The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 55

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 055

 

“….”

 

“Resting is good. Who would refuse comfortable rest?”

 

No. I was a workaholic who became extremely anxious when I had nothing to do.

 

If I just lay around idly for no reason, all sorts of trivial problems would flood my mind.

 

Especially on rainy days… I would focus on work to avoid thinking about anything else.

 

It was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder that developed after the carriage accident, so I just lived accepting it as my fate.

 

‘Though it seems less severe when Shubel is beside me.’

 

He was a man who said so many strange things that being next to him naturally got me caught up in it, leaving no time for other thoughts.

 

Even now I was doing this, trying to comfort my husband who was estimated to have stayed up for several days and nights.

 

With people from the Duchy House worrying about me, I don’t even know how time passes these days.

 

“But if we stop, nothing will change.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“Right now treatment is impossible, but there are many geniuses in the world, and surely somewhere there’s someone who can identify the cause of this disease and treat it.”

 

No, there isn’t. Sorry.

 

“Then-”

 

“Of course, finding such a person won’t be easy either. But Shubel. Think about Runein during the Thousand-Year War period.”

 

A whopping 12 knight orders alone.

 

‘If you want to seize the opportunity for success, go to the Northern Region’ – Runein was the place that created this saying.

 

Runein at that time was a fountain of talent. Everyone dreamed of a successful life in Runein and wanted to be with the continent’s most prestigious family.

 

I shamelessly spoke like a cult leader.

 

“Runein just needs to regain its former prestige. Then my disease can be cured too.”

 

There was about as much connection between curing my disease and Runein’s prestige recovery as between distant relatives.

 

‘Whatever.’

 

Originally, for things like this, having a loud and confident voice was important.

 

Sure enough, Shubel made an interested face.

 

“Prestige recovery…”

 

“Yes, if we regain past glory, everything will be resolved.”

 

“Past glory…”

 

“Let’s revive Runein together!”

 

When I spoke with dramatic theatrical tone, Shubel obediently answered.

 

“Yes, my lady. I understand. I’ll work hard.”

 

I became very satisfied with the satisfactory result.

 

Having gone this far, he won’t stop me from working. Now farewell to imperial confinement.

 

“Now, get some sleep. Your dark circles are practically reaching your chin.”

 

When I generously patted the spot next to me, Shubel obediently listened this time too.

 

He first interlaced his fingers with my hand that had been in contact with him-

 

“?”

 

Before I could detect something strange, he naturally lay down on the bed.

 

I belatedly panicked seeing him with his arm around my waist and his face buried in my shoulder.

 

“What, what, what are you doing?”

 

“I’m trying to sleep as my lady instructed.”

 

“What does that have to do with me…?”

 

“I can’t sleep without my lady.”

 

“Where is there such nonsense?!”

 

“Right here.”

 

Shubel slowly rubbed his forehead. I shrank at the feeling of soft black hair tickling my skin.

 

I was so flustered I froze, then startled and put strength into our interlaced hands, and heard a low laugh.

 

As I tried to push him away with a reddened face in anger, he mumbled.

 

“My lady, don’t… leave.”

 

And Shubel fell asleep as if his consciousness had suddenly dropped below the surface of sleep.

 

My feeble anger lost its way.

 

‘Ah, really.’

 

My gaze wandered over the sleeping man’s profile.

 

Looking at him who seemed to sleep peacefully only after greedily clutching me.

 

‘Really.’

 

True to someone whose hobby was sleeping uncomfortably, Shubel was holding me while curling up his large frame.

 

‘What am I supposed to do.’

 

With a confused heart, I just chewed my lips restlessly for no reason-

 

I ended up falling asleep too.

 

I found out later that the medicine with no effect but full of sincerity contained sleeping pills.

 

The next day.

 

When I woke up, I almost screamed at the handsome face filling my vision.

 

‘…!’

 

I barely bit my lips to stop that and tried to get away from sleeping Shubel.

 

Though I was immediately blocked by the arm he had around my waist.

 

‘What, strength, is this strong…!’

