The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 387

The situation at the Northern Fortress was changing rapidly.

A sudden, all-out assault by dragons.

An anomaly in the sky, and the appearance of Arellin.

And then……

Both of them disappeared!

People could only feel an uncomfortable sense that something beyond human understanding had occurred, at the moment an untouchable pressure crushed the battlefield.

“Good grief.”

The Muvisk Duke, Quayen, was once again struck by the sheer vastness of the authority possessed by immortals.

As expected, those who had become part of the world itself were not beings that mortals could stand against.

On the other hand, the reactions of the two men who had roughly figured out what kind of power the “Tyrant Drowned in Grief” had used were… rather rough.

Valer was simply furious.

“That bastard?”

As if anything would change just because he returned to his domain—how dare he kidnap his precious daughter?

He wasn’t worried about Arellin. After all, Halbern had abilities that allowed him to emerge from the reverse world, and besides, his daughter was great.

Still—

“That damn lizard.”

The reaction of the man who had once again lost Arellin right before his eyes was different.

“Arellin……!”

After everything we’ve been through together—who does that lizard think he is, breaking us apart?!

Pession finally exploded.

 

 

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Karjien stared blankly at the finger pointing at him.

Arellin was seething with anger.

“Kneel! Hands up! You little—how dare you lie to me!”

“It wasn’t a lie. I just didn’t say anything.”

“That’s the same thing! Silence is a lie too, you jerk!”

Due to the crime of being utterly infuriating, Karjien’s kneeling-with-hands-up punishment was extended by thirty more minutes.

From Karjien’s point of view, it was completely unfair.

Even if he currently looked like a child, hey—he was the Dragon Emperor, the only living dragon, the oldest immortal, and the king of the North…!

“Kneel!”

But since the other party was his tamer, his body automatically responded, unable to disobey an order, and he dropped to his knees with his hands raised.

It was unbelievably, overwhelmingly absurd!

Still……

‘So this is what being tamed feels like.’

Karjien had never been deeply attached to anything in his life.

At most, there were the kin he once led—and even that was closer to responsibility than affection.

Yet now, just sitting there, Arellin’s raw, furious emotions were being transmitted to him directly, and for some reason, the thought suddenly crossed his mind that he didn’t want to lose this.

It was probably the bond created by taming.

An unfamiliar feeling, unfamiliar thoughts—was this what it meant to be alive?

‘Mortals are exhausting.’

Just as he thought it was a waste to be so affected by such trivial things, Arellin glared at him.

“…….”

“…….”

Karjien straightened his back and continued serving his punishment.

Arellin let out a sigh.

“It feels like I picked up a problem child.”

“A problem child? More like a treasure. No, I’m at least a lump of Orharkon.”

“Don’t argue, you jerk. You’re giving me a headache!”

Arellin snapped, demanding, “What exactly did I inherit anyway, and what even is this ancient oath?”—but Karjien clammed up like an oyster.

“You only shut your mouth when it’s inconvenient for you. Ugh.”

Arellin grumbled, but this was one thing Karjien absolutely did not want to explain. Even if his human master ordered him as a tamer, he was prepared to risk his life to refuse.

Arms crossed, Arellin looked down at Karjien with a “What am I supposed to do with this guy?” expression. Thankfully, she didn’t seem intent on pressing further.

When Karjien suddenly realized he was relieved by that, he let out a dry laugh without meaning to.

The powerless depression gnawing at him hadn’t vanished like a miracle. Nor did he expect his dragon life to suddenly change overnight.

But somehow, he had a strong feeling that his noisy end-of-the-world dragon life had become different from before.

‘Is this also because of taming? I think I finally understand why everyone clung to it, even knowing it was futile.’

The Star That Yearns, the World Tree, the Apostle of the End—and perhaps even sloth itself……

Karjien finally faced the overwhelming possibility radiating from his master, too dazzling to look away from. It was so bright that he felt a powerful temptation to bet everything on that hope of change.

Still kneeling with his hands raised, Karjien asked in a subdued voice,

“Why are you trying to save this world?”

Arellin answered.

“I never tried to save it.”

“…….”

He wanted to call it a lie, but they were bound through resonance. Karjien couldn’t help but know that this was truly how Arellin felt.

