The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 60

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 060

 

That afternoon.

 

I finished work early for once and approached the window.

 

It had become a new hobby of mine lately. Admiring the changed scenery of the Grand Duke’s Castle and the capital city from the terrace.

 

As soon as I opened the window for this purpose, something sparkling suddenly popped out.

 

“Master, I’m back! Give me food!”

 

It was Erban, who had left for Beatrice a week ago.

 

For reference, this is the 4th floor. Erban was currently hanging upside down from the window.

 

I spoke as calmly as possible.

 

“The window is not an entrance, Erban.”

 

“But a window is also a door, so shouldn’t it be okay to enter through it?”

 

“No.”

 

“Tch.”

 

Erban grumbled.

 

Without being swayed by this, I immediately issued an eviction order.

 

“Come in through the door properly and go to the dining room.”

 

“Since Master already opened it for me, can’t Master give me a reward? I finished my mission and didn’t get hurt either.”

 

He was pestering me as if bragging about something he should naturally do.

 

‘Are all men like this these days?’

 

As I was dumbfounded for a moment, Shubel, who entered the room late, discovered Erban.

 

He approached this way holding a pouch containing fancy and blingy cookies.

 

And then-

 

“Ah! Brother, you almost got hurt!”

 

He closed the open window just like that.

 

“The weather is cold.”

 

He wrapped a shawl around my shoulders.

 

I looked at the cookie pouch that had been stealing my attention and said.

 

“Could you give me that pouch? He’s asking for a reward, so I should give him one.”

 

“…”

 

“Shubel?”

 

But somehow Shubel looked displeased.

 

He had his usual smiling expression, but strangely… there was dissatisfaction burning in his eyes.

 

“Wasn’t that mine?”

 

“How can you say that after tasting it?”

 

“Because you made it, my lady.”

 

I paused for a moment, then quickly snatched the pouch out of embarrassment.

 

“Next time, I’ll give you something better made.”

 

And I threw it to Erban.

 

Erban received the cookie pouch and was delighted.

 

“Thank you, Master! I’ll eat it well!”

 

The poor soul who didn’t even know what was inside left.

 

A subtle silence flowed between Shubel and me.

 

When I first came to the Grand Duke’s Castle, this was the first time the person who told me to do as I pleased when I said I’d decorate my room as I wanted had claimed ownership of something.

 

But the fact that it was the tasteless cookies I made felt strange.

 

“So, what happened with the announcement from the Imperial Palace?”

 

I brought up work talk to try to break this awkward atmosphere.

 

Since the House of Angels incident had blown up so big, the Imperial Palace had also exceptionally stepped forward to announce the saint’s identity.

 

‘To be precise, since they’re in the middle of a succession fight, they’re probably trying to increase their achievements by even one.’

 

Was it the Crown Prince who stepped forward this time? He’s a character who doesn’t become emperor in the original, but I noted it down for now.

 

Well, it’s because Runein was framed for treason due to that Crown Prince’s suspicious death.

 

Right now, the Imperial family is too busy fighting each other bloody to care about the Northern Region, but in about 2 years, when the current Crown Prince dies suddenly and the 3rd Prince ascends to the throne, things will change.

 

The 3rd Prince, who is a warmonger, will definitely try to swallow the Northern Region.

 

‘It’s still too early to get involved with the Imperial family. I need to hurry with the Northern Region’s reconstruction first.’

 

I’d like to get involved in the succession fight and eliminate the 3rd Prince in advance, but the imperial succession fight is something that can destroy even intact families. For Runein, which isn’t intact, it would be too much.

 

“As you said, my lady, Shasha Lert has been designated as the saint with the swan mask.”

 

Shubel answered my question.

 

Since the Imperial family’s official messages are delivered to each family through messengers, Shubel, as the heir, had confirmed it first.

 

It seems the empire hasn’t fallen into ruin yet. That’s fortunate.

 

“And?”

 

“Elisia, that is, they say she’s claiming that you, my lady, are the real saint and that she’s been falsely accused.”

 

Of course she would. I smiled crookedly.

 

“Does she have evidence?”

 

“No. So it seems the Court isn’t accepting it either.”

