Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 50

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Episode 50

Who has time for tests and nonsense like that?
“Why not?!”
“Why won’t you?!”
The twins protested.
“Well…….”
Who wants their best friend status validated by someone else? And through a test, no less, with people other than the person themselves?
‘But this kind of logical persuasion won’t work on them.’
And more than anything!
I don’t want to be recognized as Pesion’s best friend in the first place!
What even is that? I don’t understand why I should be recognized as such, and what’s the benefit anyway?
‘I’d just attract jealousy.’
“In any case, I refuse. I absolutely refuse.”
At my blunt refusal, the twins clung to me with disbelieving expressions.
“I can’t believe it. You don’t want to be the Crown Prince’s best friend?”
“You don’t want to be recognized as the Crown Prince’s best friend?!”
“Right, I’m not doing it.”
“You weren’t aiming for the Crown Prince’s best friend position?”
“It’s not an honor we give to just anyone, you know?!”
“Right, I’m not aiming for it. You two can have it all you want.”
I simply wanted them to invite me so I could be rescued from Pesion’s exercise hell with a friend.
“This makes no sense!”
“This is impossible!”
Ciel and Noel were devastated.
I tried to peel them away, but somehow they only clung tighter.
“This can’t be! A human without ambition! A human without the desire for recognition!”
“Could it be that Arelin isn’t human at all?!”
“Why wouldn’t I be human?”
I nearly changed species with a single word.
“You’re lying! Deep down, you really do want to be recognized as the Crown Prince’s best friend, don’t you?!”
“You want to pass our test, don’t you?!”
No, I’m looking for a friend.
“Since you’re special, especially you, we’ll make it 80% easier.”
“And I’ll give you a 20% bonus as well.”
“No thanks. I’m not taking it.”
“Why not?!”
Ciel and Noel clung to me, their golden eyes gleaming wetly.
“If you take the Crown Prince’s test, you automatically become our best friend too as a bonus!”
“Well, no. I’m not doing it.”
“This is ridiculous!”
Ciel sniffled.
“You don’t want to be our best friend?”
Noel’s voice wavered.
“We don’t offer this to just anyone. If you’re our best friend, you even get interest benefits from the Speleom Central Bank.”
The interest benefits were a little tempting.
My ears perked up before I caught myself. Wait—is that even allowed?
“Take the test!”
“No!”
“Just take it!”
“I said no!”
“We’ll make it really easy!”
“Look, I’m not taking it, okay?”
They seemed to be wearing themselves out trying to torment me with the test as an excuse, only to have me refuse. It was pitiful.
“Anyway, I’m busy. Go away!”
When I tried to shake them off, Ciel and Noel puffed out their cheeks and glared at me sulkily.
“Mark my words, Arelin.”
“We will become your best friends.”
“???”
Why such a sudden logical leap?
“Mark my words!”
“We’re going to make you recognize us as your best friends!”
The twins vanished with their villainous declaration of future best friendship.
“Sigh. This is ridiculous.”
I can’t keep up with how this is playing out.

