His Breeding Obsession Chapter 143

Breathlessly, Taylor opens his mouth, and the water droplets gurgle upward, only to be intercepted by a round film of water and sent back down.

 

It was a pretty sight to behold, but Taylor was choking to death.

 

His face grew redder by the second.

 

‘I, I can’t breathe!’

 

He flailed his hands to catch his breath, but the droplets that covered his head like a helmet wouldn’t go away.

 

Kanit, who had taken the children to safety while he struggled, couldn’t take his eyes off Taylor.

 

He was choking and writhing, and it looked like he was in a lot of pain. He reached out a hand.

 

“Sa, Save… Urghhh!”

 

Soon, the man’s eyes went white and he collapsed. His limbs flailed one last time, but then they stopped.

 

‘Drowning.’

 

Droplets of water spread around the dead man. It was the futile death of a human slayer.

 

A voice broke through the silence, a crisp, clean voice.

 

“This is not the first of many. The air is rotten, and if we don’t clean it up soon, the place will swarm.”

 

Mirania went outside. The horrified stares of Kanit, Minella, and Wigenia followed her.

 

Four intruders remained.

 

Horus, Krute, and Derek were dealing with them.

 

One of the chimp-like invaders had been cut down by Horus’s sword, and the others were fighting amongst themselves, and it was a mess that could have been hand-to-hand combat.

 

“Where the hell did they come from?”

 

Minella’s complexion changed as she noticed the wound on Horus’s shoulder.

 

If Horus, one of the school’s most skilled teachers, could be wounded, it meant the invaders were of a higher caliber than she’d expected.

 

“They’re strong!”

 

Krute spotted Minella and shouted. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

 

Minella jumped in place of Kanit, who had injured his shoulder, and took the whip from the man Krute was fighting.

 

Minella soon realized why her companions were struggling.

 

‘They’re strong.’

 

The whip moved as freely as a snake, and the intruder was sneaky, using the internal tension to his advantage.

 

Catching his breath, Krute was about to jump back into the fray.

 

“Get out of the way.”

 

The dazed Krute took an involuntary step back.

 

Mirania approached, and Minella glanced at her.

 

“Step aside.”

 

Minella, like Krute, made no sound and stepped back.

 

Mirania snapped her fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, water gushed from the bucket she kept for drinking water.

 

The water moved as if it were alive, coiling around the slick skin of the snake man.

 

“Shhh. What the hell!”

 

The snake-man anaconda flicked its long tongue.

 

It flapped its hands, but the overlapping droplets didn’t budge, and soon formed a pool as big as its head.

 

“I saw it once, but it still baffles me.”

 

Minella glanced around at Horus and Derek, who, unlike her, had never seen anything like it before.

 

“Ahh, urk, urghh!”

 

“Oh, God, help me… Argh.”

 

The state of the intruders was miserable.

 

They struggled to free themselves from the drips, but even banging their heads against the ground only made the drips bounce and not release.

 

The school’s people backed away from the suffocating, livid invaders.

 

A struggle for survival.

 

Silent battles of life and death in the scream-devouring droplets.

 

The frantic gestures of the struggle to stay alive.

 

It was a chilling sight. Kanit, furious at the death of the child he failed to protect, grew hardened as time passed.

 

“Save m…”

 

The intruder reached out toward Wigenia. His fingers were trembling.

 

Wigenia shielded the children’s eyes and frowned.

 

One by one, the intruders fell to the floor.

 

After five minutes, even the last one, who had been squirming, was out of breath.

 

Bam!

 

The water droplets released their grip on the invaders’ heads.

 

A trickle of water smeared under the wet hair.

 

In an instant, three corpses had been created. It was a hollow ending for a man infamous for being a human slaughterer.

 

They were all speechless.

 

“What the hell.”

 

Horus looked at Mirania in disbelief.

 

“This is the least they deserve after their souls have been corrupted to the bottom of Hell.”

 

Shaking her head, Mirania slammed her fist into her lower back.

 

“I’m tired, old man.”

 

Turning her head, their eyes locked, and Minella swallowed hard. Her posture became subtly polite.

 

“I’m going to go to bed, and you can clean up after yourself.”

 

“Oh, okay.”

 

With a stiff nod, Mirania yawned and slipped into her room on the second floor.

 

The others exchanged glances without speaking.

 

When the drowned bodies on the floor had lost their warmth and cooled completely, Kanit muttered.

 

“This reminds me of Granger.”

 

“I knew it was unusual, but she was a better mage than I thought.”

 

Horus rubbed his brow. Minella pursed her lips in confusion.

