The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 211

The very first question that came to mind was this.

Were they mages?

‘They are mages.’

Looking closer, their mana was extremely unstable, making them feel half-baked. Still, they were mages.

In that case, does the elemental matchup favor me?

“Why isn’t that woman collapsing?”

“The sleep incense should still be working……”

“Does she have some kind of protective artifact? She looks like some rich family’s young lady at a glance.”

“Should we just knock her out and move on?”

The thieves, whose only goal was to escape, argued among themselves while staring at the path I was blocking.

Seeing how completely careless they were, I realized one thing.

‘Ah, they’re in stealth mode right now.’

There was one spell that had never worked on me since I was young.

‘Should I tell them I can actually see them?’

My master said it was an authority that pierced falsehoods. Authorities were superior abilities above special powers, something ordinary humans couldn’t possess.

I had several abilities like that, and that was why my body hadn’t been able to endure it.

“?”

At that moment, one of the thieves flinched when our eyes met.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“That—right now—it feels like she’s looking at us?”

Once again, silence fell.

I thought about greeting them, but instead, magic flew at me.

Boom—!

I blocked it reflexively, and the thieves started panicking, hurling curses.

“How did she see through our stealth?! This isn’t even normal stealth……!”

“What do we do?!”

“Is she a mage? If she’s not star-rank, we’ve got the advantage!”

With shocked voices, the thieves stared at me as if I were a monster.

“Did you come to stop us? Tch, looks like you’re after the ‘gate’ too?”

“Gate?”

What kind of nonsense is that now?

“You think we’d fall that easily?!”

There were only six of them.

It was too small a number to deal with someone like me, who had left the Sky Tower certified as a genius, a great genius, and a once-in-an-era genius.

While I was thinking about how to subdue them, they suddenly started talking among themselves.

“Didn’t Lord Troph say recently that mage test subjects have been running low?”

“Wouldn’t he like it if we brought one back?”

Huh? Wait a second. This situation is—

Option one: subdue the small fry and end things here.
Option two: get kidnapped all the way to their base and loot the place.

This is obviously the second one, right?

I decided to let myself get kidnapped.

Alright, kidnap me! You six thieves—I’ll strip you down to the bone!

Still, collapsing immediately would look suspicious, so I even acted like my strength was gradually draining.

“Huh? Looks like she’s running out of mana.”

“Now’s our chance, press her!”

Captured after a fierce struggle—

That was the future I envisioned as I relaxed my body and closed my eyes.

Then—

KWAANG—!

I opened my eyes at a sound completely different from what I’d expected.

And there, I saw the back of someone’s head who absolutely shouldn’t have been here. As far as I knew, the only guy with a pretty head even from behind was Pession.

Why was Pession here……?

“Aaagh!”

“Ghk.”

After subduing the mages using nothing but a dull ceremonial sword, Pession turned to look at me.

“…….”

For a moment, I couldn’t understand the situation.

Did Pession… save me?

Why?

“……?”

My plan to get captured and raid their base had failed, but it wasn’t like I could get mad at Pession for saving me.

While I stood there blankly staring, Pession suddenly frowned.

He looked like he didn’t understand why he himself was here.

I was even more confused.

What is this, seriously—how did he show up?

“Your Highness, are you unharmed?!”

As the silence settled, the crown prince’s guard poured into the underground area at exactly the right moment.

Pession glanced at me once, then gave an order.

“Take these men away.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And that person is…….”

Should I cry and say I’m an innocent victim?

I was frantically thinking about how to get through this situation when the silent Pession spoke first.

“She’s not with them. I guarantee it.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Guarantee? Pession… vouching for me?

Watching everything fall neatly into place, I grew more confused.

Every time we met, he treated me like trash—so why was he acting like this now?

It couldn’t be that he suddenly repented, died and came back to life, or got replaced by someone else.

Then Pession frowned at me.

“Were you trying to die?”

“……?”

“I didn’t realize you wanted to kill yourself that badly.”

“What? Of course not. I want to live more passionately than anyone.”

How else do you think I’m still alive? Even if I don’t live long enough to die of old age, I’m going to enjoy everything I couldn’t before I die.

