The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 62

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 062

 

For a moment, his words didn’t register in my head, so I stared at him blankly.

 

Shubel smiled slightly with his eyes and tilted his head.

 

“Don’t you like it?”

 

With those subtle words, heat slowly rose as if I had submerged my face up to the top of my head in a hot spring.

 

Without realizing it, I hesitated and stepped back.

 

He took one step toward me.

 

“Elisia-”

 

My legs gave out right then and there.

 

Stumbling. Shubel caught my waist with a surprised expression.

 

Sitting collapsed on the bed, I wildly swung whatever I could grab.

 

“Ah! Don’t do it! Really don’t do it! I’ll kill you! Ahhhhh!”

 

“Madam… If you make such a serious face, I’ll be hurt. Isn’t killing me going too far?”

 

Thwack thwack! As I hit him with a rabbit doll with floppy ears, Shubel spoke as if he was disappointed.

 

My earlobes were burning hot.

 

I threw the rabbit doll at him, then threw a pillow, then threw the blanket, and when I had nothing left to throw, I shouted.

 

“Why are you speaking informally!”

 

“Seeing that assassin, you seemed to like it when people act rudely.”

 

What kind of nonsense is that!

 

I left Erban alone because he’s the type who obviously wouldn’t listen even if I tried to correct him!

 

“I don’t like it!”

 

“Hmm, I see. I’ll keep that in mind.”

 

When I finally quieted down, exhausted from all my huffing and puffing, Shubel, who had been obediently taking whatever I threw at him, moved.

 

He placed the pillow and blanket he had caught back on the bed and lifted my weakened body to lay me down there. Giving me the rabbit doll to hold was a bonus.

 

He was truly experienced, having confined me as emperor multiple times.

 

When my sage time came belatedly and I turned to face away from him, unable to overcome my embarrassment, I heard his voice calling me from behind.

 

“But Madam.”

 

“Don’t say anything.”

 

“Yes.”

 

Shubel, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, playfully wound my hair around his finger. A low laugh settled by my ear.

 

“You seem to like insubordination. Your ears have turned red.”

 

“Ah! I told you not to!”

 

I grabbed the pillow and started round two.

 

He burst into laughter.

 

The next day.

 

‘What is he, a blush detector or something? Why does he keep commenting on other people’s blushing?’

 

Still annoyed, I worked while mentally chewing out Shubel.

 

People constantly came and went beside me, making reports.

 

“Bella, we keep getting inquiries about the Jenaide moon catchers. They’re even asking to purchase them separately. What should we do?”

 

“Politely decline.”

 

“Some reporter claims they left theirs at the villa-”

 

“There’s no need to respond to such things individually, so just ignore it.”

 

As other hot springs opened one by one, moon catchers showed signs of causing a major trend.

 

It was natural that the value of the first revealed Jenaide moon catchers would skyrocket.

 

The Grand Duke’s Castle, which had to have the Duchess serve as finance minister due to lacking one, had become a place where numerous experts busily came and went.

 

‘Even if I take on the role of general manager, the actual work should be handled by experts in each field. If I try to handle everything alone, it could all collapse when I’m absent.’

 

So I was gradually handing over the work I had been doing to designated personnel.

 

A place where one person has to be responsible for everything is a corner store, not an estate.

 

What a superior should do is support the workers from behind and cover for them with money and power when problems arise that they can’t solve.

 

I called the clerk who was compiling lists of those entering the capital city and the moon catcher manager and said.

 

“Let’s make moon catchers in various sizes.”

 

“Various sizes – are you thinking of accessories?”

 

“That’s right. First, to sustain the trend, they need to stay visible for a long time. And I heard a theater troupe came to the capital city.”

 

“They came from the west. Since the situation there isn’t good, I suspect they were pushed out by competition.”

 

“Whether they were pushed out or not, what matters is they chose the north. Tell them I want to put on a play. Tell them to write down however much they want for production costs and submit it.”

 

I signed a blank check and held it out.

 

“The content should be something like, lovers who promise love while exchanging moon catchers under the moon will surely be united? That should be enough.”

 

The two people withdrew.

 

I took a sip of tea and organized my thoughts.

 

‘It should be about time for someone to take the bait.’

 

Then, as if by magic, the butler appeared. He bowed and informed me.

 

“Hermain Countess has contacted us saying she wants to build a villa in the north.”

 

Bingo.

 

Hermain Countess.

 

Speaking of this young lady, she was my rival when I was in the capital – though I didn’t think of her that way.

 

‘She must have been bored, picking fights with me over every little thing.’

 

If high society was a kind of networking for business purposes for me, for her it was like a playground.

 

When I appeared in her playground and drew away all the attention, she got spiteful.

 

When I was in the capital’s high society, I was mainly surrounded by people from nouveau riche families – merchants, scholars, artists – while she was surrounded by those from established noble families.

 

‘Of course, it wasn’t always like that.’

 

I was a businesswoman and naturally knew many nobles too. It’s just that they weren’t my age group.

 

Anyway, that’s how people saw it, and naturally a structure formed where we seemed to represent each faction.

 

The capital’s journalists, who pursued sensational stories, also fueled this by comparing our outfits or debating the value of items we carried.

 

“I didn’t know she’d been taking it seriously all this time.”

 

I chuckled as I looked at the new article.

 

[Hermain Countess declares she will build the largest villa in the north. Will host the most magnificent party.]

 

[Melina Hermain: “I’m different from that pretentious woman. My villa will be a paradise on earth that anyone can visit.”]

 

It was a statement made with the exclusive Jenaide Villa in mind.

 

“Well, I’m grateful. She’s saying she’ll spend money and gather people on her own.”

 

The Hermain County Family has been a family that wielded influence in the capital’s high society for three generations.

 

The Count’s Grand Duchess, the Count’s wife, and the Hermain Countess. Three generations like this.

 

This was possible because high society wasn’t a place that operated solely on status.

 

Especially the Count’s Grand Duchess had been an imperial etiquette teacher for decades, and the Count’s wife was the 3rd Prince’s wet nurse.

 

The Hermain Countess was the 3rd Prince’s fiancée and future empress.

 

With such generational high society power, the Hermain County Family wielded almost unlimited power from around the time the 3rd Prince ascended to the throne in the original story.

 

‘Young ladies who debuted after receiving etiquette education from the Count’s Grand Duchess could be considered that year’s protagonists.’

 

It was a family with such high influence in high society… so wouldn’t Melina Hermain be furious when some commoner woman appeared and stirred up the playground where she should have been the center of attention?

 

Of course, my position on this remained consistent.

 

“Our Miss Melina is still as spirited as ever.”

 

Yeah, did you lease the entire high society? If it bothers you, you should have become more famous.

 

[Hermain Countess and the Count’s Grand Duchess heading to the duchy together. The Grand Duchess’s recuperation appears to be the primary goal. For the Hermain Countess, while the surface reason is accompanying the Grand Duchess, her exact motivation is unknown.]

 

I read what my informant sent and fell into thought for a moment.

 

‘If the Grand Duchess is coming too, I can’t not invite them to the Grand Duke’s Castle.’

 

Even if the other party declined, it was customary to extend an invitation at least once.

 

If they were coming secretly, that would be different. But when they’re spreading rumors everywhere like this, not extending an invitation would be disrespectful. For the duchy’s dignity, an invitation was unavoidable.

 

‘Is it because of the hot springs? They all seem to be coming for recuperation.’

 

Having no choice but to consult with my superior, my mother-in-law, about this matter, I headed to Bella.

 

“Dear child, we can’t postpone this any longer.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

Bella firmly grasped my hand as if she had been waiting for me.

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