The Male Lead I Raised Is Obsessed With Me

Episode 27

The maids were delighted, but the person who was the most delighted was Naol, whose eyes had turned black in the past few days.

“Huhu. Madam. You said you’d be back soon. I was all alone, sob, working, sob.”

I patted Naol on the back.

Yeah, we do have a lot of work in our castle.

I need to hire someone to help with the paperwork quickly.

For now, there were not many people who would travel this far to the cold north.

It was also a job that required a trustworthy person. 

No matter what you do, things continue to happen.

The day I came back, I fell asleep with Luc after a long time.

And from the next day, it was a continuation of work.

The Agriculture Division, Ron, handed me a thick pouch.

“This is the rimple fruit that madam requested.”

When I opened the pouch, I saw a grass with small purple berries similar to sesame seeds.

“Yes. This is the one.”

To my eyes, it looked like shiny golden fruits, not purple ones.

“But what are you going to use this for?”

“Do you know the benefits of this plant?”

“Isn’t it just a weed? It’s not tasty, it’s weak but poisonous, so eating it will only give you an upset stomach.”

“No. This is the item that will make us very successful.”

On Earth, it would have been possible to even earn the Nobel Peace Prize.

At my words, Ron still had a puzzled look on his face.

“I’ll make it and test it on you first. Look forward to it.”

I grinned at Ron’s shiny head.

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‘If I had made hair loss medicine on Earth, I would have been very rich.’

I sighed and stirred the liquid in the pot.

If you mix the rimple berry, lelong flowers and a few other herbs with water, a hair loss medicine is produced.

In the original story, I was wondering why the author suddenly wrote about the hair loss medicine recipe in the page. 

I thought the author was obsessed with hair loss medicine recipes because they were suffering from hair loss, but I never imagined that it would be so helpful.

Blackie, who was watching me make it while wagging his tail, sniffed.

[Is it a hair medicine?]

I haven’t even told him, but Blackie immediately recognised the type of medicine.

I asked back in amazement

“How did you know?”

[I’ve seen someone make one before.]

“Who?”

At my words, Blackie frowned.

[I don’t remember that very well. It must have been a divine beast’s contractor. It’s impossible for it to be a divine beast.]

“Why is it impossible?”

[There aren’t many people who can make a contract with a divine beast. Without a contract, divine beasts cannot communicate with humans. No matter how much a divine beast makes a hair medicine, how can they distribute it when they can’t talk to humans?]

“It could be a divine beast with hair loss.”

[My God. How can you call a beast that sheds hair a divine beast?]

With his glistening white scales, Blackie was bewildered.

“Who knows, there might be a divine beast in this world who has troubles with their hair.”

I recalled the owner of my part-time job who was rich, but wore a wig every day.

Everyone had a hard time pretending not to notice during the summer.

[Is Master the same too?]

“What?”

[Is Master making something like this because you don’t have hair?]

“What? No! Where is there a hair loss?”

I strongly denied it, shaking my thick hair.

Rather, I’m more worried that I have too much hair. What hair loss?!

[You don’t have any on your arm. Since it’s cold, you’re trying to keep warm with your fur, right?]

“No! Absolutely not!”

Blackie came up with a more horrifying imagination.

Of course, if I applied this on my arms, the hair would grow thicker but I didn’t want that to happen.

“I’m going to sell it! I’m going to sell it to people with hair loss!”

Blackie made a puzzled look at my words.

[People would buy something like that? Why? If you don’t have enough hair, you can wear a hat to keep warm.]

“Human life is more complicated than you think.”

Blackie’s face still looked puzzled.

He seemed like a person who doesn’t understand the delicate emotions of human beings.

While chatting with Blackie, the hair loss medicine was finally completed.

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Viscount Glump was content with his life.

A wealthy lineage, a harmonious family, and a brilliant mind.

However, he had one concern; his hair was falling off day by day.

“Sigh.”

He sighed deeply in the mirror.

His thin hair swayed pathetically as he moved.

Currently, he was hiding it with his hairstyle somehow, but if you looked closely, you could see the smooth top of his head through his sparse hair.

He washed his hair every day with medicine that was good for hair loss, ate food that helps with hair loss, and even did 30 minutes of meditation every morning when he heard that stress was not good for hair loss!

“It’s falling again……”

Who said that lost hair will grow back?

Once he lost his hair, it won’t be restored.

In the midst of his unbearable despair, he raised his hand as though he wanted to tear his hair, but he couldn’t tear out his precious hair, so he clenched his fist instead.

Then, someone knocked on Viscount Glump’s door.

He calmed himself down and spoke in a heavy tone.

“……Come in.”

His loyal butler came to him with a box in his hand.

