His Breeding Obsession Chapter 153 - Lesson on Emotion

 

“Even if it’s something I dislike, I can endure it if it’s with Mirania. I can even tolerate being around humans if it’s with you. The gray sky looks bright, and anything Mirania eats seems delicious. Every time Mirania smiles at me, everything looks beautiful, even the petals flying in the air.”  

 

“…”  

 

“I’ve been like this for a very long time.”  

 

He stared intently at her, frozen in place. His eyes, which once burned with anger, were now warm and soft like never before.  

 

A terribly selfish and straightforward emotion.  

 

“Since 100 years ago, and even long before that.”  

 

“…”  

 

“That’s how it’s always been when I’m with Mirania.”  

 

Grecan’s lips curled up as if he were both crying and smiling.  

 

“I love you.”  

 

Mirania’s eyes widened. The wind brushed through her hair.  

 

Grecan reached out to tidy her fluttering silver hair, his own black hair swaying in the breeze. His hands were careful, meticulous, and warm.  

 

“…”  

 

Flustered, Mirania took a deep breath.  

 

Thump—

 

Her quiet heart beat loudly once.  

 

A memory, like an uninvited guest, knocked at the door of her mind.  

 

[Wanting to always be together, finding joy even in unpleasant things when done with the one you love, seeing a gray sky as bright, finding everything delicious, watching petals fly around—it seems that’s what love is.]  

 

That was love.

 

“His name is Kan.”  

 

At Mirania’s introduction, Professor Horus and the other teachers at the school stared at Grecan with questioning eyes.  

 

“…Is he human?”  

 

Truke looked Grecan up and down, his gaze filled with suspicion.  

 

A sharp glint flashed beneath Grecan’s lowered eyes.

 

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“He’s as big as a bear quarter, isn’t he?”  

 

Hmph, Mirania let out a fake cough. Startled, Grecan slowly replied,  

 

“He’s human, yes.”  

 

Horus scrutinized Grecan carefully. However, 

 

Grecan’s human form was nearly perfect, making it impossible to tell from the outside whether he was a beastman or not.  

 

Most beastmen, even when transformed into human form, still retained some characteristics of their species.  

 

Even batfolk, who are relatively similar to humans compared to other non-human races, could be suspected of not being human due to their bright red eyes and seductive tendencies, which were rare among humans.  

 

But Grecan showed no signs of being a wolfman, so while everyone was half-doubting, they couldn’t openly express their suspicions.  

 

At that moment, Mirania calmly drove the final nail in.  

 

“I vouch for his identity. Even if Kan stays here, I promise he will never cause any harm to any of you.”  

 

“But…”  

 

Minella began hesitantly but couldn’t continue.  

 

Having spent several days at the school, Mirania, despite her sometimes aloof or bothersome attitude, had blended in well. 

 

Everyone, knowingly or unknowingly, had come to accept her. She was already a part of the school.  

 

“Even so, how can we trust someone who’s…”  

 

Still unable to let it go, someone muttered uncomfortably. Wigenia smiled gently.  

 

“I think it’s fine. People from the royal palace might be dangerous, but I trust the witch. So, I think Kan can be trusted too.”  

 

Mirania felt a pang of guilt at the immense trust.  

 

‘This guy is the most dangerous one of all.’  

 

Wigenia looked warmly at Minella and Horus in turn.  

 

“The witch has vouched for him, hasn’t she? She may be lazy about moving around, but she’s never lied or done anything harmful. In fact, she’s even taught the children valuable magic. She hasn’t even asked about the whereabouts of her other companions.”  

 

“Still…”  

 

“Let’s keep an eye on him for a while. Wouldn’t that work?”  

 

Because Wigenia stepped forward, the dissatisfied expressions of the other teachers softened slightly.  

 

In this school, Wigenia was like a warm, soft cushion, playing the role of holding people together in an environment where anxiety and tension often led to frequent conflicts.  

 

Seizing the moment, Mirania explained calmly, “He has some issues with learning, so I’ve decided to teach him for the time being. It’s not like he’s staying here for free. His swordsmanship is decent, so he can also teach the students.”  

 

Grecan’s head snapped around as he stared at Mirania with wide eyes.  

 

‘I never agreed to that.’  

 

Mirania frowned slightly and shook her head, signaling him to stay quiet.  

 

While Grecan liked being with Mirania, he had absolutely no desire to mingle with humans in a cramped space. His brow furrowed deeply.  

 

However, not wanting to be kicked out, he stayed silent.  

 

Mirania smiled faintly.

 

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“Mr. Kan, are you planning to stay here too?”  

 

Wigenia blinked in surprise. Grecan nodded without further explanation.  

 

“…Yeah.”  

 

Wigenia, who had expected some elaboration, was taken aback.  

 

Mirania stepped in to explain, “He has nowhere else to go, so he’ll be staying here for a while. Is that alright?”  

 

“Ah… Y-yes, that’s fine. Many people do the same. I’ll prepare a place for him to sleep.”  

 

“He’ll be staying with me, so don’t worry about it.”  

 

At those words, Grecan smiled and nodded.  

 

Wigenia blinked rapidly, then burst into laughter.  

 

“That’s the biggest reaction I’ve seen from him so far. Mr. Kan must be really close to the witch. Alright, let’s do that. Do you need a blanket?”  

 

“We don’t have many of those either. Don’t trouble yourself.”  

