Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health - Chapter 67

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Episode 67

A flinch.
I’d been feeling like prey in a hunter’s sights.
Muebisc chuckled.
“?”
Then, as if it were nothing, he looked away. Whatever it was, the danger seemed to have passed.
“Phew…….”
As I exhaled a breath of relief without thinking, my eyes met those of a boy walking directly behind Muebisc.
“?”
Jet-black hair, eyes like pale ice blue. A boy who looked like Harun’s twin, except for the absence of a beauty mark on his right eye.
Harun’s older brother, and the Young Lord of House Muebisc.
‘Was his name Yohan?’
Their features were similar, but the atmosphere they radiated was completely different. When I flinched, Yohan’s gaze withdrew. His eyes had lost all interest.
‘He’s like a real cold beauty.’
It seemed I could no longer claim Harun reminded me of anyone else.
A realization struck me. Harun was cute precisely because he was soft and pliable.
Murmur, murmur.
While I was indulging in light self-reflection, the entrance grew noisy again.
This time, some nobles, scholars, and mages stood. They weren’t as loud as the knights had been, but more people had risen than before.
What was happening?
“Haha. Well, well. I heard there were many guests, and indeed I see many familiar faces. I’m grateful for the greetings, but I have some of my own to give.”
Pristine white hair, sharp golden eyes.
Even from a distance, I recognized without doubt the Duke Sperom.
‘Wow, Albrecht’s wealthiest man.’
My admiration at the entrance of the twins’ father and the richest man in the kingdom was brief.
‘Oh.’
My eyes met those of Duke Sperom.
“……?”
Duke Sperom’s eyes widened as he looked at me, and then he suddenly winked.
What was that?

* * *

As the master of the purse strings appeared—living proof of the empire’s ancient saying that Sperom’s fortune had a hand in every enterprise—the hall’s atmosphere took on a different fervor.
“Duke Sperom……!”
Mages of the Magic Tower, scholars of the Golden Tower, knights of the Knight Order, and respectable nobles all wished they could add one more word to their conversation with Duke Sperom.
An atmosphere entirely different from that which had accompanied Duke Muebisc’s entrance, received with reverence and awe.
Duke Sperom, as if accustomed to such attention, waved it all away with a gesture.
“Complex matters are best left for formal occasions. For now, let’s simply enjoy ourselves.”
There was no one in this hall whose presence could truly capture his interest.
‘Well, perhaps one.’
Duke Sperom’s eyes narrowed as he found Arelin—whom Browning, whose eyes never dried from mopping up after his sons, had praised as an angel without end, the one he’d heard Hal’vern speak of.
His interest had been set aside early in the evening, but the Limited-time Young Lady of whom he’d heard much rumor yet never seen, thanks to Mehren’s impenetrable defense.
‘Hmm.’
The Golden Eye, activated as a habit, revealed Arelin’s true value.
“Mm.”
Duke Sperom let out a sound of intrigue at the sight before his eyes.
He hadn’t paid much attention to what his sons had said.
‘Truly unlike anything I’ve seen before.’
Unaware that Arelin shrank back under his interested gaze, Duke Sperom fell into thought.
‘An Anomaly Investigation is in order.’
He’d preferred to leave her untouched because of her connection to Hal’vern, but once the Golden Eye was involved, investigation became necessary.
Having resolved his thoughts, Duke Sperom turned his attention to Empress Azeni with a smile.
The most noble and wise woman in the empire returned his greeting with an equal smile.
“It has been a long time, Your Majesty.”
“Indeed, Duke Sperom. Your time must be worth more than gold, yet you’ve made room for this gathering. I’m grateful.”
“Haha. This is the first time my sons have invited their father to a tea party—it’s worth more than gold itself.”
Duke Sperom, known to have succeeded in cultivating talent but failed in raising sons, wore a momentarily sorrowful expression.
“I must also express my gratitude to Your Majesty for all you’ve done.”
“Hehe. For what?”
“No, truly. I know my sons receive great kindness from the royal household.”
As Duke Sperom recalled the incidents constantly erupting from the Crown Prince Palace, he smiled sadly.
“Once the twins mature, things will change.”
“Well……I……wonder……if they truly will…….”
Duke Sperom, who knew his own sons better than anyone, wore a doubtful, darkened expression.
“Have faith in the children.”
“Sigh…….”
That’s easy to say, Your Majesty.
“I do hope for your continued support in the future.”
At Duke Sperom’s shamelessly importunate tone—essentially a request for continued favor—Empress Azeni broke into clear laughter.
“I should be thanking you for getting along so well with my children. Please, continue to do so.”
Duke Sperom, releasing a sigh of relief and nodding, still sighed at his only source of worry—raising children.
Seeing the Crown Prince, a hundred thousand times more excellent than his own sons, made his heart all the more troubled.
“Thank you for arranging such a gathering, Your Highness.”
“Thanks for coming, Duke Sperom.”
Compared to his own sons—no, there was no comparison with the Crown Prince—his heart ached to see him.
Envious. So envious that tears threatened to spill.
If only the twins could follow even a fraction of the Crown Prince’s example……!
Even today, crushing such futile hopes, Duke Sperom made his way to his seat.
“For once, you two are presentable, aren’t you?”
For Duke Sperom, who had only ever seen them looking disheveled before causing trouble or filthy afterward, this moment felt profound.
“I wish your mother were here to see this.”
As Duke Sperom recalled his wife, who had fled to her Territory to escape the stress of childcare, his eyes grew distant.
“Mom’s resting, you know.”
“Dad, hasn’t the divorce paperwork arrived yet?”
“…….”
Whose fault is all this!
Duke Sperom groaned.
His own sons, yet they were shameless beyond measure.
“That’s strange. Mom said she’d send the divorce papers?”
“She said she’d abandon Dad?”
Duke Sperom sighed.
What was to become of Sperom’s future.
This was why he’d desperately pleaded with his wife to produce one more competent heir—only to be thoroughly abandoned.
Because the twins had properly manifested the Golden Eye of Sperom, he couldn’t even remove them from the line of succession.
“It’s my fault, in the end.”
There are things gold cannot buy.
Duke Sperom was gazing enviously at Duke Muebisc, who unlike him had succeeded in raising children, when—
Another commotion arose, and the finest talent Duke Sperom had been awaiting appeared.
“Mehren!”

