The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 68

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 068

“Mmm.”

With a small murmur, Elisia’s brow furrowed slightly.

Soon her body trembled faintly as if feeling a chill.

“Cold…”

“…”

“Cold, rain, no, everyone’s leaving, don’t. Don’t go-“

“My lady.”

Small panting breaths as if having a nightmare. He held Elisia tightly in his arms.

So that his wife would no longer feel the cold that didn’t exist. As if to shield the moment when she, who had always been strong, became most vulnerable.

“It’s alright.”

“…”

“It’s alright, look at me.”

Shubel whispered endlessly.

So that his wife, trapped in some day from the past, could safely return to reality.

From some day when the season entered merciless summer, Elisia began having nightmares every night.

Even on days when it didn’t rain, she unconsciously rubbed her left wrist more often, and as ‘that day’ approached, she would wander even during the day.

As if sensing that the clear summer sky would soon be dyed a gloomy gray and heavy monsoons would begin.

Of course, Elisia wasn’t aware of any of this.

That’s why Shubel willingly exchanged his sleeplessness for her peace.

“Nothing will happen. This is the Grand Duke’s Castle, and you are safe.”

The hand that had been generously covering the back of Elisia’s head slowly moved downward.

As his hand slowly wound through her golden hair, it touched her white, pale nape.

That delicate, fragile thing that seemed like it would break if grasped once.

“Don’t leave me behind…”

Thump-

Without realizing it, Shubel’s hand, which had been staring intently at what was revealed through her hair, moved again.

Cold mana gathered at his fingertips, and with a faint rattling sound of chains, a thin chain necklace was placed around Elisia’s neck.

Click.

He fastened the end of the chain. At the center of the necklace hung that familiar crystal butterfly pendant.

Shubel murmured lowly.

“It’s alright.”

He cannot distinguish the colors of the summer sky.

Whether it’s clear, merciless, the beginning of long monsoons, or their arduous end, he cannot tell.

His world had always been gray.

There was only one way to distinguish it.

‘Looking at his wife.’

He skillfully soothed Elisia. His low, scratchy metallic voice continuously imprinted itself.

Shubel greedily held Elisia. Feeling heat so intense it was boiling, Elisia instinctively craved warmth and nestled into him.

Shubel’s lips curved with satisfaction.

This was the first desire this man had consciously acknowledged-

And the endless possessiveness of a monster.

“No one.”

The eyes of one who had reclaimed what he had lost glowed dangerously in the darkness.

“Will be able to take you away from me.”

Even if it were this world itself.

He bowed his head deeply. He reverently kissed the crystal butterfly that had once broken and returned.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I instinctively knew I was doomed from my splitting headache.

‘What did I do yesterday.’

I clearly remember going to Melina’s room to figure out her intentions and having a drinking contest.

After that, my memory went blank.

I realized that ‘waking up to see a familiar ceiling’ could actually be terrifying.

“Kai, what did I do yesterday?”

Having no choice but to summon my mental Bluetooth for situation assessment, I asked.

[Blackie grabbed human’s hair and shook it!]

“What?!”

[And what else was there. Ah! Blackie sat human down and said let me check your injuries while massaging stomach…]

Kaiseus answered excitedly and very cheerfully.

I nearly fainted right there.

[-tried to do that but fell asleep.]

Should I take comfort in the fact that I’m not human scum who sexually harassed my contract husband while drunk?

I covered my face with my hands.

“If I drink again, I’m a dog.”

As I was clutching my splitting head and reflecting on yesterday’s mistakes, something questionable entered my vision.

A bouquet of baby’s breath placed on the bedside table.

As I stared at it as if entranced, I belatedly noticed a glass.

Puzzled by the sight of steam rising from it, I picked it up and the golden liquid gave off a sweet honey scent.

“This is…”

[Blackie human brought it! He kept replacing it before it got cold!]

My heart suddenly clenched tight.

I bit my lip and looked around unnecessarily.

5 AM.

The man who was always asleep when I woke up was nowhere to be seen. Did he wake up early because he was concerned about this?

“Just leave it. Why bother with such things…”

I should just say thank you, but with him nowhere to be seen, strangely grumbling words came out.

I sat on the bed sipping the honey water, waiting for Shubel to return.

When he comes, I should apologize. I should just say I was upset about him being hurt, that I got angry for no reason.

I definitely intended to do that…

‘Why isn’t he coming?’

Shubel didn’t appear even past 8 o’clock.

I kept waiting, then thinking he might have gone to work first, I reluctantly got up.

Something cold clinked at my neck.

“A necklace?”

I saw a necklace similar in form to the character accessories I’d recently started popularizing.

I tried to recall if I had put on something like this yesterday, but gave up with my hangover-soaked brain.

I considered taking it off but left it on. I couldn’t explain why. I just, well, wanted to, I guess.

“Bella, the young master has sent a progress report regarding the train station route.”

I had been working for a while, having pushed aside thoughts about Shubel to one corner of my mind.

I paused since he always brought things personally but sent a representative instead.

“…Is that so? What is Shubel doing?”

“He went with Sir Erban to inspect an abandoned mine near the main route.”

“I see. Thank you for telling me.”

He must be busy with work.

Though it bothered me a little, I let it go. Well, that can happen when you’re working. I do that too.

After repeating this to myself and finishing my morning schedule, I had tea time with my in-laws in the afternoon-

“Shubel says he can’t come because he’s busy examining knight candidates for the 3rd Knight Order.”

This is when I started feeling something was strange.

“He seems to have no time to rest… Isn’t he overworking himself?”

“That guy needs to work hard. I thought he’d be a playboy for life, but meeting you made him come to his senses.”

“Yes, it’s all thanks to you, dear child.”

I had no choice but to return to my room without gaining anything.

I saw something neatly placed on the table.

“Medicine?”

It was the body-strengthening medicine that Shubel always brought me.

I couldn’t see his face, but I kept seeing traces of him lingering around – what should I even call this?

I muttered in disbelief.

“If he’s going to do this, why won’t he show himself?”

[Huh? That’s because Geumgeum told the human not to show his face.]

What? I was about to respond to Kaiseus when a memory suddenly flashed through my mind.

‘I’m so angry. Don’t show me that face. Just looking at it makes me feel… really awful. It’s like a thousand fires are burning inside me. …Am I angry?’

It was a scene of me grabbing Shubel by the collar and shaking him violently while warning him.

I must be crazy, really.

Once again thinking ‘I’m a dog when I drink, seriously,’ I ruffled my hair and sat down. Well, he’ll probably come back on his own when night falls.

‘Where would someone with anxiety disorder go anyway?’

Half convinced, half anxious, I waited for Shubel.

But maybe eating the medicine that someone had thoughtfully prepared for me was the problem. I inevitably fell asleep first again.

And the morning I opened my eyes.

“…”

I saw the spot next to me with only faint warmth remaining from someone who had come and gone.

I stared at it blankly and then asked Kaiseus.

“Kai, where’s Shubel?”

[He came quietly at night to sleep, then quietly left again!]

Maybe. That thought occurred to me.

Shubel didn’t wake up later than me – he probably just waited until I woke up.

So I wouldn’t feel the same way I’m feeling now.

They say you may not notice when someone arrives, but you always notice when they leave. I realized I had come to really hate empty beds.

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