Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 117

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Episode 117

Magic Tower, Breghemin Council Chamber.
The highest-ranking elders of the Magic Tower scattered across the globe were summoned to the special conference room prepared on the uppermost floor of the Sky Tower.
In the dim space, empty save for a vast circular table etched with countless magical arrays, translucent figures materialized.
– Aren’t we meeting far too often lately?
– I’m swamped.
– Oh, my research was finally making progress!
– What on earth could be the matter?
An abrupt summoning of Breghemin.
There were two items on today’s agenda.
The first concerned the (anticipated) birth of the Grand Mage’s new disciple.
– Ether chose a master?
– That willful bundle of energy that no mage has ever chosen as a master?
– I would have loved to study that.
– But they say he’s not yet a mage, just an anticipated disciple. Well, I suppose that makes sense.
– If Ether dislikes the essence of stars, then that much is understandable.
The news that someone had found the secret chamber and claimed Ether was somewhat surprising, but no more than that.
The elder mages—all geniuses with poor social skills—thought the fuss was hardly warranted.
– But if he doesn’t show up, wouldn’t he be throwing away his fortune? Must we even search for him? Ether will be automatically summoned to its domain if the master dies anyway.
– Is this really something that should reach Breghemin? Can I go back to my research?
Robert, who had barely escaped the penalty of “serving a mage as lofty as the heavens,” found himself thrust into the penalty of “Breghemin moderator” and swallowed his tears.
“The issue is this: that (anticipated) disciple of the Grand Mage likely possesses the Purification Ability.”
The Purification Ability.
At those five words, the elder mages’ eyes shifted in unison. Their previously listless expressions crystallized into intense focus.
– What?! Purification?!
– Purification, you say?!
– We must find them at once! Research be damned!
– Why haven’t we found them?!
– Is this not a matter for Breghemin? Of course we must bring them here!
The elder mages’ eyes went wild.
For mages, the obsession button was Corruption first, Corruption second, and Corruption third.
And so the second agenda item was swept aside.
The First-Class Alert Order issued by the Master of the Magic Tower.
– …….
– …….
– …….
The noisy conference hall fell silent in an instant.
– The Nightmare of Stars, if it’s true…
In the long, long history of the Magic Tower, there were three great stains that could never be revealed to outsiders.
First: the murder of the “Mage God,” called the “First Grand Mage.”
Second: the birth of an incomplete “Mage God.”
Third: mages who hunt mages—the Apostates.
These were the three.
The Nightmare of Stars corresponded to the second of these incidents.
At the time, the Magic Tower, reeling from the loss of its spiritual pillar, sought to restore the slain “Mage God.”
What emerged was a failed experiment conducted in the name of “Achieving the Divine Realm Through Magic”—an incomplete Mage God.
But it proved to be a calamity, not a blessing. Records told of a black star that consumed the heavens, shattering every star in the sky, and these accounts remained forbidden texts to this day.
The epithet “Nightmare of Stars” had been born from that cataclysm.
– It’s been sealed away for…
– At least a thousand years.
All trembled with dread, words catching in their throats.
The name “Nightmare of Stars” was not given lightly. Even incomplete, it was a Mage God—a being with perfect opposition to mages, impossible to counter with the Magic Tower’s strength alone.
– Ah! So that’s why Sharit was consumed.
– Ah…
– Ah…
An elder, recalling a recent agenda item, spoke, and all could not suppress their sighs.
– I’m sorry, but what does that have to do with anything?
A relatively newer elder mage voiced the question.
An elder who understood the situation began to explain, voice heavy with regret.
– What is written as “Great Demon Beast Sealing Array” is actually read as “Continental Stability Barrier Array.”
It was one of the legacies left by the First Grand Mage upon this land.
– A complex array that divided and protected the realm where humans dwell from the realm of monsters… ah, never mind. Now is not the time for research.
– A Great Demon Beast is, in essence, a magical energy battery.
– It’s not even a true Great Demon Beast. If it were, the entire region would have been laid to waste long ago. What was sealed there is a Divine Beast that dwells among the stars…
– Since it lives on the essence of stars, was it sustaining itself by consuming Divine Beasts?
The elder mages’ minds spun in swift complexity. Their workload multiplied. Historical records needed examining, the sealing mechanisms scrutinized.
Most importantly,
– Should we request aid from the Holy Temple?
– We must.
Preparations against the Nightmare of Stars.
– But will they be of much help? The high priests are so few in number.
– Compared to a thousand years ago, the priesthood has dwindled to a tenth.
– The Holy Maiden will have to emerge.
– Will that Holy Maiden come so easily?
– She must! She couldn’t become a god because she never obtained sanctity—but that creature is immortal, impossible to kill! Why do you think they only sealed it a thousand years ago instead of destroying it?
A shadow descended upon the once-peaceful Magic Tower, and sighs escaped the mages.
They concluded they would request aid from the Holy Temple and petition the handful of Grand Mages in the Magic Tower, but the dark future lingered.
– Grand Master, apart from Master Mercedes, the other Grand Mages don’t show their faces in the Magic Tower or the Sky Tower.
– There’s such a thing as being a recluse, and there’s being a fugitive. This is the latter.
– What do we do?
Just as despair was setting in—that all the mages would be consumed and perished—
– But what if the Purification Ability emerges from all this?
– !
The mages’ eyes went wide.
Hope sprang eternal; perhaps salvation had been woven through their suffering all along.
The Purification Ability was not merely the erasure of stellar essence, was it?
The conversation circled back to agenda item one.
– Find them! That (anticipated) disciple of the Grand Mage!
– Bring them here!
– I’ll make them my own disciple!
The Magic Tower erupted once more into chaos.

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Halbern Manor.
I was drowning in an exercise hell.
‘This is unbearable.’
Am I going to become the first person in history to die from working out?
Whirrrr—
Ether, transformed into an ornament and clinging snugly to my body, objected that such a thing was impossible.
Unbelievable. You don’t know anything.
“Sigh. I want to be set free.”
Pain → Fession gets stimulated → he forces me to exercise → I suffer → more pain
I wanted out of this vicious cycle.
“Fession, I’m in pain.”
“Muscle soreness is a sign you’re getting healthier!”
“No, it’s my mind that’s suffering, you idiot.”
Fession, his eyes already half-rolled back from obsessing over my health, wasn’t listening.
My physician rattled off the same tired platitudes about moderate exercise being good for body and mind.
“She’s really going through it,” Father said.
Dad was openly enjoying watching me suffer.
That shameless man.
Out of spite, I peeled off the sticker reading “Keep up the effort!” that was plastered to his face.
“I’m confiscating this.”
“Aw.”
“Cuteness won’t get it back.”
“What if I offer a bribe?”
“As if that would work.”
In the middle of our bickering, Dad suddenly pulled me into an embrace and wouldn’t let go.
“I’m not releasing you until you put a new sticker on me.”
“Hmph.”
Well, that suits me just fine.
…….
Fession glared at Dad.
His expression was openly hostile, but Dad just laughed and held me tighter. Fession huffed in frustration and took a step back.
Watching the two of them, I tilted my head.
“Dad, don’t you like Fession?”
“No.”
Dad replied with warmth in his voice.
“I think it’s him who doesn’t like me.”
“That’s because you keep provoking Fession. You’re hopeless, you know that?”
I swatted him, but there was no impact. Dad showed no sign of remorse.
“I can’t help it.”
“Help what?”
“Your father likes his daughter.”
…….
Dad declared it so shamelessly.
What was I going to do with this impossible man?

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