 

Is that the end? Usually in situations like this, don’t they ask you to come as a witness?

 

The Finance Bureau that broke this case is on the Crown Prince’s side, and the Court is on the 3rd Prince’s side, so they’d try to interfere somehow.

 

It was a bit strange that surprisingly no summons came to me, but since the person who heard the message said so, I nodded and said.

 

“I understand. Let me know if there’s more to tell me.”

 

“Yes, my lady.”

 

After finishing his conversation with Elisia, Shubel left the Grand Duke’s Castle.

 

The messenger, who still hadn’t received an answer, followed anxiously.

 

“Young Master, I must tell you again that the Court wants the Duchess of Runein to attend as a witness.”

 

At this, Shubel, who had been walking while ignoring the messenger, stopped abruptly.

 

The messenger, who had difficulty keeping up with Shubel due to his long legs, thought he could finally catch his breath.

 

‘Gasp!’

 

But as soon as their eyes met, he instinctively knew he had gotten into trouble. His purple eyes glowed coldly as if he had touched a reverse scale.

 

“Does the Court summon people based only on a criminal’s words without evidence?”

 

“Pardon? No! This is just to examine the case closely, calling for reference-”

 

“I wonder if you could say those same words in front of a noble lady from a powerful family.”

 

It meant that if Elisia weren’t of commoner origin and Runein hadn’t declined, would you dare have this attitude?

 

‘Oh no! Was the Grand Duke’s son a devoted husband?’

 

Cold sweat poured down the messenger’s face.

 

An innate intimidating presence that looked down on others. Only then did he remember that the man before him was that ‘Runein.’

 

‘They say it’s called a duchy, but it’s practically no different from a principality.’

 

When confronting Runein, if you win, you’d be disrespecting the continental hero who ended the Thousand-Year War, but if you tuck your tail and retreat, the Imperial family’s authority would fall to the ground.

 

From the Imperial family’s perspective, whether they won or lost, only wounds would remain, so they generally respected Runein’s authority and didn’t touch them.

 

Only those like the 3rd Prince, who didn’t understand the meaning of history, would ignore this.

 

“Tell your master this. My lady cannot attend because she is ill.”

 

Shubel looked down at the trembling messenger and commanded coldly.

 

“Or shall I go instead? Is that what you want?”

 

If the Grand Duke’s son stood before the Court, it would be tantamount to Runein and the Imperial family being forever divided.

 

No matter how much Runein had declined, considering the value of that name, it would be an absolutely unacceptable bad move.

 

The messenger realized just how unreasonable this whole thing had been and immediately apologized.

 

“I apologize, Young Master. There seems to have been a mistake in the delivery process. The Court plans to conclude this case as soon as possible, so please forget about the witness matter. We hope my lady recovers safely.”

 

It meant let’s pretend this never happened, since if this matter reached the 3rd Prince’s ears, the Court would definitely be split and Runein would also be bothered by the displeased 3rd Prince’s interference.

 

“I’ll forget it once.”

 

“…”

 

“But there won’t be a second time. Keep that in mind.”

 

At Shubel’s expressionless words, the messenger bowed with all his heart.

 

“Thank you for your mercy.”

 

After the messenger left, Shubel stood there for a while, staring blankly at the scene before him.

 

The changed appearance of the Grand Duke’s Castle and the capital city.

 

He recalled Elisia’s words.

 

‘Lunein just needs to regain its former prestige. Then my illness can be cured too.’

 

If the Duchy had been as powerful a family as before from the beginning, no matter that Elisia was of commoner origin, the Court wouldn’t have come out with such a lax attitude.

 

“…My lady’s foresight is indeed three steps ahead as always.”

 

He loosely pulled at the cravat that had always been tightly constricting his neck. Cold fury began to burn from deep within his heart.

 

“To protect you, I needed not just force but also overwhelming power.”

 

The moment when someone who had no interest in the family’s revival changed his mind for the sake of just one person.

 

Shubel moved forward.

 

And in a corner of the garden he passed by, Erban was vomiting rainbow-colored bile.

 

“Master gave me poison, blegh!”

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