The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 335

“Could it be that it’s not magic power, but holy power that’s needed?”

I siphoned the energy of the stars around me and poured it into my master, but unfortunately, it had no effect.

[The darkly burning star strongly condemns you!]

The stars protested loudly, but—

“Well, who told you to run away?”

This is your karma too.

[The brightest star whimpers that your presence blocks their starlight]

I grabbed the stars, who were muttering and trying to sneak away again, with magic power and holy power, and fell into thought.

“It doesn’t really seem like my master is sick anywhere……”

I’m not a specialist in healing magic, but considering I used every healing spell I know and none of them worked, this definitely wasn’t a simple health issue.

‘I don’t know what the cause is, but if recovery is the goal, it feels like bringing Master into his domain would be best…….’

Something kept bothering me.

As I followed that feeling, I suddenly realized that this space was resonating with my master’s physical body.

And that my master’s authority, extending outward, was connecting and maintaining the Sky Tower and the Archmage’s domain.

That was strange. Was I always able to sense things like this? Or was it because I had inherited part of my master’s rank?

‘No… it feels more like something fundamental has changed.’

More precisely, it felt like something that had always existed inside me—but had been blocked and unable to come out—had finally been released.

“Ah.”

Was that why?

Why I could sense the changes in my master’s body, even as my hand was freezing solid while holding him.

Something extremely subtle was slowly siphoning away my master’s power.

And because of that, my master’s body was in the process of dying.

‘But Master won’t die.’

My master is a being for whom the concept of death does not apply as long as magic exists.

That’s why the cells destroyed by freezing cold are constantly restored, and even when his sluggish heartbeat stops, it starts beating again.

As if some unknown force was forcibly reviving him over and over.

That was the moment I realized an unpleasant truth.

Ding!

[Save your Master!]

Archmage Mercedes has lost consciousness for an unknown reason. You have accidentally discovered the space where Archmage Mercedes isolated himself, along with the fallen Archmage. You are now the only one who can save Archmage Mercedes.

Save Archmage Mercedes.

Upon success: Gain protagonist share.

Upon failure: Archmage Mercedes’s ■■.

 

 

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Meanwhile, the Crown Prince’s Palace.

“…….”

Buried in a flood of documents, Pession scanned the report before him with cold, lifeless eyes.

At present, Albret’s power structure was being reorganized around Pession.

It was the result of Emperor Edward’s long-held wish to quickly pass on the throne and live a peaceful life with Empress Ageni, aligning with Pession’s need for power in order to bring Arellin to his side and protect her.

And with the power he gained, the very first thing Pession did was—

“So, there are still people trying to approach Arellin?”

To cut off the pests buzzing around her.

“She is the only daughter of Duke Halbern, and his sole heir as well……”

“Yes… it seems moths hoping to at least leave an impression or become something like a lover are gathering.”

Naturally, Pession had his share of such lunatics too.

He thought it had all ended when Arellin appeared, but society was a world where the weak couldn’t survive.

The ladies aiming to become Pession’s ‘legal wife’ were all eliminated, but those aiming for the position of ‘mistress’ or ‘one-night lover’ continued to circle around him.

In other words, the people approaching Arellin were the same kind.

“Do they all want to die?”

Do they have two lives or something?

As a result, after Arellin’s debut in high society, it was Pession who became busier than ever.

Of course, no one could break through Arellin’s ironclad defenses, but Pession wasn’t the type to rely on luck.

“Make sure they’re educated properly so they never even think of going near Arellin again.”

“Yes, understood.”

Pession clicked his tongue.

“This is absurd. What do they think Arellin and I are?”

He found it disgusting that people believed love between a man and a woman never lasted, and that they would eventually turn their eyes elsewhere.

After all, even when Arellin was his ‘dead first love,’ an unreachable fantasy, they had dared to clumsily imitate her and insult his heart. They weren’t worth expecting anything from.

Shuddering at the misanthropy that had steadily built up during the time he spent without Arellin, Pession refocused on what mattered most.

“So then, does anyone have a good idea?”

“…….”

“…….”

Silence filled the office.

Dragged here early in the morning because something ‘serious’ was happening, everyone had gathered full of worry.

‘A proposal?’

Well… it is important, but—

Is this really it?

No matter how much they exchanged looks, once they met Pession’s eyes, no one could speak.

There was no one brave enough to ask, What on earth are you talking about? to those dignified, shining eyes. Probably.

Meanwhile, Harun still didn’t understand why he was even here.

Me……

Why am I here……?

This was all because Pession was so desperate he’d even borrow a cat’s paw, but there was no way Harun could know that.

“Can’t you just propose normally?”

Everyone in Albret knew the two liked each other!

‘There’s already no problem at all.’

Set up a proper matchmaker, exchange proposal documents between families, and proceed with the wedding—wouldn’t that be enough?

Why was this extra, unnecessary step of Pession personally proposing to Arellin required?

As if reading Harun’s thoughts, Pession replied.

“That wouldn’t be me proposing to Arellin. It would be the Alermang Imperial Family proposing a marriage alliance to Halbern.”

Pession hated that.

“I want to receive permission directly from Arellin.”

Even after he said that, the men gathered there still didn’t understand the difference.

Just as Pession slightly frowned at the awkward atmosphere—

“How can you understand a lady’s heart so poorly!”

“That’s why you’ve never dated!”

“Sir Harun, you shouldn’t think like that either!”

Afraid the fire might spread to them, the aides hurriedly stepped in.

“Isn’t it a once-in-a-lifetime event? It’s important to ladies!”

“Yes, yes—anyway, it’s important to la. dies.”

Drawing a line, saying it was a delicate issue only ladies could understand, the aides began pressuring others to spit out proposal ideas.

They didn’t understand either why this unnecessary step had to exist—but what mattered was that their boss thought it was important, right?

Apparently satisfied by their passionate support, Pession nodded.

“I want to give Arellin a proposal she’ll never forget. To the point where she’s so moved she cries.”

“……?”

That Arellin……?

Crying from emotion……?

Isn’t that bar way too high?

Leaving aside Pession’s serious ambition, everyone swallowed hard at the absurdly high standard.

“No, how are you supposed to make Lady Arellin cry? Didn’t you see Duke Halbern standing guard before?”

“At this rate, won’t Duke Halbern purge all of us?”

“If we fail, we’ll be purged by His Highness first.”

It was the tragedy of subordinates who had to do whatever they were told.

They racked their brains.

A good idea always starts with a big scale.

“What if we hold a massive event and propose in front of the entire nation…….”

“Ask the mage towers to broadcast it worldwide at the same time…….”

“Recruit mages and use illusion magic like this…….”

As outrageous events were planned—events that would make Arellin scream at them to stop immediately if she heard—Harun, who had unintentionally become a spectator to all this, thought:

‘Is this really okay?’

A worldwide live broadcast…… Arellin would probably want to die.

‘Should I stop this?’