The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health

Chapter 17

If you ask me what the only downside of a world that has been brought to modern civilization by magic engineering is, it’s the lack of Netflix.

What a bleak world it is when you can’t watch films at home.

There are theaters, but it’s too much of a hassle to go out to see them all the time, and to be honest, She doesn’t like the idea of having a private performance at home.

The idea that those actors are performing exclusively for her…

‘It’s a burden.’

Her half-modern self preferred to stay away, thanks to the return of memories from her past life.

Long live social distancing.

There were comics, but they were used to incite people who were barely literate, not the webcomics she knew.

It’s true. In this world, content for “entertainment” or “fun” for corner bullies was pretty much wiped out.

Fiction?

Yes, novels were the only thing.

“Doesn’t make sense.”

How could she be possessed by the world of romance fantasy and have her appetite for fun diminished by a lack of content?

“What do the humans of this world do?”

Court parties, home parties, tea parties, dinner parties, standing parties, parties.

Hmmm. So that’s why they’re all such party animals, she didn’t know that.

She hid in the corner of her room and tried to read a novel, but the content of this world, which hadn’t yet invented the crazy genre, was too boring for a modern person bombarded with all kinds of stimuli.

So it was.

The story of how a bellhop walked out of an annoying collection meeting.

For the first row intuition!

But…

“Arellin, try this!”

As a side note, her will or motivation to take control of her destiny, to confront her fate, to do anything with the world, converged on zero.

She’s just going to stay quiet, pretend she doesn’t exist, and end her life peacefully.

But then.

“Try this.”

“Oh, and this.”

“This is delicious.”

It’s not quiet at all.

How did this happen?

“Arellin!”

This was all his fault.

Crown Prince Pession.

The male lead of this novel, and the center of this collection meeting.

“Huh? Arellin, what are you thinking?”

A momentary curiosity, she thought, an interest that had gone too far.

Why don’t you stop paying attention to me? You’re shaking up my peaceful life.

“I’m…”

“Aren’t you going to eat this?”

Can’t you see how many eyes are on you? You think you can eat in this atmosphere?

She’d say something, but the glare is too much for her to fight. Yes, she’s a sinner.

“I can’t eat this much.”

“Eh? You have a lot?”

“…”

She really wants to punch him.

Her fists are clenched and shaking, and she can’t help but be impressed.

“Arellin, does your head hurt?!”

Please be quiet.

“Graham, here! Doctor!”

“Please.”

Be still! Please!

Her drained of energy after hastily shushing Pession.

She’s tired.

She wants to go home.

She wants to sleep.

She desperately needed a caffeine fix out of the three modern-day nutrients: nicotine, alcohol, and caffeine. She wants an ice-cold Americano.

Just as her threshing soul was about to disembody, Pession placed something else on her bowl.

“Chew on that!”

What did he hear here say?

Her stomach had already exceeded its capacity half an hour ago. If she eats again here, she will surely die.

Oh, no?

Was this a new form of torture?

Food torture…?

‘I can’t die like this.’

People become stronger in times of crisis.

She quickly looked around to see if anyone could help her.

There was no one.

Well, that’s my life.

How am I going to get out of this?

‘I’m stuck.’

“You should eat, Your Highness. You haven’t eaten much since you’ve been looking after me here.”

She laughed softly as she passed the bowl in front of her, and Pession looked at her with touched eyes.

“Arellin, you’re an angel!”

No, I’m not.

“Arellin gave it to me, so I’ll eat it all!”

She shouldn’t have said she gave it to him in the first place. Because all the food on that bowl was put there by Pession.

The air around her felt like it was touching her skin as she made the Pession.

Whispered, whispered, whispered.

“What the hell, who is she?”

“Arellin? Do you know her?”

“I don’t know her.”

“When did Your Highness become friends with her?”

“I don’t know. Do you know her?”

“I don’t know her either.”

“What have you done to make him so upset?”

“Is there something?”

The chatter of children’s voices carried on the wind.

She can hear them, but can’t he?

She could see the absurdity and discontent of the excluded children, for from the moment she appeared, Pession had taken hold of her and formed a world of his own.

Jealousy and envy.

It’s so familiar, so comfortable, so much like home. She thought it was her bed.

It was familiar in her previous life, but new to Arellin.

