Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 231

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231
Chapter

Fession’s expression hardened as he received a detailed report from the official who had rushed in breathlessly.
“You’re telling me something’s happened in Gairen?”
“Yes, we need support from the central authority.”
An unexpected request for aid.
Moreover, Gairen was one of the largest cities in the south, home to nearly 1.5 million people.
“A City Lockdown due to an anomaly at a historical site…….”
An unprecedented crisis that had caught up the Southern Mage Tower as well.
Such incidents were typically handled by the Mubisk Ducal Family or the Halbern Ducal Family, but both of them happened to be absent.
Given Fession’s temperament, he would ordinarily step forward before anyone else in such a situation, but…….
Still, the thought of leaving his post now sat poorly with him.
Fession’s fingers tapped against the desk before stopping.
“I’ll leave this matter to Mubisk.”

* * *

The Mubisk Ducal Family had a long tradition of serving in the military or knighthood. Johan, the minor lord and heir presumptive of House Mubisk, belonged to the Capital Defense Force, while his younger brother Harun was attached to the Special Missions Force.
Everyone had assumed Harun would become the Crown Prince’s personal guard, but…….
“You’ll learn more by taking on various missions than by standing at my side.”
Fession had encouraged Harun, saying he wouldn’t need a guard until he inherited the throne.
Though the military was in an uproar over the loss of this promising talent, Harun’s choice was the Special Missions Force.
And currently, for the past five years, Harun had been undercover, attempting to trace the distribution network of the “Suspicious Drug” that had begun circulating through back alleys.
‘There’s no question it’s connected to the Black Market.’
Unfortunately, he hadn’t obtained any meaningful evidence from the Black Market warehouse.
The hideout he’d raided just now was the same.
He’d been certain he had solid evidence in hand, but when he burst through the door, everything was empty.
“Where could they possibly have gone?”
He’d sensed signs of life mere minutes ago, and there were no apparent escape routes, yet everyone had vanished in an instant.
“…They said there was a mage involved. Could it be because of that?”
All Harun’s eyes could see in the hideout were empty bottles rolling about and broken furniture. And…….
“Is this a star?”
A single sheet of paper, left lying there.
Something resembling a star’s tail and shattered debris was drawn on it—the image less a star than the silhouette of a falling one.
It was no masterwork, just a crude drawing of the sort you’d find anywhere.
Harun tilted his head. It looked like nothing special, yet his Special Ability had reacted to it for some reason.
Just as Harun was about to examine the drawing more closely.
Ding.
His personal communication line, used only in emergencies, lit up.
He would have ignored it if it had been someone else, but it happened to be his brother.
Why was his brother suddenly contacting him?
Receiving a call from his brother, with whom he spoke fewer than ten times a year, Harun accepted the communication.
– Harun, something’s come up that you need to handle.
After hearing his brother’s explanation, Harun nodded and picked up the sheet with the drawing, preparing to leave.
It was time to head to Gairen.

* * *

The atmosphere at the Imperial Palace these days was peculiar.
The bureaucrats working in the outer palace might not have noticed, but every attendant and maidservant in the inner palace had sensed this subtle shift.
It was unprecedented enough that Sirua, who despised outsiders, had already let a guest stay in his palace for several days.
At this, Sirua’s maids threw up their hands in welcome.
“Our lord finally has a friend his own age……!”
“I still can’t tell if this palace is home to people or animals.”
“Small wonder they say animal handlers’ licenses are a basic requirement for serving in the lord’s household.”
A palace where there were more staff attending to animals than to people.
That was the household of Lord Sirua.
Meanwhile, a similar atmosphere had taken hold in the Crown Prince Palace.
The Crown Prince’s brazen behavior over the past several days struck them as extraordinarily suspicious.
“Could it be……?”
“Has our Crown Prince found a new spring……?”
The public mood stirred at this dramatic change in our Crown Prince, who had seemed destined to pursue only Arelin unto death.
“I hope things work out.”
“Now, now—no jumping to conclusions. We’re supposed to see nothing and hear nothing, remember?”
“True, but surely we can lend a quiet hand? I imagine he and the young lady will dine alone again this evening?”
“If the lord helps, then yes.”
Since the word “Arelin” had become a Forbidden Word in the Imperial Palace, the voices of the attendants and maids who had watched Fession suffer and waste away all those years grew brighter.
All except one: the chief steward, Griam.
‘How could someone unchanged for fifteen years suddenly transform overnight?’
The reaction Fession was showing now seemed familiar somehow.
Wasn’t it much like the young Crown Prince who used to leave his seal at Halbern Manor every single day?
At that realization, Griam’s eyes widened.
“Gasp.”
‘Could that young lady actually be Miss Arelin?’

