The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 59

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 059

 

“Right here.”

 

Shubel withdrew his hand that didn’t even have cream on it and smiled with shameless languor.

 

Having been frozen in thought for a while, I hastily stumbled backward.

 

‘I can’t believe I fell for such an obvious trick.’

 

I wasn’t angry that he had touched my hand, but rather frustrated that I hadn’t noticed such an obvious, even classic, ploy.

 

I glared at him with my guard at maximum level.

 

“…The dough needs to ferment, so I’ll take it away.”

 

“Can’t we use it this time?”

 

“We can’t.”

 

“That’s a shame.”

 

Since I was the one who had touched his body first, I couldn’t say anything and was left to chew on my frustration alone when he said with a smile.

 

“You can touch more if you want.”

 

“I told you not to say weird things.”

 

“You’re going to be my wife anyway.”

 

“I never put anything like that in the contract, you know?”

 

“It’s like a special clause. Something that comes as a bonus.”

 

“Don’t call yourself a bonus!”

 

It was always like this with Shubel. When I got caught up with him, I couldn’t think about anything else.

 

Thanks to that, the inexplicable lethargy also evaporated and disappeared from my mind.

 

My slightly trembling body also found stability while conversing with him.

 

We bickered the entire time until we took out the dough I had made earlier, shaped it, and cut it with cute cookie cutters.

 

“But my lady.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Why did you put rainbow slime pieces in the dough?”

 

“I heard this was edible, isn’t it?”

 

“It is edible, but it’s a magical ingredient.”

 

Just because it’s edible doesn’t mean it’s worth eating.

 

“The colors are pretty.”

 

At my words, Shubel closed his mouth instead of adding more.

 

He willingly processed the magical ingredients I had prepared. The materials that passed through the skilled magician’s hands became more colorful and sparkled.

 

I was satisfied.

 

‘Well, if we’re going to eat cookies anyway, ones that look good have better marketability too.’

 

Mine only look good though. It’s just a hobby anyway. So what.

 

We put the dough we completed with all sorts of brilliant ingredients into the oven.

 

From then on, it was waiting time.

 

‘Hmm, it suddenly got quiet.’

 

I looked at the profile of the man who was quietly staring at the lit oven.

 

This silence suddenly felt awkward.

 

Eventually, I picked up the tea set, poured tea, placed a cup each in front of him and me, and opened my mouth.

 

“Come to think of it, you won our bet.”

 

Shubel turned his head toward me. I felt some inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

 

“The bet about whether Father would stay for three months or half a year. It’s been three months since Father returned, so you won.”

 

“Shouldn’t we wait until next month to know for sure?”

 

“It’s fine. I’m not that desperate to beat you. I also, well, wish Father would stay longer.”

 

At my words, a faint smile appeared around his eyes.

 

I fidgeted with the ends of my hair for no reason and then swept it back.

 

“So what’s your wish?”

 

Curious to hear it, I leaned back against the backrest.

 

Shubel picked up his teacup and quietly took a sip. I wondered why he was taking so long to say something as I watched him, when Shubel finally opened his mouth.

 

“Next month, the last day. Would you have time?”

 

“The last day? That’s when-”

 

I tried to recall my schedule for that specific date, but strangely my mind felt foggy like it was covered in mist.

 

What do I have going on then?

 

I’m usually someone whose schedule is set six months in advance, so by next month I should have remembered things like merchant guild meetings.

 

But nothing came to mind.

 

“…No, I don’t think there’s anything scheduled.”

 

The trembling in my body that had stopped while talking with Shubel started again.

 

Strangely feeling short of breath, I couldn’t concentrate and my gaze wandered here and there.

 

The surrounding scenery sank murkily as if blurred by rainwater.

 

A dampness like moisture gathering with each breath.

 

“My lady.”

 

The fishy smell of water tickled my nose.

 

“My lady-”

 

It felt like I had grown gills.

 

Most people don’t pay attention to it, but on rainy days, achromatic colors overwhelmingly outnumber chromatic ones.

 

Especially at night, the entire world sinks into deep ash gray.

 

In such a world of low saturation, something exceptionally, exceptionally vivid…

 

“My lady!”

 

Thud! My wrist was grabbed.

 

“It’s okay.”

 

I looked at the man in front of me with a startled face, breathing heavily.

