Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 107

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Episode 107

Noel swallowed hard.
“Are you going to scold me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Arelin smiled prettily.
“Brothers fight sometimes. You weren’t even fighting over anything serious—why would I scold you for that?”
A pleasant breeze brushed past them both.
Flower petals drifting through the air.
The sound of people chattering all around.
The festive warmth of the festival.
“But you two should make up. You were so close before. Doesn’t it bother you, seeing how much you love Ciel but keeping this up?”
Noel fidgeted with his fingers.
The air surrounding Arelin felt somehow different from everything else. It seemed so fragile that the slightest misstep might scatter it into nothing, and so Noel found himself holding his breath.
“Arelin, you’re so mature sometimes.”
“Well, I’m older than you two.”
“Ha ha.”
“That’s a laugh of mockery.”
Arelin pouted. Even that expression was endearing.
“I don’t want to fight with Fession.”
“What?”
Noel found himself liking Arelin even more, and it troubled him.
He already liked her—what was he supposed to do if he liked her even more?
“Why are you suddenly fighting with Fession?”
“That’s… something I wouldn’t understand.”
Arelin’s brow furrowed.
Arelin’s Danger Level still shattered in that strange way, making it impossible to discern its meaning—it remained a riddle to him, though…
He no longer felt curious about it or troubled by what that anomaly might mean.
Arelin brushed off her clothes and stood up.
“Anyway! I’ll go get Ciel. You two need to make up properly, all right?”
“Yeah.”
He watched her receding back with longing, unable to look away.
Then Ciel, who had apparently finished speaking with Arelin as well, walked over.
“Noel.”
“Ciel.”
Words like “sorry” or “I was wrong” were unnecessary.
The moment Noel and Ciel saw each other’s faces and their eyes met, they both knew exactly what the other was thinking.
Reconciliation—it wasn’t so difficult after all.
It was Ciel who spoke first.
Just before leaving to buy skewers, Arelin had come up to Ciel and spoken only one sentence.

“Do you want to make up with Noel?”

She’d playfully extended her hand to Ciel, who had frozen up at those words that struck so close to home.

“I’ll help you.”

An opportunity thus obtained.
Because they were two who could always understand each other’s thoughts just by looking into each other’s eyes, Ciel had felt such things were awkward and unnecessary—but now that it had come to this, it felt different.
Speaking one’s feelings and thoughts aloud with clarity—it was more nerve-wracking than he’d expected.
“Noel. It’s just… every time Arelin plays, the surroundings light up so beautifully, and my golden eyes kept seeing numbers I’d never witnessed before. It was so astounding and magnificent that I think I started acting unlike myself.”
This isn’t something I should keep to myself.
Ciel felt as if he’d been bewitched by some spell.
“No, Ciel. The thing is, I love Arelin’s music too, but every time she plays, my own Danger Level shoots up to numbers I’ve never seen before. I got scared.”
Noel spoke his own thoughts carefully and steadily.
“Really?”
Ciel’s eyes went wide.
Both of them suddenly grew serious. As if they’d never fought at all, they snapped back to normal and tilted their heads in confusion.
“The value increased and the Danger Level rose too?”
“Why would that happen?”
“Then she can’t perform. If Arelin gets hurt, that’s not acceptable.”
The two reached agreement in a dramatic sweep.
“But Ciel, did Arelin figure out who I am?”
“Me too? She did. Fession thought I was Noel the whole time, though.”
Noel and Ciel’s gazes locked.
They were thinking exactly the same thing.
“What about Arelin?”
“She went over there earlier.”
“With Harun?”
“Yeah. And Fession.”
“Let’s hurry after them.”
This wasn’t the time for the two of them to be alone.

