Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169

I couldn’t quite grasp what he refused to yield to, but faced with Fession blazing so intensely after so long, I simply nodded along.
His spirit seemed disproportionately fired up. Would he be all right?
This was all Cheiyen’s fault.
‘This won’t do.’
Today had made it clear.
If I left him be like this, I had no way of knowing what sort of trouble Cheiyen would visit upon me.
“We need to talk.”
The moment I approached quietly, Cheiyen answered as if he’d been waiting.
“Back to formal speech, are we?”
“We need to talk.”
My worldview’s weakest-link sensor was still blaring warnings that this bastard was dangerous, keep your distance—but I’d already burned my bridges halfway.
Surely he wouldn’t kill me just for being irritating.
“So now you’re willing to speak with me? You’ve been avoiding me all this time.”
That’s because you’re like a natural disaster of a human!
When I glared, he found even that cute and laughed, “Haha.”
Already exhausted.
He was tiresome to deal with, and I’d sooner avoid any entanglement—but to be rid of him, I suppose I’d need to talk to him.
“Why did you really come here? And with a false identity, no less, in that ridiculous form.”
When I pointed out his “child” appearance, Cheiyen pouted with an aggrieved expression.
“Calling my adorable form ridiculous? That’s cruel.”
“I fail to see what’s adorable about it.”
“Everything, from head to toe?”
It wasn’t too late—I could just leave right now.
Perhaps reading the reluctance on my face, Cheiyen raised both hands, then smiled brightly and leaned in close, thrusting his face at me.
“So, what did you want to tell me by dragging me all the way out here? You weren’t curious about something so trivial, were you? Hmm?”
His golden eyes lacked the depth they’d held before, yet they still reminded me of a beige-colored beast’s gaze.
“What do you want from me?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you keep chasing after me?”
Cheiyen shrugged.
“Is something so trivial really that important?”
“I don’t understand it.”
“Hmm…….”
A flicker of something crossed his eyes as he drew out his words.
“Also, how did you know I don’t have much time left?”
“Your terminal condition is common knowledge.”
“You know perfectly well that wasn’t what I meant to ask.”
My terminal condition was famous enough, but no one knew what illness afflicted me. Even I wouldn’t have known without the Demon of Laplace.
Cheiyen’s presence, continuing to smile without saying a word, felt oppressive.
“Is it because you’re an Immortal?”
His expression shifted in an instant, and despite myself, I froze.
“How did you know that? That’s not knowledge permitted for a little girl.”
Webnovel reader experience, you bastard.
‘So it was real.’
The words the Grand Mage had recited about the Divine Protection Cheiyen left behind—or what I called a tracking beacon—were actually real.
“How fascinating.”
I don’t find it fascinating.
When I glared at Cheiyen, he chuckled and wiped the corner of my eye.
“You look like a child at first glance, but when I look into your eyes, I see a completely different light.”
“What kind of light?”
“The eyes of someone with experience.”
“…….”
“Eyes of someone who’s already lived through something like this once—eyes that have lost all interest and curiosity.”
Cold sweat rolled down my back despite myself. His piercing gaze seemed to peer right through me.
“And now that I think about it, when we first met, you didn’t beg me for your life either. Isn’t that strange? Everyone else I’ve met begs for mercy.”
Cheiyen’s shadow writhed like mist. As I frowned at the surreal sight, Cheiyen laughed brightly.
“Why am I chasing after you?”
His smile was fresh as he tapped his own cheek.
“Just because it’s fun.”
“That’s all?”
“At first, yes…….”
The gaze he fixed on me felt searing.
“But now I have a different reason.”
A different reason?
What reason could possibly emerge?
Oh, surely not…….
“Could my real father be……?”
You?
Cheiyen’s smile deepened as he looked down at my trembling eyes, his expression suggesting “What nonsense.”
“Did you want to become family with me that badly?”
“Forget it.”
But I decided to ask just in case.
“Is it possible you’ve had a deep and intimate relationship with a woman named Sione?”
Cheiyen laughed softly and gripped my wrist once before releasing it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve only recently awakened from a very long sleep.”
“I see.”
“I was asleep for at least several thousand years…….”
I watched the agitated mist swirling and swallowed hard.
Right then. So no.
‘I wouldn’t want a father like you anyway, even if given for free.’
But if you’re not my biological father, then why are you doing all this to me?
“Now that you know my identity, aren’t you afraid?”
“It’s just… I can’t quite… feel it’s real, so not really?”
I only felt the weight of what the Grand Mage had said: “A Mortal entangled with an Immortal knows only misfortune.”
Cheiyen watched me with an inscrutable expression before murmuring to himself.
“Strange. If he met the Grand Mage, he should have taken measures. Did he just let you go?”
“Measures?”
“Or does a Word Curse not work on you either…….”
Fascination gleamed in his eyes as they fixed on me. It was deeply unsettling.
“So what exactly do you want from me?”
I asked because if there was anything I could give, I wanted to give it and sever this connection.
Cheiyen answered with a cheerful laugh, as if he’d been waiting for the question.
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
Wait, is he joking?
When I glared at him incredulously, he burst into raucous laughter and said this:
“I want to get close to you. So I thought we could start as friends.”
I swear, that was the most absurd thing I’d ever heard.