 

“It’s okay. Look at me.”

 

“…”

 

“Nothing is wrong. This is the Grand Duke’s Castle, and you are safe. Right now, cookies you made with your own hands are baking in the oven. Can’t you smell the sweet aroma?”

 

My clouded mind returned at his low, clear voice.

 

The world that had been blurred by rainwater regained its original saturation.

 

The beautiful violet in front of my eyes.

 

Perhaps because he had moved hastily, I could see that the teacup had fallen over and tea had soaked into the tablecloth.

 

My noticeably trembling left hand gradually found stability in his warmth.

 

“Oh, look at me losing my mind. Sorry. What were we talking about?”

 

As I rambled incoherently in my confusion, Shubel, who had been quietly meeting my gaze for a while, opened his mouth.

 

“I was asking the lady on a date as my wish.”

 

“What’s that supposed to be.”

 

His words made me laugh.

 

Only then did he slowly let go of my hand he had been holding.

 

“Well, anyway, next month, the last day… is that it? Do I just need to keep my schedule free?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Where are we going?”

 

Having completely regained my usual composure, I asked out of curiosity.

 

It was fascinating that when he had earned the right to ask anything of the owner of Seton, he was only asking to borrow a single day.

 

Ding-

 

Just then, the oven announced completion.

 

Shubel stood up from his seat and said.

 

“It’s a secret.”

 

I watched him stride toward the oven and stayed still for a moment, not understanding.

 

‘A secret?’

 

This isn’t some espionage operation, what kind of secret.

 

Absurd, I belatedly followed Shubel.

 

“You need to tell me something so I can prepare accordingly.”

 

“You just need to bring yourself, my lady.”

 

“That body is the problem. Isn’t there a dress code?”

 

“I’ll prepare everything, so it’s fine.”

 

What do you mean it’s fine? I’m not fine with it!

 

Shubel had no idea about the celebrity life of having every outfit analyzed—what the styling was and which designer’s clothes they were—and was spouting such carefree nonsense.

 

“You don’t even know my size.”

 

As I grumbled quietly, thinking he wouldn’t tell me no matter how much I pressed, our eyes met as he pulled a tray from the oven.

 

The corners of his mouth lifted. Shubel slowly opened his mouth.

 

“Well, based on my estimation from holding you in my arms…”

 

I immediately turned serious upon seeing the mischievous look in the man’s eyes.

 

“No, don’t say it. If you say it, you’re dead.”

 

What does he think he is? Just because he held me a few times doesn’t mean he knows my measurements.

 

As I irritably headed to the table, Shubel followed.

 

I handed over all the piping bags to that person with those supposedly amazing arms.

 

Sparkling magic powder, jewel-like jelly pieces. The slightly cooled cookies were adorned with gorgeous decorations.

 

Perhaps knowing he had touched my sore spot, Shubel obediently squeezed the cream.

 

I felt inexplicably spiteful watching the focused man.

 

‘Why does he have to be so unnecessarily handsome?’

 

If an ugly person had said such things, I would have given them a cold shower immediately and stormed out.

 

I pushed some of the finished cookies toward him.

 

“Eat them. You made them yourself, so you should at least taste them.”

 

Shubel turned his gaze to the suspicious cookies that could be either a reward or punishment. I sent him a look that said, ‘What are you doing? Aren’t you going to eat?’

 

Thinking it was indeed a punishment, Shubel obediently ate the fancy cookie.

 

“How is it?”

 

“It’s delicious.”

 

“…Are you serious?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I felt puzzled looking at him with his unchanged expression.

 

Had my skills improved? Tilting my head curiously, I tried one myself.

 

“Cough! Th-this is delicious?”

 

I was shocked to taste an extremely salty flavor from a cookie that smelled sweetly of butter. Does this man have no sense of taste?

 

“Yes.”

 

Shubel was still eating the cookie with no change in expression.

 

My earlier spite completely melted away seeing him eat what I had made so well.

 

In the end, I pushed the cookie tray forward and said.

 

“Eat more if you need to.”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

The eventful baking time came to an end like that.

 

Leaving behind the outcome of an incomprehensible wager.

 

However, there was one thing I failed to notice.

 

Thanks to someone diverting my attention elsewhere, I no longer felt that hollow chill from earlier.

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