Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 225

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225
Chapter

The sudden blast sent the Black Market auction hall into chaos, filling it in seconds with the screams of panicking people.
“Ha, ha. It seems there’s quite a commotion outside.”
The auctioneer on stage tried desperately to draw attention with empty chatter, but—
Crash!
His effort dissolved pathetically beneath the thunderous collision that followed.
“Is the building coming down?”
“What in the world is happening?!”
“A terrorist attack in the Capital?!”
“Could the authorities have arrived?!”
The people gathered here were all players in their own right, but they were united in one thing: each valued their own skin above all else.
In the pandemonium of bodies tangling together, all desperate to escape first, it was Sirua who noticed the real disturbance unfolding within the Black Market itself.
Squeak!
“What? From underground, you said?”
Though it was not publicly known, Sirua possessed another ability beyond the power to be beloved by animals.
Squeak, squeak!
“Underground? What—what’s happening down there?”
He could communicate with beasts.
“I have to go? Wait, I can’t allow that! Hold on!”
The Field Mouse vanished in an instant. Because of that, Sirua, who had stepped outside before the blast, was spared from the inferno of desperate people clawing over each other to escape.
“Gods, what on earth is going on?”
Sirua had come to the Black Market in the first place because of a single Field Mouse who had desperately begged him to rescue her friends.
Sirua, who loved animals, could not possibly refuse the earnest plea of a small, harmless, sprite-like creature.
When he heard that not only animals but also a Divine Beast was being held captive, he’d even dragged Fession along. But now things were unfolding in an increasingly strange manner.
“Siru, wake up. Something’s wrong.”
Meow?!
The earth had shaken with an enormous explosion, yet this unbothered feline had been sleeping soundly alone in the carriage.
“The Field Mouse ran off first. We need to chase her! Help me, Siru!”
Yawn.
Siru stretched awake, grooming his front paw before letting out a heavy sigh.
“Yeah, yeah, I know—I’m all you’ve got.”
Shaking his head slowly, Siru leaped gracefully from the carriage.
In the same instant, his body was engulfed in brilliant light, swelling until a white tiger the size of a house materialized before them.
Roar.
“A monster!”
“Aaahhh, a beast—it’s appeared!”
At the sudden arrival of the White Tiger, the fleeing crowd scattered in blind panic.
“A monster? This is our Siru!”
Have you ever seen a monster this magnificent? Hm?
The White Tiger, known as the steadfast guardian of Albrecht’s Imperial Palace and the long-serving companion of the Imperial Family, was in truth a Divine Beast gifted ages ago by the Beast-kin Kingdom before the Yuyo Alliance—a symbol of eternal friendship.
Having lived as long as Albrecht’s history itself, this ancient feline regarded even the royal bloodline as beneath the dirt of his paws. Yet toward Sirua alone, he showed only gentleness.
“Sirua!”
Just then, Fession, barely having escaped the hall, called out to him.
Sirua, now mounted on the White Tiger’s back, waved back at Fession.
“Be back soon!”
What kind of trouble is he about to cause now?
Fession wanted nothing more than to ignore whatever chaos Sirua was about to invite, but—
—as the one who’d become his older brother, Fession found himself moving to follow.
He couldn’t quite explain it, but beyond that simple duty, there was an odd, irresistible pull urging him forward.
Then.
Boom!
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
An automobile, appearing as if it had split the very earth and surged upward, glided smoothly between the crowds.
“…What in the world is that?”

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The Field Mouse’s trail had frustratingly run cold. The White Tiger, following the faint scent, wandered briefly when the track vanished.
But soon he sensed another force drawing him onward—
Something very familiar.
The presence of his own kind’s scent…
‘Underground.’
He tried to dig, but something solid blocked the way. Even the Divine Beast’s razor claws could not easily pierce it.
By then Fession had caught up, and both the Divine Beast and Sirua flinched beneath the weight of his unspoken ‘what are you doing?’ glare.
“Siru says something’s down here!”
“Below?”
Fession surveyed the area. Not far from the Commercial District where the Black Market auction had been held in secrecy, this place—whose stench made anyone cover their nose—was the Slum.
“There’s a sealed Underground Sewer beneath this.”
“You know that off the top of your head?”
Sirua’s eyes widened in surprise, but—
“Isn’t that common knowledge?”
Suddenly branded as ignorant, Sirua pouted.
“Fine, then you lead the way to the Underground Sewer!”
Fession looked reluctant, but pressured by Siru and Sirua both, he eventually located the entrance to the Underground Sewer.
The problem was the mysterious attackers who began appearing as they drew closer to the sewer. But even so, they could not match Fession, who had fought desperate, life-or-death battles against powerful monsters at the Northern Fortress as casually as breathing.
They arrived at the entrance to the Underground Sewer.
Having easily defeated the Criminal Organization blocking the entrance and pushed through, the two found Arelin holding fast to a small Beast-kin child.
At the sight of her silver-white fur and distinctive markings, Sirua immediately understood the child’s status.
‘No wonder Grinia was begging so desperately.’
If this was the granddaughter of the Beast King, one of the pillars of the Yuyo Alliance, such desperation was entirely warranted.
Siru seemed to have simply been drawn by the young White Tiger’s presence, but—
“Good thing you came quickly.”
Had they been any later, they would have found only a corpse—or nothing at all. Sirua received the small girl from Arelin with obvious relief.
Arelin bore light wounds scattered across her body.
‘Did that man do this to her?’
Sirua glared at the man being thoroughly mauled by the two Divine Beasts.
“Damn you… these beasts!”
Growl.
Roar!
The young White Tiger couldn’t land proper hits, but Siru was different. The man’s Telekinesis proved useless against the Divine Beast’s thick hide.
It was just as Sirua was about to explode in rage that he sensed it—a quiet, eerie presence that made his body go rigid.
“…”
And the source of that bone-chilling coldness seized Arelin’s arm.
“Who did this?”
Fession’s blood ran cold.
The moment he’d arrived, what met his eyes was Arelin covered entirely in blood.
The tumult of emotion that had stirred at the sight of that familiar back of the head froze solid the instant he saw her wounds.
If not for superhuman restraint, he would have obliterated everything around him.
“…?”
Arelin’s dazed expression softened. Perhaps because of her pallid cheeks, the long lashes now fluttering like butterfly wings struck him as heartbreakingly fragile.
Fession could not understand why he felt this way, why he was reacting like this.
Where did this urge to destroy everything come from?
“You’re hurt.”
“Yes.”
“You’re hurt, yet you show no sign of it?”
“I’m used to seeing blood.”
If anything, Arelin seemed puzzled by his reaction—bewildered that he would concern himself with her wounds at all.
Fession’s expression darkened.
“You called me false, yet you care if I’m hurt?”
That’s right.
Fession couldn’t understand himself either. What was this uncomfortable, prickling sensation?
Was it simply that he disliked seeing someone who resembled Arelin hurt? Was it because she had Arelin’s face, her exterior? Was it because it felt like the real Arelin was bleeding?
Caught between sensing the answer and refusing to face it, his mood spiraled downward.
“Wait.”
With a sharp warning, Fession turned toward the Suspicious Man that Siru was fighting and swung his blade.
Crash!
Meow!
Startled, Siru withdrew with the young White Tiger from the fight, and Fession, eyes gone wild, had barely begun his assault when the enemy collapsed, fatally wounded.
“Wait, don’t kill him!”
We need him alive to interrogate—what is that madman doing?!
Sirua cried out in alarm, stamping his feet, when—
Whirrrrr—
Only Arelin noticed the anomaly unfolding in that space.
“Huh?”

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