Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 261

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261
Episode

“You’re really going in there, Arelin?”
Luca, overwhelmed by the sheer desolation of what had once been Halbern Manor, glanced at me with concern.
“Of course I am.”
I hadn’t expected it to be in such a state. I was genuinely startled.
“After the Grand Duke of Halbern vanished and the manor was sealed, no one has been able to enter. Even the treasure hunters who tried never came back out.”
Luca’s face was full of worry as he tried to dissuade me. But I already knew that much.
That’s precisely why ugly rumors had spread—there was a scene in the original where Fession and Chloe came to Halbern Manor with Harun.
‘Chloe got something good back then. What was it again?’
Ah, well. I’ll find out once I’m inside.
“If you’re not coming, stay here.”
“Wait, Arelin!”
“If you’re coming, keep quiet and follow.”
I stepped over the crumbling wall past the sign marked “No Entry,” and Luca, who’d been fidgeting on the spot until then, hurried after me.
“Aah! There’s a monster over there!”
“?”
He shrieked at empty air the moment we crossed the threshold, startling me unnecessarily.
“Get a grip. Stay close to me. Look again—do you actually see a monster?”
“Huh? Uh… no… what? What’s happening?”
“You saw an illusion. It’s common Illusion Magic for estate security.”
“But some places do use actual monsters as guards!”
“This isn’t one of them, so stop panicking.”
My own home was already falling to pieces anyway, and I didn’t need him adding to my distress.
“But how are you so calm about this, Arelin?”
“I’m a Star-rank Mage.”
“Oh, wow… truly blessed by the stars.”
Luca’s eyes gleamed as he looked at me. Though truthfully, it had more to do with being Halbern than being a Star-rank Mage.
‘So it carries over to this world too.’
I must have harbored some doubt about it working here.
‘So I’m confirming once more that I have Halbern blood running through me.’
This should be a world where I was dead, yet nothing was amiss—which felt strangely unsettling.
“Oh, what’s that…?”
As we moved toward the Annex Building, Luca spotted something and guided me toward it.
The white marble pavilion in the center of the garden was a structure I’d never seen before.
Unlike the other buildings—rusted and crumbling—this stone structure stood pristine, as though freshly built.
“Wow, what is this? It really is a duke’s mansion—they have everything here. Wait… is that a stone coffin?”
Inside the pavilion stood a small stone coffin alongside a large tombstone.

『 Arelin Sigria of Halbern, here lies at rest 』

“Wait? Arelin? What? Arelin…?”
Luca stared at me blankly, his eyes clouded with confusion.
I ignored the anxious Luca as though I’d sensed something, and examined the grave with its obvious marks of meticulous construction.
A tomb for a noble girl who hadn’t even lived to seven—yet lavished with extraordinary care.
Not a speck of dust gathered on the coffin or stone. Lilies overflowed in profusion, their blooms unfaded, releasing a fragrance still thick with life.
All of it sustained by the collaboration of Permanent Preservation Magic and Blessing Magic.
“Hah.”
It was an astounding sight.
Even the royal family wouldn’t do something like this. Why would Father place my grave here in the first place?
My head pounded.
Did Father truly seal off the entire manor after I died? What was he thinking? Then again, his behavior had been full of things I couldn’t understand anyway.
‘Why has he been searching for the Ruins?’
Was that connected to his disappearance? They seemed unrelated, yet something nagged at me.
A vague intuition that this was linked to Father’s sudden vanishing.
I was lost in thought, furrowing my brow, when Luca broke my reverie.
“…It seems the Grand Duke loved his daughter very much.”
“Does it look that way?”
“Yes. I remember hearing terrible rumors about him, but seeing this… I can feel it now.”
That Father loved me…
“I suppose so.”
The thought stirred memories of Father. Our first meeting, alone. Even though we lived in the same manor, I’d been too indifferent to care, so running into him had been awkward.
What had Father said to me back then?

“Why, does it bother you that someone you’ve never met before is calling himself your father?”

A laugh escaped me unbidden.
He was, in every way, an unfatherly man. I hadn’t thought of him as father back then either.
‘He was like an elder then, not a father.’
Longing suddenly washed over me.
“I miss Father.”
“What?”
“I said I miss him.”
Luca stared at me as though bewildered by the sudden mention of a father, but my thoughts had already shifted to the father wandering lost in this world, bereaved of me.
Now that I thought about it, Master had once asked me something.
Whether my reluctance to search for my biological father might stem from Father himself.
‘Maybe that’s the real reason.’
Perhaps Father alone was enough for me.
“You stay here, Luca.”
“What? Why?”
“Where I’m going next, you cannot follow.”
I truly wanted to see Father. To do that, I needed to fulfill my purpose for coming here.

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Halbern’s Secret Library.
I’d worried the change in worlds might prevent my entry, but my fears proved groundless. I entered the library just as easily as I had the manor itself.
Halbern was Halbern, no matter the world.
The real problem was something else.
“Mac! Hello? Is anyone there—?”
Mac, the Dream Sprite who maintained this library, was nowhere to be found.
“What is this? Why isn’t he appearing?”
The absence of the small elephant I’d expected to greet me left me deeply unsettled.
While I knew the library’s layout, Mac’s disappearance seemed to carry the same weight as the destruction of Halbern Manor itself.
“Why is this place like this too?”
Without the Dream Sprite, the library had become warped—some sections blackened as if gnawed away, others shattered into fragments, and still others bunched together like kneaded clay.
I was wondering whether I could even reach Father’s study safely when it happened.
A faint hum.
The Holy Relic, which had lain dormant except when I faced Father, began to glow and illuminate a path forward. It was as though guiding me.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a mass-produced Holy Relic? Why is it working so well?”
The Regent Duke had been suspicious when he gave it to me—was it actually a genuine Holy Relic?
“Well, that seems unlikely.”
Making a mental note to purchase another from the Holy Temple if needed, I followed the relic’s light until I reached Father’s study, now crumbling to dust.
The vast expanse and overwhelming collection of books, as always…
‘Why does Father have so many books?’
It was the same question I’d asked every time I came here, and I felt it again as I reached for a volume.
A gentle hum—then sudden brilliance.
“What?”
The pendant, which had been emitting a soft glow, suddenly blazed with overwhelming light and enveloped the entire study.
Startled by the sudden brightness, I shut my eyes, and when I opened them again, a different landscape greeted me.
“This is…?”
More than half of the books that had been empty now bore titles written in unfamiliar script.
And, as always.
I could read every title.
《Regression, 1st Cycle—Year 5321》
《Regression, 232nd Cycle—Year 5321》
《Regression, 42nd Cycle—Year 5321》
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《Regression, 5214th Cycle—Year 5321》
Regression beginning at a specific point in time, cycles stacking upon cycles.
From year 5321 to year 5336.
The number of volumes in each cycle was never the same. Sometimes four, sometimes six years worth, sometimes spanning fifteen years.
As though to suggest Father had never lived the same life twice.
“Ah.”
My mind blanked, and my hand flew to cover my mouth without thinking.
I looked up, turning to survey the shelves around me.
Books that had been blank, utterly white—now bore similar titles, arranged in chaotic disorder across the shelves.
“What is this…?”
My father was a Regressor?

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