 

“What do you mean, old?”

 

“…Oh, yeah?”

 

Horus, the oldest of the pack, shifted uncomfortably.

 

“You’re wrinkling before your chrysalis.”

 

It wasn’t. Mirania, a thousand years old, or more accurately, a thousand and one hundred years old, was asleep, content with the cleaner air.

 

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Only a single candle illuminated the room, which had been used by the Emperor of the Leanna Empire for generations.

 

A lone figure slumbered in a chamber so dark he could barely make out the objects in front of him.

 

Beneath his unmoving feet was darkness, a darkness that no light could penetrate, stretching all the way to the end of the chamber.

 

Sprawled out on an enormous couch, Grecan seemed to dominate the darkness.

His expressionless face stared blankly at the floor.

 

Click—

 

“High Lord, this is Hakan. I’m coming in.”

 

The door to the chamber opened, and light from outside flooded the chamber.

 

Hakan didn’t return the gaze, but he stepped inside with a familiarity that didn’t seem to bother him.

 

“Why.”

 

His voice was gritty as sandpaper.

 

It was as grim as hell, and the hairs on the back of Hakan’s neck instinctively stood up.

 

Soon, Grecan’s dark gaze drifted over his white hair as he lay on the floor.

 

“You’ve been doing this for three days now, you should get yourself something like a hot bath, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

 

Grecan looked away nonchalantly.

 

“If it’s because Mirania is out, I’ll go find her myself.”

 

It was then that a light came into his black eyes, as if they were empty.

 

At that, the dark eyes of Grecan perked up, “I wonder where she is, she hasn’t come in for days.”

 

Hakan smirked at the long answer.

 

“So if you go out looking for her…”

 

Grecan shook his head.

 

“I can’t. I promised I wouldn’t.”

 

“What? A promise?”

 

A puzzled look crossed Hakan’s face, as if he’d heard something he hadn’t expected.

 

“A promise…”

 

Hakan swallowed the afterthought, “You don’t have to break that, do you?” and swallowed hard when he saw Grecan grimacing as if he were holding something back.

 

He’d seen him rage before, and Grecan’s wrath was the second thing he feared in the world.

 

The first was returning to his old life of slavery.

 

“I promised, I wouldn’t come after her.”

 

Grecan muttered to himself. His voice was tinged with disdain.

 

He replayed her stern words in his head.

 

[I’ll be living outside for a while. Don’t think of coming after me like you did before. If you do so again, I will sever our ties no matter what it takes.]

 

‘That’s sincere. You really mean to abandon me.’

 

His fists twitched on the armrests of the couch. His insides were raging.

 

To find Mirania at once, to feel her hand stroke his hair, to be held in her soft, scented arms.

 

And the fear of being abandoned by her clashed with it. His greatest fear was to be abandoned by Mirania.

 

And so, despite his desperate endurance, Grecan’s heart grows weary as time passes.

 

His patience dwindled like a glass at the bottom of a barrel, and the monster inside him rose and roared.

 

His chest was filled with growing veins of young flesh that would tear everything around him apart if he let go.

 

‘I need Mirania.’

 

I want to be by her side.

 

Desperate prayers stirred within him.

 

Hakan’s sly voice pierced through Grecan’s bloodlust.

 

“I’ve found the tail of the enemy’s horde, not in the northwest, but in the forests north of the palace. The humans have wasted time by cunningly pulling the wool over our troops’ eyes, and I can take you there now, if you wish.”

 

Despite the cautiousness of his words, Hakan’s eyes were eager to do just that.

 

Sighing, Grecan rose to his feet, and Hakan shifted his set jaw to look up at him.

 

“Lead the way.”

 

A voice without pitch sounded bizarre.

 

Delight flashed across Hakan’s white, fear-stricken face. 

 

Every feather he hadn’t plucked, he realized, had fallen.

 

Hakan gritted his teeth as they traveled north into the forest.

 

“Traces of his trail have been found among a group of nearby warriors. He was in the capital, so he didn’t see the fish beneath his feet. My men are detaining him now, High Lord, so you need not worry.”

 

“…”

 

“Raising a shoddy army in the northwest and pulling the wool over my eyes… they’re a nuisance. We need to root out the humans once and for all, so they can abandon their ridiculous goal of rebuilding humanity.”

 

Hakan spoke enthusiastically, but Grecan was not interested.

 

He had only one thought on his mind.

 

‘The Resistance is the blood of the Crown Prince.’

 

The blood of the crown prince who had brought Mirania to her death.

 

That was all that mattered.