Seeing Pession look at me like I was suicidal, I tilted my head—then realized that from a third party’s perspective, I probably did look that way earlier.

A dissatisfied gaze landed on me. I suddenly burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just… this whole situation is funny. Did you follow me here, by any chance?”

“…….”

“Yeah. No way, right? You just appeared so perfectly that I thought I’d ask.”

His expression froze cold, but now I could read what was underneath a little.

The look that said I was bothering him to death was kind of cute.

Is this what they call love goggles?

Earlier I wanted to punch him, but now I want to pat him.

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not because I care about you.”

“Yes, yes. I won’t misunderstand. Ever.”

“…….”

“I mean it. I swear.”

I raised both hands and tried to sound innocent, but his gaze didn’t change.

Wow, serious trust issues.

“Your Highness isn’t interested in someone like me anyway, right? I just ‘happened’ to look too much like your first love, so it bothered you. Isn’t that it?”

“…You really won’t admit it till the end.”

“I have to say this because it’s unfair, but I’m being treated unjustly right now for something I never once claimed.”

“Or maybe you never got the chance to change your attitude because I didn’t give you the chance to insist?”

Well… that’s also true.

Our Pession is smart.

“Get lost.”

Pession spat the words coldly.

The iron wall around him was so solid that I had no idea how to break through it.

Well, it’ll crack someday.

“Your Highness.”

“I told you to get lost. Why are you calling me?”

“You’re blocking the path I need to take to ‘get lost,’ Your Highness.”

“…….”

Pession frowned once, then stepped aside.

This is hilarious, really.

Telling me to get lost while being this hung up on me.

“Then, see you next time.”

He looked like he wanted to say there wouldn’t be a next time, but I left before he could reply.

How cute, you idiot.

 

 

 

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The Domel Auction was suspended.

Thanks to the Crown Prince’s intervention, the valuable auction items were fortunately not stolen, but Domel & Co., having narrowly avoided disaster, had no choice but to halt operations for a period of reorganization under the pretext of investigating the incident and strengthening security.

All items that had been successfully bid on before the suspension were delivered to their new owners, but the problem lay with the highlight of the auction—the final lot.

The owner of another previously unknown posthumous work by the great painter, Sir Grander, had yet to be decided.

“It can’t be helped. Promote the re-auction by announcing that we’ll be unveiling a ‘very special item’ as well.”

“Yes, understood, Lord Noel.”

“And contact the Mage Tower to request consultation.”

“Yes!”

Because of this incident, the damage suffered by the Spherom family—the sponsoring family of the Domel Auction and its de facto majority stakeholder—was enormous.

Trust was everything in this business, and they had nearly suffered a theft?

Domel & Co.’s reputation had almost been dragged through the mud.

And yet, strangely enough, Noel—the Spherom family’s second son and the owner of the Eyes That See Danger—did not feel this crisis to be all that serious.

That was despite the fact that he himself had just suffered massive financial losses.

Noel’s mind was occupied with something else entirely.

‘That day… after all.’

She was a woman he had encountered purely by chance.

Ever since people started imitating Arellin, platinum-blond hair was no longer such a rare sight in the capital.

An appearance resembling Arellin was even less worth mentioning.

And yet, there was a reason she had stuck in Noel’s memory.

[???]
[Danger Level: ％＆＃]

The danger rating of that unidentified woman had appeared completely shattered and unreadable.

He had experienced a phenomenon like that only once before in his life.

Arellin.

“Noel, I heard something serious happened at the auction. What exactly went on?”

At that moment, the door opened and a familiar face entered.

Ciel, who spent more time outside the capital running hotel businesses across the world than staying within it, frowned deeply.

“Do you even realize how important that auction was?”

Since it was held to coincide with the Founding Festival, the profit from a single Domel Auction exceeded the combined annual earnings of ten average businesses.

As Ciel glared at Noel—who hadn’t even properly prevented the incident and was clearly lost in thought—Noel suddenly met his gaze with an uncharacteristically serious expression.

“Ciel.”

“What?”

“I think Arellin is alive.”

Ciel was momentarily struck speechless, then scowled.

“What kind of nonsense is that all of a sudden?”

At last, Noel was certain.

“I think… I really saw Arellin.”