“Destruction can’t be stopped.”

“I never tried to stop it either. As long as things are fine until I die, that’s enough. It’s like how, in my previous life, I lived peacefully even though the sun will turn into a red giant and swallow Earth in five billion years.”

“…….”

Then why did she stop him?

Sensing Karjien’s expression souring, Arellin frowned.

“Hey, you attacked first.”

“…….”

“The Northern Fortress has been my family’s land for generations, you know?”

She muttered that she’d always wondered why a powerful family like Halbern’s would rule over such barren land, but now it made sense—it was surrounded by immortals on all sides—and shook her head.

“This secret-ridden family.”

Arellin sighed.

It looked almost comical, but Karjien, who knew far more than most, didn’t waver easily.

“Well? Do you really think this world will hold together until you die? It won’t be easy.”

“What are you talking about?”

Arellin looked at him like he was spouting nonsense.

“To begin with, even ‘now’ is a case of a destined destruction being accelerated.”

“……?”

“The time axis is twisted.”

Arellin blinked.

“…So what?”

Ah. She doesn’t know.

Karjien slowly lowered his arms as he explained.

“Some crazy bastard keeps rewinding a perfectly fine timeline infinitely, and that’s what’s accelerating this world’s destruction, you foolish being.”

A brief silence.

“I’ve met my share of immortals, but this is the first I’ve heard of that.”

At Arellin’s skeptical gaze, Karjien sighed.

“One life alone is already exhausting. When the same time repeats over and over, the souls of insignificant creatures like you can’t endure it.”

Even without memories of regression, scars remained on the soul—and that was why this world was such a mess. Karjien rose slightly and clicked his tongue at the stupidity of some lunatic.

“That’s why everyone’s minds are broken.”

Watching him quietly, Arellin snorted.

“And yet you infinitely revived monsters, knowing it was self-destructive.”

“…….”

“Were you that lonely?”

Ahem.

Karjien looked away.

Beyond the Abyss, he could still feel the monsters being resurrected by his immortality.

‘I know I have to let them go, but…….’

Seeing him hesitate, Arellin asked softly,

“Do monsters have souls too?”

“…Probably.”

“Then where do they go when they die?”

“They don’t go anywhere. They just turn to dust and disappear.”

“That’s kind of sad.”

Karjien turned to look at Arellin. She was staring up at the Abyssal sky, her expression unreadable.

“Do dragons have funerals?”

“Does it look like we would? Dragons exist as fully independent beings. From birth to death, each one is a complete species unto itself—there’s no reason to mourn the dead.”

It was also because an immortal meeting death in the first place was considered foolish.

“Idiots.”

“What?”

“A funeral isn’t just for the dignity of the dead—it’s comfort for the living too……”

Arellin murmured.

“…It helps those who survived, who must keep living, so they aren’t crushed by heavy grief.”

Karjien couldn’t fully understand her words, but he knew she was saying something important.

That must be why—

“Fine. Looks like I have to step in myself.”

Even seeing the mischief in her eyes as she looked at him, he couldn’t refuse and followed along obediently.

‘This is absolutely not because of taming. Absolutely not.’

 

 

 

 

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The Northern Fortress.

Amazingly, the battle—fought while relying on a single remaining wall amid the ruins—still wasn’t over.

However, the situation was no longer as desperate as before, because at a certain point, the flood-like number of monsters had sharply decreased.

Ordinary soldiers didn’t realize it, but the mages and holy knights knew exactly when it happened.

‘After Lady Arellin appeared and vanished with the dragon.’

They didn’t know what had happened afterward, but as everyone who noticed engraved Arellin’s noble sacrifice into their hearts and focused on fighting the remaining monsters—

Ziiing—

A slow, deep vibrato echoed from somewhere.

Like a gentle hand stroking those exhausted in body and soul from the prolonged battle, soft music tickled their ears.

Then—

“Look over there!”

People pointed to the sky.

As everyone looked up, they saw the dragon that had threatened them just hours ago now flying freely through the northern sky, carrying someone on its back.

“That’s……!”

There wasn’t even time to ask who it was.

Because someone—no, Crown Prince Pession—recognized the familiar figure instantly and shouted.

“…Arellin!”