The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 370

Pession saw it.

Saw what?

A younger Arellin.

—Mommy, P-P-Pession is a se-cret!

The way she cutely poked the communicator with her index finger while speaking was so adorable that Pession honestly thought he was dreaming.

What is that angel?
Where did that fairy even come from?

Clutching his chest like he had taken a fatal blow, there was only one thing Pession could think.

I’m going to Lemuren.

The pile of work waiting for him? Enormous.
The duties he absolutely had to fulfill? Just as many.

But at this moment, nothing could stop Pession.

It does bother me a bit that Chloe, who had been shamelessly clinging to the twins and Harun, suddenly disappeared…

For now, Harun would track that down.
They guessed she had probably gone north.

What’s even in the north?

Pession felt uneasy about Chloe.
He didn’t know why, but there was a strange feeling he couldn’t put into words.

Anyway, aside from that, there was nothing holding him back.

Alright.

Pession moved immediately.

Every second mattered.

“!”

Then, at the warp gate, he ran into a familiar face.

“…Mehen?”

“…Your Highness?”

It looked like the other man had also dropped everything and rushed out.
They were dressed similarly—simple traveler clothes with robes pulled over them, suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

Without a word, the two felt a sense of comradeship.

Just then, a mage came to activate the warp gate and flinched when he saw the two gloomy robed figures.

“W-Where are you headed?”

Their destination was already decided.

“The Holy Kingdom of Lemuren.”

“The Holy Kingdom of Lemuren.”

 

 

 

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Meanwhile, back at the Albert Imperial Palace, which Pession had left behind.

When the Crown Prince, who had gone out alone claiming he was on patrol, failed to return, the Crown Prince’s Guard went into chaos.

Of all times, now!
And Lord Harun isn’t even here!

The knights thought the same thing.

This is it. Today’s the day we die. Heads rolling day.

They had mentally prepared themselves ever since the Crown Prince’s mood had darkened, ever since he stayed up all night staring at the crystal core.

Something involving the Crown Prince will happen one day,
and our heads will pay for it.

But not this soon!

The only good news was that the Crown Prince’s whereabouts were quickly discovered.

The bad news was that his destination via warp gate was the Holy Kingdom of Lemuren.

Since Lemuren was a politically neutral state, even the Imperial Guard couldn’t enter without permission.

While the guards trembled in anxiety—

Empress Ageni was reading the note left behind by her wayward son.

「This unfilial son is going to find Arellin.
—Pession」

The Empress rubbed her eyes and looked for more.

That single line was all there was.

“Haah…”

No request to take care of things.
No plea to persuade the Emperor.

Such a clean, simple sentence.

Because it was so like Pession, Empress Ageni ended up laughing.

“Right. Falling hopelessly in love really does run in this family.”

 

 

 

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Tap tap tap tap.

Even in Lemuren, where many young priests were orphans, an unusual scene was unfolding.

In the most solemn area—where elderly priests gathered—a small child was toddling around energetically.

“Oh my, how adorable.”

“Whose child could that be?”

With her chubby cheeks and careful movements, Arellin won the hearts of the older priests despite not being very social.

Valer enjoyed this moment—everyone praising Arellin’s cuteness.

Because that adorable child is my daughter!

When Arellin came back holding candy and tilting her head in confusion, Valer chuckled and squished her soft cheeks.

The way they squished together made his eyes curve with happiness.

“Our daughter is really loved. Everyone says you’re cute.”

“?”

Arellin seriously wrote something in the sketchbook she was holding.

「I know」

“Just say it.”

「No! ( ‘-‘ ꐦ)」

Because she kept stressing over her slurred pronunciation and trying to speak clearly, Arellin had gotten so frustrated that she’d started carrying around a sketchbook to write instead.

Valer didn’t like that very much.

Arellin with a short tongue and slurred speech?

How many chances would he ever get in his life to enjoy this kind of cuteness?

Despite Valer’s tearful internal plea—

「I said no!! ⳻_⳺」

He couldn’t break through Arellin’s iron defense.

