Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 111

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Chapter 111

Silence fell.
His deepened purple eyes shimmered with a perilous gleam, as though he might entrance anyone in the next moment.
More captivating than his god-carved perfect features were that inscrutable expression and the glint in his eyes—impossible to read what he was thinking.
“Ha.”
Emperor Edward found himself thinking, once again, that no one was as difficult to handle as this man.
“Valere.”
“Yes, Edward?”
“I like you.”
“I don’t dislike Your Majesty either.”
Their gazes tangled in the empty air between them. Complex calculations passed back and forth, each concealing their true thoughts. Valere smiled.
“Then please do keep doing this for a long time, Your Majesty.”
……
“I’d rather not sit face to face with anyone else like this.”
“You’re the first to wish me longevity quite so creatively.”
“I mean it sincerely, Your Majesty.”
Emperor Edward exhaled heavily. His head throbbed.
“Valere, this city alone has five million people. The entire country has far more than that. So please stop entertaining such reckless thoughts.”
“Edward.”
“What.”
“Protecting those people is your duty.”
Valere smiled with benign grace.
“Don’t push your duty onto me.”
……
“My duty lies elsewhere. You know that.”
Emperor Edward’s eyes narrowed.
The Emperor thought that if this were the case, he’d much preferred having this man locked away in the Northern Fortress where he couldn’t be used at all.
“Do you really want to die?”
“If death could solve it, I’d be dead already.”
Their gazes clashed in the void between them. It was Emperor Edward who broke the deadlock first.
“Fine. Just don’t let me be the one to strike you down with my own hand.”
At this plaintive warning, Valere laughed low.
“Edward.”
“What.”
“You’re far too arrogant.”
“You’re far too headstrong.”
Emperor Edward glared at Valere with undisguised irritation. The fact that his face wore such a disarming smile only annoyed him more.
Since words would get him nowhere anyway, Emperor Edward decided to simply satisfy his curiosity instead.
“So what was that business about a wife you mentioned before? Did you marry? Or perhaps you had a romance back at the Northern Fortress?”
At this abrupt change of subject, Valere suddenly burst into laughter.
Unlike before, his expression was animated, and he gave his answer with genuine pleasure.
“When I returned, I found I had a wife I never had before.”
……?
Emperor Edward was plunged into deeper confusion.

