Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 228

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228
Episode

The Black Market incident that had so brilliantly lit up the dawn of the Imperial Capital became a non-event, buried under the complicated circumstances of adults.
“I was going to report it for sure!”
“Please be patient, Silvi.”
It should have made the front page of the Albrecht Times and every other newspaper in the realm, but not only did it become a non-event—it was buried entirely beneath other stories.
There were several hidden reasons behind this.
First, when the Emperor learned that the granddaughter of the Beast King, one of the pillars of the Uyeo Allied Nations, was involved, he ordered the scandal suppressed out of concern for worsening international relations.
Second, there was the desperate behind-the-scenes maneuvering of the Black Market’s long-standing VIP customers.
And finally, there were the machinations of some unidentified organization.
“The last one was probably the Black Market itself, I suspect.”
Mehren, who had come to find me and made it to the Black Market, stated his opinion calmly.
The moment the commotion broke out, Mehren said he and Ciel had slipped away safely, but once he saw Ether barrel into the Sperom Hotel with Silvi and the slaves in tow, he’d figured out what was going on.
“There seems to be… a troublemaking factor… mixed into the Halbern bloodline…….”
“I didn’t cause any trouble.”
“?”
“Helpful intervention. Good deeds.”
……
“Therefore, no trouble.”
Mehren laughed quietly at my confident answer.
It was the expression of someone at a loss for words.
“…I won’t live my full lifespan at this rate.”
Beside Mehren, who was holding his head, Rena and Dylan wore matching expressions.
“I would normally side with you, Miss, but even I have to agree with Mehren on this one.”
“Same here.”
Really, everyone’s too much.
In any case, the slaves we’d rescued were sent home by Mehren at his discretion, except for Silvi, and those with nowhere to return to were sent to El Sionel to settle, Mehren said.
“As expected of Mom! I knew I could trust you!”
For some reason, when Mehren looked at me—Dad—there was that special light in his eyes that said ‘what am I going to do about this.’…
It must be my imagination.
Mom wouldn’t look at me that way, right? Besides, I’m not Dad!
“Still, you did well rescuing Silvi. If not for this incident, I wouldn’t have known that something had changed in the Blac Marquis House either.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I’ve investigated, and that uncle of mine turned out to be rather unscrupulous. Gambling away the family fortune was routine; he’d already squandered his inheritance and was living hand-to-mouth when fortune smiled on him—your parents had an accident, and suddenly he could reach for the Marquis rank.”
“What happened to the rank?”
“It appears the uncle has already inherited it, but since Silvi is the legitimate heir, it shouldn’t take long to reclaim it.”
Mehren smiled gently.
“Did you know all this when you rescued her?”
As if.
“As expected of you, Miss!”
I just happened to stumble into it….
“In any case, leave the rest to me. I’ll resolve it according to your wishes, Arelin.”
“Uh, okay.”
Some profound intention of mine emerged out of nowhere.
What does it matter? Good is good, right?
“W-Was that really it?!”
Even Silvi, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, reacted this way.
If no one else, shouldn’t you know the truth?
Truth or not, Silvi approached me with eyes touched by deep gratitude.
“Arelin, thank you so much. How could I ever repay you? I don’t even know what to say…….”
Watching her eyes well with tears, I spoke gravely.
“Silvi, don’t cry.”
“Why, why not?”
“You’ll lose muscle tone.”
……
“There.”