* * *

Arelin had invited Mehren, the Care Group, and Dilan as Hal’vern’s guests.
But after a heated internal discussion, the attendees had been narrowed down to just Mehren and Rena, who came from a noble family within the Care Group.
It was all due to the Care Group’s strong insistence that the young lady’s honor be upheld.
‘We absolutely cannot let Miss be attacked while all of us are carelessly crowding around without His Grace present!’
‘Right, quite right!’
Unaware of this reasoning, Arelin felt disappointed, but the Care Group was content with having received the invitation itself.
They’d already finalized plans to treasure it for life and pass it down through generations.
“Mehren, Rena. Thanks for coming!”
“Of course we came, Miss.”
Arelin grew tearful at Rena’s peaceful smile, despite how uncomfortable this gathering must be for her.
“If you’re so grateful, why not return and take a lesson on the Ancient Asla Era…….”
“I don’t think so, Rena.”
“……Tsk.”
Rena clicked her tongue, having tried to extend lesson time under cover of the moment.
“The last guest, it seems,” Mehren observed.
At his words, Arelin and Rena looked up.
Right on cue, brilliant pollen and the most resounding attendant’s voice accompanied the final arrival.
“His Highness the Crown Prince’s guests, Lord Sirua and His Highness the Prince Terion, are now entering.”
Lord Sirua and Prince Terion, dressed in formal wear and military uniforms bearing the royal crest.
At the entrance of the two royals, everyone in the hall rose from their seats.
“Oh, quite well decorated, isn’t it? Pretty.”
“Impressive!”
Lord Sirua, who had begun by assessing the hall’s decorations as if making judgments, smiled with satisfaction.
Prince Terion, whose interest lay only in food, was already poised to dash off somewhere.
Gripping Prince Terion’s hand, Lord Sirua approached Empress Azeni, who watched with sharp eyes as if to rebuke him.
Yet he missed nothing of the countless gazes directed at him, checking each one.
“Mm.”
Lord Sirua paused briefly before the Hal’vern table and turned his head.
‘Difficult to see a face even once like this.’
Eyes of pale rose—soft and delicate as rose petals—looked at him in surprise.
“?”

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