His Breeding Obsession Chapter 105

 

Mirania could foresee what was coming next. Soon she would turn to dust and disappear.

 

It didn’t make sense.

 

‘Too fast. Too much faster than I expected.’

 

Mirania lowered her head, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

 

A sharp piece had been lodged in her chest, near where her heart was. It had pierced precisely between her ribs.

 

Suddenly, Mirania remembered hearing an odd sound, like glass breaking, right after the humans had attacked.

 

‘That was when it broke.’

 

The rain stopped, the clouds parted, and brilliant starlight and moonlight shone down on her.

 

Her dress was soaked through. Her heart was bleeding.

 

As she fell, her legs giving out, Mirania had one question.

 

‘But why did Adensha’s mirror…?’

 

The shard of glass that stabbed her in the heart was a piece of Adensha’s mirror.

 

She soon hit the ground hard.

 

Thud!

 

Fortunately or not, whichever came first, the pain in her heart swallowed up the shock of hitting the ground. The humans didn’t attack her straight away, which was a relief.

 

As time seemed to stand still, Mirania summoned the last of her concentration and seized her opportunity.

 

Her ears were going deaf, and her eyes were glazing over.

 

Still, she remained calm and surveyed her surroundings.

 

She could see Alice’s faint body, unmoving.

 

Even though her fingertips were falling apart, Mirania managed a small smile.

 

This was a relief. To have her near her in this situation.

 

‘You were my last goal in this life, Alice.’

 

The only thing that disturbed her was that she could almost sense life in the dead woman.

 

Mirania chewed her lip, hoping she wasn’t dead.

 

As soon as she summoned the strength, pain ripped through her heart, but she swallowed the blood from her lips and held it back.

 

‘Make one last move, and we’ll get to rest soon enough.’

 

Quickly, snatching up the broom that had fallen to the ground beside her, Mirania leaped to her feet, grabbed Alice’s wrist, and shoved her forward.

 

“Stop!”

 

The soldiers moved, but they were too late to catch her in her final push.

 

Mirania had already turned to white sand and flew to the edge of the plain, paying no attention to the fingers flailing in the wind.

 

The end of the plain that connected to the canyon bridge was a cliff.

 

Mirania flung herself down it without hesitation.

 

Clutching her broom and Alice, she fell, losing her grip on the threads of sanity.

 

She didn’t even have time to catch her breath.

 

Black wings spread, and Leverianz descended after her.

 

Malandor folded through space.

 

Grecan rushed forward as if the cliff were not before him. The cliff swallowed him whole.

 

When Mirania regained her bearings, she realized that her remaining time would be less than the duration of a finger-length candle.

 

When she opened her eyes, she was above a weedy meadow.

 

‘We’re at the bottom of the canyon.’ 

 

I was glad my body wasn’t shattered, and then I saw Leverianz.

 

Mirania nodded, thinking she knew what had happened. In truth, she barely nodded, but she thought she did.

 

It was as if Leverianz had caught her falling body and carried her here.

 

‘Hmph.’

 

There was a sound of holding back tears. It was in her arms.

 

Mirania lowered her gaze.

 

Alice’s shoulders shook pitifully as she crouched down. She fought back tears desperately. 

 

Mirania pulled her into her arms and remembered the moment she’d fallen.

 

Luckily, she wasn’t dead. She had only fainted, and now she seemed to be awake.

 

‘Thank goodness.’ 

 

A small sigh of relief escaped her.

 

The life that had been draining out of her along with her breath was gone, and there was little life left in her body.

 

Alice sobbed.

 

“I’ll try…”

 

“It’s not ‘try’, it’s ‘no questions asked’.”

 

Pressing her trembling lips together, Alice nodded, unperturbed by the nervousness in Leverianz’s voice.

 

Her mind keeps wandering.

 

‘What are you doing?’

 

Alice had slit her wrist and was squeezing the blood out.

 

The skin around her wrist had already turned white.

 

Mirania sighed again as she realized the situation. Alice was trying to save her from death.

 

‘It’s useless.’ 

 

Not to forget, Alice was herself on the verge of death. Her disease had only been halted by Mirania, not cured.

 

She mustn’t push herself too hard.

 

“You can’t die.”

 

Leverianz repeated as if stating an absolute proposition.

 

“You can’t die in a place like this.”

 

‘Well, no. Death is an omnipresent visitor. All things return to death, that’s the way it is, and that’s the way I must go now.’ 

