Saved Him, Now I'm Obsessed (10 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 9
“Then did you also see my future? Not now, but ten or twenty years from now—I’m curious what I’ll look like as a middle-aged or elderly person. If possible, I’d love to be running a big apothecary and gaining fame as an apothecary by then….”
“Jane’s future ten years from now?”
He frowned, deep in thought. Seeing his expression—clearly struggling to recall—I prompted him.
“You said you saw my childhood and watched me grow up through dreams. So naturally, you must have seen me aged as well. Or… is it just too awful to tell me? Does my apothecary go bankrupt? Do I end up utterly ruined and homeless on the streets?”
Even now, the business wasn’t particularly profitable. Without Ian, I would’ve shut it down long ago. Yet if my apothecary were truly destined to fail financially, Ian would surely help me.
In fact, as he often told me, he might even get me a position at the imperial palace. If he’d seen such a future, he’d have insisted I take the job, saying it was bound to happen anyway.
But Ian only tilted his head in confusion, avoiding a direct answer about my future. It didn’t seem like he was hiding something—more like he genuinely didn’t know.
“Could it be you didn’t see my future at all?”
An uneasy thought suddenly popped into my head—what if I simply didn’t have a future? Did I have a short life ahead? Though it wasn’t uncommon for healers or apothecaries to heal others while neglecting their own health and dying young…
‘No. The last time Ian clearly saw a proper future was when he was six years old—that was already seventeen years ago. Maybe it’s just too far ahead for him to see.’
While I often felt fatigued from overwork, I was otherwise quite healthy and rarely fell ill. At twenty-seven, it felt far too early to be thinking about death.
The medicine Ian was taking was meant to forcibly suppress his precognitive abilities.
It didn’t eliminate his foresight entirely, but he could no longer experience it as vividly or directly as before. Now, he only saw things indirectly and metaphorically. Interpreting my future through such dreams was extremely difficult.
Ian spoke with a serious face.
“Yes. It’s all jumbled in sequence, but the most recent vision I had of you was you screaming and leaping into my arms because a bee landed on your head. I didn’t see anything beyond that.”
That incident had happened over a year ago—a bee had flown in through the window and landed on my head, startling me so much I flailed and tumbled right into Ian’s arms.
“What’s that supposed to mean? If you’d known ahead of time that a bee would land on my head, you could’ve warned me!”
“I saw the scene in a dream, but I didn’t know exactly when it would happen.”
True—dreams wouldn’t specify exact dates or times. Still, I pouted and grumbled under my breath.
I’d been terrified of getting stung! I didn’t have any particular allergy, but that tiny creature’s sharp stinger felt incredibly threatening to me.
Moreover, the buzzing sound of its wings seemed to scream, “I’m going to sting you! With my venomous stinger!”—sending chills down my spine.
Remembering that moment made me shiver, and I rubbed my arms. Ian flicked his fingers and said,
“Oh! Now that I think of it, you appeared in a dream a few days ago.”
“In a dream? What kind of dream was it? Was it a good one?”
Though his dreams weren’t always clear, I was delighted to hear I’d appeared in one and asked eagerly.
“But…”
He lowered the corners of his eyebrows, clearly dissatisfied. My anxiety grew, and I urged him on.
“What is it? Was it a strange dream? I’m curious—just tell me already!”
When I pressed him, he smiled. Sunlight streaming through the window touched his cheek, and his pale silver eyelashes cast delicate black shadows, coloring his face anew.
It felt like gazing at a warm-toned masterpiece. Even while worrying about the dream’s content, I couldn’t help noticing his striking appearance—I really must be hopeless.
“It was a nightmare.”
“A nightmare?”
Why make me anxious like that! Not just any dream, but a nightmare—and one featuring me, no less! I hurriedly pressed him. If it was a bad dream, I needed to know what happened so I could prepare somehow.
“Tell me in detail—what exactly happened in that dream?”
“You were pinned under a huge dragon. And you calmly told me, ‘Your Royal Highness, I’m terribly sorry, but I won’t be able to make medicine for you anymore. As you can see, it’s because of this ferocious dragon. So please find another way yourself.’”
