Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 62

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Episode 62

The notorious little devils of Sperom.
The moment Ciel and Noel arrived at Halbern Manor—the place they’d been longing to visit—they lost themselves entirely.
“Wha—!”
“No way—!”
The paintings, sculptures, and ornaments hanging in the hallways, corridors, and chambers of the manor—spaces Arelin normally passed through without a second glance—had seized their attention so completely that their eyes literally glazed over.
“Such a precious treasure here?!”
At every step, extraordinary treasures that stole the breath caught their eye, scattered and hung about as if they were nothing.
So this was Halbern?
Sperom Manor didn’t even come close!

“Halbern Manor is itself an immense treasure.”

The words the Duke of Sperom had once boasted proved exact.
Ciel and Noel felt the full weight of his claim.
“Noel, I think I could die happy here today.”
“Ciel. Me too.”
Ciel’s voice trembled, and tears glistened at the corners of Noel’s eyes.
Their Golden Eyes flashed brilliantly, instantly calculating the value of every object in sight.
The numbers that appeared were breathtaking.
“I want to die here.”
Ciel declared it.
“Same.”
Noel agreed.
“Absolutely not.”
Only Arelin objected, her expression turning stern.

* * *

“Who’s come to visit?”
“The Sperom twins.”
Mehren set down the papers he’d been reviewing.
“…And what brings them here?”
“They say they’ve come to help Miss Arelin prepare for the Friendship Exchange Tea Party.”
Mehren released a heavy sigh.
That very tea party—the chief culprit draining the already-exhausted Mehren of energy and leaving the skin beneath his eyes hollow—had become his personal nightmare.
Mehren frowned at the Magic Communication Device in his hand, which still hadn’t connected to the Northern Castle.
“Why won’t anyone answer?”
He’d attempted connection through every available means—not just the direct line, but every channel—yet the Northern Castle remained silent.
Under normal circumstances, he might’ve assumed a Monster Wave had arrived, but Mehren’s patience had long since evaporated.
“Have you sent an invitation?”
“Yes. Still, since he’s the father, we thought it improper to omit him, so we included him on the guest list. The imperial court should send the formal invitation.”
An invitation from the imperial court would be official enough, but nothing reassured him like delivering the news in person.
Even though he’d already sent both the date of the tea party and a detailed recorded message to the Northern Castle Communication Device, he kept calling—again and again.
‘Damn it all.’
After the last contact, he’d thought the man might’ve finally grown into someone decent. But no—he’d reverted to form immediately.
Mehren made no effort to hide the resentment that had accumulated over these hours.
“Dilun.”
“Yes, Mehren.”
“I’ve decided—I must kill that bastard Valre. Someday. Without fail.”
“Your murderous intent grows deeper by the day.”
Dilun smiled wistfully, watching Mehren—who no longer even bothered to call him ‘my lord’ anymore.
Crackle.
Finally, the Magic Communication Device, worn down by overuse, shattered in Mehren’s furious grip.
Witnessing the gruesome scene, Dilun calmly retrieved a fresh device from his pocket and handed it over.
“Here you are.”
The unfortunate truth was that in the past three days alone, more than twenty Communication Devices had been destroyed this way.
“I’ll need to place another order.”
Dilun casually requisitioned expensive magical equipment in bulk under the pretext of supplies for the Halbern Duke’s residence.
[Purchase List: Magic Communication Device_Installation Model_Maximum Output_All-Frequency Compatible ×50 units]
Such extravagance knew no bounds.
‘Well, it’s all the Grand Duke’s fault anyway.’
Dilun blamed Valre for the reckless spending of the estate without a shred of guilt.

