The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 52

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 052

“There is not a single lie in my words as I examine the patient, and I declare that the three goddesses of fate bear witness to this.”

Nety clasped her hands together and offered a prayer. A cross blessed by the Pope floated up into the air.

A sacred aura gently emanated from her body.

This result meant having God as a witness.

Everyone watched the priestess with tense anticipation.

But then.

‘Why is this taking so long?’

Cold sweat beaded on Nety’s face as she listened for God’s words. Usually the results came immediately, as far as she knew.

Others seemed to sense something was wrong too, as quiet murmuring could be heard.

Shubel must have thought I was anxious, as he firmly grasped my hand.

“Don’t worry, my lady. I’m sure it’s not a serious illness.”

His tone already assumed there was an illness.

It was too much trouble to explain at this point, so I just nodded.

Yes, yes. Go ahead and assume all you want. Once the results come out, you’ll know it’s nothing anyway.

“Don’t worry, dear child. She’s a priestess said to be the next Pope, so she’ll surely tell us the exact illness and treatment.”

“Right. It’s an important matter, so she’s being thorough.”

Bella and Jerkhal took turns comforting me. I could only nod again.

A healing priestess said to be the next Pope. With her words, everyone would learn that I wasn’t suffering from some unknown incurable disease.

For that outcome, I could wait as long as it took.

“Yes, Shubel. Mother, Father. I’m prepared to accept whatever the results may be.”

I laid the groundwork first, meaning don’t be surprised even if there’s nothing wrong.

I hadn’t deliberately deceived them, but somehow the situation had turned out this way, so I had to avoid any backlash that might come my way.

‘Though knowing them, they’d probably say it’s truly fortunate and congratulate me.’

What’s time anyway. Looking at these people who had already come to believe in me this much, I felt embarrassed and could only stare intently at Nety.

Finally, the silent young priestess opened her mouth.

“God says…”

Gulp. Everyone swallowed in unison.

“He cannot see Lady Elisia’s fate.”

I was nodding graciously with a face ready to accept any result—that it’s not an incurable disease—when I paused.

What does it mean that my fate can’t be seen?

“All humans have a future fate. We can’t know exactly what it is, but fate exists for anyone who lives. However, Lady Elisia’s future shows this thread of fate severed, which usually applies to the dead, so…”

I snapped to attention at Nety’s explanation.

So what she was saying was—

“Unfortunately, it seems like three years at most. No fate is visible beyond that. I’m sorry…”

With those words, the room sank into terrible silence.

Everyone who had been watching the priestess with anxious faces was struck with great shock.

Not just an incurable disease, but terminal.

Nety’s words meant exactly that. A terminal diagnosis certified by God himself, no less.

“No… what do you mean? That I’m terminal?”

“…”

“Aren’t you mistaken?! Me, terminal, terminal?”

When I asked back with a trembling voice, as if I couldn’t believe such absurdity, the atmosphere in the room completely plummeted.

My mistake, if anything, was not knowing that the diagnostic method for illnesses only God could know was ‘gauging future fate.’

Even if I had known, with a husband who would kidnap a priestess, the result wouldn’t have changed anyway.

Having been properly blindsided by the hand I trusted, my head wasn’t working properly.

At my final struggle, Nety solemnly declared with a grave expression.

“This is a result certified by the three goddesses of fate who see past, present, and future.”

All three goddesses had apparently reached the same conclusion.

My thread of fate was apparently severed three years from now, beyond any possibility of change.

‘Of course it would be! According to the original story!’

Since I had a death ending as the protagonist’s awakening catalyst!

I looked at her with a devastated expression, then squeezed out my last bit of strength to find an opening.

“Then what’s the illness…”

Right, there has to be an illness name. How can you conclude it’s terminal without one?

“Strangely, no illness name is coming up.”

Exactly!

“But seeing that the thread of fate is severed, it’s probably an incurable disease that can’t be treated currently—”

No, it’s because there’s no illness at all!

I thought it was good that I could make judgments without medical knowledge, but I didn’t expect them to just look at the result and definitively conclude the cause.

But I was the one who chose this, wasn’t I?

As I stood there dumbfounded by the absurdity, my mother-in-law, who had been comforting me saying everything would be fine, swayed and collapsed.

“Oh, what are we to do with our poor dear child…!”

“My lady!”

“Your Grace!”

The room quickly became chaotic.

Bella collapsed to the floor, and Jerkhal crouched his bear-like frame before Nety, speaking in a gloomy voice.

“Is there really no way? I’ll donate any amount. No, you can take the entire Grand Duke’s Castle. Just save our dear child, please?”

This was the first time in three and a half months I’d seen my always dignified father-in-law speak so much.

“…”

And the biggest problem, my husband, Shubel.

He was firmly holding my hand and smiled as usual as if to reassure me, but,

“Don’t worry, Elisia.”

The moment I met those eyes that looked ready to tear the world apart, I realized.

“I’ll search the entire world to save you.”

I should have either silenced Nety or refused this ridiculous diagnostic method!

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