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Cheiyen’s gaze lingered on Arelin as she walked away.
“Hmm…….”
He’d come all this way, only to be met with that attitude. He considered feeling hurt.
“It was quite difficult, you know.”
He could change his appearance to anyone he wished, but he’d deliberately come in this young form, his true body’s original shape.
Cheiyen brushed aside the mingled glances of goodwill and hostility from the other children and chuckled to himself.
There had been no lies in what he’d told Arelin. His domain had covered roughly half the place where they’d first met, and thinking that his weakened authority might allow her to perceive him, he’d come.
Yes, he’d initially considered it mere chance.
Whether it was from having met a human who didn’t tremble when seeing him and who could answer back for the first time in ages? He’d certainly grown somewhat lenient.
And so he’d returned once, twice.
Then he felt it—an inexplicable discordance.
“Does the little girl truly not understand what sort of being she is?”
‘A Singularity.’
In his long, long life, he had encountered such beings before, though not often. But invariably, such irregularities died young.
‘A Singularity has never properly awakened.’
The reason was simple.
The laws of this world did not wish it.
Cheiyen’s smile deepened.
“Still, I want to have her.”

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“Whenever you need my help, just say the word.”

Those were Cheiyen’s parting words, offered with an unpleasant smile.
Now we were in class.
I stared blankly at the blackboard filled with foreign script, replaying the last conversation I’d had with Cheiyen in my mind.

“Don’t you want to live?”
“Of course I want to live.”
“It won’t be easy by any means. Your body is already damaged beyond recovery.”
“…….”
“As if something has deliberately arranged for your death.”

It was a conversation that unsettled me deeply. Enough to weaken my resolve and lead me to ask such a question.

“Then, could you save me?”
“If you become my Retainer.”

I didn’t know what a Retainer meant, but from the nuance alone, it felt like I’d have to surrender my humanity.
Right, that bastard’s insistence about bodily rank or whatever!
I was sighing from the unease when the Twins suddenly jabbed me in the ribs, and I wondered what was wrong.
“My class must be so poor that it draws sighs.”
“Ah…….”
Right, I was in class.
Seeing the Foreign Language Teacher smile grimly at me, I realized I was done for.
It wasn’t because of the lesson that I’d sighed. How unfair.
“Well then, let’s see how well our Arelin does with foreign languages, shall we?”
“Um, that is…….”
“Here, read this.”
We were still learning basic everyday language, and he was pulling out advanced foreign sentences?
To retaliate over one sigh—how petty.
That’s really cruel, sir.
“What’s wrong? Can’t read it?”
I smiled faintly at the teacher’s provocation.
“Thus have we prospered, and we leave this record here that posterity may know. There is reason in our prosperity—forget not the origin and revere it.”
“?”
“?”
The classroom fell silent in an instant.
Everyone had surely imagined me struggling and being scolded.
“Did I pass?”
I am a Language Master.

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