Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

“Sword Master? You’re going to make me a Sword Master?”
“That’s the final goal! And you know what? Once you become a Sword Master, you might get healthier!”
“I can’t even run. What Sword Master?”
“That’s why it’s a goal.”
Feshion grinned and urged me to turn the page.
“I prepared something special for Arelin, who’s basically the weakest of the weak.”
I wasn’t entirely satisfied, but I checked the plan dutifully.
“First, I think the most urgent thing is Arelin’s stamina.”
“Stamina?”
“Your body aside, the main issue is that you barely move. You should take a walk every day, shouldn’t you?”
“Who takes a walk every single day?”
“Right here.”
“Oh.”
I’d just spouted nonsense in front of someone who does intense training every day.
“Anyway, I think the priority is building up your basic stamina. So I prepared this!”
I’d learned something from the recent incident too.
That with this body, my survival rate wasn’t 0%—it might be negative ten thousand percent.
I was studying the plan carefully now that I understood it somewhat.
On the surface, it looked reasonable.
Walking and light posture correction.
Just an ordinary exercise routine.
The problem, though…
Seven times a week? Every single day?
“Are you sure about this?”
“Exercise can’t skip a single day!”
Feshion spoke with rigorous, solemn seriousness.
“No, wait—muscles need time to recover…”
“That’s why we’re not doing high-intensity training every day! This kind of movement has to be daily to build aerobic endurance.”
“…”
There was no way out of this.
“What are you trying to turn me into?”
“A healthy person!”
“And what are you going to do with a healthy person?”
“That’s…”
Feshion’s cheeks flushed, whatever he’d been thinking.
“I’ll tell you once Arelin gets healthy.”
He clenched his fist with determination, speaking as though he’d just resolved something.
“Oh, um.”
Watching him get embarrassed made me feel a little embarrassed too.
“But do I really have to do all of this?”
“Yes.”
“Really? Not missing a single day?”
“You need to get healthy.”
Feshion spoke firmly, as if my health were the most important task in the world.
“I’ll definitely make you healthy!”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
What could possibly go wrong?
And now.
I was deeply regretting that past decision.
Remember: never say never—it’ll come back to haunt you.

* * *

He was a demon.
“Arelin, if you’re already struggling with just this much walking, what are we going to do?”
I’d summoned a demon.
“I’m exhausted. I think I’m dying. My legs won’t work. Is this the afterlife?”
“No, Arelin. You’re still alive. And we haven’t even reached halfway to our goal. Come on, let’s keep going!”
“No way, I’ve hit my limit. I can’t do any more. I’m going to collapse!”
“You’ll be fine. This won’t make you collapse, and even if it does, that’s okay. You see Halbern and the physician over there, right? They’ll help right away if you faint. Trust me!”
“Save me…”
“Come on, let’s go. You can do this!”
My cheeks were burning bright red, and I could barely speak between gasping for breath.
I made an X with both my arms to show my stubborn refusal, but…
“What? You want to go faster? You’re that eager?! Alright, let’s go!”
That cheerful demon wasn’t listening.
This is hell.
A hell created to punish someone who hasn’t walked three thousand steps a day!
“Come on, Arelin. Breathe. You can do this. Let’s just do five more laps!”
“What?!”
If this is truly hell anyway…
I’m going to kill him and move on to a different hell.

* * *

Sadly, the crown prince’s assassination attempt ended in failure.
“Haha! Is this a new game, Arelin?”
“Just die.”
“I can’t. I still have so much I want to do with Arelin.”
“…”
Why did I ever think I wanted to trust this bastard?
If I ever go back in time, I’m never opening that door again.
“I’ll come back tomorrow!”
“Don’t come!”
“Okay! I miss you! Should I just sleep here?”
“No, go.”
“Tch. Then I’ll come early tomorrow!”
“Come late.”
“Okay! I know what you really want!”
“What do you know?”
“You like me, Arelin.”
“Ha. You’ve lost your mind.”
“There! You’re embarrassed!”
Feshion laughed cheerfully.
“I’ll come early tomorrow! Sleep well!”
Don’t even bother arguing.