 

Tearing her gaze away from dozing, Alice, Mirania blinked sluggishly and scanned her surroundings.

 

Leverianz muttering to himself.

 

Malandor’s face was drained of blood, and he said nothing.

 

The dark emotion on his face was stark and stifling to watch. It was another name for despair.

 

He was at odds with Mirania, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

 

No, doing something would bring Mirania to a quicker death. It was the farthest away of them all, as if it were too scary to be near.

 

‘You don’t have to look like that.’

 

Not a single word escaped her lips.

 

Clicking her tongue inwardly, Mirania turned to Grecan.

 

He was kneeling right next to her. His was the most normal looking of all three of them.

 

‘By the looks of it, your awakening is over.’ 

 

From her memories, Grecan when awakened was an overwhelming and troublesome force to be reckoned with.

 

It seems like I won’t have to worry about him getting beaten up anymore.

 

“…”

 

Mirania was slightly relieved, then puzzled.

 

Grecan was staring down at her, his face grim and unblinking.

 

The corners of his eyes twitched as their gaze met.

 

‘Why are you smiling?’

 

Surely he hadn’t woken up and gone insane?

 

She grew suddenly nervous.

 

‘You’re not going to give me the last laugh.’

 

Grecan said, “Mirania will not die.”

 

Mirania’s eyes widened, and then she grimaced.

 

Fortunately, he’s not insane. Grecan was unable to accept the situation.

 

There are three main ways that creatures deal with death

 

To ignore. Overcome. Denial.

 

Grecan fell into the latter category.

 

Mirania blurted out, “I’m going to die soon.”

 

“No.”

 

Grecan retorted quickly.

 

Death, even for mortals. Mirania had given up trying to discuss this profound topic. There was too little time left for that.

 

“Try to live as if Alice was me.”

 

She muttered weakly, and the response was immediate.

 

“That’s crazy.”

 

“That sounds crazy.”

 

“It’s ridiculous.”

 

“You’re talking crazy, hmph.”

 

The comments fall like dominoes. Mirania laughed at the absurdity of it all.

 

Despite being enemies, it didn’t feel too bad to see them off on the final journey. I suppose this would be a fitting end.

 

Yes, indeed. It’s coming to an end.

 

‘…I can feel my existence slipping away.’

 

Mirania’s white hands twitched as they dissolved.

 

Using the last of her strength would speed up her passing, but she couldn’t let time pass like this.

 

She had left a last word, and there was no delay.

 

Mirania sucked in a breath, then moved her hand to twist the shard of Adensha’s mirror embedded in her heart.

 

Her fingertips turned white, and she couldn’t get a good grip on the shard, so she pinched it between her fingers and pulled it out.

 

The blood, which had slowed somewhat, gushed out like a fountain.

 

“What are you doing!”

 

Ignoring Malandor’s screams, Mirania scooped up the blood with her fingers and shoved it into the mouth of a startled Alice.

 

“Yuck!”

 

“Lick it all up, and absorb it into your heart, for if you spit it out, it will be in vain.”

 

The shattered shard of Adensha’s mirror stabbed her heart, and the essence that made her up was escaping through the gap.

 

This essence would be the elixir that would save Alice.

 

‘I didn’t mean to do this, but it worked out just as I planned.’

 

To save her life by bleeding her heart at the time of her death. It wasn’t meant to be, but strangely enough, it worked out that way.

 

Mirania smiled bitterly, a hint of despair in her voice.

 

‘I suppose it was always meant to be.’

 

As she had suspected, her role was to save Alice.

 

The implications of the ten regressions were clear.

 

The good news was, this time, it looked like she could finally put an end to this tiresome cycle.

 

Mirania stared at Alice, pale with shock. Tears streamed down her face and a long line of blood streaked her lips.

 

It was grotesque, but Mirania could see the life returning to her dying green eyes.

 

‘I’m glad.’

 

Taking a deep breath, Mirania whispered, “Go to the witch’s castle. In my land, you will be able to breathe a little more life into your lover.”

 

“…Grea— great witch. Don’t speak. Shh, you must rest.”

 

“You owe me countless debts.”

 

Some you don’t even remember.

 

Alice nodded her head forcibly, blinking back tears as if she couldn’t even think of the question.

 

“All of those debts will be paid to the witches.”

 

‘That’s it.’

 

It was not without regret. I wished I’d had time to visit the witches.

 

Especially since I didn’t get to tell Chera more.

 

‘I said I’d be back soon.’