The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health – Chapter 165

Author: Asternkm

There were exactly two kids who stood out at first glance.

A girl with deep pink hair that curled beautifully like waves, and golden eyes that sparkled as if stars were set into them.

She looked like all the world’s cuteness had been gathered together and shaped into a single child as she greeted us.

“Hi, I’m Chloe.”

Her status was that of the second daughter of a small baron family tucked away somewhere in the south, but Chloe had backing far greater than that.

“I’m currently living at the Mage Tower with my master!”

The moment “Mage Tower” came up, the expressions of the kids who had been snickering changed.

They’d instinctively thought she was someone they could ignore, then quickly grew uncomfortable.

‘Ah, right. This place is half-wild.’

I’d forgotten lately, since I’d been enjoying my peaceful loner life.

The fact that if you look weak, you get eaten.

After Chloe, several others finished introducing themselves.

Finally, it was the last turn.

“…….”

Even while hanging back, he had already drawn all the children’s attention. Now that he stepped forward, I could feel everyone holding their breath.

Instead of greeting us like he was supposed to, the boy slowly scanned the crowd. The moment his eyes met mine, they curved into a crescent shape.

He looked about eleven years old, but the instant I saw him, I knew.

‘A stalker.’

It’s him.

It’s definitely him.

This prickling sensation, the chill around my neck, the feeling that my life is somehow in danger.

A sense of crisis guaranteed by my S-rank Survival Instinct!

“Cheyenn Muon Gremwat.”

The eerie golden eyes that had been fixated on me shone with an unusual light.

“Nice to meet you.”

At his faint, alluring smile, I heard girls sucking in their breaths.

It was the moment chaos was foretold.

***

I thought the stalker would come over and talk to me right away, but instead he was immediately surrounded by girls, busy building new connections.

“Haha.”

Watching the stalker smile politely and act like a normal person, I was the only one breaking out in a cold sweat.

It felt like he might suddenly snap and kill everyone for annoying him.

“Arel.”

“Hm?”

Pession, who had been surrounded by other kids just moments ago, suddenly came over to my side.

“Do you know the Gremwat young lord?”

“……Huh?”

I didn’t understand what he meant.

“You kept looking at him.”

“Oh.”

“So I thought maybe you knew him.”

We do know each other.

But I couldn’t explain how we knew each other, so I couldn’t answer honestly.

How am I supposed to explain that he’s been stalking me since Sharite?

In the end, I had no choice but to dodge the question.

“No, not really.”

“Not really?”

“He’s just good-looking.”

“You like that kind of face?”

Pession slightly furrowed his brows and glared at the stalker.

‘Stop it, if you get noticed you’ll die!’

My insides went cold at the sight, and I hurriedly stopped him.

“No, I just mean objectively he’s handsome. Me! I mean—I…….”

“You mean?”

Seeing Pession watching me seriously, waiting to hear what I’d say, I burst out laughing.

“I like your face the most.”

“Really?”

It was cute how Pession’s face instantly brightened. Then he frowned as if something bothered him, which was funny and strange.

“Why, don’t you believe me?”

After hesitating, Pession spoke.

“……The Grand Duke Halbern.”

Ah, right. My dad is famous for his looks.

“Were you worried about that?”

Pession nodded.

Ah, so cute.

How can he be this cute and pretty?

“You’re really cute, Sion.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you’re cuter.”

“No, Arel is cuter.”

We ended up raising our voices, competing over who was cuter, and then suddenly both burst out laughing.

Everything feels funny and fun now.

Maybe because I was bickering with Pession, the tension I’d felt from the stalker’s sudden appearance eased a little.

“I was just watching because something about him bothered me. That’s all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Pession still looked uneasy, but after glancing between me and the stalker, he spoke firmly.

“I’ll trust you.”

“You too. Don’t you think Chloe is pretty?”

Was it because Pession kept pushing like this that I got a bit spiteful?

I ended up asking a question I hadn’t planned to.

“……You’re prettier.”

