Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125

“I—Your Highness, I greet you.”
Daniel, who had been standing slack-jawed in shock, stammered out his bow.
“I—I apologize for my rudeness! Your Highness, I was—”
Fession’s expression hardened. He had come out intending to move about freely, and now all eyes and attention had turned to him—exactly what he’d wanted to avoid.
“Who is this?”
“That is—”
Daniel needed to introduce himself, but his throat tightened and his words stumbled again.
Burning with shame, Daniel found himself resenting the twins. Why in the world was the Crown Prince—someone you could only see if you entered the Imperial Palace—here of all places?
He never could have imagined meeting the Crown Prince in a situation like this!
‘If they were bringing His Highness, they could have at least given me some warning!’
The twins had caught Arelin off guard too, so technically Daniel was being dragged along through no fault of his own—but Daniel had no way of knowing this.
“He’s our cousin.”
“Daniel Sperom.”
The twins, arriving at a leisurely pace, smiled brightly at Daniel.
‘Those two did that on purpose.’
Fession shrugged his shoulders.
“Your—Your Highness—”
“Lower your voice.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fortunately, it seemed he thought the children were merely playing, so no further attention was drawn to them.
Daniel felt newly wronged. He’d thought they were actually friends his own age.
‘Wait a moment.’
Looking again, the quiet boy standing beside the Crown Prince was the second son of Mubisk.
‘Then who is that girl?’
The moment their eyes met, Daniel’s breath caught at the pale-pink rose-quartz gaze.
But the instant Daniel’s attention shifted to the girl, Fession’s eyes sharpened dangerously.
‘What—?’
The twins stepped forward.
“This is Arelin.”
“And this is Harun.”
The twins introduced Daniel around briefly, then tried once more to hint their intention.
“We were planning to just play among ourselves.”
“What do you think, cousin?”
The twins were radiating an aura of “please leave,” but unfortunately for them, Daniel—lacking any sense of the room—interpreted it as a desperate plea: “please stay with us.”
Daniel had wanted to run away ever since offending the Crown Prince, but the twins clearly had other ideas.
“Y-yes, of course. Since His Highness is here, I absolutely must be the one to show him around!”
“?!”
Daniel led the way with the expression of someone who wanted to cry.
“Just trust your cousin and follow!”
Despite his bold proclamation, Daniel’s face remained utterly miserable.
The twins’ expression darkened sharply.
Fession sent them a look that said, “What on earth did you bring along?”
The twins responded with an expression of equal grievance.
No one wanted this. No one was enjoying themselves. A tragic gathering had been born.

