His Breeding Obsession Chapter 146 - Without Anyone Knowing

 

The leader of the pack may be different, but without a spiritual center, the pack won’t last long.

 

“The hope of this place.”

 

Wigenia narrowed her eyes.

 

“Hope, that’s flattering, but the real hope is the children. Not just the talented ones like Donnie, but all the children who try hard to learn, because no clan lasts without them, especially not one like ours. The pearls in a muddy world. They are the hope of mankind. Teachers like me are the shells that hold the pearls.”

 

Wigenia rolled her eyes mischievously.

 

“Is that because you think it’s important to keep the ‘human‘ lineage alive?”

 

Wigenia considered, then shook her head slightly.

 

“This humanity isn’t just humans, it includes the beasts.”

 

“Do you want a world of harmony, a world where everyone is happy? That is too idealistic a dream for you humans, as long as you are humans. Do you think humans can join hands with the beasts’ people now?”

 

Mirania wondered what Wigenia thought.

 

Wigenia didn’t answer right away, thinking hard.

 

“Ideal, yes, but there can’t be a world where only humans exist. Simply overturning the beast’s absolutist system isn’t the answer either, because then the beasts who have changed their position will fall on their swords in the hope of reversing the situation. We can’t do that, it will only drag on forever.”

 

“…”

 

“I’m half-human and half-beasts, and while there aren’t many half-breeds at this school, there are quite a few at the other schools, and fortunately they tend to be pretty neutral.”

 

Wigenia’s eyes lit up.

 

“I trust them to be the bridge between the humans and the beasts.”

 

‘You seem to know them on some level.’ 

 

It was far better than thinking that violence was the only answer, even if it was idealistic.

 

[But… they’re all just useless distractions.]

 

Grecan’s voice echoed in her ears like a ghost.

 

A hundred years ago, I might as well have kept trying to convince them.

 

Humans aren’t the reason for my death. Even if they weren’t, my days were numbered, just like that.

 

Mirania shook her head.

 

‘No. The Grecan of old would not have understood.’

 

Thinking of Grecan made her headache.

 

If only he could see the path as clearly as Donnie does.

 

He was the question of her life, the knot she couldn’t untie. Always.

 

She glanced at Wigenia, her eyes darting between words.

 

‘I’m sure she resents him.’ 

 

Despite my condemnation of Grecan, I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of him as everyone’s enemy.

 

That’s right. I’m upset.

 

“What do you think of the Emperor?”

 

Wigenia blinked. Perhaps she was startled by the mention of Grecan.

 

“What?”

 

“Is that a difficult question to answer?”

 

Mirania narrowed her eyes, and Wyzenia shook her head awkwardly.

 

“Oh, no. It’s just that it’s an unexpected question. I didn’t expect to be asked by a witch.”

 

“Hmm,” Wigenia thought, and lowered her head slightly.

 

“May I ask what you mean by that?”

 

She was cautious. Careful, word for word, perhaps, as if she thought Mirania, from the imperial court, had some sort of agenda.

 

“I was just wondering what you think.”

 

“Not good.”

 

“…”

 

“Because a lot of my colleagues have died.”

 

“Would you kill him if you had the chance?”

 

Wigenia’s eyes widened.

 

“To you people, the Emperor is a scourge that has descended upon the human race, so you would want to get rid of him if you had the chance.”

“…”

 

“Why do you look at me like that?”

 

“You say some amazing things, but wait, this is something I need to think about a lot.”

 

Her innocent face contorted in thought. She tilted her head from side to side and sighed.

 

“What’s so hard?”

 

“I don’t know, it’s hard, haha.”

 

At Mirania’s questioning gaze, she scratched the nape of her neck a couple of times, as if to say, ‘I don’t know.’

 

“Killing the Emperor… it’s kind of weird to say this, but I’ve never thought of it against him, and I’m sure it’s not just me, it’s the rest of my colleagues as well. No one takes the impossible seriously, and killing him falls into that category.”

 

“Impossible…”

 

“Well, you’ve seen him around, so you know what I mean. He’s beyond the realm of ordinary humans or beasts. He’s more like a god, and who would want to kill such a being?”

 

“Then what is your group of fighters aiming for?”

 

Unlike before, Wigenia answered immediately.

 

“The future.”

 

Mirania arched an eyebrow.

 

“We can’t afford to attack the leader at the moment, but he’s a beast man. He’s like a god of destruction, but not a real god. If he is, then one day he’ll age and die. We’re waiting for that time, gathering our strength.”

 

“…”

 

“Of course, if that time is too long, we’ll have to think of something else. The Emperor hates humans, and it would be nice if we could give him what he wants… but no one knows what he wants, not even that evil bird Hakan.”

