Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 218

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218
Chapter

With arms crossed, Sirua watched Fession drink in silence, his killing intent palpable, and muttered under his breath.
“What’s with him this time?”
Sirua looked at the bottles of Brandy, Liqueur, and Whiskey that dominated the table, his expression exhausted.
He was drinking like that and his complexion hadn’t changed at all—the bastard had a constitution to match.
“Those were all spirits I brought to drink myself.”
And they were all expensive, too.
Those weren’t the sort to be gulped down like water. They were meant to be savored, every drop.
…….
Even after swallowing that mountain of liquor, Fession was unsatisfied, clutching his head in his hands.
It was genuinely pathetic.
‘But watching this is rather entertaining.’
Who else could possibly witness the Crown Prince’s pathetic state from front row, seat one?
Only because it was him was such a thing possible.
‘How curious.’
It was simply curious.
That human emotions could fluctuate so wildly.
‘How does he even manage it.’
Sirua had learned how the world turned far too young.
At merely five years old, he’d realized that people’s affection and care for him had nothing to do with his beauty or talent—it was all because of the power held by House Albrecht.
Watching such transparent, shallow schemes day after day had long since stopped amusing him and bred only contempt.
Yet it was deeply curious that Fession, unlike him, had changed—when once he’d embraced everything with naive enthusiasm—and that he was now suffering confusion over a single person.
“Stop torturing yourself and just speak. Is it because of that woman? The fraud? Should I punish her for you?”
…….
Though Sirua’s proposal held no real intent, Fession merely glared at him, offering no other response.
“Should I?”
“Don’t.”
Watching Fession snap with clear displeasure, Sirua stifled a bitter laugh.
Why not? What was he afraid of?
“The fact that you care so much means something really has changed, hasn’t it? Something about Arelin or—”
In that instant, Sirua thought his throat would be severed.
Fession released his killing intent without the slightest attempt to conceal it.
“Absolutely not.”
“Are you sure? Really?”
“I couldn’t possibly fail to recognize Arelin.”
Where did such confidence come from?
“Still… fifteen years is enough to change even mountains, isn’t it? Everything changes.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“Then perhaps a new love has found him?”
Slash—
The killing intent came at him even sharper than before, and Sirua laughed outright.
Still, the only reason he could survive saying such things was that he was Fession’s sole sister.
“Ah, someone seems to be looking for me. I’ll be back later!”
Fession glared at Sirua’s infuriating grin as she vanished smoothly, then buried his face in both hands.
“A new love? Ha. Preposterous.”
I hope His Highness finds happiness.
The voice still ringing in his ears, Fession felt as though he were losing his mind.