* * *

“My apologies.”
The man—introducing himself as Sperom’s steward and the twins’ dedicated caretaker—bowed his head before me.
“Browning, you need to bow deeper!”
“Browning, apologize more respectfully!”
The twins, far from admitting fault themselves, stood beside him critiquing his posture and tone.
“This is the proper angle, Browning!”
“You’re playing the role of apologizing on our behalf.”
“And we don’t even know why we’re sorry!”
“…It’s because of you two.”
These shameless brats.
After I’d gathered up the rampaging twins and brought them into the Reception Room, the Sperom servants who’d been wandering about looking lost finally found their peace.
Watching the servants execute a proper apology and follow-up restoration with practiced efficiency, I felt a fresh wave of admiration.
“You two truly are embarrassing young masters wherever you go.”
“Us, embarrassing?”
“No, that’s not what I—”
And now they were actually going to press the issue.
Ciel’s eyes narrowed.
“You hesitated a little.”
“We felt you hold back.”
“So we’re embarrassing?”
“Why are you doing this to us?”
These little demons.
“Stop pestering me and come here.”
“Yay!”
“Yay! Hehe.”
Watching the twins return like well-trained dogs, I found myself sighing deeply.
“These hopeless ones cause you so much trouble.”
“Sob. Sniff.”
What on earth had I done to these kind people that one comment would make them cry?
“Wow, she’s crying.”
“Did Arelin do something bad?”
The twins blinked their angelic eyes while projecting complete innocence—’We have no idea’—and it was genuinely irritating.
“You’re the ones who did something bad.”
The twins adopted expressions of perfect righteousness.
The look was so pure and untouched by worldly sin that, knowing the truth, I found myself on the verge of believing them anyway—and I clicked my tongue.
Today I learned something new.
The twins were scoundrels.
And quite deeply shaded ones at that.
“Oh! The Master Painter Grander’s The Tenth Moon!”
“Is that The Third Moon?”
“No way! Two works from the Grander Moon Series—his final masterpieces before death—hanging side by side like this!”
“You can see the exact brushwork from three hundred years ago. No doubt about it! It’s genuine!”
Barely had I greeted them before the twins’ attention wandered elsewhere entirely.
“My apologies.”
Browning bowed again.
The Sperom servants’ faces darkened in real time, but the twins remained cheerfully oblivious.
“Arelin.”
“Arelin.”
“What?”
“Can’t you give us this?”
“No.”
I took the small sculpture from Ciel’s hand.
“Whimper.”
“Cuteness won’t work.”
“Whine.”
“Pouting won’t work.”
“Squeal!”
“Looking adorable won’t work either. Now scram.”
Noel thrust out his lower lip.
“You’re too strong, Arelin!”
“Is your heart made of steel?”
“Ordinary protein cells, I’m afraid.”
Their angelic faces trembled in what should have been touching, but knowing it was the Beauty Charm at work, I could only snort.
Spending every day with Fession, whose beauty rivals the Heavenly Realm itself, meant this level of charm simply didn’t register.
“Why didn’t you tell us you had such incredible things in your home?”
“Arelin, that’s mean!”
Why would I…ever need to…tell you two…about that?
“Hey! Don’t touch the decorations!”
“Oops, caught us!”
“Ciel, you said nobody was watching!”
“I thought they weren’t looking.”
The moment my gaze grew sharp, the twins began shifting blame.
“Ciel suggested it. It’s not my fault. It’s Ciel’s fault.”
“That’s not true! Noel brought it up first.”
These hopeless fools.
This won’t do.
“Stop making excuses and let’s head to the Reception Room. You’re guests, not appraisers.”
“But—!”
“There’s—!”
“Aw.”
“Whimper.”
The twins made sad expressions with their angelic faces.
“Tsk. Want to be thrown out?”
That final trump card—the authority of the homeowner—finally broke their will.

* * *

Once the twins were firmly in hand, they surprisingly began the meeting without fuss.
“We prepared everything for Arelin!”
The Sperom Commercial Association had brought all manner of sample goods, which now filled the Reception Room.
It looked as though they’d ransacked an entire department store.
“All of this is from your commercial association?”
“Yeah! Weren’t you glad we came to meet with us?”
I watched the twins’ proud faces and shrugged.
But the samples filling the Reception Room were…beyond excessive.
“If it’s this much, wouldn’t it have been faster if I just went to your manor?”
“Probably so?”
“That would’ve been faster, right?”
“So why did you come here instead?”
The twins exchanged a meaningful smile, their eyes glinting.
“Because we wanted to see!
“Halbern Manor!”
The twins grinned like villains who’d successfully executed their evil plan.
What are these shameless brats doing.

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