“Many mages submit their inventions here trying to sell them, but most of it’s useless. Just toys.”
“Why, some of it looks decent though.”
“You just think that because you’re still young and don’t know any better. They cost a fortune and aren’t worth it, I’m telling you.”
Daniel Sperom, at fifteen, had grown tall enough to resemble an adult. Perhaps for that reason, his initial intimidation at seeing the Crown Prince quickly faded. His confidence returned in full measure.
‘What would children know?’
“Hey, see this? This is supposed to be secret, but this is the item that’ll become the Sperom family’s next direct business venture, supposedly.”
Daniel rattled off what he’d overheard from his father, pleased with his own knowledge.
“I’m planning to invest a little myself.”
In truth, Daniel had no such money.
He had started his first business at fourteen with help from his father Philip, but he hadn’t yet turned a real profit. He was actually putting his allowance into it.
That was precisely why he couldn’t understand the twins’ ambition.
If even he—with all his advantages—was struggling, how could they think they could manage a business?
‘They’ll just crash spectacularly.’
Daniel had decided to use this opportunity to release the stress he’d been carrying from his father constantly telling him to “surpass the twins.”
“Have you two thought about what business items you want to pursue?”
Noel and Ciel shook their heads.
“A first venture is important. I’ve done it, so I know—business is really difficult.”
Daniel sighed.
“The expectations people have are just enormous. I felt it too, but you two will feel it even more. You’re the direct line, after all.”
“That’s true, isn’t it?”
“You absolutely cannot fail. Do you know how many expectations rest on your shoulders? That’s why I’ll help you. Trust your cousin.”
Ciel blinked.
When the Duke of Sperom had approved the twins’ business plans in the first place, it was less from confidence in their success and more from wanting them to develop their instincts. Growth came without trials.
It was an approach following his long-held maxim, but the twins themselves were treating “their own business” like a new game.
“You’ll help us?”
“Of course!”
Daniel pulled the twins along eagerly.
“Here’s what I’d recommend.”
Daniel’s recommendation was a Facial Ornament.
“You know how Stickers have been trending in the Capital lately, right? Everyone’s gotten more interested in fashion items.”
Daniel’s golden eye was the Eye of Market Trends—a lesser version of the Eye of Value that Ciel possessed, but useful nonetheless.
“Trust me, this is going to be the next big trend!”
Ciel tilted his head.
And reasonably so.
[Well-crafted Facial Ornament (Business Exhibition Entry)]
[Value: 542]
It showed a respectable value through Ciel’s Eye of Value.
“Hmm—”
When the object was an item rather than a person, the value was calculated by different standards.
Considering that trending Sticker products had rapidly increased in value from 102 to 654, a value of 542 was quite significant.
“It does seem decent.”
As if by prior agreement, the twins both looked at Arelin.
“What do you think about this, Arelin?”
Arelin gave the Facial Ornament a scrutinizing look, her expression bluntly showing, “Who would buy this?”
“I’m not interested.”
“What?!”
Daniel bristled.
“If you say so, then it’s not for us either.”
The twins, having already decided to go all-in on “Arelin’s picks,” shifted their stance without hesitation.
Daniel couldn’t believe it. As if he’d been insulted, his face flushed crimson and he let out a sharp cry.
“What do you know?!”
This item was definitely going to skyrocket in value.
The next trend after Stickers!
“Are you two seriously going to listen to this—to a kid without a golden eye—instead of your cousin?!”
But the twins knew something Daniel didn’t.
It was Arelin herself who had made Stickers into a fashion item in the first place.
“This is insane! That’s impossible!”
He couldn’t accept it.
Daniel, snubbed by a girl far younger than himself, threw a fit.
“Then what will you invest in? If your chosen item proves more useful than mine, I’ll gracefully step back.”
Arelin looked at Daniel with an expression that said, “Why would I bother with something so tedious?”
Fession asked, “Should I step in?” but Arelin, thinking something through, shook her head.
“If what I choose really is worth more than your pick, you’ll back off, yes?”
“Yes. I’ll admit your eye is better than mine and I’ll withdraw.”
The judgment would be decided by Ciel’s Eye of Value.
Arelin nodded.
Daniel smiled arrogantly.
‘It’s impossible. Of all the items in this Business Exhibition, the Facial Ornament I picked has the highest current value!’
Daniel was already confident in his victory.
“Go ahead. Bring me whatever you want.”
Sure enough,
“This one.”
What Arelin picked was a strange artifact.
[RRR Mana Engine Mk.1 (Prototype)]
[Value: 56]
“Pfft—!”
Daniel couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up. Ciel looked equally taken aback.
By pure value alone, Daniel’s Facial Ornament was the clear winner.
Yet Arelin remained unperturbed.
“If it were me, I’d sign an exclusive contract with the mage who developed this, keep funding development, and buy up all the patent rights.”
Her confident tone carried absolute conviction. Ciel was even more baffled.
‘If the value is fifty, it means there’s almost no practical use.’
Thinking the same thing, Daniel asked mockingly,
“This garbage? And you’d pay for it?”
The mage who had created it flinched at the casual dismissal, but Daniel didn’t notice.
Arelin replied calmly,
“Of course it looks like garbage if you only look at it this way.”
“What?”
“This is like a cornerstone for a building.”
Arelin set the Mana Engine down on the floor.
“I would use it to create something ‘newer still.'”
“Something newer?”
“A Carriage Without Horses.”
The moment the words left her lips, the mage’s Illusion Magic surrounded the Mana Engine, and a form materialized—an automobile in the shape Arelin had already described.
At that instant,
Ciel’s eyes widened.
[RRR Mana Engine Mk.1 (Prototype)]
[Value: 167]
The Mana Engine’s value had changed.

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