The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 66

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 066

“Thank you for giving me advance notice, Lord Luke. Since she came with the justification of being a guide lady, we have no choice but to accept her as a guest.”

“…What if I refuse to escort her, using my schedule as an excuse?”

Even if he didn’t understand that this was the Duchess’s political prisoner situation, Luke seemed to feel psychological resistance and spoke hesitantly.

I shook my head.

“Since she came as a guest, we must treat her as one. Runein is the master of the north, and the Count’s daughter is a member of a vassal family.”

“But if that happens—”

“The young lady will gain the halo of receiving protection from the Gray Wolf Knights’ commander. At least within the Grand Duke’s castle.”

I spoke coldly.

“Regardless of what the actual relationship between you and the young lady is, officially being at odds would damage your reputation. So even if you don’t like it, you should escort her.”

What the public sees is not the rotten inner circumstances, but the glamorous exterior.

The opponent was a lady, and Luke was a knight who had to uphold chivalry.

Age, gender, blood relations, the titles of lady and knight. Everything was stacked against Luke. This was an inescapable trap.

The knight commander gritted his teeth.

“I don’t care what happens to my reputation.”

“Your reputation is Runein’s reputation.”

I set down my teacup.

Clink.

For the first time, his eyes, which had been contemplating my words, wavered.

‘Why did Luke bring this to me first, of all people?’

When I faced his sudden visit and request, I first addressed this question. Because that’s the basics of understanding your negotiating partner.

It could be seen as because the Count’s daughter was a young lady and I handled various affairs of the Grand Duke’s castle, but I grasped the opponent’s psychology with the insight I had developed from meeting various people.

Lord Luke needed someone to tell him ‘I don’t care about your reputation, just kick the young lady out immediately.’

Because he instinctively knew that the Grand Duke couple, who had watched him for a long time, wouldn’t do that.

It could be seen that he came to me because I could relatively coldly calculate gains and losses.

‘But, Lord.’

Do you know this?

‘You are the most important witness who will stay with Runein until the very end, until it disappears from history.’

What shines silently deserves respect. Because it has a value that cannot be calculated with any amount of money.

Then what I, who calculates ‘gains and losses,’ had to do was decided.

I looked at him and smiled brightly.

“Runein’s first sword, Lord Luke Elliot. From now on, I will give you a very unreasonable order. Put aside your personal feelings and escort Lady Vivian Elliot. For Runein. Very courteously.”

And I playfully added to the knight commander who was worried that his younger sibling, with whom he had a bad relationship and a large age gap, might cause trouble for Runein by using his name.

“I’ll handle it myself, so don’t worry. You don’t distrust me, do you?”

I’m Elisia, after all?

When I spoke deliberately cheekily, Luke’s trembling eyes calmed down peacefully.

He answered in a somewhat hoarse voice.

“Yes, I will obey your command.”

That afternoon, a splendid carriage stopped in front of the Grand Duke’s castle.

Clatter.

The door opened and a silver-haired girl who sparkled in the sunlight stepped out.

“Wow, so this is Runein?”

Giggle. An innocent laugh like a child’s.

Whether she was welcomed or not, she looked around without caring about the surrounding atmosphere, then discovered someone standing beside the carriage with an expressionless face and exclaimed “Ah!”

“Little brother! That’s right. Dad always called you ‘that ungrateful bastard!'”

“Lady Elliot, I will escort you. Please come this way.”

“Hey, why are you being so stiff, brother? I’m your one and only little sister whom you haven’t seen in a long time. Right? You should smile sweetly and ask ‘Is there anywhere you’re uncomfortable? What can I do for you?'”

“…”

Even though Luke didn’t answer and just silently escorted her, she didn’t care and chattered away by herself.

Soon the butler came out to greet the new guest.

“Welcome, Lady Vivian Elliot. I am Bikal, the castle’s head butler. We have prepared accommodations for you on the second floor. I will guide you.”

“Hmm, I was told I could help the young madam here. Can’t I meet the madam?”

But when Vivian suddenly said that, both Bikal and Luke hesitated.

“Bella is quite busy, so it’s impossible to greet her separately.”

“She said not to worry and to rest comfortably, so please don’t be concerned.”

“I see. That’s a shame.”

Vivian said.

“I wanted to be of help as soon as possible.”

She was smiling innocently. As if she had no malice whatsoever. With a very pure face.

At that moment, I, who didn’t have enough time to leisurely meet someone who wasn’t even a formal invited guest but came as a guide lady, was buried in work.

“Madam, it hurts.”

I correct that. I couldn’t work. Because of this person.

I glared at Shubel, who was whining with a face that didn’t look hurt at all.

“Where on earth do you keep getting injured like this?”

The training ground where I had rushed out in surprise, stopping my work when I heard that Shubel was seriously injured.

Fortunately, it wasn’t as serious as the servant had made a fuss about, just a small cut.

The problem was that the cut was on his abdomen.

I tightly wrapped bandages around the waist of this troublesome husband who kept getting injured somewhere whenever I worked a bit longer.

Shubel, who whined again, said.

“I was sparring with the knights…”

At his words, the knights collectively looked aggrieved. When Shubel glanced back, they suddenly became solemn.

“We’re sorry, Bella.”

“Sparring should be done without personal feelings, fairly, after all.”

There seemed to be some barb in their words, but it must be my imagination.

“He definitely got cut on purpose, squawk!”

Erban, who was hiding in the tree shadows watching this, muttered quietly and was dragged away by invisible mana.

I didn’t notice because I was busy scolding Shubel.

“Be more careful. Why are you so clumsy? Next you’ll say you got stabbed by a tree branch while walking.”

“Should I try that?”

Annoyed by his cheeky response, I got up saying to handle it himself, but the injured person followed me without showing any pain.

“Madam, are you angry?”

“Why would I be angry? If you get hurt, it’s your loss.”

“You are angry.”

“I said I’m not.”

“Then were you worried?”

I stopped abruptly in my tracks.

I turned around sharply and shouted. The emotions I had been trying to suppress became intense and my vision became slightly blurred.

“Yes, I was worried! So what! Is that not allowed? Why do you keep getting injured everywhere? It’s so annoying, really.”

Then the smile completely disappeared from the man’s face, which had been faintly tinged with amusement.

Confusion appeared in Shubel’s previously relaxed eyes, and he reached out his hand.

“Madam, are you crying right now—”

I immediately turned my back. Shubel called after me and followed.

“Madam, I was wrong. Madam. Madam, I’ll explain everything, so please look at me—”

“Don’t follow me!”

That’s how we had our second marital fight.

Sigh… Life, why doesn’t it go as I want?

“Am I hot-tempered?”

That evening.

I clutched my head, feeling strangely like I couldn’t control my emotions whenever I was in front of Shubel.

Honestly, if it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have personally wrapped bandages but would have sent them to see a doctor.

If he were someone I was close to, I would have called him capable.

…Instead of getting angry and tearful at seeing his injured wounds.

I never knew I could get this heated up over the fact that someone was hurt.

“You’re just realizing that now?”

Melina, who was passing by, snorted and said.

Then she suddenly whipped around to look this way—

“But why are you in my room causing a ruckus?!”

She shouted with a flushed face.

I twirled the ends of my hair round and round.

“No matter how shameless I am, I can’t go to my in-laws after fighting with my husband.”

“Then go to one of the spare rooms!”

“That’s a bit…”

When I muttered that it would hurt my pride, Melina glared at me as if she wanted to kill me.

It was very regrettable that the Herman grandmother and granddaughter pair both seemed to want me dead.

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