The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health

Prologue 

Her face grew paler as she watched the mysterious liquid sloshing around in the large glass.

Gurgling.

A dark green liquid.

It’s viscous and sticky, and once she drinks it, She doesn’t think she will be able to take care of her life, let alone her taste buds.

But there’s something that fascinates her more than this mysterious liquid, so she is going to try it…

“Here.”

This one.

“Drink!”

It was Pession Allermann, smiling bewitchingly as he held out a glass full of the mysterious liquid to her.

“Ugh.”

Her pride was instantly bruised by the fact that her heart had been swayed by the beauty of the coveted eight-year-old.

His red eyes sparkled like jewels as they held mine.

“What are you doing, aren’t you going to drink?”

Without answering, she stared up at him.

Pession Allermann.

The arch-enemy of the Allemand imperial family, the future crown prince who would rule over the Great Empire of Albrecht.

And the ‘male lead’ of this ‘novel’.

That’s right. She was reincarnated in a novel.

As an extra who is weak and dies quickly.

An extra who will die after playing the role of the male lead’s girlfriend, no more, no less.

She was sure he would have been…

“Arel, I’ve worked so hard to get this for you, and you’re not going to drink it?”

How did this happen?

If she showed the slightest sign of hesitation, Pession, who had picked up on the hint, looked at her with tearful eyes.

…When she comes out like this, she feels like she is going to go crazy.

What the hell is he doing to me!

“No, I wasn’t going to eat it…”

“Then drink it.”

“No…”

You wouldn’t want to drink it!

She could drink with her eyes closed, but only if she had a somewhat decent visual.

That was something she didn’t even want to put in her mouth!

Her face crumpled, and Pession’s expression grew even more wistful.

The only answer is flight…!

Tsk!

“Huh? Where are you going?”

…She was caught within a second.

She couldn’t even run away properly in this shitty body.

As she made an impression, Pession, who was looking as lonely as an abandoned puppy, suddenly began a monologue like a scene from a theater play.

“For the sake of your health, I personally killed a monster at the top of Mount Croan in Sihalen and brought it back to you, but oh, that monster was strong. Its hide was tough… and it almost killed me, and you couldn’t pay me for it… and you don’t know how much I cared… and I got it all from Elrond’s flowers and elixirs in the White Witch’s Forest, and the health benefits…”

“Oh, I’ll drink it, I’ll drink it!”

Eventually her conscience pricked, and she couldn’t resist.

She suppressed her physiological rejection and finally put her lips to the glass.

It was both infuriating and strange to see Pession’s face light up in an instant. After holding her nose and forcing herself to empty the glass, her stomach is churning.

…She wants to vomit.

“Arel you! I heard you fell down again yesterday, I told you to be healthy! Who says you’re weak? You’re sick on my watch!”

She was furious. She wasn’t born in this body to be good.

“At least I ate this today, so I won’t collapse.”

It was so sad.

The taste in her mouth.

It was a taste she never wanted to feel again. God. Why have you put me through this ordeal…

“From now on, when you fall down, fall down with my permission. Do you understand?”

Pession had gone mad and was finally forcing her to say something that didn’t make sense.

Say something that made sense.

And then the question that snapped her out of it.

“Did you do exercise?”

Hmmph.

No way.

For the record, this was the weakest body she’s ever been in, and her head was spinning just standing up.

“That’s weird. All that exercise and not a single muscle.”

“…”

“Come with me later, when you’re done digesting, and we’ll go out and work out!”

“…”

It’s a tragedy.

It’s hard enough to live in this shitty body, but it’s just making her life even darker.

Unaware of her feelings, Pession continued to mutter more and more outrageous things.

“You need to get healthy so you can go hiking with me and kill monsters. Don’t you agree, Arel?”

Catching monsters?!

What the hell do you want me to do?

She squirmed in disgust.

She has been reincarnated in a novel, and suddenly the Baron is obsessed with her health.

“Don’t worry, Arel, trust me, I’ll make sure you’re healthy!”

Oh, Male lead, please go away.