The World Mistakes Me for Terminally Ill - Chapter 77

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The World Thinks I’m Terminally Ill Episode 077

“…That child was rotten from birth. She doesn’t know how to respect her elders, she’s disgustingly cunning, and she thinks only she is special-“

“Duchess.”

Bella coldly cut off the Countess’s words.

“It seems you think I’m showing you respect right now.”

The Duchess’s neck veins bulged.

“Your Grace is being deceived! If you knew how cunning and wicked that girl is…!”

“Cunning….”

The Duchess muttered lowly.

“If that child was truly cunning, she wouldn’t have endured such treatment from you alone in silence, but would have come to me instead.”

“I was only providing proper education-“

“Do you know! That young child, because she said she wanted to receive etiquette education, got caught by a senseless person like you and collapsed again! I told you she was physically weak!”

To summarize the Duchess’s life: she was born as a noble daughter of a ducal family, married the Grand Duke, bore a son who was the heir, and spent her entire life supporting her husband and son.

At the Duchess’s shouting – who outwardly seemed to be the very embodiment of the womanly ideal the Countess pursued and a model of a virtuous noble lady – the Countess turned pale and froze.

Bella took a short breath to cool her head, then spoke coldly.

“I will absolutely not overlook this incident, Duchess.”

“…You cannot do this to me, Your Grace. I am Count Herman’s mother and an imperial etiquette instructor. No matter how much of a Duchess you are, according to social propriety, you should show proper respect to the older generation-“

“One must be worthy of respect to receive it.”

Bella sneered.

“What is a mere Count Herman supposed to be.”

“…!”

“You must be very proud of clinging to the imperial etiquette instructor position until that age when you should have retired long ago.”

It was an elegant criticism that she was senile yet stubbornly clinging on, causing trouble for those around her.

If Elisia had heard it, she would have admired it, thinking ‘I should learn rhetoric from our mother.’

At the direct insult, heat rushed to the Countess’s face.

“Duchess! I will definitely make you pay for this insult-“

“Why? Do you have somewhere to go complain? At your age.”

The Countess’s body trembled.

“I’m curious.”

“….”

“Whether the imperial family will personally warn me after hearing the words of a Countess Dowager, not even a Countess.”

Or-

Bella rose from her seat.

“Whether they’ll take my words to heart about being very concerned if the Duchess is suitable as a teacher for the imperial children.”

“…!”

“My daughter-in-law is too precious a jewel to be cut by the hands of a false craftsman. I’ll find the child a new teacher, so please leave now. I’m busy, escort the guests out.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

At the cold dismissal, the Duchess’s maids moved.

In the end, the Countess’s party had to leave the Grand Duke’s castle as if being chased out.

After Elisia’s fourth coughing up of blood, a storm swept through the entire Northern Region.

The Grand Duke and Duchess were furious, and the Crown Prince wouldn’t leave his wife’s side at all.

A new wind also blew through the capital city, which could be called the capital of the North, and the first of these changes.

“At that time, our young lady said: ‘I’m here, so don’t worry about anything. I’ll protect you. I have to worry about the employees I need to feed too.’ Then she pressed a check into my hands and faced that evil Duchess alone!”

“So, so what happened then, Madam?!”

Tiara Boutique, having received proper promotional effects, experienced tremendous prosperity.

The Madam, true to her nature, made it her mission to go around telling stories of Elisia’s exploits(?).

In this process, she was living fulfilling days, making good money, doing well in business, and showing off her eloquence as Elisia’s fervent follower.

Normally, taking money and talking about a customer’s affairs would be condemned, but the situation changed when the Countess was dismissed from her imperial etiquette instructor position.

The public, who enjoyed the downfall of the successful more than anyone, showed interest.

[What We Want to Know: The Two Faces of Countess Herman]

Countess Herman claimed that Elisia was entirely a bad girl, but the young ladies who had suffered under her actually came forward to defend Elisia.

‘She told me I wasn’t qualified as a lady. She must have tormented the Duchess of Runein the same way.’

As the truth about the Countess, hidden out of fear of retaliation, was exposed one after another, the situation reversed.

She was hit by the backlash and completely fell from grace.

“No! Why won’t you listen to me! It’s not me, it’s all that Elisia girl…!”

“Ugh, what’s with that old lady. She’s scary. Let’s get away from her.”

“This is why people should retire quietly before going senile when they get old.”

Now in high society, Countess Herman was no longer an object of admiration. She was just a crazy old woman spouting nonsense.

Her close faction also scattered, and instead, to survive, they sold out the Countess and spread malicious gossip about her.

Second.

“Why do I have to go to the capital?”

“Vivian, dear.”

“The Crown Prince is here. I’m not going. Dad, please talk to the Crown Prince for me. Please?”

Vivian was to leave the Northern Region under the pretext of studying in the capital.

This was because, during her time as part of the fallen Countess’s close faction, her rather free-spirited tongue had made many enemies in the North, so she needed to lay low.

The eldest son was in the capital anyway. Count Elliot, facing all sorts of troublesome matters as his family name was erased from the registry, tearfully sent his beloved but high-maintenance youngest daughter to the capital.

Whether Vivian could adapt well to the capital’s high society, which was much colder than the North, without any foundation or backing… was anyone’s guess.

Finally, the third change.

“Damn it, you said it was acting, you complete liar.”

Though Countess Herman had fallen, Melina, the Count’s daughter, was still staying at the Grand Duke’s castle as a guest.

This was because Elisia had entrusted Melina with a letter to deliver to Shubel, and when Elisia collapsed at the boutique, Melina suddenly appeared from among the passersby wearing a strange hood and sunglasses, shouting for everyone to move aside.

The Grand Duke and his wife judged that the two had a friendship and allowed Melina to stay at the castle.

“You already anticipated all this, didn’t you? That’s why you gave me that letter.”

She looked down at the sleeping Elisia with a mischievous expression.

Without realizing it, she brought her hand toward Elisia’s lips, then clenched it tightly.

“Scary girl. You’ve been uselessly diligent your whole life. You sleep for a long time too.”

She bit her lip.

“…Wake up, will you.”

And in all this situation, I-

“At this point, I might get attached to it.”

The moment I opened my eyes, I was standing in the pure white flower garden again.

Having experienced waking up in the White Forest after coughing up blood several times now, I suppose I was becoming indifferent to it.

Clicking my tongue at the familiar routine, I moved with the thought that I should quickly check the original work’s side story and get out of here.

‘This is the teacher who will be instructing you from today. You shall address her as Duchess.’

But when I encountered the familiar face and voice again, I snapped to attention.

Unlike reality, Elisia, who entered the Grand Duke’s castle directly, immediately began receiving etiquette education.

I hardened my expression watching the Elisia in the fantasy gritting her teeth at Countess Herman’s harsh lessons.

“…Even though I acted differently, the same person still interferes with my life?”

Only the minute processes and results were different, but ultimately reality was flowing similarly to the original work.

Both my uncle and the Countess. Like a predetermined script, the same characters appeared to cause trouble.

‘Can that be called a changed future?’

A chilling sense of crisis came over me.

If this was the causality determined by the world. In other words, fate…

Didn’t it mean that ultimately, I couldn’t change the ending where everything heads toward destruction?

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