Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

Sperom’s twins first became aware of Arelin not long after the gathering began.
“Ciel, there’s the Young Lady of Halbern here.”
“Oh, Halbern?”
The Young Lady of Halbern, counted first among the Five Great Dukedoms.
For twins who drifted from place to place in pursuit of anything curious and amusing, a spark of interest was natural.
What was Halbern?
Was it not a dukedom shrouded in secrets and mysteries?
What sort of girl would be the Young Lady of such a house? How curious and interesting might she be?
Swollen with anticipation, the twins caught sight of her in person—and were immediately deflated.
“Is that really the Halbern Young Lady?”
Contrary to their expectation that she would be unique and somehow abnormal, the “real Halbern Young Lady” was quiet and well-mannered.
In fact, she was so quiet and well-mannered that other children overlooked and ignored her.
“Maybe Noel got it wrong?”
“No, everyone confirmed it was her.”
“She’s so ordinary.”
“Far too ordinary.”
The twins were disappointed.
“Boring.”
“No fun at all.”
They’d expected something interesting to unfold, but what was this?
After that, the Halbern Young Lady faded swiftly from the twins’ memory.
They took notice again only when the name “Arelin” was mentioned from Fession’s lips.
A girl Fession was interested in?
A new card to play against His Highness.
That was all Arelin meant to the twins’ newly refreshed impression of her.
Sperom’s twins, craftily enough, harbored not the slightest interest in Arelin until then.
Everything shifted the moment they happened to see Arelin in Fession’s company.
“Huh?”
It began with Ciel.
Ciel rubbed both eyes and looked ahead again.
“What the—?”
His golden irises flared with light, revealing an impossible result.
“What is this…?”
With the fall of the ancient gods and the end of myth, traces of the old Miracles and Divine Powers were found only in ruins or forgotten divine realms. Yet in the age of magic and man, there existed remarkable abilities that resembled the Divine Portents of gods.
The Golden Eye was one such power—it had made Sperom the empire’s greatest mercantile house and enabled the family to command imperial wealth across generations.
Ciel’s Golden Eye was the Eye That Shows Value.
It revealed the worth of anything and anyone it perceived—
“What’s wrong, Ciel?”
Noel reacted to Ciel’s rare expression. He followed Ciel’s gaze without thinking and found Arelin at its end.
And then.
“Huh?”
The same situation repeated itself.
Noel’s Golden Eye was the Eye That Shows Danger.
Its comprehensive ability regarding danger was akin to a kind of foresight—useful for filtering out dangerous individuals or evading natural disasters.
Yet—
“Noel, you too?”
“What? You mean you also, Ciel?”
Faced with a situation never before encountered, the twins froze with stupid expressions on their faces.
It was a “peculiar circumstance” they had never experienced in their lives.
“It changed.”
“It’s different from the last time I looked.”
[Arelin Sigria Halbern]
[Value: 5]
A commonplace figure unremarkable in any way—insignificant enough that compared to Halbern’s reputation, the value was far too low.
[Arelin Sigria Halbern]
[Danger Level: 23]
Likewise, the danger level Noel perceived was a figure too low to warrant concern.
But then—
[Arelin Sigria Halbern]
[Value: —]
It changed.
[Arelin Sigria Halbern]
[Danger Level: ℃₰￡]
Impossibly, bewilderingly.
“?”
This was the real moment Sperom’s twins began to truly “perceive” Arelin.
This was why they began to fasten onto her so insistently.

