Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 110

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Episode 110

「※We are searching for a person※
The protagonist of the Magic Tower event! Conqueror of the secret chamber! We seek the apprentice (prospective) of the great mage! Contact us now!」

The Magic Tower’s advertisement had blanketed the entire Capital. As a result, the Capital was thrown into chaos.
Just days ago, I’d nearly been caught, but thanks to the Sky Tower mages all coming down—presumably for a gathering—the Magic Tower had been in disarray, which let me slip away cleanly.
And now they were casting their net impossibly wide to find me.
The flyer was nothing but bait, yet even Mehren, who cared nothing for gossip, showed interest in it.
“Looks like you won the lottery.”
“What do you mean?”
“At this scale, your life has changed overnight. Whoever they turn out to be, the protagonist must be thrilled. But why hide?”
Because I didn’t want my life to change.
I wanted to be healthy, not the object of such excessive attention.
‘I must never let them discover who I am.’
I glared irritably at the front page of the Albrecht Times that Mehren held, then meekly lowered my gaze.
“You’re going out to play this afternoon, I hear.”
Breakfast time.
I nodded while eating another balanced, nutritious meal.
“The Twins are taking me to see an auction house.”
“With Sperom’s introduction, there shouldn’t be any problems. I’d like to join you, but…….”
“I know—you’re busy.”
Mehren smiled quietly. Her expression held many unspoken words.
“Really, it’s fine. Not just the Twins, but Harun and Fession are going too.”
“Well, whatever works.”
Mehren nodded.
“If there’s anything you want, feel free to buy it.”
“Oh, really?”
“Arelin’s spending won’t ruin us.”
I laughed along with her warm smile. After staring at each other and laughing for a while, my gaze drifted to an empty seat.
“By the way, where’s Dad?”
Mehren shrugged with an uncertain expression.
“He seemed busy. Something about searching for a Singularity…….”
“A Singularity?”
“Yes. He’s been summoned to the Imperial Palace now.”
“I see.”
Now that I thought about it, a few days ago I’d seen the Emperor’s chamberlain grab Father’s sleeve and beseech him desperately.
It was probably nothing. Father wasn’t a child, after all.

* * *

“The great beast sealed at Sharit Lake has vanished. We’ve confirmed that approximately ten additional Sealed Beasts have disappeared without a trace.”
“You’re saying the number will only increase if we count other territories and provinces?”
“If the great beast’s sealing array were malfunctioning, there would be irregularities in the Barrier Stones connected to the Imperial Palace, yet the palace’s wards show no disturbance?”
“The palace barrier breach on the first day of the Foundation Festival might well be connected to this.”
The Imperial Court had established a crisis response bureau for these extraordinary phenomena.
“How is it possible that only the beasts disappeared? No one ate them, so how does this even make sense?”
Duke Sperom’s brow furrowed.
The timing was perilous—with the festival and auctions in full swing, instability in security was fatal.
Emperor Edward gripped his head openly.
“I was wondering why such a heavyweight as a great mage suddenly appeared, but this was happening behind the scenes. Tsk, I thought it was because of that barrier incident at the palace last time.”
And then one more thing was added to the pile.
“Take a look at this too. We’ve received an official inquiry from the Magic Tower requesting investigation cooperation.”
“What sort of cooperation?”
“Apparently mages are disappearing. The details are unclear, but it’s happening in other kingdoms too. I hear one Magic Tower has even closed its doors.”
“For the time being, I’ll coordinate with the security forces to conduct patrols.”
At Duke Mubisk’s response, Emperor Edward’s expression finally eased.
Apart from the clamorous atmosphere of the conference room, one man who had been brought here sat quietly in his seat—Valere, saying nothing.
His impassive eyes skimmed the reports, yet what truly occupied Valere’s mind was nothing but Singularities.
‘What could it be?’
In the end, even after searching Halbern’s secret archive entirely, he’d found no information about Singularities. This meant it was data that Halbern itself had never observed.
And yet Valere was beginning to sense that ‘something was changing.’
‘Has there ever been an incident like this at this time before?’
No.
‘Have mages ever moved in such a manner?’
No.
Everything was unprecedented. Something he’d neither seen nor experienced before.
Ah, that phrasing is somewhat contradictory, isn’t it?
‘New, truly…….’
Valere rolled the novel sensation on his tongue and drew his lips upward into a lazy smile.
At some point, Valere had begun to dream. It was a side effect of his Special Ability.
Dreams of a past and future that never existed, arriving like forgotten memories he’d lost.
The fragmented memory always begins the same way: receiving the newborn Arelin from his sister.

