Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 116

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Chapter 116

Mehren didn’t despair at the article. He remained calm and composed, drafting the lawsuit document first.
‘So the day has finally come.’
Ever since Valere had started calling him “dear” without regard for the setting, Mehren had been slowly bracing himself. It wasn’t without its sting, but…….
At least he wasn’t panicked enough to forget what needed to be done.
In situations like this, speed and proper response were what mattered most.
‘I won’t forgive him.’
With the resolve to extract proper compensation no matter what, Mehren filed the lawsuit document.
Thanks to Mehren’s carefully cultivated network and the power of Halbern, the court processed it swiftly and decisively.
The next day, when Valere saw the lawsuit document that the court had sent and now sat on his desk, he laughed for a long time.
“Ahahaha.”
“You like that? You like it?”
Mehren clenched his fists as he watched Valere laugh as though the world were ending.
“Ah, I’m losing it. Really…….”
Valere, who had been laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, wiped the corners of his eyes and whined.
“Dear, you’re too much. Are we really that cold to each other?”
“Cold doesn’t begin to cover it. We’re distant. Very distant.”
“Oh, come on.”
“Don’t ‘oh come on’ me. I certainly never called you ‘dear.’ I told you not to call me that, didn’t I?”
“Pfft—.”
There Valere went, bursting into laughter again. While Mehren genuinely contemplated, ‘Should I kill this bastard or let him live?’
Valere handed the lawsuit document back to Mehren.
“Do as you like. Damages? I’ll put as much as you want in your hands.”
“…….”
“Besides, half my fortune is yours anyway, isn’t it?”
No, this bastard.
Mehren grabbed his fountain pen and lunged; Valere dodged it all while laughing with delight.
The servants and staff of Halbern Manor, who had witnessed this sorry spectacle, said…….
“They’re having another couple’s quarrel.”
“They really do get along well.”
“A couple’s spat is like cutting water with a knife.”
They nodded as if such commotion was now routine.
All of Halbern Manor had become complicit.
“We’re not a couple!”
Mehren fumed with barely contained fury.
“That damnable bastard…….”
Then, Mehren’s sole ally.
Arelin patted his back with her small, fern-like hands.
“Mom.”
“Arelin!”
“If you ask me, Dad gets more excited because Mehren reacts so well.”
“So…….”
“But I think he’d call you ‘dear’ even if you ignored him.”
“…….”
The answer was already decided, and you can’t escape it!
Valere would do as he pleased anyway.
Mehren gritted his teeth hard.
“Maybe assassination really is the only answer.”
But the other party was Valere.
A man who was second to none in martial prowess.
In the end, only Mehren’s stress burst.
“Argh!”
Mehren took out that stress on the newspaper company and its journalists.
The newspaper company’s editor and the reporters, who had rejoiced at boosting their circulation with the Halbern scandal, soon found themselves forced to pay out astronomical sums in compensation.
With this massive lawsuit news spreading, the rumors circulating in the streets vanished entirely.
Though a few foolish people occasionally gossiped about the two, they fell completely silent the moment a lawsuit arrived.
Mehren defended his honor with hundreds of lawsuit documents.

