 

“Did you say souvenirs?”

 

“Yes. Humans have a collecting instinct. If each hot spring has different souvenirs, wouldn’t people want to visit those places too?”

 

I planned to make them seasonal as well, so people wouldn’t be able to resist coming.

 

For example, [Jenaide S1] would mean Season 1 Jenaide souvenir. It would probably have an incredible premium later, right?

 

If you don’t want to regret it by beating the ground when you can’t get what you want, you’ll have to come to the Northern Region and spend money diligently.

 

“Thanks to you, we toured quickly. Thank you.”

 

I said this as I got off the carriage upon returning to the Grand Duke’s Castle.

 

Thanks to Shubel personally casting acceleration magic, we were able to tour faster than expected.

 

“Don’t mention it.”

 

“I’m planning to rest today and go inspect the capital city tomorrow. Want to come with me? The main roads were newly renovated this time, so quite a lot should have changed-”

 

“Wife.”

 

Since he was a man who always followed behind me, I naturally assumed he would come along this time too.

 

“I think I need to be away for a few days.”

 

Seeing Shubel refuse for the first time – rarely, no, for the very first time – I unconsciously hesitated.

 

I spoke a beat late.

 

“…I see, well. If you have personal matters, it can’t be helped.”

 

Normally I would have asked exactly when he’d be away from and until when, and what his destination was, for efficient use of personnel.

 

But strangely, my mouth wouldn’t open. So I spoke as if brushing it off.

 

“Be careful on your trip.”

 

“Yes. Please take care of yourself as well, wife.”

 

I couldn’t understand why I felt disappointed.

 

The next day.

 

Because my husband was away, I woke up alone in an empty bed like at Jenaide.

 

Perhaps because we had changed beds, the scene looked even more desolate than before, but I wasn’t bothered-

 

“No, even if I didn’t ask, shouldn’t he have told me himself?”

 

…I wasn’t unbothered and grumbled irritably for no reason.

 

Kaiseus, who was munching on a morning apple, said.

 

[Nom nom, but since it’s a contract marriage, there’s no reason for the black-haired human to tell you his destination-]

 

“What did you say?”

 

When I whirled around, Kaiseus flinched and shrank his wings.

 

Unable to withstand the angry gaze, the baby dragon crawled under a pile of newspapers to hide.

 

I glared at the newspaper with only a small tail sticking out and muttered.

 

“Didn’t you say in the original he didn’t move until the family destruction began? You said he had no desire to do anything so he didn’t budge at all.”

 

[His thoughts must have changed.]

 

“That’s why I’m asking why they suddenly changed.”

 

[Even I don’t really know that…]

 

Could this be a butterfly effect from me changing Runein?

 

Honestly, from the standpoint of advocating for destroying the original story, it would be good if the protagonist Shubel became motivated.

 

It would be good, but… strangely it bothered me.

 

‘Ah, forget it.’

 

He’s not a child but a full-grown adult man, so he’ll take care of himself and return safely.

 

I stopped thinking because I found it strange that I was dwelling on such an inefficient matter.

 

And as planned, I toured the capital city, then returned to the Grand Duke’s Castle and handled merchant guild business.

 

Once I got to work, thoughts about Shubel completely disappeared. Thanks to that, I wondered if yesterday’s subtle emotions were just my imagination.

 

‘I guess it was just because it was the first time.’

 

Late at night.

 

After finishing my daily tasks, I returned to the couple’s bedroom that I now used alone.

 

Lately, if I stayed in the study too late, my in-laws or Bikal would subtly give me hints. In the form of bringing me tea that helps with sleep, etc.

 

Of course, the ultimate master of this field was my husband Shubel, but he’s not here today anyway, right?

 

I had brought it to the bedroom with the intention of doing some extra work.

 

“No one to disturb me, and it’s comfortable.”

 

I was observing the original crystal butterfly dreamcatcher that Shubel had made for me, studying it to research new designs.

 

Rumble—!

 

Suddenly, thunder roared from the pitch-black window outside.

 

Soon came the sound of torrential rain with flashing lightning—whoooosh.

 

“….”

 

Ah, no wonder I felt uneasy. I stared expressionlessly out the window where the muffled sound of rain could be heard.

 

I was no longer in the mood to do anything and decided to go to sleep, just as I was about to place the dreamcatcher I was holding onto the table.

 

[Cough cough, human!]

 

Suddenly my vision spun around.

 

Retch—

 

Red blood poured onto the pure white sheets.

 

I gritted my teeth inwardly at the side effects I was experiencing after so long.

 

‘Right, it was about time for this to happen. At least I’m alone this time, which is fortunate.’

 

Eventually my vision darkened and I felt my body collapse onto the wide sheets.

 

The strength left my hands.

 

Crash!

 

The dreamcatcher fell to the floor and the crystal butterfly sculpture shattered into pieces with a bursting sound.

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