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The highlight of the Festival.
A tour of the Auction House led by the Sperom twins proved endlessly entertaining.
The most coveted items were Dragon Byproducts, sought after equally by our nation’s nobility, foreign aristocrats, mages, and merchants alike.
“Everyone’s only talking about dragons.”
“It’s a Super Rare Item—something that appears once in a millennium, if at all.”
I felt a twinge of guilt at Noel’s words.
I still had Dragon Bones piled in one corner of my room…….
“Arelin, is there anything you’d like to buy?”
“There is something I’m interested in.”
What caught my eye were Health Items.
“Just tell me what you want! I’ll get it for you!”
“Can you even buy things? Isn’t there an age restriction for entering the Auction House?”
“You can use a proxy.”
……!
Goodness, a genius?
“Then I’ll take this and that and……!”
I rapidly scrolled through the catalog and flipped to the next page of my list so quickly that Ciel’s expression turned slightly weary.
“Arelin, are you planning to start a business?”
“Ha ha.”
You have to buy when you can.
This way, I could make quite a substantial profit. Low-point purchasing is the truth of investment.
“You two should also buy as much as you can now. Later, you’ll be singing my praises.”
“Hmm. Really?”
The twins looked conflicted as I showed them a few of the items I’d picked out.
While we three put our heads together talking money, Harun and Fession watched us with interest only in weapons, otherwise rather indifferent.
“Fession, isn’t this boring?”
“No, it’s interesting.”
“You look bored.”
“Watching Arelin is what’s interesting.”
……
Well, if he says so.
“What about you, Harun?”
……
Yes, as long as things are peaceful, you’re content.
I was starting to think I could interpret Harun’s silent language better now.
“Huh? What’s that?”
“A Random Draw?”
One corner of the Auction House had a broad display of items spread out.
“Relics without certificates or appraisals—they’re selling them as souvenirs.”
“Most are worthless or cursed items, bought just for fun. Though occasionally something good slips in among them.”
“Want to try your luck?”
We gathered around and rummaged through the chaotically mixed items. As the twins said, most appeared to be worthless.
But……
‘Why is this here?’
“Arelin?”
The twins questioned the object I’d picked up as though destiny itself had guided my hand. Their expressions asked why I’d chosen such a useless thing.
Did even the Golden Eyes not recognize this item’s value?
『In this place sleeps a demon.』
On the first page of the torn diary, a sentence scrawled in indecipherable script.
My eyes lit up.
“I’m buying this.”
“But it’s all torn up. Can you even write in it as a diary?”
He’d already picked out a crumbling Short Sword, and Fession narrowed his eyes with suspicion.
“It’s fine. That’s not what I’m buying it for anyway.”
It wasn’t something meant to be used that way in the first place. I quickly handed over the money and purchased it, feeling oddly satisfied.
‘I think I wrote two entire adventure episodes in the novel just to get this one item.’
Yet here I was, obtaining Laplace’s Diary so easily.
Was this possible because the timeline was different?
‘Of course, to use it properly, I’d need another item to pair it with…….’
Regardless, as I grinned with delight at this unexpected treasure, everyone else looked at me as though I’d lost my mind.
“You’re that happy?”
“Yes.”
Ciel pressed close to my side.
“Then do me one favor.”
“What could you possibly be asking for?”
I narrowed my eyes, and Ciel cautiously opened his mouth while testing my mood.
“You’re not going to perform again anyway, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Then give me the Sheet Music.”
Did this child have any conscience at all?
“I don’t have any Sheet Music.”
Ciel pouted his lips like a duck.
“Arelin, do you hate me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s so mean.”
Ciel began launching into a lengthy persuasion.
“It would be a sin to keep such incredible music all to yourself without sharing it with the world. If you’re not going to perform, shouldn’t you share the Sheet Music so people know about it? You should let everyone enjoy such a genius and beautiful composition!”
It felt as though a ghost who’d died yearning for art had latched onto him. Ciel’s passion for music was almost burdensome.
Even Noel joined in from the side.
‘It’s not even something I created.’
“Sigh. That’s just my fate.”
There was no help for it.
“Hooray!”
“Then promise me something.”
I reached three agreements with the twins.
First, don’t mention that I taught you. Second, attach the composer’s name properly when you publish it. Third, use all royalties for music scholarship funds.
“Bach? Where does this person live?”
In Germany.
“Can you bring him here?”
He’s already passed away.
“The father of music.”
“Huh? Isn’t Glem Duke the father of music?”
No, he’s not. In my world, Bach is the father and Handel is the mother.
There was a minor worldview clash along the way, but we resolved it well enough. Fortunately, I had some Sheet Music I’d written down out of boredom.
“I wish we could have seen the evening auction too.”
“Can’t help it with the age restriction.”
The twins lamented this.
“When we grow up, let’s all go together.”
At Fession’s suggestion, Harun and I nodded in agreement.
Just as we were leaving the Auction House after a successful outing.
Thump.
My heart suddenly lurched, and I stopped in my tracks.
“By the way, why is there an age restriction for entering the Auction House?”
“Yeah, why is there?”
The children’s voices grew distant. With so many people around, my vision blurred for a moment and the children’s figures vanished.
Thump-thump-thump.
The pain in my chest intensified.
‘I need help…….’
Where were my escort guards?
Someone, please…….
The overwhelming pain clouded my consciousness.
“……Ugh.”
As my heart clenched with a sharp, piercing ache, my knees buckled.
“Careful.”
A large, pale hand caught my waist.
Having narrowly avoided crashing my head against the floor, I looked up with relief.
“Thank…… you?”
I instinctively offered thanks before my eyes widened involuntarily.
A sharp intake of breath.
Why was a mage appearing here?

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