 

Wigenia, muttering in a wistful tone, shook her head.

 

“He doesn’t want anything from us, he just hates us.”

 

Mirania stared at Wigenia, her expression piercing.

 

Silver hair with a bluish tinge, and blue eyes. Normally, blue was a cold color, but Wigenia’s color was warm and gentle.

 

A faint sense of foreboding from earlier.

 

Despite their physical resemblance, Wigenia reminded me of Alice from my previous life.

 

The one who would always do her best for something she cared about.

 

“Have you ever met the Emperor?”

 

“What? I wouldn’t be here if I had.”

 

Wigenia’s eyes suddenly turned serious as she waved her hand.

 

“I think the real battle will be after the Emperor’s death.”

 

“…”

 

“That’s when the true territorial battles will break out, and we’re trying to prevent that from happening. We don’t ostracize the beasts because they’re beasts, and we’d rather work together to make the world a better place than fight and die.”

 

Mirania smiled to herself.

 

“I’m sure not everyone feels the same way you do.”

 

Because I know what humans are like.

 

Many good people are blurred between good and evil, but some people are incredibly evil.

 

The contradiction of such disharmony, Mirania thought, was the very essence of human nature.

 

Wigenia, pondering, shook her head.

 

“May I ask you something, too?”

 

“You may ask.”

 

“You must have seen him up close, Witch. What is the Emperor like?”

 

Wigenia looked serious. Mirania was about to say something.

 

Bam!

 

“Truke, are you trying to break down the door? Close it gently.”

 

The slender woman grumbled and stepped inside.

 

“I closed it gently. Don’t be so hard on me, Minella.”

 

Her voice was mild and somber, like the poles of a magnet.

 

The man was half the size of a normal adult, and the scars on his face made him look fierce.

 

“You’re going to have to control your power a little more consciously, or you’re going to have to make me a new door. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten what your professor said.”

 

“Okay. I’ll close it more gently next time.”

 

Mirania watched in amusement as the man who had been snarling and intimidating to her acted like a dog whimpering at a cat.

 

“…Excuse me.”

 

A thin voice called out.

 

Behind Minella and Truke stood a group of children visiting the shelter for the first time. Minella scratched the back of her head, frightened.

 

“Oh, you must be scared. Don’t worry, this guy may look scary, but he’s a good fighter. You said you wanted to learn to sword.”

 

“Yeah. I don’t want to get beaten up by a bunch of thugs anymore.”

 

“Good. There are plenty of good swordsmen here, and you can learn other things as well, if you work hard enough.”

 

Minella approached Wigenia, her voice was soft and sweet.

 

“Hello?”

 

Glancing at Mirania sitting across from her, Minella nodded. Her eyes were shaky. She was still wary of Mirania, still cautious.

 

However, for some reason, after dealing with the human slaughterer, she flinched whenever their eyes met.

 

As expected, Minella didn’t look at Mirania for long this time and looked away.

 

“I’ve got some new students. I’ve been watching them for a few days, and they’re good.”

 

“Good. Can you go over the basics with them first? I’ll catch up.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Once again, Minella, with a glance at Mirania, led the children with Truke to the center training room.

 

The children milled around, their faces a jumble of nervousness and excitement.

 

One or two kept glancing back at Mirania and Wigenia, curiously.

 

It wasn’t long before they all disappeared into the room.

 

Wigenia turned her head casually, then shook her head when she saw Mirania frowning.

 

Mirania stared in the direction of the group’s disappearance.

 

‘What is it, this feeling…?’

 

She suddenly felt a strange sensation.

 

“Witch?”

 

Realizing Wigenia’s gaze a moment too late, Mirania pushes her doubts aside.

 

Wigenia stares at her curiously.

 

Mirania licked her dry lips with her tongue.

 

“As for the… the Emperor.”

 

Wigenia’s body leaned forward in concentration.

 

Mirania opened her mouth with difficulty, pursed her lips, and then closed them.

 

‘What kind of child is Grecan?’ 

 

Mirania couldn’t answer. She was at a loss.

 

“I don’t know what to say.”

 

“Is that too hard for you to say?”

 

Wigenia’s eyes clouded with disappointment.

 

“It’s not that.”

 

Shaking her head slightly, Mirania swallowed a sigh.

 

“For a moment I thought I knew him, and now I don’t. I thought he was innocent, and now he’s cunning, I thought he was small, and now he’s huge. I can’t define him.”

 

“…”

 

“One thing is certain…”

 

Her voice trailed off.

 

“He was blind. And selfish beyond measure.”

 

Her eyes were more complex than ever.