I pictured the legendary dragon said to be larger than any ordinary castle, then imagined myself crushed beneath it. By comparison, I’d be no bigger than a fly under an ox’s rump.
“Was the dragon actually sitting on top of me? That does sound terrifying and dreadful.”
Before even having time to feel fear, I’d probably have died—but somehow managed to leave such last words? Only a dream could allow that.
“You weren’t scared at all. You spoke with complete indifference, as if nothing mattered. I was the one panicking—terrified of losing you. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. It truly was a horrifying nightmare.”
I couldn’t just brush it off as a meaningless dream—Ian’s ability weighed heavily on my mind.
Before taking the medicine, his dreams had been vivid and crystal-clear, as if he’d experienced them firsthand. Now, however, his prophetic dreams had turned highly condensed and metaphorical—vague and ambiguous.
Thus, interpreting his dreams had become far more important than simply remembering their content.
In the old days, there had even been specialists dedicated to interpreting prophets’ dreams, but nowadays, prophets from the Stefan Kingdom—and any books related to them—were deemed seditious and had all but vanished.
Consequently, his dream interpretations, lacking any formal training in prophecy, were always a complete mess.
Therefore, his dreams couldn’t reliably predict the future. Only after events unfolded would he realize, “Ah… that’s what it meant.”
His prophetic ability had become utterly useless. Of course, stopping the medicine would grant him clearer visions, but it wasn’t worth sacrificing his life for.
So, in reality, I’d never actually be crushed beneath a dragon. Though admittedly, this dream didn’t seem particularly optimistic either.
“That’s a disturbing dream.”
“I’ve been so anxious over it I could die. It feels like a prophecy that you’ll be bribed by some powerful noble and betray my secrets.”
Hearing that, I glared at him incredulously.
“But you said I was flailing helplessly under the dragon! How on earth do you interpret that as betrayal?”
“I told you—I wasn’t flailing helplessly. You spoke with perfect calmness. And dreams are naturally full of metaphors—it’s all about interpretation. So tell me—what’s your wish?”
After worrying I’d be swayed by other nobles, he suddenly asked about my wish.
“Why ask about wishes all of a sudden?”
“To ensure you keep my secrets, I’d either have to kill you or bribe you. Killing you would be the cleanest solution—but then who’d make my medicine if you’re dead?”
The cleanest solution was murder? He chuckled while delivering such a bloodthirsty joke.
“I suppose it’s fortunate I’m the only one who can make medicine for Your Royal Highness. I feel so ecstatic my life’s been extended that I’m trembling with joy. But what should I do? I don’t really have any particular wish… Oh, unless it’s wishing to become ten years younger? No, wait—being younger isn’t always better.”
“So, would you become seventeen then? While I’d welcome you being younger than me, unfortunately, I don’t have the power to turn back your time….”
He urged me to name a wish—something uniquely achievable only by him, utterly impossible for anyone else to offer.
“Then! I wish to become a mage—a true mage who can heal people without needing herbs. That way, I wouldn’t spend money on ingredients, I could heal people, and I’d become incredibly rich!”
“Why a mage of all things? Jane, you’re already perfect as you are—there’s no need to become one of those foolish beings.”
Ian disliked healers, but he utterly despised mages. He’d secretly searched for a long time for someone capable of maintaining his changed eye color, but decent mages were practically extinct.
“Nowadays, mages are just clowns who can barely conjure a tiny flame—arrogant fools who strut around calling themselves mages despite having no real ability.”
I nodded in agreement with his words.
Mages, by nature war-loving and insatiably curious, had never been long-lived. Many perished during the great war when they were mobilized en masse.
Even afterward, mage mortality rates remained high—more died from foolish experiments attempting to research and advance magic than those who fell in battle.
Surprisingly many mages died in lab fires from practicing fireballs in cramped rooms.
Ordinary people would instinctively know it’s dangerous to cast fire—especially a famously offensive spell like Fireball—in a confined space without being told, but it seemed those geniuses were born without such common sense.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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