The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health – Chapter 300

Author: Asternkm

It was a heavy story.

Heavy.

Heavier than she had expected.

She knew there was something deep and thick between her master and Cheyen—something no one else could step into—but she never imagined it was this kind of story.

‘So the senior who survived the treatment I went through… that really was Cheyen.’

And to think it was actually a procedure to pass on immortality.

The reason her master could walk around openly without anyone realizing he was the First Archmage was because he had split his authority in half with Cheyen, leaving him without the overwhelming presence he once had.

Thanks to that, she had survived—but the story was so much heavier than expected that she didn’t know how to react.

“…I see.”

She barely managed to respond, carefully watching his expression.

Her master, having laid everything bare, looked deathly pale.

He seemed like he might shatter if touched, and as she felt pity for him, their eyes met. Her master looked at her with a resolute gaze, as if he had made up his mind.

“You may say you’re disappointed in me. If you no longer wish to have me as your master, you can say that too.”

……?

What part of this story was she supposed to be disappointed by?

And besides, this immortal was looking at her like he’d be deeply hurt if she really said that. What was he even saying?

It seemed her master thought she saw him as a flawless being.

Other mages might—but to her, he was just a shut-in nerd obsessed with ultimate truth.

‘People make mistakes.’

Sure, the consequences were massive, affected the whole world, and created one seriously messed-up lunatic, but…

No, wait. Maybe this was a bit too big to call a “mistake.”

Still, a lot of things that hadn’t made sense finally did.

Now she understood why Cheyen had shown her so much interest and overwhelming goodwill.

And—

‘So that’s why Cheyen went crazy just because I mentioned Master at the ruins.’

That guy, acting all cool—turns out he was just obsessed with his master.

Well, the way he went about it was seriously twisted.

‘And I went and said “your master was amazing” to a guy like that. Yeah, no wonder he snapped.’

As she tried to hold back her laughter, she could feel her master watching her closely.

“Hm.”

She froze.

“Hmmm……”

She flinched.

Every time she looked like she was about to speak, he just stayed still, watching her nervously. It was so funny that she ended up enjoying it for a moment.

Alright, enough.

“There’s something I’m curious about.”

“Curious about what?”

She looked straight into her master’s eyes, where a faint golden glow still lingered.

“Do you still want to die?”

A deep silence fell.

He didn’t answer, but the silence was answer enough.

‘So that’s why he’s always unmotivated and limp like a deflated water balloon.’

An immortal with depression.

‘Well, the world is big, and all kinds of people live in it.’

She was a generous person. She could understand this much.

“Then if you still want to die, why did you stop Cheyen? I don’t like the way that guy acts, but if you’d left him alone, you could’ve gotten what you wanted.”

“I couldn’t leave him alone.”

Her master looked at her as if she’d said something absurd.

“Why not?”

“So you’re saying I should just sit back and watch him kill all mages and devour even the stars, just so I can die?”

The faded golden light flared up like sparks. There was even a hint of anger in his voice.

“Then why not just kill Cheyen?”

“…….”

Silence fell again.

He said nothing, but she could read his expression.

‘You still care about Cheyen.’

What was so lovable about that guy?

Well… that’s probably why he sealed him instead of killing him.

So the “atonement” he mentioned was about Cheyen after all.

“…I can’t say you did the right thing, but I trust you, Master. You didn’t turn away from your own mistakes.”

In the end, he was the one protecting the mages—even while still wanting to die.

“I don’t really like that senior, but that’s not your fault either.”

Her master’s expression changed.

He looked… moved.

“Arellin……”

“Yes, Master. That’s me.”

Good thing you saved your disciple, right?

“…Thank you.”

He looked at her warmly now, much more at ease.

She didn’t want to break the nice mood—but she still had to say this.

“But Master, you should go outside more. There are so many fun things in the world.”

“…….”

She suddenly remembered how Pession used to scold her. Back then, she never thought she’d be like this.

But her master was even worse than she was.

“You just stay cooped up in the tower talking about lofty nonsense all day—no wonder you’re getting gloomy. At least read some novels or something! Huh? Want me to recommend some?”

“…….”

Her master quietly listened to her nagging… then turned away and ran.

“Master?! Master!”

****

Late at night, a man in a black robe walked through a deserted back alley.

When he reached the deepest part of the alley, where even starlight could not reach, a small hidden door opened, and his figure vanished inside.

“Welcome back, Lord Fusco.”

This was the refuge of mages who had turned their backs on the stars.

They were mages who had abandoned their longing for the stars, condemned for melting into the shadows, and branded as dark mages for pursuing darkness.

“Yes. It’s been a while.”

These so-called “dark mages” called themselves something else.

The Mage Liberation Alliance.

They had abandoned their admiration for the stars, but still dreamed of opening a new horizon for magic.

‘The mages of today are strange.’

They possessed immense power, yet instead of using it, they spent their lives staring at the sky—thanking the stars for their power and devoting their entire existence to becoming stars themselves.

Even though mortals could never become stars.

They were the ones who had opened their eyes to the “truth” hidden by the Mage Tower.

That no matter how hard a mage worked, they could never become a star.

Magic should be used for the world—not for stars floating arrogantly in the sky.

A group that desired a world where mages were respected, and society was rebuilt around them.

That was the Mage Liberation Alliance.

For now, they grew their power in the shadows, believing that one day they would laugh at those disgusting senior mages who pretended to be righteous.

“Any notable developments?”

“The plan to reveal the power of mages to ordinary people is proceeding smoothly. Once they hear they can gain power, they’re scrambling for it.”

“Oh? That’s good news.”

“However, the failure in Gairen has hurt morale.”

Their plan to brainwash a resurrected god and reshape the world according to their will had ended in complete failure.

They had spent decades preparing—it was no small blow to the alliance.

“Don’t worry. The day we rule the world will come.”

“We believe in you.”

“So make sure you keep everyone calm.”

“Yes. Ah, Lord Fusco. What should we do about the unconverted mages in the branch?”

“There’s no helping it. Painful as it is, deal with them according to protocol.”

“Understood.”

****

“…By the way, where is ‘that person’?”

Cheyen was listening to the curses of the crumbling stars in the otherworld.

Though he had devoured them long ago, the stars still retained their sense of self and refused to assimilate into him.

The relentless curses were vicious, but Cheyen ignored them as if he couldn’t hear.

Crunch.

Another star shattered. As it broke apart, its weakened power caused the surroundings to hum, and the fragments turned into mist and were absorbed into Cheyen.

“If you’d all just give up, it’d be easier.”

Why did they refuse to take his hand?

His master.

And her.

Wrapped in mist, Cheyen lifted his head and looked up at the sky.

The sky of the otherworld held no stars—only the territories they once occupied.

Counting the star that was his, and the star that belonged to his master somewhere in that vast expanse, Cheyen stared up endlessly.

As if that were the only thing he could do now.

****

She finally returned home.

She got caught by mages again on the way back and ended up doing something or other, but the important thing was that she was home.

“My home!”