Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 250

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Chapter 250

Fession dropped to his knees to meet my eyes. He reached out his hand toward me, then stopped—couldn’t even bring himself to touch my fingertips—and clenched his fist instead. The sight of it made my chest ache.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…….”
He kept fumbling through apologies I couldn’t make sense of, and behind him I could see the wreckage of shattered buildings and mountains of eviscerated monster corpses. I had nothing to say.
‘Was Fession always this strong?’
I’d known he was powerful.
Even as a child he’d been revered for his mastery of aura, hailed as a prodigy—so I’d always assumed vaguely that of course he’d be good in combat too.
But witnessing monsters get mowed down in waves from a single swing of his blade right before my eyes made something twist strangely inside me.
Where had my innocent, guileless Fession—the one I thought I needed to protect like a young deer—gone?
“I should have come sooner…….”
Bathed in pale moonlight in the darkened city, his cheeks had gone white and stood out starkly. His eyes were unusually red-rimmed too.
“I thought I was going to die.”
At my blunt words, Fession’s stream of apologies faltered and died. His eyes went wide and round. It was adorable.
“And when I thought I was dying, I wanted to see you.”
“…….”
Fession’s lips trembled.
I waited patiently for him to answer, but his lips sealed shut and wouldn’t open again. All I could see were those darkness-drinking eyes fixed on me with utter seriousness.
“So when you appeared, I thought I was dreaming.”
“You’re not dreaming.”
“Right. It’s not a dream.”
I took his hand—the one he still hadn’t dared to touch me with. If this warmth and this touch were a dream, I thought, that wouldn’t be so bad. Why was I thinking that?
Fession looked down at me with a complex, uncertain gaze.
“You can’t die.”
“I won’t. I won’t die.”
Seeing he still didn’t quite believe it, I added more, trying to convince him.
“How could I die after coming back alive like this? You can trust me.”
Fession’s face crumpled like a puppy’s.
When I smiled, his expression finally softened.
“You’re going to drive me insane.”
A sigh low in his throat.
“Why me?”
“You keep toying with my heart.”
“When did I ever?”
“Didn’t you?”
“Why would I toy with you? I’m too busy adoring you.”
When I stroked his hair, he bowed his head as if asking for more. It was impossibly cute.
“But back then—did you really think of me?”
Back then? Ah, when I thought I was dying.
I met his eyes and nodded seriously, and Fession’s expression melted even further.
“Before anyone else?”
“I only thought of you.”
Was it really that good?
Seeing him smile made me feel good too.
“Ow.”
I’d only tried to shift my position since I was sitting awkwardly, but pain shot through a wound. Fession’s expression froze instantly.
“Sorry—is it because of me?”
“No…….”
“Does it hurt a lot? What do I do—Potion… I don’t have a Potion right now. You’ve lost so much blood.”
Fession’s face cycled through different expressions. It was honestly a little funny how he could barely destroy monsters in half—leaving them in ruins rather than mere wounds—yet was falling apart over the scratches on my body.
“Just calm down for a moment.”
“How can I calm down? Arelin, you’re bleeding right now.”
“I’m fine. This much won’t kill me.”
“How do you know that? People are so fragile. You can die from a hole much smaller than this.”
“There’s no hole, so I won’t die. I’m all right. As soon as my Mana recovers, I’ll use Healing Magic. That’ll be that.”
“…okay.”
He finally settled down at the mention of Healing Magic, though he still wouldn’t let me move.
“But how did you even get here?”
“I followed you.”
Fession looked at me as though that were obvious.
“……?”
He followed me to this dangerous place on purpose?
“Didn’t you see the letter I left saying I was going to look for my father and come back?”
“I saw it.”
“And you followed me anyway?!”
Was this idiot insane?
“Do you know what this place is?!”
“It’s Gairen.”
“It’s not just Gairen.”
“I was going to investigate anyway, so it’s fine.”
“What kind of kingdom sends its Crown Prince on such a dangerous mission?! You just bullheadedly insisted on coming, didn’t you?!”
My guess seemed accurate—Fession clamped his mouth shut, but his expression suggested he thought he’d done nothing wrong at all, which made my head throb.
“Arelin came here even knowing it was dangerous.”
“That’s different. I came because Father is supposed to be here…….”
“I came because you are here.”
His offhand reply that his reason was self-evident left me speechless.
What am I supposed to do with this boy?
“Are those the same thing?”
“To me, they are.”
Fession gripped my hand tightly. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of pale blue energy and flinched, but then Fession warned me gravely.
“Don’t even think about leaving me behind and going anywhere. I’ll chase after you wherever you go.”
“What?”
“Even if you went to hell itself, I’d chase you to the end of it.”
“What did I ever do to deserve that?”
At my bewildered murmur, Fession’s eyes curved into a smile.
‘Does he think being pretty excuses everything?’
When I glared at him in frustration, he tilted his cheek against my hand and stretched his eyes pathetically.
I knew full well it was an act designed to make him look pitiful! I knew it!
“Ugh.”
I lost.
Maybe being beautiful… was everything after all…….

