You kept trying to get him to rest, but he refused to listen to you.

As his servant, you kept accompanying him almost everywhere he went, and you noticed how tense and uneasy he seemed today. He was sick, that much was obvious, but his pride kept him from taking a break.

He was also too full of himself to listen to you, as you were someone he considered inferior.

"Lord Naoya-"

"I'm fine." He cut you off once again, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and his breaths uneven.