“This child’s name is Arelin.”

As if that naming were a trigger, Valere always returned to that moment and proceeded down the same path to ruin.
Arelin dying, Mehren leaving, himself adrift and unraveling.
His younger self’s naive vow to save his pitiful sister had twisted over the years into saving his sister’s daughter instead.
That purpose was revelation and gospel alike, and like faith itself, it had no reason. Within the flood of memories, he always strove blindly to keep Arelin alive.
He had never succeeded.
Even with different choices, no matter how desperately he struggled, details would shift but the larger framework never changed.
Perhaps after repeating that farce countless times, learned helplessness and despair had etched themselves so deeply into his mind that he’d come to believe this future could never be altered—that it was a fate ordained by the divine.
‘Yet it has changed so completely.’
He didn’t know what had caused the distortion.
How much influence this ‘Singularity’ truly wielded.
Valere revisited the dream he’d repeated hundreds of thousands of times. What had changed wasn’t just the events.
Mehren had changed too.
The woman who’d existed as a ‘guardian’ right up until Arelin’s death suddenly began acting distinctly maternal.
Her threats—demanding he come, threatening death if he refused—became the driving force that moved him.
And as for Arelin…….
In truth, Valere knew almost nothing about his daughter.
She’d lived longer when they were apart, and whenever he saw her again, she was always dead.
Proper fatherhood was essentially something he was experiencing for the first time now. So he’d only just learned that his daughter possessed ‘such a Special Ability.’

[Your daughter’s fate is already sealed. Accept it.]

In the end, the Dragon’s words came back to him—the Dragon whose name he could no longer remember, whom he’d slain with his own hand.
Valere had been confined to the Northern Fortress partly to hunt down the Dragon’s subordinates, but half of it was to facilitate a bargain with the Dragon itself.
The highest and noblest living thing on earth. He’d thought that if anyone would know a way, they would.

[With your strength alone, you will change nothing. Mortal.]

The immortal race’s curse-like declaration, spoken from a being that refused conversation with humans, had prompted Valere to make an uncommon choice.
Opposing a Dragon really was madness.
But a Dragon Heart—if he consumed it, wouldn’t it be different?
It was the highest grade Elixir, after all.
The result had been failure, but it brought no shock.
The present reality was far better than any dream could ever be.
“Valere.”
At the sound of his name, the violet eyes that had been lost in thought refocused.
“What do you think?”
“Hard to say.”
Somehow only the two of them remained in the conference room.
With his gaze lowered, Valere looked utterly ennui and languid.
“Send Idikels.”
A suggestion that they probe the Magic Tower’s true intentions, whatever it might be harboring.
“He’s in the Southern Kingdom. Because of you.”
Emperor Edward scowled.
Unable to deploy a master of negotiation and statecraft at the right moment was simply maddening.
“Regent Rok’s eyes and ears are fixed upon you. It would be wise to exercise more caution.”
“Caution? Me? Or him?”
Emperor Edward shrugged.
“Have you no intention of reconciling with the Regent?”
Valere smiled. At the dazzling, brilliant smile, Emperor Edward reluctantly nodded.
‘Right, he doesn’t.’
A sigh escaped involuntarily from Emperor Edward as he tossed something.
An urgent message sent by Duke Idikels.
“Regent Rok has been hiding for days.”
Valere’s expression hardened.
“If he’s moving this quietly, there’s only one possible destination, isn’t there?”

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