The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 128

Valer swallowed dryly as he looked at the dark, crimson scene before him.

A high-ranking mage’s rampage was a phenomenon that occurred when the energy of a corrupted star shattered the vessel of magic power and burst out.

‘Is it the [Darkly Burning Star]?’

The star’s energy, piling up like a bomb, had already reached a dangerous level.

“Ugh…….”

“Hnnng…….”

Ordinary people who had been unlucky enough to get caught up in it couldn’t withstand the star’s energy and collapsed weakly. Even if they survived, they would likely be left with mental aftereffects.

Those with special abilities weren’t much better off either. They could barely maintain their sanity, constantly tormented by fear and despair.

He needed to find Arelin immediately, but the spatial distortion made it difficult.

Unfortunately, Valer found Pashion’s group before his daughter.

“Grand Duke of Halbern?”

For once, Pashion greeted Valer with relief.

“Did you come to save us?!”

“No, I’m trapped too.”

“…….”

The people of Sperom looked at him, demanding an explanation of what was happening and what kind of situation they were in, but Valer cleanly ignored them.

“Your Highness, where is Arelin?”

“I don’t know. She was nearby, but I can’t find her. We tried looking too, but…….”

It seemed they couldn’t bring themselves to abandon the guards and the head attendant.

After checking on Pashion, the twins, and even Harun, Valer took in the now even more chaotic scenery.

Where should he go?

Where should he go to meet his daughter?

Perhaps his desperate wish reached her.

Ziiing—.

From far away, a chillingly beautiful aria could be heard.

As the gentle sound spread, the scenery shattered into white.

“Purification…….”

So he hadn’t been mistaken after all.

“Uh?”

“U-uhhh?”

Those who had been crying in fear, those who had lost their sanity to terror, and those who couldn’t even breathe properly in their panic all went blank, as if bewitched by the soft melody coming from afar.

“Ha, honestly.”

Should he be thankful for having her reveal her location? Or thankful for confirming and sealing a new truth? He couldn’t tell.

As expected, his daughter possessed an ability that didn’t exist in the Halbern bloodline.

An ability like salvation itself—one that all mages desperately longed for.

Valer pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling like he was about to cry.

“Ah, big sister…….”

This wasn’t in the story at all.

 

 

 

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“R-run…… aw…….”

Dry lips kept repeating the same words.

The last thing the mage on the verge of rampage remembered was going to the Halbern estate with his partner mage.

Suddenly, his vision went dark, and when he came to, he was in an unfamiliar place.

And Muti realized it.

‘I’m about to rampage.’

He had vaguely thought a moment like this might come someday, but he hadn’t expected it to be so immediate.

The end of a fire-element mage was a massive explosion.

Using all of their own magic power as fuel, they would incinerate the surrounding area in flames.

“R-run…….”

Muti hoped no one else would be dragged into his rampage.

That he alone would die.

His death had already been decided.

From the moment he entered the rampage’s warning stage, there was no turning back. Just like the many senior mages he had seen before, he would die like that too.

Sobbing escaped him, and even as he cried, Muti desperately suppressed the corrupted star’s energy trying to burst out of his body.

If the rampage was delayed even a little, more people might survive.

Though he couldn’t see anything in his darkened vision, Muti saw his life flash before his eyes.

From being a dirt-poor street orphan with nothing, to discovering his talent for magic and entering the tower for the first time.

Being happy that he no longer had to worry about food or a place to sleep.

Being happy to make friends his own age.

Helping a senior mage with research, growing his magic power, and finally being chosen by a star.

Tears burst out.

He didn’t actually want to die.

Even though he had prepared himself for this ending, he didn’t want to die like this, without accomplishing anything.

Kuuuuung.

Responding to Muti’s despair, the corrupted star’s energy rampaged even more violently. As the rampage and death loomed right before him, fear choking him so badly he could barely breathe—

Ziiing.

A clear, refreshing melody forced open the five senses he had shut tight to desperately suppress the corrupted star’s energy.

Gasp. Muti sucked in a breath.

