Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 211

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Chapter 211

My first question was simple enough: were they mages?

‘Mages,’ I decided.
Up close, their magical energy felt wildly unstable—half-formed, almost. Still, they were mages.
Which meant I held the advantage in matchups?
“Why isn’t she going down?”
“The sleeping powder is still working, though…”
“Maybe she has a protective artifact or something? She looks like some highborn girl, honestly.”
“Should we just knock her out and move on?”
The thieves—all six of them, needing nothing but an escape—stood at the bottleneck I was blocking and debated among themselves.
Watching their casual carelessness, one truth crystallized in my mind.
‘Ah. They’re in Concealment right now.’
There was one spell that had never worked on me, not since childhood.
‘Should I tell them I can see them?’
My master had explained it was the Authority to Discern Falsehood—and since Authorities were above Abilities, ordinary humans couldn’t possess one. That’s what he’d said.
I had several of them, he claimed, which was why my body couldn’t bear the strain.
“?”
One of the thieves caught my eye and flinched.
“Wait!”
“What?”
“That girl… right now… I think she’s looking at us?”
Silence fell again.
I was about to wave in greeting when a spell hurtled toward me.
Bang!
I blocked reflexively, and the thieves erupted in curses, lurching about in panic.
“How did she pierce through the Concealment?! This isn’t ordinary Concealment—!”
“What do we do?!”
“Is she a mage? As long as she’s not Star Rank, we have the advantage.”
They stared at me like I was a monster, fear thick in their voices.
“Did you come to stop us? Huh—you’re after the ‘Gate’ too, aren’t you?”
“Gate?”
What nonsense was this now?
“Don’t think we’ll go down easy!”
There were six of them.
I’d been certified a prodigy, a super-prodigy, a once-in-an-era prodigy at the Sky Tower. Six thieves were nothing.
I was still weighing how to subdue them when they suddenly started chattering.
“By the way, didn’t Troph mention his mage test subject was looking thin lately?”
“He’d probably be happy if we brought her in, yeah?”
Wait. Hold on. This situation was…?
Subdue the small fry and end it VS let myself be kidnapped to their hideout and tear it apart.
Obviously the second option.
I decided to let myself be kidnapped.
Go ahead, six thieves—take me! I’ll pick your hideout clean down to the bone!
To keep it looking natural, I even performed a gradual weakening act, my strength draining with each exchange.
“Huh? Her magical energy’s running out?”
“Now’s the time—pile on!”
After a fierce skirmish, I let myself be captured.
Imagining that future, I went limp and closed my eyes.
That was when—
Crash!
The sound was nothing like I’d expected, and my eyes snapped open.
And there—where no one should be—was the back of a head. A pretty back of a head, and the only person I knew with one that pretty was Fession.
Why was Fession here…?
“Aaaagh!”
“Ugh.”
Fession subdued the mages with nothing but a blunt Ceremonial Sword, then turned to look at me.
“…”
For a moment, the situation wouldn’t compute.
Had Fession just saved me?
Why?
“…?”
My plan to get kidnapped and ransack their hideout had just collapsed, but I couldn’t very well be angry at the man who’d saved me.
I just stared blankly until Fession suddenly scowled.
The expression of someone who couldn’t fathom why he was here at all.
Which made me even more confused—more baffled than he was.
Seriously, how did he even show up?
“Your Highness, are you all right?!”
The Crown Prince’s Guard came rushing down into the Underground as the silence broke—perfect timing, really.
Fession glanced at me, then gave an order.
“Take them away.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And this one…?”
Should I cry and play the innocent victim?
I was still figuring out how to navigate this crisis when Fession, who’d been silent, spoke first.
“She’s not with them. I vouch for her.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Vouch for me? Fession, vouching for me?
As the situation sorted itself out, I sank deeper into confusion.
He acts like a dog every time we meet—so why is he doing this?
It’s not like he suddenly found religion, died and came back, or got replaced by someone else.
Then Fession looked at me and scowled.
“Did you want to die?”
“…?”
“I didn’t know you were so eager to kill yourself.”
“What? No. I want to live more than anyone else.”
I’m alive right now—I won’t make it to become a doddering old fool smearing filth on walls, but I’m determined to enjoy everything I’ve missed along the way before I go.
As I gazed at the look in Fession’s eyes—the look of someone watching a suicide candidate—a thought struck me: maybe from a third party’s perspective, my earlier behavior did look that desperate.
Something like dissatisfaction flickered across his gaze, and suddenly I laughed.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Just… this whole thing is ridiculous. Did you really follow me?”
“…”
“I mean, no way. You just happened to show up so perfectly—I had to throw it out there.”
His expressionless face went cold, but now I could read a little of what lay beneath.
That look of worrying about me until it drove him crazy—it was kind of cute.
Was I infatuated?
A moment ago I wanted to hit him. Now I want to pet him.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not because I’m concerned about you.”
“Yes, yes, I won’t misunderstand at all.”
“…”
“I swear it.”
I raised both hands and stated my case earnestly, but his eyes didn’t soften.
Goodness, what deep misanthropy.
“Your Highness doesn’t care about someone like me anyway. Right? The only reason I bothered you was because I happened to resemble your first love so much it was grating. Isn’t that right?”
“…You really won’t admit it.”
“With respect, I’ve been treated unfairly by you over something I never once claimed was true.”
“If I’d given you the chance to speak, wouldn’t you have changed your attitude by now?”
Well, he has a point there.
Our Fession’s pretty sharp.
“Now leave.”
Fession dismissed me coldly.
The iron walls around Fession were too solid—I had no idea how to break through them.
But eventually, they will crack.
“Your Highness.”
“I said leave. Why are you calling me?”
“You’re blocking the way I need to go.”
“…”
Fession scowled once, then stepped aside.
This is funny, really.
Worrying about me so much it kills him, but telling me to leave anyway.
“Well, see you next time.”
Fession looked like he wanted to say there wouldn’t be a next time, but I didn’t give him a chance to speak—I left first.
Interesting fellow, this one.

