The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 315

“I’ve had good eyesight since I was little.”

As if she had read Zilo’s thoughts, Arellin answered. When their eyes met again—those indifferent eyes—Zilo flinched once more.

It felt as though she were considering what to do about this, making him feel like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Zilo spoke first, as if making an excuse despite himself.

“It looks that way.”

This rank-grade mage, known as the young lady of Halbern, looked nothing like she had in the Sky Tower.

Even without trying, her beauty had been impossible to hide—but now that she had deliberately dressed up, she gave off an aura that made her completely untouchable.

And on top of that, Zilo found Arellin uncomfortable.

It wasn’t simply because she was a Halbern noble, nor because she was a rank-grade mage.

It was just that…

‘She’s looking at me with those eyes again.’

Her irises, a soft pink reminiscent of rose quartz, were undeniably beautiful—but separate from that, the emotionless gaze they carried made Zilo uneasy.

Zilo knew how the mages he’d met so far thought of him. An adventurer had to be sensitive to their surroundings, quick to pick up on small clues.

Zilo Gremwat—the man who had returned from death—was an alien presence even within the Sky Tower, a place full of eccentrics.

Even the rank-grade mages didn’t know how to treat him, wavering uncertainly.

Some mages skilled in necromancy, spirit summoning, or healing magic had wanted to study him as teaching material, but even they couldn’t overcome their instinctive revulsion and eventually distanced themselves.

Even if it wasn’t intentional, it felt as though the entire world was rejecting him—so a gaze this utterly indifferent was bound to be uncomfortable.

It was as if she were peeling him apart, laying bare his essence.

How did he appear in those eyes?

A human?

Or a monster?

Zilo wanted to ask Arellin—but at the same time, he didn’t want to know.

He was afraid of learning what kind of existence he had become after returning from death.

 

 

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I stared straight at the person I had ‘coincidentally discovered.’

Zilo Gremwat.

The man who returned from death.

This man—casually referred to as a “revived one”—was the hottest topic in the Sky Tower these days.

Of course, that was true for my master and me as well.

Because his existence was proof that the most important law of this world—

‘The dead cannot be revived’—

had been broken.

‘When they said the world was ending, I didn’t really feel anything.’

But now that evidence of that ‘ending’ was right in front of me, I felt oddly unsettled.

“…Do you have something you want to say to me?”

“Do you want to go back? To your family?”

I’d actually asked something similar when we met in the Sky Tower. Back then, he’d said he didn’t know.

“I still don’t know.”

“You really don’t.”

“I… I already died once. I honestly don’t know whether I’m even allowed to interfere in my family’s affairs now.”

If it were me, I’d have gone back the moment I revived and demanded the family, claiming my right as the heir—but this admirable man was still thinking of others even in that situation.

‘Not that we could send him back right away even if he wanted to.’

My master, an immortal, and I—standing at the edge of immortality—knew that this man had truly been ‘revived.’

But the other rank-grade mages didn’t.

Whether it was true resurrection, whether it had a time limit, whether his lifespan had returned, or what kind of power had acted during the process— the mages strongly wanted to confirm at least some of it.

That was why Zilo was still staying in the Sky Tower—but honestly, that was all the mages’ problem, wasn’t it?

The fact that Zilo was calmly going along with everything was astonishing. Frankly, it wouldn’t have been strange for him to go outside, announce that he’d returned from death, and start a new religion.

“Has my fate been decided?”

“Mm. No. It’s just…”

This was troublesome.

I’m weak when it comes to good people like this.

I don’t care about other people’s business, and I don’t want to get involved—but for some reason, this bothered me.

It felt like if I left him alone, he wouldn’t even manage to claim what was rightfully his, and that sat poorly with me.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave.”

Zilo, who’d been watching my reaction, bowed politely and hurried back toward where the mages were gathered.

As I watched his back, I sensed my master’s mana and presence from a distance.

‘So Master came too?’

I was briefly pleased that our shut-in homebody had finally gone out.

Then—

A breeze blew through the corridor connected to the garden.

“……”

I brushed aside my hair fluttering in the wind—and then noticed that the surroundings had gone so quiet I couldn’t even hear insects anymore.

A strange chaos smothered my heightened senses, and suddenly, the heavy sound of footsteps grazed my ears.

Drawn by it, I turned toward the end of the corridor—

And there, a face far too familiar was looking at me.

“…Cheyen.”

 

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Cheyen gazed calmly at Arellin, even as the boundary between reality and its underside blurred.

Platinum-blonde hair fluttering softly in the wind, cheeks faintly flushed as if warmed, eyes brimming with life.

Arellin’s vitality—once flickering as if it might go out at any moment—was now burning fiercely, having grasped a shining fate.

“Why are you here?”

Was he here to cause trouble again? Even under Arellin’s sharp, wary stare, Cheyen remained unfazed.

“—You’re alive.”

“Were you hoping I’d be dead?”

“At least injured in one or two places.”

A smile formed at the corner of Cheyen’s lips.

“You look far too fine.”

“That must be disappointing—for you.”

“Who knows.”

Golden eyes, gleaming like those of a beast, swept over Arellin as if assessing prey.

In the middle of a strange silence that swallowed the chatter from the nearby hall and even the nighttime chirping of insects, Arellin stared at the man half-submerged in shadow.

Why was she suddenly reminded of their first meeting?

Arellin once again felt how differently time flowed for immortals compared to mortals.

Countless years had passed since then, yet Cheyen hadn’t changed at all.

The only one who had changed was herself—grown before she realized it.

‘Will I become like that someday too?’

No… thinking about it, there was one more thing that had changed.

Every time she faced Cheyen before, she’d felt a violent threat, as if she might be devoured at any moment.

But now—she wasn’t afraid anymore.

“You’re strange.”

Was that an insult?

Arellin raised an eyebrow.

“Very strange.”

Even as Arellin bristled, Cheyen’s gaze remained calm and sunken.

Most ‘immortals,’ including Cheyenne, already knew that this world was repeating endlessly.

Perhaps because Cheyen hadn’t attained immortality through normal means—

He possessed far more information about this phenomenon than the other immortals.

This world spun endlessly in ‘the same fate.’

The sequence leading to destruction was always the same.

Albret’s chaos, the fall of the Sky Tower, the dragon’s rage, and the burning of the World Tree— a predetermined path.

Even after Cheyen became aware of other worldlines, this order of destruction never changed. Just when it felt like ‘the end,’ everything would return once more.

In that endlessly repeating time, nothing new ever existed.

Except for this life.

“What are you, really?”

A singularity? He’d recognized it at first glance—impossible not to.

But how many singularities had failed to bloom and vanished before this?

What Cheyen hadn’t anticipated was that this one was truly special.

The incident in Gairen was proof of that. Cheyen had planned to trap Arellin in the ruins and leave.

But what was the result?

Not only did she survive—she saved the people of a city that was ‘meant to die.’

Foolish humans praised magic and divine intervention, praying in awe—but from Cheyen’s perspective, it was a miracle that wouldn’t have happened if even a single cog had been missing.

Had there ever been another existence this incomprehensible, this unknown?

The most incomprehensible thing of all was—

“Arellin.”

“What?”

“That you want to live as an ordinary human.”

“How long do you think they’ll keep loving you?”