Valer felt gloomy.

Even when she’s stressed, she’s cute.

What wasn’t cute?

It felt a little bad to say, but even Arellin walking around with a huge sketchbook and pen, writing crooked letters with her tiny hands, was unbearably adorable.

Seeing it honestly made his heart hurt.

Ah… what was he supposed to choose?

Just as Valer was drowning in this luxurious dilemma—

A cardinal called out to them.

“Grand Duke Halbern, Young Lady of House Halbern. Please follow me.”

 

 

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Holding Arellin in his arms, Valer headed deeper into Lemuren.

This was Lemuren’s sanctuary—a place so sacred that even the Emperor of the Albert Empire couldn’t easily enter.

An altar stood atop nine steps.

The eldest Saintess stood beside the altar, while the others sat one step lower each.

Even without faith, the sight itself inspired solemnity.

Seven Saintesses.

Their blinded eyes, covered with white cloth, turned toward the visitors all at once.

Anyone else would have shrunk back in fear—but unfortunately, this father and daughter were far too familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

Especially Valer.

He knew why the Saintesses had lost their sight.

Because humans dared to share in a god’s authority.

There was one missing truth in the story of the Holy Grail—said to convert faith into divine power.

Relics never function on their own.

The limitation of tools.

So who, then, could use the Holy Grail?

The answer was the existence of the seven Saintesses.

Women who shared in a god’s consciousness and authority.

There were once thirteen.
Now only seven remained.

That alone showed their decline.

Perhaps sensing Valer’s bitter smile, the First Saintess spoke, and the others followed.

“Thank you for answering our call.”

“You have both walked a difficult path to reach this place.”

“We are honored to finally meet you.”

Arellin tilted her head.

It sounded like polite words, yet their trembling voices were filled with joy.

“So, Saintesses. Why did you call us?”

“Yea.”

The ones who stopped them from immediately returning to Albert were the Saintesses themselves.

Valer felt all of their gazes settle on Arellin.

If he said it felt like everyone was doting on her, would that just be a dad thing?

Well, my daughter is cute.

“Would it be rude to say we wished to meet you in person?”

“I don’t know about rude, but why did you want to see me?”

“Because your very existence proves that our faith was not mistaken.”

“?”

A human who carries divinity.
Blessed by the Last God.
The sole proof that the Age of Myths truly existed.

Then the First Saintess spoke again.

“There are words prepared for you. Have you heard the prophecy?”

Arellin blinked blankly.

Prophecy? I barely escaped from inside a crystal and ended up in Lemuren—how would I have heard it?

Seeing Arellin fidget silently with a slightly sulky look, gentle smiles spread across their faces.

With soft laughter, a quiet voice echoed through the sanctuary.

Awaken the one trapped in dreams
and sweep away the darkness of the end.

Do not kneel before helpless despair.

In the wandering of a lost age,
cast away the final nightmare.

Only now will true destiny open its door.

Even in this darkness, there is a path.

Move forward into the warm light.

Arellin tilted her head.

Why were prophecies always so vague?

It kind of sounds like it says nothing… is that just me?

Then Valer nodded and murmured,

“It seems to be a new prophecy connected to the old ones.”

“Ohhh!”

So there really was a prophecy.

Arellin nodded along.

Another Saintess spoke.

“There are words prepared for you alone.”

To our beloved one.

Please do not lose hope.

You will be able to find it.

No matter how difficult it is, do not give up.

For the sake of our pitiful future.

“With that, we have delivered all the ‘words’ entrusted to us.”

All the Saintesses looked at Arellin.

At that moment, Valer realized their authority could vanish at any time.

They must have paid a heavy price to deliver these words.

Arellin hadn’t noticed yet.

“We sincerely wish your future to be filled with blessings.”

As Valer received the Saintesses’ heartfelt blessing, he looked at Arellin blinking her big eyes in confusion.

And thought—

Just how much hope is that child carrying on her shoulders?