Pession blinked his big eyes and answered with a look that said he didn’t understand why I’d ask that.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Really, really?”

“Arel, are you feeling insecure?”

“No.”

“Then why ask something like that?”

Pession asked back, looking wronged. Yeah—good question.

“Just…….”

“……?”

“I guess I wanted to be reassured.”

I trust Pession, but trust aside, the protagonists were still those two.

‘I really don’t want anything more.’

Just like this.

If I can keep living together—beside Mehen, beside Dad, beside Pession—I’d be satisfied.

Is that really such a hard wish?

‘It’s too early to despair.’

I steadied my heart.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Huh? Yeah.”

First things first—I need to find out why that stalker showed up here.

****

The newly revamped sugeum gathering was structured very differently from before. Instead of focusing mainly on socializing, it now centered more on studying, various activities, and exchanges.

*Sugeum is a children’s social group / gathering made up of nobles and important kids.

It seems Her Majesty Empress Ageni didn’t like the idea of us just playing around.

Anyway, thanks to that, I managed to find a gap for a one-on-one meeting.

“Can I see you for a moment?”

“So now you finally acknowledge me, our little young lady.”

Isn’t this basically asking me to recognize you on purpose?

A reasonable suspicion, considering that aside from looking younger, his appearance was exactly the same as the one I knew.

I thought the entire Gremwat clan had green hair and green eyes, but wow—he’s got nerve.

“It’s fine. If you say you took after your mother’s side, everyone understands.”

Did he just read my mind?

When I flinched back, the stalker laughed quietly.

“Call me Cheyenn.”

“……Is that your real name?”

“Do you want to know my true name?”

“No, not really.”

I didn’t want to get that close to him.

I consciously kept my distance and stayed on guard, but Cheyenn kept smiling brightly at me.

Nothing about him had changed, yet seeing him act like this in a younger body made my guard drop a little, against my will.

“What on earth are you thinking?”

“Who knows—what am I thinking?”

Even so, some things hadn’t changed despite his age.

He was still smiling warmly, but there was something about him that made my stomach go cold. Not just anyone could give off this kind of tension.

“How did you even clean up your identity?”

“You think that would be hard?”

“…….”

I mean, your status is literally Gremwat. How did you pull that off?

I was genuinely curious, but I decided not to think too hard about things I couldn’t understand. It just gave me a headache.

When I shook my head, Cheyenn chuckled.

“Talk casually. We don’t look close if you’re polite.”

“We’re not close.”

Cheyenn, who had been smiling cheerfully, tilted his head.

“Really?”

In what world are we close?

I’d been living just fine after forgetting about him since he’d been gone, and now he suddenly reappeared in an unexpected way, doubling my stress.

At this point, it almost felt better back when I was the only one who could see the stalker.

“Am I that scary?”

“Do you look like someone who wouldn’t be scary?”

“Hm. That’s strange.”

His golden eyes gleamed sharply, like a beast’s.

“I don’t remember doing anything particularly threatening. Why, I wonder?”

“…….”

“Should I come back even younger next time?”

I froze at the joke, then shook my head. With this guy, it honestly felt like he would show up even younger in a few days.

“Does it matter whether I’m scared or not?”

“Yes.”

With a smiling gaze, Cheyenn leaned his handsome face closer to mine.

“Because I couldn’t take you with me, so I came instead.”

I didn’t even get the chance to ask what that meant. His now smaller hand grabbed mine. I flinched at the sensation of his fingers brushing over the back of my hand.

“A lot must have happened while I didn’t see you.”

“……A lot did happen.”

“Looks like you even met an Archmage.”

“…….”

An Archmage?

A forgotten memory slowly surfaced—the mage who had told me that what was on the back of my hand wasn’t a tracking device, but a blessing.

‘That mage was an Archmage?!’

No wonder he felt extraordinary.

Come to think of it, he’d said something else back then, too.

“Whatever you saw, forget it.”

“A mortal who gets involved with an immortal is bound to be unhappy.”

It was just as that memory resurfaced.