His Breeding Obsession

The words seemed to come out of his mouth at any moment, a plea to come with him, but the breath that escaped was harsh, unlike the atmosphere.

 “…Do you want me to kill them all?” 

There was a sound like ice breaking.

 

It was a sound that only echoed in my head, but it was so vivid that I could feel the impact of Grecan’s blunt words.

 

Mirania was the most shocked of them all.

 

She looked at him as if he had lost his mind, whereas the others had reacted as if they knew what to expect.

 

Grecan rolled his eyes. He could tell she wasn’t just making threats.

 

It was a look of contemplation, as if he were wondering if he should really do it.

 

As if to give her another chance, Grecan spoke to Mirania.

 “Come on, come here.” 

A little nervously.

 

Grecan’s hands clenched and unclenched as if he couldn’t wait to get to her.

 

An impatient hand, wanting her to take it. Mirania finally gave in.

 “You’re being an insolent child.  “What?” “Did you say you’d kill them all? Hehe, that’s a funny thing to say. You’re so defiant and arrogant. I never thought anyone would dare say such a thing in front of me in my lifetime,”

Mirania said, her eyes darkening.

 “Well, why don’t you try it?” 

Mirania raised her sleek eyebrows and crossed her arms tightly.

 

A fierce energy radiated from her, as if a needle could fit through it.

 

She may have lost her magic and her position as leader of the coven, but she was still the High Witch.

 

Grecan twitched his fingers.

 “What’s wrong, huh? Try it. Come on, kill me.” “…” “Why are you still?” 

When Mirania’s eyes widened in genuine questioning, Grecan’s stiffened face fell completely.

 

Tears welled up in his eyes as if he were about to cry.

 

Chera and Leverianz rolled their eyes as they watched in horror.

 “…He’s dropping his pretense like that. I’m going to throw up.” “Don’t throw up. I’ll be the first one up.” 

The muffled whispers of Leverianz and Chera caught Mirania’s ear.

 

Mirania clucked her tongue inwardly at their dislike of Grecan, but outwardly, she did nothing but glare at him.

 

Grecan was biting his lip and rubbing his eyes. He was fidgeting, as if he was angry and didn’t know how to release it.

 

‘Don’t be mean to me.’

 

The anger seemed to ease, but Mirania steeled herself.

 

‘His bad habits must be taught to him once and for all.’

 

She knew what he was doing to the world, and she knew that a powerful madman was a sin in his own right, but this was Grecan.

 

He’s the kind of guy who pushes people away when he doesn’t want to be pursued, and when he hears something he doesn’t like, he turns a deaf ear and comes after them again.

 

To Mirania, Grecan was a child who was unloved by his parents, so he felt affection for her, who took him in as a child.

 

He was like the sorest of her five fingers.

 

‘I didn’t know he could be so weak.’

 

The face that looked like it was about to burst into tears at any moment was no longer the fierce one that bared its teeth and looked like it would tear off a hand.

 

‘How is it that after seeing him like this, everyone is still wary of him as a danger?’ 

 

The ghastly wounds on Malandor and Leverianz, as they hung helplessly, did not lie, and Mirania was both puzzled and suspicious.

 

The tears that had been pooling in the corners of Grecan’s eyes eventually dried instead of falling.

 

He merely stared back at her with a wistful expression.

 “If you are remorseful, you must say you will not do it again. 

Milania kept her expression impassive, anticipating what Grecan would say.

 

Time passed, but Grecan didn’t speak. Instead, he clenched his jaw.

 “What’s wrong with him?” “Be careful, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.” 

The whispering between Leverianz and Chera was short-lived, as a strange reaction began behind them.

 

There was a shuffling.

 

Leverianz’s eyes sparked as he whirled around to see Vanessa falling like a rag doll off a string.

 “Vanessa!” 

He spread his wings and scooped her up into his arms. 

 

Vanessa’s head tilted back in Leverianz’s embrace as she stretched limply. Her pallid complexion was far too cold for a bat, even for her race.

 

Leverianz glared angrily at Grecan.

 

Once again, it was Mirania who was most surprised.

 

Grecan said in a nonchalant voice to Mirania, who had gotten to her feet.

