The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 326

The place the Spherom twins took me to was none other than the Spherom-owned Hall of Arts.

This is getting very serious.

Come to think of it, since this was a regular concert hosted by Spherom, it made sense that it would be held here. But as we were heading toward the entrance of the hall, a thought suddenly struck me.

This can be my excuse!

“Gasp, what should I do? I don’t have an admission ticket or anything! What a shame—guess I can’t listen to today’s concert.”

“Do you really sound disappointed?”

I must have been smiling brightly instead of looking regretful. When I hurriedly changed my expression, Ciel clicked his tongue.

“Arell, why would you need a ticket when we’re here?”

“Well, even so, we can’t take other audience members’ seats. Admission should be fair—”

“I knew you’d say that.”

“Huh?”

As if he’d been waiting, Noel pressed something into my hand.

“Here. An admission ticket just for you.”

Why do you have that ready already?

I accepted the ticket sulkily, then froze.

“Huh? What’s this? Why is it a lifetime membership? And a personal reserved seat?”

Thinking they’d handed me the wrong thing, I looked at the twins. They shrugged like it was obvious.

“With how much you’ve done for us, did you really think we’d settle it with a single invitation?”

“Yeah, we’re not that stingy.”

What did I even do?

I didn’t do anything.

“You definitely did.”

Did I say that out loud?

Ciel, who had read my thoughts perfectly, clicked his tongue again.

“Not just the masters—every performer with a bit of a name wants to meet you.”

“Why?!”

“Why else? Because of the sheet music you gave us.”

Noel explained, but it still didn’t make sense. I hadn’t even released the music under my own name, so why did they want to see me?

“Anyway, you’ll hear the details directly.”

Watching the twins, who looked more excited than usual, I let out a long sigh.

Fine. If they’re going this far, I’ll go along with it just this once.

 

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Master Salaedin found it difficult to calm himself before his performance, his excitement swelling uncontrollably.

At last, I will meet that person!

Both a pianist and a great composer, Salaedin was a giant whom other nations tried desperately to recruit.

The reason he rejected offers promising unimaginable wealth and glory and remained with Spherom was a single one.

When he had been a destitute conservatory student, it was Spherom’s scholarship that had saved him.

One day, when he asked whether it was really all right for him to receive such a large sum, Ciel had answered like this:

“The God of Music told me to.”

It sounded playful, but Salaedin knew it wasn’t a joke.

The many scores possessed only by Spherom, and the fact that all the money earned by that entirely new music—music unconnected to existing music history—was poured back into nurturing new musicians, had become widely known.

And that money had preserved the dreams of countless musicians, including Salaedin himself.

Standing on the stage, Salaedin focused on the Spherom twins and Arellin, seated in the center.

O God of Music, please listen—to my music!

With determined eyes directed at Arellin, he began to play with all his soul. Passionate music surged forth, sending shivers through the body.

I will offer you the very best music I can make!

And this wasn’t just Salaedin.

Every musician who stepped onto that stage played with one heart and one will, delivering their finest performance.

 

 

 

 

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After all the performances ended, everyone gathered in the party hall.

I had enjoyed the unusual and quite good performances myself, so I attended happily—only for a fan meeting to suddenly break out.

Not a fan meeting for the masters.

A fan meeting for me.

“I’ve wanted to meet you so badly!”

Originally, it should have been a place where performers and audience members naturally mingled to talk about music—but in an instant, it became my fan meeting.

And then—

“I truly admire Mozart’s genius musicality. I just had to tell you!”

Why are you telling me that?

“Beethoven’s Heroic is truly incredible. The conception and development are powerful, the form sublime, and it’s filled with poetic inspiration.”

Why are you telling me that?!

It wasn’t strange that musicians from another world admired Mozart and Beethoven.

But why were they telling me?

Seeing the look in my eyes demanding an explanation, Ciel laughed lightly.

“They think of those names not as real people, but as your nicknames.”

“What?”

So they think I released my music under names like Mozart, Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Wagner, Bach, instead of Arellin?!

“You’re joking, right?!”

As I stared in shock, Noel introduced me to a whole new world.

“Apparently, among composers these days, it’s trendy to release works under nicknames instead of real names.”

“…….”

I’m dizzy. What did I just hear?

And that wasn’t the only problem.

“Please, give us the chance to listen to Arellin’s music as well!”

“We beg you!”

“Please perform for us!”

I can’t. I really can’t perform.

It was hard to refuse when people older than me were pleading so humbly.

And then—

“Ah… so our level is still insufficient to reach the God of Music.”

“Are you refusing to perform so as not to disappoint us?!”

I was sure I’d declined properly, but they misunderstood on their own!

“How beautiful must the music played by the hands of the God of Music be……”

Yeah. I should absolutely never perform.

But it didn’t seem like flimsy excuses would get me out of this. Even if I dodged today, what if it happened again?

Guess I have no choice. I’ll embellish things a bit.

I just need to sound like I have some tragic backstory.

“That’s unfortunate. I’m no longer in a condition where I can perform.”

“!!!”

Technically true. If I mess up, I might actually die.

“To perform, I must stake my life. I can’t play music whose soul doesn’t resonate……”

“!!!!!”

That should do it.

I didn’t know why, but judging by their utterly shocked expressions, it worked.

Now, time to run!

A few days later.

“Master Salaedin, sudden closed-door training? ‘I will compose music whose soul truly resonates.’ Declaration!”

“‘We have received a revelation from the God of Music.’ Masters disappear without warning—what is the story behind it?”

“Albret’s music world in upheaval! What really happened at the Spherom regular concert?”

I flipped through the newspaper with unfocused eyes, looking at the headlines covering the front page.

“I didn’t see any of this……”

Trying to ignore the articles, I turned the page—only to find another major topic splashed across it.

“The reason the stars of knowledge from the Laurent Academy came to Albret!”

“Laurent Academy scholars: ‘We came to meet a genius.’”

“Laurent Academy faculty expelled from Halbern establish a temporary academy in El Shione”

“Albret’s intellectuals converge on ‘El Shione’……”

What in the world is going on?

I’d heard that Mehen chased them away just by seeing their faces—so why are they in El Shione?

Mehen told me not to worry about it, but… something felt off.

Maybe because there was a familiar name.

“Milliert Sobern: ‘I know a genius who will shock the world. That genius will solve the mystery we brought.’”

“…That genius isn’t me, right?”

Maybe because of what happened at the concert a few days ago, I felt uneasy even though it definitely shouldn’t be about me.

Turning to the economics section, I saw another familiar face.

“Bakery <Great Job!> breaks popularity records—Is the secret the constant development of new bread?”

“<Great Job!> owner Emma (F, 42) reveals the secret: ‘Our young lady always gives me new inspiration.’”

“Bakers from around the world come to study: ‘We want to learn <Great Job!> bread!’”

What is this, a bug?

Why is our housemaid here?

When I looked up, my eyes met Emma’s as she served dessert.

“…….”

She smiled brightly.

Yeah. I don’t really want to ask. As long as my snacks are good, it’s fine.

I looked at her cheerful face, then back to the newspaper.

“(Photo) Today’s Grand Duke of Halbern”

“(Photo) His aide Mehen, displaying his close bond with the Grand Duke of Halbern”

After skimming past the usual newspaper regulars, a full-page advertisement caught my eye.

“A new challenge from the Magic Workshop! First-ever sale of a ‘visual orb containing a fictional story’”

“Title: <The Wife Hides Her Husband>”

“For purchase inquiries, contact the Magic Workshop
Visual communication code: ABC-00-000”

Why is the wife hiding the husband? Who came up with such an insane title? Who would even watch that?

Damn it.

That would be me.

Ah… I’m way too curious.

But asking a maid to buy it for me would be far too embarrassing.

After agonizing over it, I turned on the personal communicator the magitech engineers had given me.

“Yes, hello, is this the Magic Workshop? I’d like to buy one visual orb of <The Wife Hides Her Husband>… Ah, yes. It’s not finished yet? Only two episodes due to budget issues? Hah, then please send those two.”

I bought it out of curiosity—so why do I feel like I lost?

Due to technical limitations, it seemed one visual orb could only hold about one episode of a drama, but despite the high price, I didn’t regret it.

This is all going to become the backbone and flesh of future cultural industries, okay?

“But… this actually works.”

I never expected that casually saying I wanted to watch dramas would lead to this. And for dramas to appear in the world before radio or television broadcasts, no less.

“Hm.”

It seemed the otherworldly engineers were working diligently to fulfill my dream of lying down comfortably, web-surfing, and watching Netflix.

But the news that truly shook Albret’s political world came from elsewhere.

“Shugra Empire Regent appears in public for the first time in 339 years.”

“‘A child of destiny has appeared to save us from the destruction that was foretold. Thanks to the savior of the World Tree.’”

News carried on a western wind had finally reached the Albret Empire.