* * *

……?
I’d spoken to Fession in casual speech without thinking.
I’d naturally expected him to rage, but surprisingly nothing happened at all.
I’d imagined through to the royal decree falling like thunder, the arrest for the Crime of Disrespect to Royalty, the trial opening, my fall into the abyss—and then the dramatic revelation of my identity, the atmosphere reversing! Everything.
“Why?”
Caught up in the moment, I’d called his name without thinking, spoken informally without realizing—both weighed on me.
Yet Fession merely stared at me with eyes that seemed to freeze over, then vanished like someone who’d seen something they shouldn’t have.
‘I couldn’t have held him anyway.’
He’d disappeared so instantly I’d missed any chance to stop him.
I wish he understood the purity of my heart.
I hadn’t known until then just how much I loved Fession.
If my feelings had been shallow enough to dislike him simply because he’d changed, I could never have endured these fifteen years.
‘There’s a share of responsibility in how Fession is now, after all.’
That thought filled me with an even greater sense of duty.
A resolve to return Fession to his former self, no matter what.
‘Whether it’s possible or not, I don’t know.’
I considered going after him again, but finding one specific person in a party venue teeming with guests was no easy task for me.
And… no matter how much my health had improved, my nature apparently hadn’t changed.
No matter how I looked at it, that party venue seemed like rush-hour hellscape, and I had no desire to return.
“What are they all discussing so intently?”
To mingle with the young ladies would have been… in my current state, that place looked more like a jungle to me.
What about the mages then?
The mages entrusted to House of Sperom and those from the Magic Tower gathered in one place, but they were all of equivalent rank.
There wasn’t a single Star-rank Mage among them.
Then there was no particular reason to push into that group, was there?
‘Hmm, but I don’t feel like just leaving either.’
The night was growing deep, and as the party’s atmosphere ripened, the number of departing guests steadily increased in these early morning hours.
I was wandering mainly through empty corridors and balconies, reluctant to simply leave, when it happened.
Ping—
A faint mana resonance passed through me.
This was……
‘Detection Magic?’
Normally, identifying a magic’s type wasn’t so simple. Unless you saw the incantation written or heard the chant, distinguishing an already-cast spell by mana resonance alone was the realm of the divine.
But I could do it.
Because this skill belonged more to the domain of music than to a mage’s talent—Perfect Pitch was where my confidence lay.
‘What are they searching for?’
The question was brief; soon I stopped short at the mana residue I heard.
It was the same mana residue from the tracking that had failed because of Fession.
‘What is this?’
The timing was far too convenient, wasn’t it.
“Rel!”
Right then, the party’s guests of honor, the Twins, called out to me.
“Ah, never mind.”
Since I was a mage too, my curiosity won out first as always.
“Is it this way?”
I waved casually to the Twins and pursued the direction the mana residue came from.
Toward the back of the party venue.
Past servants busy replenishing food, clearing dishes, and serving at the party, down the path leading toward the Mansion Back Gate.
“Found it.”
Surprisingly, the source of the mana residue was not a mage at all.
A young lady who appeared to be my age looked at me with wide, startled eyes.
“Hello, what brings you to such a place?”
“Ah, well, one thing led to another. I was just taking a walk and happened upon this place. And what brings you to such a desolate spot, Miss?”
“Ah, that’s… well…”
The young lady’s cheeks flushed crimson.
Just from that, I could guess well enough.
‘A secret rendezvous.’
Because of my curiosity, I felt as though I’d spoiled someone else’s date.
‘She’s not a mage, and that Pendant around her neck? The residue keeps coming from there. It doesn’t seem to be a Magical Artifact though……’
Someone had apparently cast a single-use spell on it.
“I was supposed to meet someone, but they never came. I should head back.”
“Ah, yes…”
“Would you like to come along?”
“Well……”
It was nothing, really.
“Yes, let’s go together.”
Perhaps my tension eased because it turned out to be such a trifle?
Thud.
A shadow appeared suddenly, and I reacted too slowly.
My vision darkening, growing black.
“Move her quickly.”
“Through the back gate!”
What in the world was happening?

* * *

Ciel had barely managed to escape the crowd and found Arelin.
Why was she wandering off to such places when she barely knew anyone?
Ciel wondered if perhaps she’d gone to Fession, but Noel was busy being recruited by some knights who said his talents were wasted if he didn’t become one.
“Where could she have gone.”
Suspecting she might have gone to Fession, Ciel checked the Third Floor Balcony, where everyone was strictly barred from approach.
“Shhh. Touch Fession now and you die!”
Ciel encountered only Sirua.
Ciel discreetly pulled back from attempting to peer into the balcony.
“By the way, Ciel.”
“Yes, Sirua.”
“That partner you brought today—do you know them well?”
Sirua regarded Ciel with a sly smile.
What interest could this indifferent aristocrat possibly have?
“If I said I knew them well, then we’d be close acquaintances. And how are your own endeavors progressing, Your Grace?”
As Ciel deftly redirected the conversation, Sirua’s eyes gleamed as if he’d caught on, but he let it slide easily enough.
“Hmm? I’m searching, but it’s not going well. If you have time, would you help me out?”
“Contact me after the party ends.”
“Will do.”
Ciel laughed at the sight of Sirua gesturing dismissively as if to say there was nothing more to discuss.
But seriously, where did Arelin go?
“Could she have left already?”

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I had grown strong.
How strong? Strong enough to regain consciousness within ten minutes despite being struck unconscious at the back of the neck.
Did these fools dare lay hands on a mage?
Crash!
I immediately shattered the Iron Cage imprisoning me, destroyed the Carriage that had brought me, and smashed every man who’d taken me.
“Aaaaaagh!”
The assailants, suddenly floating helplessly in mid-air, thrashed about in confusion.
“So, what did you plan to do with me?”
“That’s! W-we were going to sell you to a slave trader from the Black Market……”
The Black Market?
I paused to consider.
“?”
The bewildered assailants tilted their heads as I, who’d been spinning them like a roller coaster, suddenly lowered them gently to the ground.
I stood before them holding the rope I’d severed.
“Tie me back up right now. Hurry!”
The Black Market—let’s pay them a visit!

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