Majestic yet gentle music he had never heard in his life softly soothed his anxiety.

Like light.

A melody that pierced him like salvation.

“Ah…….”

Then, a strange energy surged in like waves, soaking his body through and through.

As his whole body trembled at the sensation of being completely washed clean by the refreshing energy—

The rampage stopped.

“Ha. Haha.”

The corruption that had been filled to its limit was rapidly purified, and the wildly rampaging energy calmed down gently.

Like when he first became a mage.

As if he had been reborn.

His body, instinctively realizing it had been pulled back from the brink of death, shed tears on its own.

Muti opened his eyes.

The vision that had been nothing but darkness was now filled with bright light.

“Just… just a little more…….”

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As I played like this, I often thought back to the times when I practiced alone in the practice room. The days when I clung to practice day and night.

The days when suffocating, lonely, painful thoughts—thoughts begging to just disappear—kept rising up and tormenting me.

Ziiing.

With smooth bowing, a beautiful melody rang out.

Just like how it had comforted me when I was alone, the music resonating from my fingertips comforted others too.

The sense of peaceful rest given by the low notes of the violin’s G string.

Maybe because Bach wrote it during the happiest time of his life, this music had a kind of magic that made the listener feel calm and happy as well.

“It’s… it’s such a beautiful piece of music…….”

“H-hic… hngh.”

This must be the power music has—singing about life and comforting people.

Even if I was clumsy with words, I could express anything through music.

When the piece ended, the mages looked at me with blank expressions.

“Ah…….”

After finishing the performance, I clenched and unclenched my hand at the unfamiliar feeling.

No, it was only a five-minute piece—so why did I feel this exhausted?

My hands trembled as if something had sucked all the energy out of me.

Wooooong—

Even Ether seemed strained and trembled, and just then, focus returned to the eyes of the mages who had been staggering around.

“Huh? That is…….”

I was wondering whether I should hide Ether when suddenly a mage staggered toward me.

W-what is it?

“Huh? M-Master Muti?”

“That’s right—rampage. Aren’t you about to rampage?!”

“We’re all going to die.”

The mood turned bleak again, making all my effort feel pointless.

But then—

“Huh?! But why is his eye color normal?”

Just as the mages began to feel something was strange—

“Haa…….”

The mage called Muti tightly grabbed my hand.

“J-just one more piece.”

“……?”

I froze at the unexpected encore request.

Then I heard the dazed murmurs of the mages.

“The rampage…….”

“……stopped?”

While the mages stood there stunned by this unprecedented situation, the only high-ranking mage present pleaded with me.

“If I hear just one more piece, I think I’ll be able to use magic.”

There was no way I could refuse in a situation like this.

I lifted my bow once more.

Bach’s Partita No. 3 for Solo Violin, Gavotte en Rondeau.

“Haa…….”

With a relaxed expression, having regained his peace, Muti raised his hand.

The magic flowing from his body traced paths in the air, rapidly drawing multiple magic circles.

With light, refreshing sounds, the scenery began to blur.

The strange landscape vanished, and at last we returned to the business exhibition hall.

“Wow.”

“We survived!”

The mages hugged each other in joy.

The ordinary people, still not fully grasping the situation, looked around in a daze.

And me…….

‘I’ve done it.’

I realized I could no longer hide my identity from the Mage Tower.

‘Should I run?’

As I was having the careless thought that maybe I could get away if I ran fast enough, a shadow suddenly fell over my face.

“……?”

The moment I instinctively looked up, I met sharp green eyes.

Long silver hair flowing down, and green eyes that looked as if emeralds had been set into them.

Who is he?

“Ha.”

In an instant, the man’s lips twisted.

“I was wondering where my daughter suddenly popped out from.”

“Uh……?”

My hand was grabbed. By the time I came to my senses, I was already in the man’s arms.

Huh?!

Just as I was about to try to understand what was going on—

The man gave an order to his subordinate.

“Let’s go. We’re returning to Paital.”

Wait, you’re supposed to send me home!