His Breeding Obsession Chapter 154

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“Mr. Kan is a pro at surprising people. Look at Minella and Truke. They’re the best swordsmen after the professor, and even they were amazed. That just shows how skilled he is.”  

 

Wigenia, who had been praising Grecan for a while, suggested to Mirania that they cook together.  

 

“It’s like a kind of welcoming ceremony.”  

 

‘I absolutely despise tasks that require a lot of effort.’  

 

For Mirania, who was perfectly content with simple meals of well-washed fruits and vegetables, Wigenia’s proposal wasn’t particularly appealing.  

 

But then it hit her.  

 

‘Wait, didn’t I decide to teach Grecan about emotions?’  

 

There’s nothing better than a community doing something together to foster a sense of belonging.  

 

Grecan’s gaze toward the people at the school was dry and bleak. She knew.  

 

If it weren’t for her, Grecan would have destroyed the school without a second thought.  

 

‘Cooking together is inefficient.’

  

Mirania realized this not long after they started cooking.  

 

When she asked Minella and Truke to prepare the ingredients, they ended up breaking things or ruining the utensils more often than not, making it seem like it would have been better not to involve them at all.  

 

In the end, Mirania ended up cooking with Wigenia, just as originally suggested.  

 

The finished dish, despite her initial reluctance, turned out to be quite impressive.  

 

“It’s so delicious.”  

 

“There’s plenty, so eat as much as you want.”  

 

Wigenia watched the children devour the food with delight, while Mirania kept an eye on Grecan.  

 

Grecan had been sitting in front of the food since they started cooking, smiling brightly every time Mirania moved.  

 

It seemed he found it fascinating that she was cooking.  

 

As Wigenia had mentioned, there was plenty of food.  

 

The amount of ingredients coming into the school had increased noticeably. The source of the food was obvious.  

 

‘Even the black sack Donnie brought in was Grecan’s doing.’

 

It had been strange from the start.  

 

When Mirania stared at him intently, Grecan speared some stir-fried vegetables with a fork and held it out to her.  

 

“Eat, Mir…”  

 

Grecan glanced around, furrowed his brow, and swallowed his words. He pushed the fork closer.  

 

Taking it as a sign to eat quickly, Mirania absentmindedly took a bite.  

 

Grecan’s face lit up.  

 

When he offered again, Mirania shook her head.  

 

“You eat first.”

 

She watched him intently as he sullenly sliced and ate his meat.  

 

The children and teachers were all sitting together, mingling as they ate, and amidst it all, Grecan didn’t seem out of place. Though it wasn’t entirely without awkwardness.  

 

‘Yes. If he keeps blending in like this, Grecan’s temperament will soften too.’

 

Like pebbles worn smooth and round by the relentless crashing of waves.  

 

Mirania smiled contentedly, only to lock eyes with Grecan.  

 

Snap!  

 

Grecan reflexively brought the fork to his mouth.  

 

Without thinking, Mirania opened her mouth and accepted the bite, her eyes widening in surprise. She cleared her throat awkwardly.  

 

“Is it good?”  

 

“It’s delicious.”  

 

Grecan’s lips twitched.  

 

“It’s… the first time I’ve eaten something you’ve made.”  

 

His soft smile made Mirania’s heart twinge. She coughed again.  

 

‘I’ve failed to do so much for him.’

 

Thinking back, when they were younger, she had taken charge of training disguised as games, but the rest of the household chores had been handled by Chera. 

 

It seemed all she had done was mediate between Grecan and Leverianz during their fights.  

 

‘No, wait. That was the hardest part.’

 

Mirania, lost in solemn thought, glanced at Grecan. He was still looking at her. His gaze was filled with an indescribable intensity.  

 

For some reason, it made her feel uneasy.  

 

“How do you feel?”  

 

“…Good. Very good.”  

 

Grecan’s lips curled up. He chewed slowly, savoring the food in his mouth.  

 

“What you’re feeling right now—that’s called happiness.”  

 

“…”  

 

“Sharing delicious food with good people. That’s one of the joys a social being can experience.”  

 

Unlike Mirania, who seemed to be saying, ‘See? How is it?’, Grecan’s expression turned strangely distorted.  

 

“I don’t know if it’s because I’m eating with other people, but…”  

 

“What?”  

 

Grecan raised his hand, touching his faintly smiling face and then fidgeting with his chest.  

 

“I’ve always felt like this when I’m with you.”  

 

Mirania, meeting his direct gaze, was flustered. She had concluded that managing anger required finding happiness.  

 

A heart full of happiness and love wouldn’t think of harming others.  

 

‘It’s good that he’s happy, but is this the right direction?’

 

Grecan, looking at her expectantly, waited for an answer. Mirania cleared her throat again.  

 

‘Am I going about this the wrong way?’

 

Mirania rubbed her temples.  

 

‘I’d forgotten.’

 

Mirania herself wasn’t particularly rich in emotions, especially the kind of colorful emotions that humans might feel.  

 

Even when she had explained love to Grecan 100 years ago, hadn’t she just recited the same definitions of love that others had spoken?  

 

Seeing Mirania’s complicated expression, Grecan tilted his head.  

 

“What’s wrong?”  

 

“I was thinking about whether I’m qualified to be a teacher.”  

