His Breeding Obsession Chapter 151

Even if it was just that, Grecan wanted to hear Mirania’s voice a little more.

 

Her calm, soothing voice wrapped around his ears, making his throat dry up repeatedly.

 

Every word she spoke was like sweet nectar.

 

Mirania’s eyes, gazing at the flowers, curved into round, gentle crescents.

 

Under her lowered gaze, Grecan’s heart pounded loudly.

 

“You’re beautiful.”

 

Grecan didn’t even notice the flowers.

 

Mirania alone filled his entire vision and heart.

 

After Mirania and Donnie went back inside the mansion, Grecan belatedly turned his gaze to where Mirania had been looking.

 

Purple and yellow flowers were in full bloom. Just like his heart.

 

💫

 

“If the flowers are pretty, you could’ve just told me.”

 

“What flowers?”

 

“These. Didn’t the witch bring them?”

 

“Tsk, tsk. I barely managed to save them. They’re so beautiful just to look at, who would go and pluck them?”

 

The sparkle in Grecan’s eyes dimmed. Mirania walked past.

 

Knowing she wouldn’t see him, he hid behind the curtain.

 

At a loss for what to do, Grecan immediately headed to the flower shop.

 

The shop was filled with all kinds of gorgeous, elegant flowers, but what caught Grecan’s eye was a vase.

 

Among them, a transparent glass vase stood out. It had simple engraved patterns and its high-quality shine reminded him of Mirania’s hair. He liked it.

 

Grecan reached into his pocket but found nothing.

 

As a lord, he had never needed to carry money, so it was no surprise he had no coins.

 

His dilemma was short-lived. He casually tossed one of the cufflinks from his sleeve inside the shop and took the vase with him.

 

“Is anyone there?”

 

The shop owner, who had rushed out belatedly, found the sparkling diamond cufflink and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

 

When Grecan returned to the mansion, he placed the plucked flowers in the vase filled with water.

 

His gaze at the flowers, which looked even more beautiful in the glass vase, was complicated.

 

‘I thought you’d like them.’

 

He already had a bad impression, so he wanted to do something nice. Not something unpleasant.

 

But there was nothing he could do about what had already been done.

 

If possible, he wished it had never happened, but unfortunately, that was impossible. His shoulders slumped as he tried to clean up the mess.

 

“Oh, flowers. How thoughtful. Who put them here?”

 

“It wasn’t me.”

 

Mirania muttered as she stood by the window, gently touching the wide yellow petals.

 

Her cool face, illuminated not by sunlight but by candlelight, took on an added mystique, making her even more beautiful.

 

Grecan, with his arms crossed, leaned the back of his head against the hard stone wall and stared at her intently.

 

Mirania’s expression was blank, but her thumb softly brushed the petals. His expression softened.

 

💫

 

‘I don’t like this place.’

 

It wasn’t just because it was a school run by the Resistance, the group Hakan had been so desperately searching for.

 

It was far too shabby and unimpressive.

 

If Mirania hadn’t been here, Grecan wouldn’t have cared how wretched it was, but because she was here, everything bothered him.

 

The old straw-covered bed was unbearably uncomfortable.

 

After noticing Mirania struggling to sleep, he took the animal hide covering the professor’s bed and brought it to her.

 

Seeing her sleep peacefully made him feel proud.

 

The next day, he ignored Horus’s grumbling about his missing prized hide blanket.

 

It wasn’t just the sleeping arrangements that were terrible.

 

“I’m hungry.”

 

It pained him. Mirania had a delicate appetite. For her to say she was hungry…

 

Frustrated and angry, his shoulders shook. This place truly was useless. He wanted to take Mirania out immediately and treat her to a feast, but he knew she wouldn’t want that.

 

It was agonizing.

 

“We’ve run out of ingredients. Minella and Truke have gone hunting. Please wait a little longer.”

 

‘Is that supposed to be enough?’

 

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Grecan headed straight to the royal palace. When he entered the kitchen, his unexpected appearance flustered the servants.

 

“High Lord? What brings you to such a humble place…”

 

It happened to be meal preparation time, and there was an array of food—hors d’oeuvres, main courses, and even dessert bread.

 

Grecan stuffed as much food as he could into a large black sack, his actions stunned the servants.

 

“Y-you don’t need to do this yourself. If there’s something you want, we can prepare it and bring it to you. Hakan has been looking for you—should I let him know?”

 

“No need.”

 

“But still…”

 

Grecan furrowed his brow and turned his head. The servants immediately fell silent under his gaze.

 

Grecan looked down at the heavy black sack and fell silent. He hadn’t anticipated this problem.

 

Even the delicious food looked unappetizing when haphazardly thrown together without proper plating.

 

He wanted to prepare a proper basket, but that would only raise suspicions.

 

In the end, he simply slung the sack over his shoulder. 

 

With the black sack hanging behind him, Grecan looked like a food thief as he walked away.

 

Under the bewildered gazes of the servants, he leisurely left the palace.

 

Grecan didn’t enter the school, but instead found a spot on a nearby stone wall. Soon, someone came into view.

 

A leech in human skin, nothing but bones wrapped in flesh—Donnie was walking down a dark alley.

 

‘Of all people, it had to be him.’