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My original plan had been simple: the moment Fession arrived, I’d head straight to where I’d stashed Luca, safely retrieve him (?), and then return to the Magic Tower.
“Not until your wounds heal.”
But Fession insisted I couldn’t move until I’d been treated, which set us back.
The instant my Mana recovered, I treated the worst of my wounds first. Only after seeing the bleeding stop did Fession allow me to move.
“I could carry you.”
“You don’t know when monsters might appear.”
“Still…….”
“You have to listen to me, don’t you?”
He still looked displeased, but Fession nodded.
Under the condition that I wouldn’t push him away, he’d agreed to listen to me except in emergencies—and watching him now, I could almost see traces of his younger self.
‘Has he really changed completely?’
As Fession scanned the surroundings and turned his head, our eyes met. Had I been staring at him too intently?
At the sight of him grinning, I cleared my throat.
“If you’re going to look, you can stare outright.”
“I wasn’t looking at you.”
“I wasn’t looking at you?”
“Well, I mean…….”
Anywhere he stood became a painting, so my eyes couldn’t help but wander. When I looked his way, he smiled knowingly.
“I won’t let anyone else, but you—you can look all you want.”
I shouldn’t feel good hearing that.
“Why can’t anyone else?”
“It bothers me.”
“Does it bother you when I look?”
“No. I’d actually like it if you kept looking. Every day, all day long…….”
“Won’t you get tired of it?”
“Do you think my face would ever get boring?”
At his question, I narrowed my eyes in thought.
“No. I don’t think it would.”
Fession’s delighted laughter rippled out. He’s been smiling constantly since we met again.
“So you can keep looking at me.”
“All right.”
“And you can touch me whenever you want.”
“Um…….”
That sounded a little suggestive.
My face heated at the word “touch,” and Fession tilted his head.
“What were you imagining?”
“I wasn’t imagining anything at all!”
As I took a step back, Fession laughed and followed me.
“Why are you embarrassed? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you didn’t say anything wrong, but I’m just not mentally prepared yet……!”
“Prepared for what?”
“There’s no such thing as being prepared for that!”
It’s not that I dislike it! It’s not that I dislike it!
The earnest Fession from moments before had vanished, leaving only this one with sparkling eyes trailing after me.
“Why? Do you hate me touching you?”
“No, why are we suddenly talking about touching?! Why did the subject jump there?!”
“You were touching me just now though.”
“When did I ever touch you?!”
“My hand!”
“Oh.”
I did hold his hand, but did that count as touching?
I wanted to protest, but Fession had me caught in his logic. This feeling of losing the argument.
“Arelin, do you hate when I touch you?”
“No, it’s not that I hate it exactly…….”
“There’s something I want to touch too.”
“So this was what you really wanted?”
How dare he toy with me?
I fixed him with a glare, and Fession burst out laughing.
This boy who’d been wearing such ominous airs just moments ago was now laughing like that, and without meaning to, my heart softened.
Right. How could I ever win against you?
I exhaled a light sigh and asked Fession.
“So what do you want to touch?”
“Your lips, Arelin.”
“What?”
Without waiting for my permission, Fession reached for my lips.
Silence descended. All I could hear was my own breathing, while the sensation of someone else’s fingers grazing my lips was utterly indescribable.
Every hair on my body stood on end, and I felt myself tense in a way I couldn’t comprehend.
Then Fession murmured in a voice far too low.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you for a while now.”

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