 “She’s not dead.” “…”

Leverianz placed a finger on Vanessa’s wrist.

 

Chera, who had earlier pressed her ear to Vanessa’s chest and felt the breath leaking from her nose, nodded with a solemn expression.

 “She’s simply unconscious.” “I told you she’s not dead.” 

Grecan lowered his gaze as if finding them pathetic.

 “Mirania wouldn’t like that.” “…” “I don’t do things she doesn’t like.” 

If asked about the most ridiculous thing she’d heard since waking up in the crystal chamber, Mirania would have said this was the second time.

 

The first was being asked to bear his child.

 “That’s stupid because he’s a dog.” 

Leverianz sarcastically remarked, somewhat relieved to see that Vanessa was fine.

 

Grecan glanced back and forth between Mirania and Leverianz and narrowed his eyes. He was deeply displeased.

 “It’s too close. I don’t like it.” 

Mirania heard the whispered words, and she sized up the distance between her and Leverianz with her eyes.

 

It wasn’t that close. Closer than her distance from Grecan, of course.

 “I said here, not there.” “…” “You’ve tried everything you want, Mirania. Take my hand.” “…”  “My arm hurts.” 

‘I bet it does.’

 

Mirania was beginning to lose faith in Grecan.

 

It wasn’t that she hadn’t trusted him before, but her trust was at an all-time low.

 

He pretended to feel miserable, pretended to be sad, pretended to be hurting. Everything he did seemed to be an act.

 

Grecan squinted, as if this wasn’t going to work. He looked even more disheveled than before.

 “I…” “…” “I might do something Mirania doesn’t like.” “…” “Because I can’t help it.” “I guess that only applies to you.” 

When Mirania tells Grecan that it has nothing to do with him, he simply ignores her and says that it does not.

 

At the same time, there was a series of crashing sounds.

 Swish— 

The sensation of ominous brushing against her back.

 

She slowly turned around. Chera and Leverianz had fallen to the ground, as had Vanessa.

 

Mirania squeezed her eyes shut. She felt like she was dreaming.

 

Not once, but twice. Once, out of panic.

 

Both times, she couldn’t make out how Grecan had used his power or what he had done.

 

Her heart thudded in her chest. An indescribable shadow loomed behind her.

 

Goosebumps broke out all over her body.

 

‘He’s very powerful.’

 

It was just too intense.

 

More than embarrassing, it was overwhelming.

 

She couldn’t believe she felt despair for Grecan, but if she gave it a name, despair wouldn’t do much harm.

 

Now that she realized there was nothing she could do to stop him, she could call it frustration.

Grecan’s gravelly voice crashed into her back.

 “There’s nothing you can do about it, Mirania.” 

Mirania’s thin lips pressed tightly together.

  

The strongest man in the world.

 

No, the world’s greatest troublemaker.

 

The toughest mad wolf in the world.

 

Atop the swaying horse, Mirania racked her brain for words to define Grecan, then dismissed them as futile.

 

It seemed like the only thing in her life that didn’t go her way was Grecian.

 

‘Still, Leverianz was a docile fellow compared to Grecan, and Malandor, though selfish, rarely bothered me because he was too busy playing with his slaves.’

 

Grecan, on the other hand, was no one’s playmate, no one’s hobby, no one’s meal, no one’s friend.

 

In the previous life, he bothered her for her heart, and in this life, he bothered her with his antics, and now that she’s back from the dead, he’s bothering her for a child.

 

And now he’s threatening her with death.

 

She was speechless with disbelief.

 

‘What kind of bad luck is this?’

 

Mirania wondered what she had done to deserve this, and she tried to use humane thought to find out.

 

There was no such thing as karma, not when she was born as a pure force of nature.

 

While she was deep in thought, the road back was very quiet and deserted.

 

She didn’t even realize that Grecan was standing beside her, watching her and speaking to her.

 

Half in thought, half out of sheer ignorance.

 “Are you angry?” “…” “Are you angry, Mirania?” “…” “They’re all fine, it’s just a slight shock to the head, I’m sure they’re already up.” “…” “It’s nothing…” “…” “Are you mad?” 

He was asking if she was angry for exactly the 132nd time, and Mirania was ignoring him for the 132nd time.