 

Grecan hesitated for a moment before placing the black sack in the middle of the path Donnie was about to take.  

 

The black sack, sitting conspicuously in the middle of the road, looked suspicious to anyone who might see it, but Donnie was so hungry that he couldn’t ignore the tantalizing aroma of food wafting from it. 

 

This worked in Grecan’s favor.  

 

When Donnie opened the sack, his eyes widened in astonishment.  

 

“Guess what I found on my way here?”  

 

The human man dutifully played his role as the food deliverer.  

 

The table was soon filled with a lavish feast made up of the food he had brought.  

 

“What if someone’s targeting us and poisoned it? If only the professor were here, he’d know what to do.”  

 

“There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s delicious.”  

 

Grecan shot a cold glare at Truke, who was greedily tearing into the meat.  

 

Mirania didn’t particularly like meat, but he had brought it to help her regain her strength. Seeing it end up in the wrong person’s mouth made his stomach churn.  

 

“It seems the gods have blessed us with a gift.”  

 

“Some idiot must’ve forgotten it. Either way, we got lucky.”  

 

Mirania, however, didn’t touch the food and simply stared at it.  

 

‘How frustrating.’  

 

“It’d be more believable if someone found gold on the road.”  

 

Grecan flinched and held his breath. He was certain Mirania hadn’t recognized him, but she was someone who had experienced countless moments he hadn’t, so he couldn’t let his guard down.  

 

“You’re right. Aren’t you going to eat? It’s definitely not poisoned. It seems like someone made a mistake, but still. We were so hungry, so this is a blessing. Please eat, Lady Witch.”  

 

Grecan watched nervously as she finally tore off a piece of bread and put it in her mouth.  

 

Mirania ate with delight, just as he had expected.  

 

Though she preferred vegetables to meat, he knew she had a subtle fondness for sweet flavors.  

 

Grecan couldn’t help but grin.  

 

‘I should’ve brought some hot chocolate too.’  

 

He stared intently at Mirania as she elegantly savored the food.  

 

He didn’t want to miss a single moment of this.

 

💫

 

“Please inscribe it on the inner thigh.”  

 

‘No way.’

 

Grecan’s face stiffened.  

 

For the past few days, he had been secretly visiting this school, feeling a faint sense of joy.  

 

It was a feeling that could almost be called happiness. Though he couldn’t even greet her for fear of being discovered by Mirania, just seeing her was enough to satisfy him.  

 

Compared to the moments he had spent longing for her, angry and tormented when he couldn’t find her.  

 

Compared to the moments he had wasted meaninglessly in the palace without her.  

 

Even if he couldn’t speak to her, he was much happier now. Or so he thought. Until this moment.  

 

If there was one moment he could never overlook, it was this.  

 

“I’m ready, Lady Witch.”  

 

The scrawny human man took off his pants. Right in front of Mirania.  

 

Blood rushed to his head.  

 

‘How dare he…’

 

His fingers twitched. He wanted to cover Mirania’s eyes.  

 

Another man’s bare skin was flaunting itself before her. His fists clenched and trembled.  

 

“Perhaps I should leave Wigenia here. In case something goes wrong, we’ll need someone to stop the process.”  

 

“Alright. I’ll wait.”  

 

Fortunately, Mirania left the room. Grecan didn’t miss his chance.  

 

As he unclenched his fists, the energy he had tightly contained within him naturally seeped out.  

 

Thud—

 

Donnie’s shoulders, stiff as a statue, began to tremble like a leaf.  

 

“A… a ghost?”  

 

Grecan stared at him with icy eyes. If he couldn’t kill him, he’d at least make him flee.  

 

Just then, the door opened again.  

 

‘She’s back already?’

 

Grecan’s face twisted in frustration. Reluctantly, he withdrew his energy.  

 

“Donnie? Are you feeling unwell?”  

 

Unlike the woman, who noticed nothing, Mirania looked around the room with a strange expression.  

 

Though he had quickly retracted his energy, she might have sensed it.  

 

Grecan stared at Mirania, trying to calm his pounding heart.  

 

As her gaze swept past him, he felt an inexplicable urge to cry.  

 

Just seeing her like this was satisfying, even happy, but deep down, he wanted to reveal himself to her.  

 

‘I wish she’d recognize me.’

 

If he could, Grecan would go back 115 years.  

 

To a time when he had all her attention, when he could rest his head on her lap and hold her in his arms.  

 

He missed Mirania’s affectionate gaze unbearably.  

 

If he could make her look at him like that again, he felt he could do anything.  

 

But her gaze didn’t reach him. Her beautiful golden eyes weren’t fixed on him, but on Donnie.  

 

Grecan tried to pull himself together. It wasn’t easy.  

 

Every time Mirania leaned closer to the human man, every time her focused gaze landed on his thigh, it felt like a red-hot blade slicing through his flesh.  

 

“As I told Horus, if you don’t want to die early from having your life force drained, you must manage your magic well.”  

 

By the time the inscription was complete, Grecan had suppressed his emotions so intensely that his face had turned pale.  

 

Just as he was about to turn away, it happened.  

 

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

 

Whoosh!  

 

A shimmering silver light burst forth, tingling against his skin.  

 

The silver energy gently settled over Grecan’s sullen face. His black pupils dilated.