‘I always sat on that side of the bed.’

Who knew she’d be sewn up next to Pession? Now if only someone would take it away.

“Arellin!”

Pession grinned, having just finished a mountain of food. It was a monster’s pace.

How strong of a stomach does he have to have to vacuum like that?

I couldn’t help but feel envious of Pession’s stomach compared to mine.

“Do you want some more?”

“Yes!”

“Can you eat like that and still have more?”

“Yes! I can!”

“Really?”

Wow, I’m so jealous.

“Try it.”

Before she knew it, the spinning to protect her stomach had turned into an exploration of, “How much can a Pession really eat?

Pession, who was eager to see if she was taking care of him, ate the whole thing and finished it in no time.

New fact she learnt today.

The crown prince can feed seven people by himself.

Even though he is still growing up, she witnessed a miracle that day.

***

Pession stuck to her like a stick of gum all day long.

Not just at the table, but at playtime, even giving up his favorite ball game to sit and read with her.

“Has Arellin learnt all her arabesque letters already?”

“Mmm.”

She doesn’t remember picking up any letters, but at some point it just came naturally and she was just reading.

It’s like a language patch, if you will. At least she could read all the books in her home library.

“I’ve been studying hard.”

“Wow, that’s great!”

“You can do it, Your Highness.”

“Yes! I’ll do my best!”

It was quite amusing to watch the bookworms and geniuses who were happy to read, but disappointed when they couldn’t get away from her because the crown prince was always out playing.

It’s quite amusing to watch them stare at her from the sidelines, wondering how she is going to pay attention to them…

“Mmm.”

She’d forgotten about him, but he’s really popular.

She’d always thought he was a bit of a dullard because of his wandering expression, but Pession, who was reading a book, had a different impression.

‘Basically, if you don’t smile, you look sharp.’

He had silver hair like moonlight, and eyes as red as rubies. He’s a boy, so his lines are thin, so he looks like a pretty boy, but when he frowns slightly, he looks handsome.

Wow.

She was mesmerized just looking at him.

‘If you were born in modern times, you could make a living with your face.’

She doesn’t know what the artist was thinking.

She doesn’t know what the author was thinking, but Pession was a rare type of baron.

A healthy, fit Baron with no significant past, no serious secrets, a stable home life, common sense and respectable parents, the right kind of friends, good relationships, common sense, no mental illness, no personal character flaws.

‘Wow, isn’t romance fantasy male lead Guo Rul a miserable, enormous, ‘obsessed Omani Northern Duke of Regret’ with a huge past history, secrets, and character flaws?’

Suddenly, she realized why this novel…

Why was it ruined…

She knows… like…

“No, I enjoyed it!”

“Huh?”

“No, I’m having fun watching it.”

“I see.”

Her interest quickly faded, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for Pession.

“I like sunshine states.”

Maybe.

Unless he’s exercising her, she guesses that’s a good thing.

Which is probably irrelevant, since it’ll lead to the liquor anyway.

‘What if I’m reincarnated and they write a new story that leads to me?’

No, no, no. You’re delusional. You’re overly self-conscious. Get a grip.

“What?”

“No. Nothing.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“Come to think of it, Arellin.”

“What?”

She turned her head absentmindedly and made eye contact with Pession. She flinched at her reflection in those clear red eyes.

“Call me by my name.”

“Yes, eh?”

“Pession.”

Suddenly, Pession had an awkward request.

“Crown Prince…”

“Pession.”

“Your Highness…”

“Sion.”

“…”

She figured it was easy enough, but she didn’t really want to socialize with Pession.

What would I do with someone whose personality and disposition didn’t match mine?

“Pe. Ssion.”

But.

A mere extra was not going to go against the leading man.

“Pession.”

“Hehe.”

It was hard for the princess to argue with the crown prince, even if it wasn’t for that reason.

Pession had a nice smile on his face, so she figured it wouldn’t hurt to call him by his first name.

“Call me again.”

“Yes, Pession.”

“Hehehe.”

It was a brilliantly bright smile, like the sunshine on a sunny spring day.

***

The way back.

She barely manages to get Pession to see her off, and she is about to return to Halbern and the mansion in peace when a group of people stop their.

“What happened?”

She asked.

“The Empress calls for you.”

An unwanted event popped up.