The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 53

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 053

 

“Ah, I don’t know. Let them misunderstand. I really did everything I could.”

 

I went through all this trouble because I hated that damn blood-spitting sickly image, but what can I do when the results are like this.

 

Now I’ve reached the point of giving up, thinking let them misunderstand as they please.

 

“More importantly, the Naintail issue is the problem.”

 

I was troubled about what to do with the original villain my husband brought.

 

[Why? Just kill him.]

 

“You really are a lizard demon.”

 

I shook my head at Kaiseus, who said such frightening words nonchalantly with an innocent face.

 

[Are you hesitating?]

 

“Yeah, well. It’s not like he hasn’t committed any crimes yet or anything.”

 

I had my own problems to worry about to consider such human conscience.

 

Naintail will later receive a commission and assassinate my father-in-law Jerkhal.

 

With Lunein’s power weakened to the extreme, when even the family head gets assassinated, they couldn’t properly respond to the false accusations and the family collapsed together.

 

He could be said to be the person who advanced Lunein’s destruction and my death ending by at least 10 years.

 

“Coldly speaking, he’s someone who has nothing to do with me. When Father might die, I can’t let him go just based on conscience.”

 

So the reason I’m contemplating now was purely due to my efficiency-pursuing personality.

 

‘Shadow arts, perfect for manual labor.’

 

When I’m already using my mage husband as an excavator, it felt wasteful to just throw away an S-class worker who rolled in.

 

Kaiseus made a disgusted expression.

 

[Goldgold, humans are the most wicked!]

 

Seeing the trembling baby dragon, my mischievous side activated and I smiled wickedly as if to show off.

 

“Too bad. If you were just a little bigger, I would have used you as a winged transport to carry stone piles.”

 

[Hiiek!]

 

Perhaps imagining himself carrying large stones, Kaiseus screamed and did a forward roll.

 

I giggled watching Kaiseus return to ring form.

 

‘Hmm, but what should I really do?’

 

If he were easily replaceable manpower, I wouldn’t have had such worries.

 

The problem is that he’s truly a unique existence.

 

‘A human weapon raised by the last mage order of the fallen previous empire. The story was that a slave boy trapped in the darkness of Dden Jang massacred the group that raised him and burst out into the world.’

 

Since he himself became the last sorcerer, the brilliant sorcerer lineage of the previous empire was essentially severed.

 

However, unable to completely settle his past as a weapon, even after coming out into the world he lived as someone’s dirty blade.

 

According to that karma, when he confronted Shubel in a grudge relationship, he ended his life in the very shadows he had so desperately wanted to escape.

 

“For now.”

 

I put on the covenant ring and stood up.

 

“I’ll meet him and judge, I suppose.”

 

And while Shubel was briefly away on estate business, I secretly slipped out of the room and headed to the underground prison where Naintail was confined.

 

In the darkness, Naintail thought.

 

‘Again?’

 

This perfect darkness where not a single ray of light entered. It was identical to the situation in Dden Jang where he was trapped as a child.

 

He familiarly felt the helplessness consuming his body and laughed bitterly.

 

Shadow arts. Just by the name it seems to belong to the darkness category and actually does.

 

Ironically, shadows cannot exist without light.

 

The sorcerers who conducted various terrible experiments on the slave boy were actually afraid of the monster they raised and imprisoned the boy in the darkness of Dden Jang.

 

Naintail, who was sprawled like dead in the prison, blinked his remarkably fresh green eyes for an assassin.

 

‘Is there someone who knows my abilities?’

 

It was too obsessive darkness to be a coincidence.

 

Normally a prison would have at least one guard posted, but there wasn’t even that.

 

There must be someone who knew the fact that he became so weak in such darkness that he couldn’t move.

 

‘Interesting, this place. That monster-like brother too.’

 

Wasn’t Lunein supposed to be falling apart?

 

I thought I only needed to be careful of the Duchess, but who knew there would be worse obstacles.

 

It was a situation where he could die from one wrong commission, but Naintail laughed like a madman.

 

Then he felt a faint presence outside and rolled his empty eyes.

 

Soon the tightly closed prison door opened and someone entered.

 

‘Who?’

 

Naintail stared intently at the person approaching his cell bars.

 

It was such thorough darkness that he couldn’t tell who the other person was, but one thing was clear.

 

“Naintail. Slave number N99. Forcibly implanted technique is shadow arts, representative mask is fox. Name, none. Family relations, none, friend relations also none.”

 

That it was a voice so beautiful he wanted to hear it again even after hearing it.

 

“Life goal, also none. Summary, a human who just lives since he was born.”

 

He grumbled at the person who was reciting his supposedly mysterious past in detail.

 

“‘Since he was born.’ That’s accurate but harsh.”

 

“Is there anything wrong?”

 

“No. Then who are you to recite someone else’s personal information? Is there still a sorcerer I haven’t killed?”

 

For the first time, a chilling light appeared in Naintail’s previously listless eyes.

 

It was a gaze that anyone would have to fear in front of an assassin who kills people for a living, but the other person laughed boldly.

 

“Guess. What do you think?”

 

He deflated at that composure. There was no way the arrogant and sensitive sorcerers could have such leisure.

 

“Honestly, I don’t think so.”

 

“Good instincts. Is it because you’re an assassin?”

 

“If you’re not a sorcerer, how do you know my information?”

 

“Is that important?”

 

“Not important but… what are you going to do with me? Kill me?”

 

“Well, what should I do. Depends on what you do.”

 

“Usually at times like this, don’t people at least pretend to say no? A cornered rat might bite.”

 

When he grumbled rebelliously for no reason, the other person spoke in a gentle voice as if Naintail was ridiculous.

 

“That’s if it’s a rat. Foxes use their cunning heads to try to escape somehow.”

 

He paused and looked at the other person.

 

In the darkness, the owner of the voice was invisible.

 

Naintail raised his body that had been hanging limply as if enchanted.

 

“What should I do?”

 

When he approached the bars and asked, the other person gave an answer as if praising him.

 

“You received a commission to kidnap a priest heading to Lunein?”

 

“Yeah. But I can’t tell you who’s behind it. I’m bound by contract, I’ll die the moment I speak.”

 

“That’s fine. It’s either the Erzell Imperial Family or the Beatrice Ducal Family anyway.”

 

Naintail unconsciously shifted his eyes.

 

“Seems right. At this time, the Imperial Family is in the middle of a war over imperial succession, so it would be difficult to turn attention elsewhere. The Ducal Family?”

 

“…I can’t say.”

 

“Yes, thanks for the answer.”

 

He began to find this woman frightening somehow.

 

“Hmm, seeing that they commissioned kidnapping rather than killing the priest, they still don’t want to make enemies with the temple.”

 

Naintail unconsciously gulped.

 

“Why are you saying that in front of me. …Are you going to kill me?”

 

“Well, I told you.”

 

Elisia smiled slyly.

 

“Depends on what you do?”

 

He realized.

 

The fact that he was being completely led in this conversation. And that there was no hole to escape from it.

 

“I’ll make you one proposal.”

 

Though his life had been one of going with the flow as she said, this was the first time he’d been so completely psychologically collared.

 

Even when living as a slave in Dden Jang, the sorcerers feared him and trembled in terror. He had always held the psychological advantage.

 

Naintail blinked at this feeling he was experiencing for the first time.

 

“Interested in getting a job at a new workplace? Given your track record, you can’t relocate your residence, but I’ll make sure you get paid well. How about it?”

 

It was the moment when a brilliant light that would never come again appeared in his miserable life.

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