 

Mirania shook her head and headed toward her sleeping quarters, with Grecan trailing closely behind.  

 

No one could have guessed that this was the Destroyer, Grecan.  

 

“He looks like a little duckling.”  

 

Completely unsuspecting, Wigenia burst into laughter. If Hakan had heard, his jaw would have dropped.  

 

Late at night, Mirania was deep in sleep.  

 

Though the bed was hard and uncomfortable, she had grown somewhat accustomed to it after a few days.  

 

Beside her, Grecan lay propped up on one elbow, his cloak draped over Mirania as he gazed at her intently.  

 

He didn’t blink as he watched her.  

 

A small frown had formed between her brows, as if she wasn’t feeling well.  

 

Was it because the air was chilly?  

 

Grecan gently rubbed the spot between her brows with his fingertip and moved closer.  

 

As his warm body touched hers, Mirania’s expression softened.  

 

Grecan stayed like that, sharing his warmth with her until dawn broke, and the surroundings grew faintly bright.  

 

The mansion was bustling with sword training.  

 

The largest room in the mansion was dedicated to swordsmanship practice, and today, the students were scheduled to practice cross-cutting on dummies.  

 

Amidst the training, an unusually loud voice erupted at an odd time.  

 

“H-how did you do that? Do it again, do it again! Was that an aura blade just now?”  

 

“Minella, there’s no need to ask. It was definitely an aura blade.”

 

Minella and Truke, visibly excited, stood surrounding Grecan.  

 

In response to Minella’s request, Grecan raised an eyebrow in annoyance and threw the sword he was holding onto the ground.  

 

Clang!  

 

The expressions of Truke and Minella twisted simultaneously.  

 

“Ugh.”   

 

Mirania, who had been watching, let out a sigh.  

 

‘Should I have told him to tone it down?’  

 

The three of them were growling at each other as if ready to fight. It all started with Truke’s provocation.  

 

While demonstrating techniques to the students, Truke and Minella had suddenly pointed their swords at Grecan.  

 

[Didn’t you say you know how to use a sword? Why don’t you give it a try?]  

 

Truke then glanced back and forth between Mirania and Grecan.  

 

[Instead of just sticking close and chatting.]  

 

Grecan ignored him and kept his gaze on Mirania.  

 

Seeing Truke’s irritated expression, Mirania figured things might escalate, so she nudged Grecan to demonstrate once.  

 

With a reluctant expression, Grecan approached, and Minella handed him a steel sword.  

 

[Let’s see your skills.]  

 

Just as they had done with Mirania, the two didn’t hide their suspicion toward Grecan.  

 

Grecan looked down at the steel sword, then glanced at the straw dummy. His expression clearly showed he didn’t understand the point of this.  

 

Taking his hesitation as confusion, Truke spoke up condescendingly.  

 

[Try a cross-cut. It’s the most basic stance, but even skilled swordsmen start with the basics. Show us something impressive.]  

 

The children, who loved watching their teachers’ demonstrations, sparkled with excitement at the unexpected situation.  

 

Under their eager gazes and the unspoken challenge, Grecan lightly gripped the sword’s hilt and swung it toward the dummy.  

 

A single strike.  

 

Unlike Truke and Minella, he didn’t adjust his stance or build up momentum—he just swung casually from where he stood.  

 

But the result left everyone in shock.  

 

The dummy was cleanly sliced in two with a single strike.  

 

Truke and Minella’s eyes widened as if they might pop out. Beside the wide-eyed Truke, Minella looked even more stunned.  

 

Stammering, Minella spoke as if she couldn’t believe what she had just seen.  

 

“That black aura surrounding the blade… If he can create an aura, that means he’s a master. Where did someone like that come from?”  

 

Grecan turned his gaze to Mirania. His look was filled with confusion, as if asking why these people were being so bothersome. 

 

Mirania considered intervening but changed her mind after seeing the fiery expressions on Minella and Truke’s faces.  

 

‘This is definitely going to be a hassle.’  

 

In the end, she waved her hand as if to say, ‘Handle it yourself,’ and Grecan grimaced.

 

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Grecan’s involvement didn’t stop at the swordsmanship demonstration.  

 

“Today, we’ll be learning water magic… Kan?”  

 

Mirania, who was about to introduce the new children to magic, paused when Grecan suddenly walked into the room.  

 

“I baked some bread outside. Go eat.”  

 

“I’ll do that after I finish teaching these kids…”  

 

“I’ll take care of this.”  

 

Yielding to Grecan’s insistence, Mirania stepped outside, but she couldn’t shake her unease about leaving the children alone with him. She peeked back inside.  

 

Grecan’s face clearly showed his annoyance.  

 

‘Tsk, tsk, if he’s going to act like that, why did he even offer?’  

 

The children were on the verge of tears. 

 

Just as Mirania was about to step back in, Grecan flicked his finger with a nonchalant expression.  

 

A form similar to the Grand Witch’s finger magic appeared, and Mirania’s eyes sparkled.  

 

A fierce-looking beast materialized in the air—a water dragon.  

 

The water dragon, crafted from the water in a cup, roared as it swung its long tail.  

 

The creation was so dynamic that it was hard to believe it was made from magic, and the children’s mouths hung open in awe.  

 

“Wow, woahh…”  

 

Mirania, who had planned to create simple water droplets suitable for the children’s level, pressed her hand to her forehead.