Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 119

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Chapter 119

Six years ago.
It was a night when rain hammered down in sheets.
Valere lay awake through the darkness, tormented by insomnia as chronic as any disease.
He had succeeded in killing his father and become the Grand Duke of Halbern, grasping everything in his hands—yet the already-shattered man could feel nothing at all.
No sense of achievement. No satisfaction. No triumph. No intoxication.
Nothing.
All that remained was a suffocating apathy and exhaustion.
At some point, he found he could not sleep without another’s warmth, and so many women began to drift through his chambers—but even that ceased before long.
When the scent of another body became unbearably repugnant, when he feared he might strangle whoever lay beside him without warning, he abandoned the practice entirely.
If only some drug might help.
But a body conditioned to poison since childhood resisted even medicine.
In the end, Valere’s method for enduring those endless nights was to surround himself with artifacts and relics of sleep, clinging to whatever brief respite he could steal.
And then it came.
That sound.
A faint chiming.
A summon signal arrived, carrying rough coordinates.
It was nothing more than that, and yet it was only natural that Valere’s eyes flew open.
The relic he had treasured all these years, kept always close, yet which had never once sounded—the one he had waited and waited to hear.

“No matter where in the world we are, as long as you have this, we remain connected.”
“This will let me find you, and you can find me.”

This Ancient Relic, a matched pair, was a treasure that Sione had pressed into his hands in secret before she was married away—a gift from his sister when their father was not watching.
The moment he saw the summon signal, Valere moved without telling a soul.
He traveled with utmost caution so no one could track him, exhausting every artifact and relic he possessed, moving with all speed toward the signal.
At last he could rescue his sister.
He had made other preparations for Sione’s liberation, but if she had managed to escape on her own and was calling out to him for help, that was even better.
His only thought was to bring her back safely, to protect her through war or anything else that might come. That was the place he ran toward.
The far eastern edge of the Southern Empire, a nameless village he would never remember.
‘Sister.’
Even the rough peasant’s clothes she had borrowed could not hide Sione’s beauty.
Valere recognized her at once.
Pale and frail, as though she might collapse at any moment, Sione greeted him with a radiant smile.
‘Valere. My beloved younger brother.’
Though he had long since grown taller than her, Sione still looked at him as if he were a child.
‘Sister.’
The years that had passed between them fell away, and overwhelmed by longing and joy, Valere moved to embrace her—then froze.
Sione was holding something.
Something wrapped in cloth.
The moment he saw the newborn infant, Valere’s expression hardened.
‘That child… ….’
Looking at her now, after so many years, Sione had changed greatly.
She had grown thin, her frame more delicate than before; her skin, once pale and smooth as a baby’s, had become ashen and rough.
Yet her gaze remained as clear and lucid as ever.
‘Thank you for coming, Valere.’
‘How could I not, when you called for me?’
‘Still, it must have been difficult to come.’
Before they could properly share the joy of reunion, Sione hurried to place the child she held into Valere’s arms.
‘Sister… …?’
‘I’m asking you to care for this child.’
Sione’s expression grew heavy.
As though apologizing for such a request.
‘There is no one else I can ask.’
‘Don’t speak of asking—’
‘Raise this child well for me. Beautifully. Lovingly.’
Valere could not understand why his sister, whom he had come to rescue, was making such a request of him.
He had come here to bring her back, after all.
‘You have to come with me. I—’
‘Valere.’
‘… ….’
‘My beloved younger brother.’
Sione shook her head slowly.
Valere fell silent.
Those clear, honest eyes already seemed to have reached some final decision.
His sister.
She intended to die.
Or perhaps she was already dying.
His breath caught in his chest.
Not knowing what words to say, Valere only parted his lips, then pressed them shut again. To speak aloud would make it irrevocable.
‘I—’
‘… ….’
‘I can somehow—’
Sione shook her head slowly.
‘This is not your burden to carry.’
‘Sister.’
‘Valere.’
Just as Valere had endured so much, it seemed Sione too had lived through countless hardships.
‘I cannot go with you.’
If I do, you will face tremendous difficulty. I do not wish that. Even if you were willing, this world would never permit it.
Sione spoke in a calm and measured voice, almost soothing, consoling Valere instead.
She did not want him to suffer because of her, to be tormented on her account.
‘So I choose this myself.’
Those honest eyes held not a trace of regret.
‘Before anyone dares to claim they will punish me, I myself will decide—’
‘… ….’
‘the end I will make.’
Sione smiled.
‘Owned by none, possessed by none—in my own destruction, chosen by my own hand alone.’
In the face of her words, spoken with such quiet finality, it was not Sione who trembled, but Valere.
Her small hand reached up to wipe his eyes, which had grown damp with unshed tears, and she smiled.
‘So do not cry.’
Her small frame drew his larger one close.
‘My poor younger brother.’
So tender.
‘You must find happiness.’
So gentle.
‘Be happy, Valere.’
A blessing like a curse.
‘Now go. Before he arrives.’
Valere had no choice but to obey his sister.
With that final embrace, offering her apologies for such a request, Sione sent him away with a smile both heartbreaking and beautiful.
‘The child’s name is Arelin.’

He stirred from shallow sleep.
As soon as he saw the familiar ceiling, Valere lifted his arm to shield his eyes.
“Ah… ….”
That memory, fragmented yet vivid, tormented him every time—a wound that would not fully close.
He lowered his arm and stared blankly at the ceiling, then turned his head. In his blurred vision, a portrait he had set out came into focus.
A woman smiling with radiant beauty.
“You too had so many secrets, sister.”
To his whispered words, the woman in the portrait offered no answer.
Valere gazed long at the one who had shown him love and happiness overflowing, then vanished, leaving only emptiness behind.
“Did you get what you wanted, then? Sister.”

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What in the world does Father have so many secrets for?

“Just grow up healthy until then.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.”

Whenever I saw Father, there was always something unsettling about him—but yesterday it was worse.
‘He still didn’t tell me who my mother is.’
My doubts about whether he’s even my biological father grew sharper.
“He sent me away to protect me.”
Would a real father use that kind of phrasing?
“Hmm… ….”
I grew curious about what secret Father was hiding… ….
But when I saw his eyes, so full of remorse and regret, watching me with such longing, none of it mattered anymore.
What did the past matter?
What mattered was now.
In that sense.
“This is going to be a problem.”
I was currently facing a crisis.
An invitation that came flying from the Magic Tower.
「★Fortune Winner!★
This Letter of Fortune originates from the Magic Tower… ……」
“A Letter of Fortune?”
I fell silent for a moment after reading this letter warning that if I didn’t arrive at the Magic Tower within three days, misfortune would befall me.
‘They still won’t give up… ….’
The Magic Tower is obsessed with me.
The Mage didn’t reveal her identity.
“The world won’t leave me alone.”
The Magic Tower changed tactics because I kept not showing up, but now I was in a bind. I just want to live quietly!
“Ugh, what should I do about this.”
Whirrr—
“Don’t blame me. It’s your fault, Ettel.”
Ettel hummed in protest.
“How did my life get so tangled up.”
I’m already busy just getting healthy, and now this on top of it.
And tormenting me wasn’t just Fession, my training ground overseer.
“Arelin! Hurry!”
“Arelin! Move it!”
The Demon Twins descended on me out of nowhere, grabbing both my arms and dragging me along.
“Starting now!”
“We’re heading to House Sperom!”

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