* * *

That evening, after Feshion left.
Meheun looked down at me, the piece of gum stuck to his side as always.
I was so exhausted I sprawled across the floor, clinging to my legs with both arms.
“Shouldn’t you rest in your room?”
“I’m healing.”
“That’s precisely why you should—”
“I’m healing.”
Meheun sighed.
“This is harddddd…”
My voice came out slurred and unclear as I whimpered about how exhausted I was. Finally, Meheun surrendered.
“Let’s get you up, Miss.”
“Are you throwing me out?”
I made a pitiful expression.
I looked so pathetic that Meheun laughed despite himself.
“No, Miss. I need to look at some documents in your room.”
“Is that okay?”
“I can’t leave you like this.”
“Hm.”
“So let’s get up.”
“Carry me.”
I complained that I didn’t have the strength to even move a finger.
Watching me act spoiled in such an uncharacteristic way, Meheun chuckled and lifted me into his arms.
With his free hand, he gathered just the urgent documents and left the office.
“Is this really okay?”
“Yes. You’re more important, Miss.”
My expression brightened and I smiled widely—a radiant smile as brilliant as the sun, just as Feshion the crown prince once described it.
“Oh! Miss’s spoiled side!”
“Ugh. Why do you always get to spoil Meheun…”
“What about us?! Give us your spoiled side too!”
I heard the Childcare Unit grumbling as we passed, but Meheun ignored them.
“Yawn.”
Arriving at my room.
As I lay sprawled across the bed yawning, I reached out with one arm and grabbed Meheun’s arm.
It was so funny and cute that I thought I should save this to the Recording Device and send it to the Northern Region later.
‘It would be good for bragging.’
I already knew that everyone in the Saren Knights stationed in the Northern Region had become a devoted fan of Arelin.
It would be perfect for teasing them.
“Do you enjoy reading documents?”
Arelin asked slowly, blinking sleepily but somehow still awake.
“No, I just remembered something funny.”
“So you’re human after all.”
“…”
Meheun reached out and stroked Arelin’s hair.
“Miss.”
“Call me by my name. Like when I was a baby.”
“…Arelin.”
The more spoiled she became, the more he realized he’d been holding something back all this time, and it came pouring out—which made Meheun feel oddly bitter.
“Can’t you sleep?”
“I was never good at sleeping.”
“Is there something worrying you?”
“Just… there are a lot of things on my mind.”
Arelin rolled her eyes and added briefly.
“And I’m not used to exercise yet.”
“I see.”
Arelin shifted her position and pressed herself closer against Meheun.
“Do you think the same? That exercise will really cure my illness?”
“…It’s hard to say.”
Meheun’s gaze deepened.
Still not knowing the cause of the illness, the reason for the seizures, or even the name of the disease that continued to progress—only barely suppressing the symptoms visible on the surface.
How could this not be frustrating?
“But if you become healthier than you are now, the odds of living longer might improve.”
“Hmm. I see.”
Arelin asked playfully.
“Would you like me to live a long time?”
“Yes.”
An instant answer without a moment’s hesitation.
Arelin seemed genuinely touched.
“Mom!”
“…”
Meheun answered with a sigh, looking at her teasing expression.
“Yes.”
Arelin giggled and squeezed Meheun’s arm tightly.
“Then I’ll try harder, since that’s what you want.”
“That’s good of you.”
“I’ve always been good.”
Too good, actually—that was the problem.
As Arelin closed her eyes again with those murmurs, Meheun finally asked the question he’d been holding back all this time.
“There’s one thing I’d like to ask.”
“What is it?”
The rose-tinted eyes meeting his seemed deeper than ever today. His throat felt dry; swallowing hard, Meheun began.
“Do you… do you not miss your father?”
A question he’d never dared ask before, afraid of causing hurt.
Had there been some internal change during that recent video call with his lord? As Meheun tensed and fell silent…
“Mom’s here, so why would I need him?”
Arelin tilted her head.
“I’m fine as long as you’re here.”
“I see.”
In that moment, Meheun couldn’t decide whether to feel relieved or heartbroken.

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