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The unprecedented legal battle between the Grand Duke of Halbern and his agent was fizzling out due to the Grand Duke’s indifference and the agent’s loss of motivation.
Rumor had it that Duke Sperom had offered to help Mehren partway through.
But after spouting the century’s greatest nonsense—’Was he avoiding my romantic advances all this time because he was on such intimate terms with Valere?!’—Mehren filed a lawsuit against Duke Sperom as well.
Really, what could you even call this.
“It’s a complete mess.”
The situation had become one where only the onlookers were having fun.
Even as Mehren struggled valiantly, Father seemed unbothered.
In fact.
“The sticker fell off.”
This man seemed fixated on something else entirely.
“Put it on for me, dear daughter.”
“Again?”
Ever since I’d first put a sticker on him, Father came trotting over whenever its adhesive wore out, eagerly offering his cheek.
I had no idea the impact of this sticker would be so huge. In just a few days, a new trend was sweeping through Capital society thanks to Father.
“Can’t you just go around without putting one on anymore?”
Father gave me a pitifully drooping look. Ugh.
“Where are the stickers that fell off?”
“I’ve been saving them.”
“You didn’t throw them away? Why?”
Father closed his eyes without answering, satisfied.
Why on earth would he collect those……?
Reluctantly, I attached the “Keep Trying!” sticker to his cheek, and Father laughed happily.
But other people were wearing pretty decorative stickers as they went about—why did Father insist on this one?
“Wouldn’t you prefer something else?”
“I like this one.”
The Childcare Unit, who had joined in on this sudden sticker craze and were plastering their faces with them, weren’t the only ones—even the servants at the manor had something stuck to their cheeks.
The layer that unexpectedly took to the trend most strongly was the Albremin Class, the wealthy commoner tier, and according to what I heard, it was spreading into an even bigger craze because of the advantage of being able to decorate lavishly for cheap.
Those who couldn’t get stickers were drawing pictures on their cheeks instead, so Face Painting had become a trend alongside it…….
“Arelin, you’re terrible!”
As a result, the Demon Twins, who came to visit me, heaped scathing blame on me.
“Why didn’t you tell us about such a good business opportunity first?!”
“You’re terrible, Arelin! We could’ve done it! And now Dad stole it from us!”
I didn’t expect such a thing to become a trend either, honestly.
“Ugh, my stomach hurts. We could’ve been one step ahead!”
“Dad stole it from us!”
What seemed like it would only circulate briefly in the Capital was now spreading to commoners, and apparently the signs were showing that it would become a trend in other cities too.
How come……?
I tried to understand, but I couldn’t. My tastes and those of people in this world are simply incompatible.
“We need to start a business.”
“Exactly.”
The Demon Twins asked about my health for exactly ten minutes, and as soon as they confirmed I was fine, they immediately started whining.
Dragon byproducts are smashing record after record at the Domel Auction.
I learned unwelcome news that the Demon Twins, who had bought dragon byproducts from me, were planning a new business venture using the wish token they’d received from Duke Sperom.
“So you have to help us, Arelin.”
“Help with what?”
“We’re starting a business!”
“Help with what, though?”
Help with what, indeed!
Despite my repeated questions, the Demon Twins only insisted that I absolutely had to help.
It was Fession who got rid of these troublesome twins.
Fession brought a birdcage-shaped music box that the Magic Tower had recently released as a get-well gift and firmly drove the twins out.
“You two, be quiet. Get out.”
But does anyone know why the Super Mario theme song was playing from this music box?
“Oh? Isn’t this something the Magic Tower made while searching for a main character for an event?”
“They said they’re looking for someone who knows this song.”
Flinch.
‘I……need to be more careful.’
The Magic Tower’s obsession is a burden.
Forget about me. Please forget.
“Arelin.”
“Huh? Yes?”
Fession, who always called me Arelin, had suddenly grown serious, and I felt myself tense involuntarily.
“Are you eating three meals a day on time?”
“Probably?”
“Are you sleeping on time?”
“Probably……?”
“Why do you keep getting sick? Get my permission before you get sick. Are you going to keep getting sick without asking?”
Can I control that?
I found it absurd, but seeing Fession’s glistening eyes, I closed my mouth.
Something felt off about this.
“Arelin.”
Why is he calling me that way.
What is he planning to do now.
“The 6th Arelin Health Committee came to a conclusion.”
“What is it.”
“I think you need more muscle.”
“What?”
“Even if your heart breaks, if you have muscle you can catch yourself with muscle!”
What? What are you saying.
“You have some depression symptoms too, right?”
Fession produced a new Exercise Plan Chart.
In other words.
If I were to explain Fession’s argument…….
“What’s good for improving depression?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving a lack of vitality?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving lethargy?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for enhancing physical ability?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for improving insomnia?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for correcting posture?”
“Exercise.”
“What’s good for extending your lifespan?”
“Exercise.”
Fession smiled brightly.
“Let’s exercise, Arelin!”
“Sigh.”
This deranged gym-rat worldview.
How far does this universe intend to spread.

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