* * *

The Friday Gathering, true to its purpose as a gathering for the Crown Prince’s childhood friends and acquaintances, was quite a relaxed affair.
Around forty children had gathered for various reasons around Crown Prince Pesion, and it was a place where they could each split off into their own groups to play.
So even though Harun had fled, exhausted from an unexpected struggle over seating, he wasn’t particularly worried about abandoning his spot.
“……?”
Not long after, Pesion appeared with a dark expression—something that had never happened before.
‘What happened in that short time?’
Pesion sat down next to Harun with an uncharacteristic shadow across his face.
Harun hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
“Harun.”
“Yeah?”
“When did you get close to Arelin?”
We didn’t get close. But he won’t believe the truth anyway.
“…Today, we just became friends.”
“Me? Or Arelin?”
Harun quietly broke into a cold sweat.
‘Should I run again?’
Why is Pesion doing this to me? Harun pondered quietly.
“Does that question even matter?”
“It does.”
“You.”
“Thanks, you passed.”
“Yeah.”
I passed, but I didn’t feel happy about it at all.
Harun decided that from now on, whenever he saw Arelin, he’d either avoid her or ignore her. This was too exhausting.
‘The twins are like that naturally anyway.’
But why was Pesion acting this way too?
Glance.
Even though he’d given the answer Pesion wanted, the Crown Prince’s expression remained shadowed and dark.
His beautiful face wasn’t obscured by that shadow, but Harun found it strange—he’d never seen Pesion look like this before.
‘Not even when the Emperor scolded him.’
Who on earth had done this to Pesion?
“Arelin doesn’t like me.”
As if reading Harun’s mind, Pesion muttered this.
Harun blinked quietly.
‘Should I comfort him?’
But what do I even say?
“Still.”
Pesion closed his lips before Harun could respond.
“I’m not giving up.”
Clenching his fists, Pesion glanced at Harun with determined eyes.
“I won’t lose to you, Harun.”
“?”
“Mark my words, Harun.”
“?”
Why, why is he doing this to me?
Harun felt wronged.
Just as Harun was about to protest—
“Harun, Harun~~!”
“Your Highness!”
Speleom’s twins came running over.
“Listen, Harun! So, get this—Arelin!”
“She refuses to be our best friend!”
“She won’t even be the Crown Prince’s best friend!”
“Can you believe that?!”
Pesion swallowed their fake news whole as they whined and pleaded.
“What? Then what about Harun’s best friend? Did she say yes?”
“We didn’t ask her about that.”
“Your Highness is curious about that?”
“Yeah. Very much so.”
Pesion nodded immediately.
“Then should Ciel go ask her?”
“Or should Noel go ask her?!”
The twins sprang into action excitedly.
Harun suddenly felt his life was in danger.
“I will!”
Without thinking, Harun raised his hand.
“I’ll ask her.”
While Speleom’s twins stared blankly with wide eyes at Harun’s uncharacteristic initiative, he strode into the building.
And when Harun came back out a short time later, he said—
“She said no.”
Fortunately, the twins and Pesion accepted this without further comment.
“Right! We said our best friend would refuse too!”
“And the Crown Prince’s best friend rejected us too!”
“Exactly.”
Harun quietly released a sigh of relief.
‘Thank goodness.’
The truth was, he hadn’t asked Arelin anything.
Harun just wanted peace.

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Meanwhile, the Great Hall was wrapped in a peculiar tension.
The cause was singular.
‘Arelin is alone.’
‘She’s been left alone.’
‘Finally, she’s alone.’
It was all because of Arelin, standing by herself.
Gulp.
The sound of someone swallowing could be heard. While the children played as usual in their familiar groups, everyone’s attention was secretly fixed on one spot.
When Pesion and the twins were nowhere to be seen.
All their thoughts were the same.
‘Should I approach her?’
‘Should I talk to her?’
‘Is now my chance?’
Yet for some reason, no one could easily speak to her or draw near.
The reason was simple.
‘That’s Arelin?’
The Arelin who had been at the very bottom of the social hierarchy at the Friday Gathering, weak and feeble without equal, now radiated a completely different aura.
They had all seen it clearly with their own eyes.
The way Arelin treated Crown Prince Pesion, treated the twins—coldly, without concession.
‘You go talk to her.’
‘No, you go talk to her.’
It was at that moment, while they were engaged in a game of passing the buck and avoiding eye contact—
“Miss Arelin.”
Finally, someone brave stepped forward.
“Hmm?”
Wavy chestnut hair and bright, lively green eyes sparkled clearly.
The other children’s faces drained of color as they recognized the one who had spoken to Arelin.
‘The Marquis of Belpart’s daughter!’
With Leslie’s appearance—the most likely candidate for the next Crown Princess—the hall suddenly grew cold, as if someone had splashed it with frigid water.
“I have one question. Would it be all right to ask?”
“What are you curious about?”
“What’s your relationship with the Crown Prince?”
At Leslie’s blunt question, children across the hall gasped in shock, clutching their chests.
Regardless of the commotion around them, Leslie’s green eyes remained fixed clearly on Arelin.
Arelin’s expression became strange.
“Why do you want to know that?”
“You seem to be close.”
“We seem to be close?”
Arelin’s expression twisted.
“Pesion is…….”
In that moment, the hallway fell silent, everyone holding their breath to listen to Arelin’s next words.
“Someone who manages, torments, and takes care of me from morning until night.”
A bomb had been dropped.
Everyone felt confused.
“……What, what?”
“My administrator of hell, I’d say.”

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