* * *

Sirua considered himself quite perceptive.
‘If you receive help, you should repay it accordingly.’
He’d always thought that even if his own blood relative made a mess or created a dark history, he could just sit back and eat popcorn, but once that person became his benefactor, the stakes changed.
‘Just how much help did she give?’
All the rare animals that had been held captive in the Black Market were safely returned to nature. The children with nowhere to go were now in Sirua’s care.
The small field mouse had his friend returned to him, and Grinia had been able to find the Young White Tiger she’d been searching for so desperately.
Though to be fair, she was probably more interested in finding the Beast King’s granddaughter than the Young White Tiger.
“First, I should confirm things.”
Acting rashly was the mark of an amateur.
Sirua first sought out the Demon Twins, who seemed to know something.
“Demon Twins, you two know something, don’t you?”
The Demon Twins looked at Sirua, who’d shown up unannounced, with bewildered eyes.
“Arelin.”
A flinch.
Sirua’s surprise test couldn’t be passed off so easily.
“So I was right.”
Watching the two of them reflexively recoil, Sirua nodded.
“How did you figure it out?”
Our idiot is still confused about it.
Unable to hide any longer from Sirua’s admiration, the Demon Twins pressed their foreheads.
“…There’s a method.”
“And you’re not planning to tell me?”
……
“But you didn’t give even a hint to our blood relative?”
Noel countered as Sirua’s eyes narrowed.
“Would he have believed it?”
“That’s beside the point. You should have at least hinted, you disloyal bastards.”
……
“Is there some reason you wanted our blood relative not to know?”
Watching the Demon Twins’ expression darken, Sirua roughly grasped the situation.
But are these idiots really this dumb? Thinking only the two of them figured it out?
Sirua recalled Harun, whom he’d encountered while sorting through the Black Market. A thick smile bloomed at his lips.
“But it’s already too late. You’re not the only ones who’ve figured it out.”
“……?”
And their own idiot blood relative, despite denying it with words, had all their attention and focus entirely on Arelin.
At that point, recognizing it is pretty much the same thing.
“Fine, I’m not into romantic bridge-building nonsense or anything like that….”
Sirua recalled his childhood. Fession, who would grit his teeth and block whenever Sirua tried to get close to Arelin.
The memory of that day when he’d tried to become her friend but couldn’t reach her.
This was absolutely not him dwelling on old resentment from back then.
But….
Teasing the idiot before he got his head on straight—befriending Arelin and tormenting him about it—wouldn’t that be a bit fun?
“Sirua’s thinking something wicked again.”
“Look at that mean smile.”
Sirua paid no mind to the Demon Twins’ mockery.
Hmph, funny guys, these Demon Twins.
“A mean smile? Where could there be an angel like me?”

* * *

“Welcome!”
An invitation from the Imperial Family had arrived.
An invitation sent by the Beast King.
The Beast King’s granddaughter, the Beast Tribe princess, had regained consciousness and wanted to see me, so I’d come, but somehow the Beast King seemed most delighted to see me.
“Hi there!”
The Beast Tribe princess, who spoke the Imperial Language clumsily, greeted me warmly.
Did she use the Imperial Language because I’m from the Empire? How cute.
“Hello, Princess. But I know Dohit. Please feel free to speak comfortably.”
“Oh! How can you speak Dohit? Have you been to Uyeo?”
“No, I just learned the language.”
Actually, I didn’t even learn it; I just know it.
Pallaki’s ears and tail were incredibly cute, but staring too much would be racist, right?
Still, since this was my first time seeing the Beast Tribe up close, I had to resist letting my hands and eyes wander to her tail and ears.
Really adorable.
Meow!
A cat and a white tiger, who’d squeezed into the conversation, made the situation even more chaotic.
“Siru! We’re in the middle of talking!”
Meow!
“Why is he acting like this today?”
“Ciiieeel~!”
But this cat—those round belly rolls, that impressive build, that huge face—seemed familiar somehow.
Could it be…?
“Wait, the Garden cat?”
Meow!
Siru let out a loud cry as if to say ‘finally you recognized me.’
“What? You know Siru?”
“Well, not exactly know, but… when I was little and played in the Garden, Siru would come and play with me.”
“Huh? Our Siru doesn’t play with just anyone.”
Meow-ow!
“What’s he saying now, Siru? Are you crazy?”
“What’s Siru saying?”
“Um, he says he raised you.”
Sirua was incredulous, but since Siru was the only one who’d played with me during those lonely times, it wasn’t entirely wrong.
If I hadn’t happened to run into Fession back then, wouldn’t I have kept on like that?
Meow-meow~
“He says he’s your benefactor and friend?”
“Yeah, you’re my friend. Right, Siru?”
Meow.
So that Garden cat from back then was a divine beast.
I’m going to brag about being friends with a divine beast.
And now the Beast Tribe princess had joined in.
“I want to be friends too!”
“Sure, let’s be friends.”
Being friends with a princess wasn’t bad for me.
The Beast King, watching this chaos unfold, joined in as well.
“Me too! Let me be friends!”
“Of course, let’s do it.”
Being friends with the Beast King was good for me too.
“Yes!”
Though we each possessed different gifts, we were all friends now.
We were humming a song of adventure’s beginning, moving round and round together.
It was at that very moment when my eyes met his—the man who least fit this mood.
“Ugh.”
“Oh.”
“Hmm.”
Fession asked with an exasperated expression.
“What are you doing?”
……
……
Building fellowship?

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