 

I tried to somehow move it away, but whether sleeping people’s arm strength was normally like this, it wouldn’t budge no matter what.

 

I struggled alone for a while, then got tired and stayed still for a moment.

 

Then I hit the sleeping person’s chest once for no reason and made a terrifying threat.

 

“If you don’t let go of this arm, you’ll have to eat cookies I made all day.”

 

“Kuk-”

 

“?”

 

I was grumbling to myself when I thought I heard a low laugh and looked up.

 

I still saw a face sleeping soundly.

 

Suspicious, I waved my hand in front of him and poked his cheek, but there was no reaction.

 

‘Did I hear wrong.’

 

Since I sometimes heard strange auditory hallucinations, I dismissed my suspicion and pondered how to escape this confinement.

 

The strength in the arm around my waist loosened.

 

‘Now!’

 

I quickly escaped from Shubel’s embrace.

 

Worried he might wake up, I pushed the pink rabbit doll that was on the bed into Shubel’s arms in my place and lightly headed to the bathroom.

 

There was a gaze quietly watching that retreating figure.

 

“How adorable.”

 

Languid eyes with a trace of sleepiness.

 

A low, husky voice whispered.

 

Feeling her cute squirming in his arms, he couldn’t help but wake up.

 

Though he didn’t let go even though he was awake from the middle.

 

Shubel looked at the doll with a large ribbon in his arms and chuckled.

 

“It’s time.”

 

In the afternoon when I finally succeeded in escaping Shubel’s clutches and commuting to the study.

 

I couldn’t remember how long it had been, and even the documents piled up like a tower in my absence were welcome.

 

After having an emotional reunion with work, I reviewed news from the capital that came from informants.

 

Kaiseus, who had been practicing flying toward the apple mobile, flopped backward and declared.

 

[Give this body freedom of apples!]

 

I glanced at Kaiseus who wasn’t responding to my words.

 

I had no choice but to take out one apple for him, then spoke again.

 

“It’s time.”

 

[Nom nom, for what?]

 

“To unmask my cousin who was captured by the Finance Office.”

 

I showed him the hot-off-the-press article that came out today.

 

[Aftermath of the House of Angels… Spreads throughout the Empire.]

 

[Those who became vagrants overnight.]

 

[【Breaking News】 Marcello Bank faces bankruptcy crisis due to bad loans and insufficient cash assets!]

 

The House of Angels.

 

To put it simply, it’s a fund organization that sponsors sick children in society’s blind spots.

 

At first glance, it seems like just an ordinary public interest sponsorship purpose, but why did it become famous enough to become a near-fanatical trend?

 

The reason was simple.

 

‘Because it brings money and fame.’

 

Let’s say you sponsored 1 gold to the House of Angels.

 

Then the House of Angels would send you an angel brooch on a set date as a token of gratitude for your sponsorship.

 

But the value of this brooch is 1.2 gold.

 

If you sponsor 10 gold? A 12 gold brooch arrives.

 

Regarding how this was possible, there was an interview with a woman who introduced herself as the founder of the House of Angels.

 

[Q. How is the House of Angels operated?

 

A. Thankfully, we operate through the funds that our sponsors have donated.

 

Q. Is there a reason you send thank-you gifts separately?

 

A. There are leftover sponsorship funds after treating our angel children, you know. I thought that if we’re a fair organization, we should return that to you. So with a grateful heart, we craft and send minerals from our family’s mine.

 

Q. Then it seems like you, as the founder, would suffer tremendous losses.

 

A. Oh, no. Since it’s family-owned, it’s at cost price, and the angel children who received sponsorship participate in the crafting because they want to give something to the sponsors. We’re really just returning the leftover sponsorship funds.]

 

“How brazenly she committed fraud.”

 

I clicked my tongue at the sight of my cousin’s shameless fraudulent activities while hiding behind a mask.

 

Honestly, anyone with even a bit of sense would have no choice but to realize it was fraud.

 

Even if the mineral value is at cost, what about the expenses for mining, sorting, and transporting it?

 

“So now it’s time to return that karma.”

 

I smiled subtly while resting my chin on my hand.

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