He had never been envious of the butler, but these day whenever he saw the butler’s thick hair, he couldn’t help but feel a little envious.

‘It’s just a hair……’

Even though he thought so, he couldn’t be indifferent at all.

Even his rival, Viscount Taxen, pretends not to care about his thinning hair, acts to have plenty of it but sprinkles black powder every time.

“Viscount. A package was sent from the Duchy of Valfruga.”

“From the Duchy of Valfruga?”

Among the many nobles of the Empire, only four families, who were the contributors to founding the empire, were given the title of duke. 

A duke holds overwhelming power comparable to that of the emperor, but only one of them, the Valfruga, was an exception.

“What happened to that ruined place all of a sudden?”

“Well, perhaps they are asking to borrow some money?”

In response to Viscount Glump, there was a hint of ridicule in the butler’s words.

Had it been any other dukes, such as the Duke of Summerhield, they would not have been able to stand on their feets, trembling at the fact that a letter was sent to them, but the Valfruga was an exception.

He recalled the last time he had seen him, the late Duke of Valfruga.

Although he tried his best to keep his pride upright, his clothes that were made entirely of old cloth were enough to induce ridicule from the nobles.

‘Look at those tacky clothes. You’re still wearing something so old-fashioned. Even my grandfather wouldn’t wear anything like that.’

‘How old is that cloth? My goodness. It looks older than the cloth we use for mopping our house.’

‘Did you see the carriage? You’re using a carriage that doesn’t even have a family crest on it? Could it be that it was borrowed?’

Insults rained down on him, but he did not leave.

He stayed in his seat until the end.

Because that was the condition of the host for lending him money.

“It would be difficult if they ask to borrow money from us too.”

Viscount Glump frowned and ordered the butler to open the package.

It wasn’t worth opening it himself.

Inside, the package contained a letter and a small bottle that was wrapped well to prevent it from being broken.

Unlike ordinary wax, the wax used on the envelope of the letter flowed like flames.

As the butler opened the letter, the black dragon, which was coiled around the letter as if protecting it, stared at the butler with its red eyes.

Then, it turned into flames and disappeared into thin air.

“W-What’s this? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

The butler blinked as he watched the dragon disappear into the air.

“It’s a magic that only the emperor and the four great dukes can use. But it cost quite a lot of money…Where on earth did they get the money to use this magic? So, what is the letter about? Did they ask for money?”

“No. That’s not it……”

The butler took a closer look at Viscount Glump.

He was usually a good master, but he had a sensitive spot regarding his hair.

“That…It says they sent a good medicine for hair growth.”

“What?”

Viscount Glump’s hands trembled with anger.

“They dare make fun of people!”

What hair growth medicine!

About 40 years ago, during his mid-20s, his hair began falling off.

He had been looking for a way to get his hair back but to no avail.

But now, all of a sudden, a hair loss medicine appeared from the Valfruga Duchy, who has no concern about it?

It was clear that they were making fun of him.

“Take that…!”

He was going to say, ‘take that away right this instance!’, but his obsession with hair stopped him.

What if it’s truly a medicine for hair growth?

Was he going to blow up a once-in-a-lifetime chance?

Could it be legitimate?

He could apply it first then get mad, right?

There was no way a poor place like the Duchy of Valfruga would use expensive magic on a prank letter, right?

“Ehem. Give me that letter.”

Viscount Glump accepted the letter arrogantly with one hand.

The sentence after the usual greeting and the instruction on how to use the medicine touched his heart. 

‘Someone would say it’s impossible to cure hair loss because it was like bringing a dead body back to life. But I believe that hair loss is a disease that can be treated.’

Ah, such a comforting statement for a bald person!

What was more painful than the constant wish to grow hair was the words that took away the hope from itself, saying that it was impossible to cure hair loss.

Surely this person too, must have been heartbroken by the hair fall on the pillow when they woke up in the morning.

If this was the case, wouldn’t it be fine to try it on his own hair?

“Viscount?”

When Viscount Glump remained silent and trembled, the butler called him anxiously.

“Now…put some of that medicine on my head.”

“Oh, yes.”

Viscount Glump’s sudden change in attitude was confusing, but the butler was a professional, so he didn’t show it on his face.

Instead, as the Viscount ordered, he applied the medicine sent from the Valfruga Duchy onto the top of Viscount’s smooth head.

“How long do I keep it?”

“It says that it should take half an hour.”

“That’s a long time.”

The sticky purple medicine was cold and it tickled when it was applied to his hair.

‘Isn’t this just going to do bad things to my precious hair……’

He was worried that all his few precious hair that remained would be washed away while washing off the medicine.

It was then.