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Sirua had never been happier than he was now. What could be more delightful than witnessing his blood brother’s blunders up close?
‘Ordinarily the proper thing would be to interfere and make him suffer more.’
But he was a magnanimous and generous lord, so he let it pass.
It was already the fifth day of making excuses at tea and mealtimes to arrange moments alone for the two of them. At this rate, his repertoire would soon run out, and he’d have to think of new reasons.
Still, it seemed Fession was beginning to catch on to something.
In the end, it was only a matter of time.
“When do you think he’ll figure it out?”
“Figure what out?”
“Fession.”
“Brother?”
Terion, who had been munching on a sandwich topped with figs, tilted his head in confusion. At his blank expression, Sirua grew even more exasperated.
The entire palace was buzzing about Fession and Arelin, after all.
“You really don’t know?”
At Sirua’s bewildered tone, Terion blinked.
Me? What don’t I know……?
“Haven’t you noticed anything strange about Fession’s behavior lately?”
“Brother is… not strange!”
“No, anyone can see something’s different.”
“No? Brother is always right.”
“No, it’s strange.”
“It’s not? Brother is the best.”
Though rumors circulated that Terion should be made Crown Prince due to Fession’s firm stance against marriage, the spoiled youngest prince himself was oblivious to it all.
“…….”
What was I expecting from an idiot of a brother?
“Our youngest truly has no sense at all.”
“No sense? But I do have sense!”
Terion bristled at Sirua’s remark.
“So you have sense? Then tell me what I was saying.”
Terion’s eyes trembled slightly.
“Um, that Brother is strange……?”
“There, no sense at all.”
“No, I do have sense!”
“What sense is that?”
Sirua crossed his arms and gestured with his chin for Terion to enlighten him. Terion clenched his fists and spoke earnestly.
“Roasted lamb is most delicious with lasan and cremin in a 3:7 ratio.”

“Yes, be happy.”
“Bread made from Ibanna wheat of the Shugra Empire is fluffiest and most delicious!”
“Yes, as long as you’re happy.”
“And whipped cream from the Siaz Region is the tastiest, blast it!”
“Yes, yes, our youngest is the best.”
Other details followed—which breed of lamb was highest quality, how spice ratios worked—but Sirua let it all go in one ear and out the other.
Who cares about such things?

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……There was a time when I too thought such things.
“Is cremin powder a spice that only comes from the Yo Alliance?”
“Oh, you know! That’s right—the ones from Anan Mountain are the best. They have that piquant, tangy flavor!”
“I’ve never tasted bread made from Ibanna wheat. Is it really that delicious?”
“It’s absolutely one of the foods you must try. Heavenly taste!”
“Hmm.”
Sirua found the refined conversation unfolding before him utterly impossible to follow.
Somehow he’d lost the moment to excuse himself, and now Terion and Arelin were completely in sync.
“Southern Kingdom cuisine is delicious too. They excel in soup dishes. I also enjoy stews…….”
“Still, isn’t Southern Kingdom’s grilled food the most exquisite? The sous-vide method was developed there first, after all…….”
“Truly a cultured person. Next time let’s go enjoy Southern Kingdom cuisine together.”
“Excellent. I’ll recommend some favorite spots!”
Even if he’d wanted to interject, the cryptic exchange left no opening. Sirua watched helplessly as the two vanished into their own world.
“Why do they understand each other so well?”
“…….”
The knowledge battle of the two, united by restaurants, seemed endless.
Sirua, now sidelined, glanced at Fession, who was equally sidelined, and found himself laughing despite himself.
“Your face will crack like that.”
“…….”
Fession only then seemed to realize he’d been staring at Arelin. The expression of someone unaware of what he was doing.
Was this fool truly an idiot?

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