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“Do you think the twins are actually making up?”
Fession, Harun, and I had left the twins to reconcile on their own and moved to the nearby Cafeteria, each holding the drinks we’d ordered.
“Since we left them alone, they should be working it out fine.”
Though we were separated, each of the five of us had guards posted nearby, so there was no concern.
Fession, who was sucking on his Blue Lemonade through a straw, looked at me.
“But why did the twins fight in the first place?”
“A difference of opinion regarding artistic perspective?”
“?”
Now that I thought about it, Sperom was unusually fond of the arts.
I’d heard through the twins that the Grand Duke Sperom had sent word asking to sell the Grandelier series, but Dad had ignored it. Poor Grand Duke Sperom…
‘If he asks one more time, Dad said he’d burn them right in front of him. Dad really does have a terrible personality.’
I crunched on ice and downwardly revised my assessment of my father once again.
“This tastes good. Try some.”
“It’s delicious.”
I’d heard that the universe was progressing toward a final point of convergence.
The claim was that technology and civilization, once developed beyond a certain level, converge to become indistinguishable from one another, and this world seemed to me to be exactly that.
Though it was Magecraft Engineering rather than science, the level of civilization here was barely different from the modern world I’d known.
The Capital City, even if it wasn’t a forest of buildings, was filled with structures of varied design created through Magecraft Engineering that harmonized perfectly, offering sights worth seeing no matter where you looked.
Being here like this really did feel like I was traveling somewhere.
“Shouldn’t food at least taste different?”
If we’d had no cocoa powder or coffee, I would have claimed it early and tried to extract some sweetness.
The easiest items to benefit from had all already been discovered, and they’d been common in the capital region for ages now.
‘Still, I could manage something if I really tried.’
I was in the middle of comparing what was similar to and different from my previous life’s modern world when something caught my eye.
“Huh?”
A familiar shade of pink hair captured my attention.
‘It’s Chloe.’
Why is the heroine here…?
“Arelin? What’s wrong?”
Fession, whose eyes had met mine reflexively, closed his eyes prettily and smiled, and I found myself swallowing dryly without thinking.
“It’s nothing…”
“Why? You were looking at something.”
“That’s!”
In fact, I’d already known about Chloe’s arrival, and I’d known we could run into her at any time. My excessive tension was purely my own problem.
Even knowing that Chloe and Fession meeting was a fixed fate I couldn’t prevent, my hands grew restless.
Fession’s expression, which had been turned toward the window, shifted subtly.
Had he seen her? Chloe?
“Arelin.”
“Y-yes?”
Fession grinned and pointed at something.
“Let’s do that too.”
“What?”

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How did things end up like this?
Standing in the open Mage Tower 1st Floor Lobby, I fell into deep thought. Harun wore the same troubled expression as me.
Only Fession looked excited.
[Come one, come all! The Magic Tower’s grand event for Foundation Day!]
[Who among you might possess talent? Nobody knows! Just by participating, you’ll receive a complimentary gift!]
A sheet of paper with a mouth fluttered through the Magic Tower’s air, babbling away incessantly.
“The Mage’s Door?”
“If you have the talent of a mage, you can reach the final chamber.”
Fession sparkled with excitement as he spoke.
I wanted to counter that if we had such talent, we would have known about it long ago.
But the kid looked far too delighted.
“……”
Harun seemed to share my thoughts, intently studying a Basic Grimoire sold on the first floor of the Magic Tower…
《You Too Can Be a Grand Mage!》
Scammers were everywhere.
“Should we be having fun like this without the twins?”
“I already told them to bring the twins along!”
“How thorough of you.”
Fession smiled brightly.
“I heard if you find the secret chamber, you can even become a Grand Mage’s disciple.”
The Magic Tower was really going all out to cash in. I trembled at the thought of such commercial savvy.
“It’s our turn.”
Fession, glowing with excitement, pulled me by the hand.
Fine, if the kid is this thrilled about it.
Let me just go along with it.
“You enter one at a time.”
The guide, a mage, explained in a weary voice.
For some reason I didn’t understand, I stepped through the door and suddenly found myself alone.
And before me, three doors floated into view.
‘Ah, so that’s why it’s called the Mage’s Door.’
But…
I tilted my head as I looked at the doors.
“What is this?”

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