 

At her troubled tone, Grecan’s face hardened.  

 

“No one but you can do it.”  

 

Mirania lowered her gaze. Grecan shook his head with a stern expression. He looked anxious, as if worried, she might give up.  

 

With a slight smirk, Mirania naturally reached out and ruffled his hair.  

 

“Alright. It’s too hasty to give up now. Who else could handle you but me?”  

 

“Right. That’s correct. No one but you can do it.”  

 

Grecan’s lips stretched into a wide grin, and he nodded vigorously. 

 

His thick eyebrows, pitch-black eyes, deep-set gaze, and prominent nose—none of his features gave off a cute or delicate impression, but his demeanor was more like a puppy than a wolf.  

 

Mirania clicked her tongue.  

 

“What are you smiling about?”  

 

“Because I’m with you.”  

 

Grecan answered immediately, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.  

 

“Why are you smiling?”  

 

Was she smiling?  

 

Only then did she notice that both corners of her mouth were turned up. She stiffened her expression.  

 

“…Tsk, where do you keep getting this ‘you, you’ from? I’m laughing because you’re being ridiculous.”  

 

“Is it because I can’t say your name?”  

 

Grecan’s ears perked up suddenly.  

 

“Can I say it?”  

 

“Of course not.”  

 

Mirania shook her head firmly.  

 

“There’s nothing I can do about it, then.”  

 

“Then you…”  

 

“Be quiet and eat your food.”  

 

Snatching the fork from his hand, Mirania stabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into Grecan’s mouth.  

 

Grecan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he soon grinned and chewed the food.  

 

“It tastes even better when you feed me. Should I feed you too?”  

 

Without a word, Mirania stuffed his mouth full of food, leaving him unable to speak.

 

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Grecan, surprisingly, took the emotional lessons seriously.  

 

With Donnie away on a trip to Donaty’s hometown and not yet returned, there was plenty of time to focus on Grecan.  

 

“First, we need to figure out exactly what your problem is.”  

 

Grecan, sitting beside her, leaned toward her with a dazed expression.  

 

Mirania pushed his head back with her finger, frowning.  

 

“Didn’t I tell you to focus?”  

 

“…Got it.”  

 

Grecan rubbed his forehead and finally sat in the chair across from her.  

 

“Your problem is that you undervalue life… This isn’t something that can be fixed quickly. So, we’ll need to examine the subtle flow of your thoughts and emotions.”  

 

“Okay.”  

 

Grecan nodded like an obedient child.  

 

“Let’s start from the time I went to the First Continent.”  

 

Grecan hesitated, then slowly began to speak.  

 

“Back then… I was angry. I thought I was doing everything you wanted, but when I saw the empty room, I got mad.”  

 

I couldn’t help it. Grecan spoke calmly, without any sign of agitation.  

 

“I thought it was because of them. That I was angry because of them. I was so angry, I couldn’t help it. That’s why I did it.”  

 

“That means you were angry at me.”  

 

He flinched and shook his head.  

 

“No, I wasn’t angry at you…”  

 

“You were angry at me. Why did you do that 100 years ago? I heard the devastation was so severe it was hard to even look at.”  

 

“Who told you that?   

 

“Malandor, Leverianz, and Chera. Don’t even think about lying.”  

 

Grecan’s face stiffened.  

 

“Those guys…”  

 

As he growled, Mirania grabbed his snout with two fingers. His eyes widened, and the fierce look in his eyes softened.  

 

When she released his lips, he grumbled, “I don’t want to talk about that time.”  

 

“I’ll wait until you feel like talking.”  

 

Grecan, his expression blank, stayed silent for a while.  

 

Mirania waited quietly. Under her steady gaze, Grecan turned his head slightly to avoid her eyes.  

 

She frowned. Then, Grecan’s voice came out dryly.  

 

“I don’t remember well.”  

 

“…”  

 

“But I remember feeling lost. I didn’t know what to do. I was angry, sad, and felt like I was going crazy, but I didn’t know what to do. That’s why I let it all go.”  

 

“Were you enraged?”

 

Grecan’s jaw tightened.  

 

“Yes. At everything that made you like that.”  

 

“Didn’t the aftermath torment you?”  

 

He turned his gaze back to her. His black eyes were deeply sunken, filled with bitterness.  

 

“Not really.”  

 

“…”  

 

“I thought they deserved it.   

 

“…”  

 

“After you disappeared, my world turned gray. When I was with you, even the jerky I made carelessly tasted good, but after you left, nothing had any flavor. The sky was always gray, the flowers were colorless. It felt like I was the only one left in the world…”  

 

Grecan muttered dryly, then suddenly twisted his face in frustration.  

 

“I don’t want to think about it anymore. It makes me feel terrible.”  

 

The warmth on the back of his hand made Grecan lift his head. Mirania was holding his hand.  

 

At some point, his trembling hand gradually calmed down.  

 

“I understand. You don’t have to think about it anymore.”  

 

“…”  

 

Grecan flipped his hand over and interlaced his fingers with Mirania’s.  

 

“It seems you can’t hide your agitation when I’m the cause.”  

 

Grecan silently curled the corner of his mouth as he looked at Mirania, who was frowning with a serious expression.  

 

“I like it,” said Grecan

 

“What do you like?”