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There was no precedent for a person’s value or danger level changing like this.
Even when something transcendent influenced such changes, the numbers could ultimately be converted into figures.
So Ciel and Noel could not easily make sense of this situation.
“This is utterly unprecedented…”
Even their father, Duke Sperom, who rushed over at once, could not easily answer.
“It must be because she’s from Halbern.”
And so he concluded simply.
“Father, is that all you have to say?”
“Does just saying ‘Halbern’ make it the end of discussion?”
In the face of the twins’ discontent, Duke Sperom’s attitude remained consistent.
“You two don’t understand Halbern.”
The notion that Halbern could be such that anything strange happening was merely expected—this logic seemed stranger still to the twins.
The twins resolved to search for the cause among themselves.
“What could be the reason?”
“Did Arelin’s personality change?”
“The Golden Eye reacts to something that slight?”
“But we never saw what her personality was like before anyway.”
“Right? We just assume it changed because other children said it did.”
“That’s true.”
In any case, this unprecedented situation piqued the twins’ curiosity, and investigating Arelin was a delight.
No matter how they poked at her, she showed varied responses. That kept them entertained at every moment.
“Arelin is susceptible to kindness!”
“And she seems to like Harun.”
“Why does she dislike us?”
“Though she doesn’t keep her distance despite supposedly disliking us.”
“So she doesn’t actually dislike us either, right?!”
“His Highness seemed bothered by us a lot though.”
The twins had lived too freely to be discouraged merely because someone disliked or was bothered by them.
Rather, their competitive spirits kindled toward Arelin, who refused to yield her affection easily.
“We absolutely will be friends!”
“Just you wait—best friends number one will be ours.”
Someone they could cling to and play with regardless of house or value.
For twins accustomed to calculations and numbers, this was strange and fresh.
Perhaps that was why.
They showed goodwill so contrary to their nature.
That they stepped forward purely for someone’s sake without boasting to them or seeking to entangle anything—all of it was for that reason.
“Why do you two like me?”
The twins thought Arelin was, rather, adorable.
‘That expression of hers—liking something but suspicious because she doesn’t know the purpose…’
‘…brazenly wearing it while on guard.’
Even if they wanted to pretend ignorance, how could they do so when she carried on like that?
“Ciel, it really seems like Arelin needs us.”
“Doesn’t it? I think so too, Noel.”
The twins giggled together at their own joke.

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Mehren exhaled a sigh.
It was but a moment before peeling the twins off himself, yet first he had to deal with the nonsense he’d just overheard.
“Please convey to Duke Sperom that the Young Lady has no need for male interest.”
Sperom’s little money demons were not called “little demons” for nothing—they showed no sadness at Mehren’s refusal.
Rather, they savored their father’s misfortune.
“Ha ha! Father struck out!”
“Father will be heartbroken!”
A response worthy of demons who fed on others’ despair and sorrow.
“But Father really does like Mehren, you know.”
“Mehren is so cruel!”
Mehren let out a contemptuous laugh.
“He does not like me—he likes the numbers he sees in me.”
The current Duke Sperom’s Golden Eye was the Eye That Sees Talent, and nearly every talent in the Albrecht Empire had some direct or indirect connection to House Sperom.
Only Mehren had escaped that grasp.
“Father said Mehren was the very best.”
“The highest talent he’d ever perceived.”
That the highest talent was not within his grasp!
Unable to bear this fact, Duke Sperom had been sending love calls to Mehren from the time he was a young duke until now.
“I am aware that I am the highest.”
Of course, Mehren rejected each offer as it came. A contract slave is a contract slave, whether here or there.
Having dealt with the twins adequately, Mehren’s eyes sought out his little chick.
“Arel.”
The moment his gaze met Arelin’s, who sat quietly, his eyes curved gently with warmth.
“Mehren—!”
At the sight of Arelin running toward him with delight, pitter-patter, Mehren found himself smiling without conscious thought.
As he pulled the small frame into his embrace, the stress he’d endured all day melted away in an instant.
How such a cute angel had come from that demonic master of his—it baffled him.
“Did the twins bother you?”
“No.”
“If the twins trouble you, tell me anytime.”
Arelin laughed softly.
“Will you scold them if I tell you?”
“Yes.”
At his firm answer, Arelin’s smile bloomed radiant—entirely different from the one she wore with the twins.
Witnessing all of this up close, Sperom’s twins stood transfixed with wonder.
“Arelin laughed.”
“I’ve never seen Mehren smile like that before.”
“Is this a dream? Noel, am I dreaming right now?”
“Ow! Ciel, this is not a dream.”
The twins, who had been pinching each other’s cheeks to verify, stared once more at Arelin laughing beside Mehren, dumbfounded.
“The twins have been very helpful.”
“Is that so? That’s a relief.”
“I don’t think I need to worry.”
At her reassuring reply, Mehren’s expression grew ambiguous.
And thus.
The long-awaited day of the tea party arrived.

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