His Breeding Obsession Chapter 159 - Milgram

“Are you crazy? Do you really think that? Don’t you remember how humans desperately tried to expand their territory? If the world hadn’t been turned upside down, we would’ve lost our land and been driven to the outskirts!”

 

“But… things aren’t any better now, are they? Blame the High Lord. They flipped the world upside down and don’t care what happens next.”

 

As the bear beastman choked up, the sadness spread, and even the youngest child began to sniffle.

 

“I… I hate the Chancellor too…”

 

Donaty, who had been clinging to Donnie because there were so many humans, suddenly jumped up.

 

“Why are you turning your anger on the innocent High Lord?”

 

“Donaty, sit still!”

 

Donnie, panicked, pulled Donaty back down, and Donaty muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.

 

Mirania glanced at Grecan. His expression was unreadable.

 

‘I can’t tell what he’s thinking.’

 

“Then what… what should we do? How do we fix this?”

 

Pushed by the expectant looks of his underlings, the gang leader stepped forward with an awkward expression. 

 

Immediately, the attention of not only the gang members, but also the school’s teachers and children turned to Mirania.

 

Even Grecan’s gaze was on her.

 

Mirania frowned slightly. She had no choice but to think quickly.

 

Given that both sides had hated each other for so long, the first step was to instill a sense of unity—that they were on the same side.

 

“…First, we must start by cleaning up this street. The whole place is like a cesspool, all it’ll bring is disease. A dirty environment makes it hard for hearts to change.”

 

Everyone looked bewildered.

 

‘Cleaning? What does that have to do with anything?’

 

At the crowd’s confused reaction, Mirania clicked her tongue in disapproval.

 

A hundred years ago, the streets of the city weren’t exactly clean enough to walk barefoot, but compared to this, they were pristine.

 

It was understandable that those who didn’t know the city of a century ago would be puzzled.

 

‘I shouldn’t just dismiss them as pitiful.’

 

Changing her approach, Mirania continued her explanation more kindly.

 

“First, we clean the streets. Second, we establish a regular food supply system—no looting or extorting anyone. To do this, humans and beastmen must work together, using their wisdom to hunt, fish, and farm.”

 

“Together?”

 

Horus muttered without realizing it, and Mirania nodded.

 

“Yes. Together. The strong beastmen and physically capable humans can take on hunting and labor-intensive tasks, while those who are clever can create tools to make hunting and farming easier. This way, we can secure food more efficiently. When there’s enough to eat, the hatred in people’s hearts will fade.”

 

Growl!

 

A child blushed and wrapped their arms around their stomach. Mirania glanced down at the child.

 

“We’ll make sure you get a meal when we’re done here.”

 

She clasped her hands behind her back and continued.

 

“I’ll share my thoughts on the hunting and farming tools you humans use. I know a thing or two about them.”

 

“We’ll do as you say, but let me be clear—we’ve tried this before. Potatoes, sweet potatoes… they all just wither and die. That’s the problem.”

 

“Humans have some expertise in farming. Try it together.”

 

The bear beastman, having nothing more to say, fell silent.

 

“Those who are eloquent and strong should travel the continent, gathering like-minded individuals and persuading those who disagree.”

 

“I think I see where you’re going with this, but there’s a problem. Convincing frightened beastmen and humans to come together isn’t easy. Really. We’ve been fighting for a hundred years.”

 

Horus raised a serious concern. Mirania raised an eyebrow.

 

“Did you think changing the world would be easy? You’re quite the impatient one.”

 

Someone chuckled. Horus whipped his head around to glare, and Truke quickly wiped the smile off his face, standing at attention.

 

“We’ll create a new name. A name that unites humans and beastmen. Sentient beings feel a sense of belonging and act under a shared name. Naming is the first step.”

 

Mirania spoke calmly, “…A name?”

 

At the puzzled looks, she immediately came up with one.

 

“Milgram.”

 

Mirania flicked her finger. A cluster of silver light gathered from all directions, forming the word “Milgram” in the air.

 

Everyone’s eyes widened.

 

“With this name, we’ll change the world.”

 

“Huh?”

 

The gang leader let out a metallic scoff. When all eyes turned to him, he quickly shrank back, lowering his gaze.

 

“What, is something wrong?”

 

“It’s not that… It’s just that talking about changing the world with this many people…”

 

The gang leader muttered skeptically, glancing around the room.

 

There were about thirty adults, nearly filling the warehouse, but it wasn’t exactly a number that matched the ambition of “changing the world.”

 

“Do you not know who you’re with…”

 

The gang leader, who hadn’t heard the soft murmur, pretended to clean his ears.

 

“What did you say?”

 

“Enough. All great things start small.”

 

The gang leader kept glancing between the faint letters still floating in the air and Mirania, chewing his lips nervously.

 

‘He’s got that look in his eyes, like he’s planning to run at the first chance.’

 

Mirania narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized the gang leader, but a cautious voice interrupted her thoughts.

 

“The imperial palace won’t just sit back and do nothing.”

 

It was Wigenia, voicing her concern with a serious expression. Others nodded in agreement, lowering their heads.

 

The terrifying presence that loomed in everyone’s minds became vividly clear—the absolute power residing in the imperial palace.

 

“The Chancellor…”

 

“The High Lord.”

 

Humans and beastmen muttered the name unconsciously, then flinched and glanced at each other before grimacing and turning away.

 

“You’re all too afraid of Grecan’s reputation.”

 

Mirania clicked her tongue, and the gang leader looked startled.

 

“You can’t just casually say the Highroad’s name like that…”

 

“Hmm?”

 

When Mirania’s gaze fell on him, the gang leader sulkily lowered his eyes.

 

“From now on, don’t think about the Chancellor. Just act.”

 

Mirania spoke calmly, her hands clasped behind her back. The room buzzed with murmurs. Mirania frowned slightly.

 

Instead of the enthusiastic “Let’s do it!” she had hoped for, the atmosphere was more like “Is that even possible?” 

 

The murmuring didn’t sit well with her.

 

“Easier said than done.”

 

Someone even grumbled under their breath. Mirania’s eyebrow twitched.

 

“It seems my words aren’t very convincing…”

 

She felt a pang of regret for the days when her magical power had been as abundant as an unending river.

 

‘If it were like the old days, I could’ve just summoned a storm.’

 

Then they would’ve dropped to their knees without a word of protest.

 

‘Tsk,’  Mirania pursed her lips.

 

💫

 

Grecan glanced subtly at her slightly protruding lips. 

 

A smile escaped him. She was so cute, it made his heart ache.

 

‘I don’t fully understand why she’s going this far, but…’

 

It was clear that Mirania was deeply invested in the humans and beastmen. He knew her personality better than anyone.

 

She was usually lazy, not one to move unless absolutely necessary, and would let things slide if she could.

 

Yet here she was, personally engaging with these insignificant beings. It was something she wouldn’t do if she didn’t care.

 

Even if he didn’t fully understand, her focused expression was so adorable it made his heart race.

 

In the past, he might’ve been annoyed. He would’ve begrudged even a sliver of her attention going elsewhere.

 

But now, it was fine. