His Breeding Obsession Chapter 149

The solid line suddenly surged and spat out blood, then quickly stopped. The area where the blood had stopped soon turned a silvery color.

 

It was the color of Mirania’s magical energy.

 

Once, Mirania had seen a magic circle from a human mage, a complex geometric pattern with multiple overlapping shapes.

 

It was a design so intricate that even tracing it with a pen would have been difficult, but Mirania moved her fingers carefully yet confidently.

 

Finally, a circle about the size of an adult male’s hand was engraved on Donnie’s thin thigh.

 

“Since I am the one who engraved the magic circle, it now bears the color of my magical energy. As you use your magic, the color of the circle will change. As I told Horus, if you don’t want to die early from having your vitality drained, you must manage your magical energy well.”

 

“Thank you… Now I’ve become a mage too.”

 

Donnie’s eyes trembled as he looked down at the magic circle on his thigh. His calm eyes were now filled with emotion, shimmering with gratitude.

 

Donnie, who had endured the searing pain without even a groan. He had firmly believed Smith’s half-truth, half-threat that “If you make a sound while the magic circle is being engraved, your magical energy might leak out,” and had desperately held back his groans, tears welling up in his eyes.

 

It wasn’t just because of the pain.

 

“If I work hard, I’ll be able to help a lot of people. The teachers, my friends, Donaty…”

 

Donnie, who had always been composed and mature, couldn’t easily hold back his emotions.

 

It was the sorrow of having lived as a human slave, scraping by at the bottom. Donnie wiped his tears with the back of his hand, picked up his fallen pants, and quickly pulled them on.

 

“You should apply the ointment first, why are you putting on your clothes?”

 

While Wigenia applied ointment to the wounded thigh and wrapped it with a clean cloth she had prepared, Donnie sniffled quietly.

 

Mirania stared intently at his face, which was tinged with an inexplicable weariness.

 

“Was it that painful?”

 

“Now that the tension is gone, the tears just keep coming.”

 

Wigenia, who had treated the wound, looked at Donnie’s face with concern.

 

“You look pale. I think you should stay home and rest today instead of going to the fishing spot.”

 

“Probably… Donaty said he’s going back to his hometown, so I can rest today. I won’t be able to come for a while, though…”

 

Donnie looked relieved. Wigenia narrowed her eyes at his expression.

 

“Was studying harder than you thought?”

 

“Huh? N-no, it’s not that. I just need some rest… Ah, I’ll put on my clothes first!”

 

As Donnie hurriedly pulled on his pants, Mirania suddenly spoke up.

 

“Wait.”

 

“Witch?”

 

‘I’ve been bothered by this since earlier. Just who is this guy?’

 

A stern voice flowed from between pink lips.

 

“By the names of water, fire, the sun, grass blades, flowers, and all the sacred things of the world, I command in the name of the ancient witch that all that is deceitful shall reveal itself before the sacred.”

 

Swoosh!

 

A soft, moonlight-like glow, warm as the sun burst forth.

 

The dim room brightened.

 

Sacred light flooded the dark, damp room.

 

Wigenia and Donnie’s eyes widened. The gentle light seeped into every corner, between their hair, and even into the dark, stain-like remnants in the corners of the room.

 

Soon, the light faded.

 

Mirania scanned the room with her narrow eyes. Nothing seemed to have changed.

 

“Hmm.”

 

A light hum. Wigenia and Donnie, having regained their senses, looked at Mirania with bewildered eyes.

 

“W-witch? What was that just now?”

 

“Ah, were you surprised?”

 

Mirania stroked her chin and explained as if it were nothing.

 

“I felt uneasy, so I thought something might be hiding and decided to search. Nothing caught my attention. Either there’s really nothing, or it’s so well-hidden that even my search couldn’t detect it…”

 

‘The latter is unlikely.’

 

Mirania shook her head vigorously.

 

Donnie looked at her with awe as she became lost in thought.

 

The newly created magic circle tingled. Donnie, pressing his wound through his clothes, stared uneasily at the candle on the desk.

 

The two other boys around the desk also couldn’t hide their unease, glancing around nervously.

 

Donnie whispered, “It’s certain.”

 

Kastin and Eshi nodded silently.

 

“Right. It’s certain.”

 

“Definitely. There’s no need to wait and see.”

 

The gazes of the three collided in mid-air. Donnie’s eyes hardened.

 

“It’s clear. There’s… a ghost in this school.”

 

The last words were almost inaudible, only perceived by the two who were close enough to touch foreheads.

 

The three trembled as if they had discovered a terrifying truth.

 

Gulp— 

 

Eshi’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

Donnie, with tense eyes, whispered, “Do you guys think I’m talking nonsense?”

 

“No.”

 

Kastin shook his head.

 

“I agree. No matter how you think about it, it’s strange. It never happened at home, but only at school do these weird things occur. Suddenly feeling chills or shivering as if you have a fever.”

 

Eshi added, “It feels strange, too.”

 

“So lately, I don’t feel like coming to school. I like learning magic, but I’m too scared to feel motivated.” 

 

With a gloomy face, Donnie and Kastin silently agreed.

 

Even Donnie, who had been the most diligent in attending school and learning magic, looked sullen.

 

“The odd thing is, no one else seems affected, but we’re the only ones experiencing this. Does it make sense that on a perfectly fine day, it suddenly feels freezing cold? The strange thing is, it only happens to me. Just me, in that spot!”

 

“And what about the fear that someone might jump out of the darkness and strangle you?”

 

“The really strange thing is the voices. I hear voices. Telling me to keep my mouth shut or not to ask questions. How am I supposed to focus on class if I can’t even ask anything?”

 

At those words, the three of them shivered again.

 

“No matter how you think about it, there’s only one explanation.”

 

The three of them responded in unison.

 

“A ghost.”

 

Donnie, his face pale, moved his lips.

 

“But why is this only happening to us?”

 

💫

 

A ghost.

 

He was sitting by the window. His handsome face, typical of a man with bronze skin, was shadowed deeply.

 

“Professor, it’s about time we pay tribute to those thugs. How long do we have to keep doing this? It’s infuriating to feed those scoundrels with resources that could be used to feed the children…”

 

“I understand your frustration, but it’s better to give them what they want than to cause conflict. If a commotion breaks out, the imperial palace will take notice.”

 

“But those bastards are getting more and more out of hand lately.”

 

“Let’s keep a close eye on them for now. They’re not ordinary ruffians, so we must be cautious.”

 

Minella and Horus walked past the window where he was sitting, their expressions serious as they discussed the matter.

 

Despite his large frame, as big as Truke’s, no one seemed to notice him sitting there openly.

 

Ordinary humans rely on their five senses to perceive their surroundings, but the functioning of these senses is organic.

 

It’s precisely this that creates ‘blind spots in perception.’

 

If even two of the five senses fail to function properly, it’s common to overlook something right in front of you.

 

Mirania’s natural assimilation technique works in the same way, as does the man’s ability to completely conceal his presence.

 

Literally becoming like air, he remained undetected by anyone’s senses, staring intently at someone.

 

[This tiresome relationship will soon come to an end.]  

 

[Now, go your own way. Let us put an end to our ill-fated bond here.]  

 

‘I’ve already been abandoned once.’  

 

[For now, I’ll live outside. Don’t even think about chasing after me like before. If you do it again, no matter what it takes, I’ll sever all ties between us.]  

 

‘I can’t be abandoned twice. So, I must stay unnoticed.’  

 

The ghost’s face grew somber.  

 

“Tsk tsk, child. Didn’t I tell you to memorize this part thoroughly? I told you humans struggle to wield magic without language. If you could exert your will without words, I wouldn’t have asked you to memorize it.”  

 

The ghost’s ear twitched.  

 

The voice was like dew falling on grass blades, sometimes sharp like the dry tip of a leaf.  

 

It was the voice that ruled over him.  

 

“I, uh… I was busy working in the fields all day, so I didn’t have time.”  

 

“I’ll give you time. Hurry up and memorize it.”  

 

“This much?”  

 

“Eshi, you have no choice but to rely on quantity.”  

 

“…I’ll memorize it. Sigh.”  

 

‘How affectionate.’  

 

He furrowed his brows. She was affectionate. Even to those fools who couldn’t even use magic without speaking.  

 

‘I can do it right away.’  

 

It was a childish thought. And a useless one.  

 

Even if he excelled at magic, even if he could draw an aura from a broomstick, she wouldn’t praise him.  

 

[Well done, Grecan.]  

 

There was a time when she did. That time, filled with happiness, felt like a distant dream now.  

 

A sense of loss weighed heavily on his shoulders, causing them to slump.  

 

“Donnie, you’ve already gathered quite a bit of magical energy. At this rate, it won’t be long before you can carve a new magic circle.”

  

“Hehe, thank you. Hearing your praise, Witch, makes me want to work even harder.”  

 

As he absentmindedly listened to the voices, a sudden realization struck him.  

 

‘She’s trying to distance herself from me.’  

 

Mirania was smiling.  

 

‘She’s trying to abandon me.’  

 

With a generous expression, she was praising another man. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.  

 

‘Then what should I… do?’  

 

“I’m worried because my progress is slower than I expected.”  

 

“Don’t be disheartened. You’re doing well enough.”  

 

It was a familiar sight.  

 

Everything she had once done for him in the past. She laughed and patted Donnie’s shoulder.  

 

The ghost who had sneaked into the school, Grecan, watched the scene expressionlessly.  

 

His heart ached. Instead of black anger, it spewed red blood. He could feel the blood circulating.  

 

Grecan didn’t move a finger, waiting for the pain to spread throughout his body and fade away. He didn’t immerse himself in the anger and sadness that welled up in waves.  

 

If he did, his heart would waver, he would lose his composure, and his energy would leak out.  

 

‘I can’t let Mirania find out I’m here.’