* * *

The Domel Auction had been suspended.
Thanks to the Crown Prince’s intervention, a valuable item had been saved from theft, but Domel had no choice but to take time for investigation and enhanced security—the aftermath of having nearly suffered a catastrophe.
All items sold before the suspension were delivered to their new owners, but the problem lay with the auction’s centerpiece: the final lot, another masterwork from the Great Sage Grandere, remained without a buyer.
“There’s no helping it. For the re-auction, advertise that we’ll unveil a ‘very special item.'”
“Understood, Noel.”
“And consult with the Magic Tower as well.”
“Yes!”
The Sperom Family, both the primary patron of the Domel Auction and its principal stakeholder, suffered massive losses from the incident.
In a business built on trust, an attempted theft was a catastrophe.
The Domel name had nearly crumbled.
Yet somehow, Noel—the second son of Sperom and bearer of the Eyes that See Danger—didn’t feel the crisis as acutely as he should.
Despite the staggering financial damage he’d just incurred.
Noel’s mind was preoccupied with something else entirely.
‘That day, after all…’
She was a woman he’d met purely by chance.
With Arelin setting the trend, platinum hair was no longer uncommon in the Imperial Capital.
And as for features resembling Arelin’s—well, that went without saying.
Yet there was a reason the stranger had lodged in Noel’s memory.
[???]
[Danger Level: ％＆＃]
The unknown woman’s danger level had displayed in complete garbled chaos.
He had experienced such a phenomenon exactly once before—no more.
Arelin.
“Noel, what happened at the auction?”
The door opened, and a familiar face entered.
Ciel, who spent more time away from the Imperial Capital than in it, managing hotels across the world, furrowed his brow.
“Do you even understand how important that auction is?”
Timed with the Foundation Festival, the Domel Auction’s single revenue often exceeded ten times the annual profits of an ordinary enterprise.
Ciel was glaring at Noel for letting the incident happen and spacing out instead of dealing with it properly, when Noel suddenly met his eyes with a serious expression.
“Ciel.”
“What?”
“Arelin might be alive.”
Ciel lost his words for a moment, his expression hardening.
“What on earth are you talking about?”
Finally, Noel was certain.
“I think I really did see Arelin.”

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