The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health – Chapter 332 – illustration

Author: Asternkm

This wasn’t the first time my status window had spat out random information and then gone silent.

But still.

If you wish to survive, you must become the protagonist of this story.

That was way too out of the blue.

It’s not like I’ll die if I don’t become an idol or anything—die if I don’t become the protagonist?

If something like this had popped up the moment I regained memories of my past life, I might’ve naïvely gone along with it. But now, I’d already lived quite a long time in this world as Arellin.

In other words, I no longer thought of this world as just a novel.

So if a quest like this suddenly appeared… how was I supposed to take it?

Even as I stood there dumbfounded, the status window continued busily spitting out information.

＊Prevent the fall of Halbern (Success!)
＊Stop Valer Sirun Halbern’s berserk state (Success!)
＊Eliminate the seeds of civil war within the Albret Empire (Success!)
＊Remove the precursor to the Mage Tower’s collapse (Success!)
＊Rehabilitate the mastermind of the Southern Empire (Success!)

Some of the text passed by too fast to read, but there were things I recognized.

Of course, there were also things I couldn’t even guess at.

Stopping Dad’s berserk state? What’s that supposed to be?

When did I ever do something like that?

Ah—wait. Could it be that? Dad isn’t insane like the version of him I met in the ruins from another timeline.

＊Fall of the Albret Empire (In Progress)

Hold on. So the empire still hasn’t escaped the threat of collapse?

I felt like I was glimpsing the future through a book’s table of contents when—

＊Prevent the civil war of the Uyo Alliance (Failed)

The next line suddenly crackled, turning red.

Then another line appeared.

＊Purify the World Tree

……?

＊Purify the World Tree (Taken)

I blinked as the text tore apart and scattered before disappearing.

Taken? Taken what?

But the status window didn’t give me time to think. Like a device running out of battery, it began crackling violently and vomited out a flood of text.

＊End the Northern Monster Wave……
＊End of Divinity……
＊Central Continent……
＊……

Pop—.

The status window, which had been scrolling endlessly, shut down as if it had broken. As if declaring that my peaceful everyday life was now over.

“Excuse me?”

You can’t just notify me like that and disappear—what am I supposed to do now?

Hello? Knock knock, Mr. Status Window?

Something’s wrong.

No wonder I had such a bad dream.

Just as I was about to get up and go find my master—

“Miss~”

“Huh?”

The maids who had entered to wake me made eye contact with me.

“Huh—?”

Then they suddenly went pale and rushed over.

What’s wrong with them?

“Miss, were you crying?!”

“What on earth happened?!”

Ah. Right.

I was crying.

****

Today, Halbern’s morning was unusually noisy—for one reason only.

Arellin had cried.

“Miss, are you alright?”
“Why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?!”

I panicked.

The dream had been so sad, yet I was happy to see Shione’s mom, and I didn’t even know why I was crying after waking up—but then the status window had hijacked all my attention, so I’d forgotten I was crying in the first place.

But the two maids weren’t convinced.

“Our miss hardly ever cries, you know? And now she’s like this.”

“She’s just blankly shedding tears… that makes it even more heartbreaking……”

“Who on earth made you cry, huh?!”

If I had to name someone, it’d be Shione’s mom, but……

“I had a sad dream.”

I answered honestly, a little embarrassed—but their reactions were like this:

“A sad dream…? Is our miss even the type to cry over something like that?”

“Could it be something else happened, and you’re just making excuses so we won’t worry?”

“Please stop worrying about us and tell us the truth!”

No, that is the truth!

“Could it be because of His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“Something definitely happened yesterday, didn’t it?”

“No, nothing happened.”

All we did was go on a date.

Well, Pession did say it’d be a shame to part like this and told me to look forward to something soon(?), but that wasn’t a challenge or anything.

“Oh dear, look at how swollen our miss’s eyes are.”

“If I find out who that bastard is, I swear I’ll—”

I pretended not to hear Rena’s muttering, for the sake of her social standing. I thought things were finally calming down when—

“Who made our daughter cry so early in the morning?”

He appeared.

My dad.

Ah. Round two.

And this was the main event.

Dad entered with a stiff expression, his killing intent barely restrained, pressing down on everyone around him so hard they couldn’t move.

I was planning to soothe things and defuse the situation, but—

“……?”

The moment I made eye contact with Dad, tears burst out again.

“……?”

Dad froze mid-step, flustered, while the maids—who’d been overwhelmed by his presence—now eyed him suspiciously.

“It wasn’t me.”

Dad hurriedly tried to explain.

“Miss was crying right after seeing Your Highness, though.”

“What exactly did you do wrong, huh?”

No one believed him.

Well, that’s his usual image for you.

“Daughter, why are you crying? Huh? Are you okay?”

Ignoring the maids’ glares, Dad rushed over to me, utterly flustered. Seeing him like that only made me cry more.

Dad in my dream wasn’t like this.

Maybe it was because I’d just seen a version of him who’d grown up under Shione, with no shadow in his eyes—but looking at my dad now, whose gaze lacked even a hint of that clarity, made tears well up uncontrollably.

“Why are you crying? Are you okay? Huh?”

Dad gently touched my wet cheeks, more carefully than usual, like handling fragile glass. But it was like my tear ducts were broken—I couldn’t stop.

“Dad’s……”

“Yeah. Dad’s here.”

“Dad’s eyes look too sad.”

Dad’s expression shifted strangely.

“……?”

He stared at me as if asking what I meant, then answered seriously.

“Then should I pluck my eyes out?”

Everyone stared at him in shock and horror. I looked at him too, startled—but Dad looked deadly serious.

“Uwaaahhh—”

“……??”

When I started crying even harder, Dad panicked.

“His Highness made the miss cry!”

“Boo! Trash!”

“Kick him out!”

In the end, Dad was kicked out of the room.

*****

“Mehen, what did I do wrong? Our daughter said my eyes look too sad, so I said I’d pluck them out, and then she started sobbing. What did I do wrong?”

The sunroom of Halbern Manor.

In one of the few bright spaces in the gloomy estate, Mehen—who’d been enjoying a moment of peace—found her current situation deeply sorrowful.

And this is someone’s father.

Poor Arellin.

“Mehen?”

“……”

“Mehen? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Be quiet.”

“Don’t you have something comforting to say to me?”

“No.”

“Honey, that’s cruel.”

“Shut up.”

“Haha.”

Mehen lamented her lord’s sensitivity—so abnormal and irrational that he felt no sense of discomfort at his own behavior—but she didn’t want to waste her energy explaining it.

“So why did Arell cry?”

“I don’t know.”

“…….”

Let’s just stop talking.

Mehen had gone to Arellin’s room after hearing she was crying, but the maids kicked her out and told her to wait outside, so the two of them were now stuck waiting endlessly.

“Don’t you think our daughter’s especially cold to me?”

“It’s all your own doing.”

Answering Valer half-heartedly, Mehen turned her eyes to the morning newspaper.

‘Chancellor Gawain’s Charity Auction Breaks All Records! Holy Sword Sold for 58 Million Gold! New Owner: Lady of Halbern?’

The world buzzed over yesterday’s charity party.

Reading the paper alone, everything looked peaceful—but Mehen recalled the serious international tensions brewing beneath the surface.

Albret’s internal situation isn’t exactly stable either.

Soon, the Duke of Gremwat’s will would be revealed. Whether the second or third son inherited the title would change Albret’s future.

And yet, even in this situation, that idiot is still carefree.

His reaction proved it.

“Just enjoy it. This peaceful time won’t last anyway.”

“What kind of nonsense is that?”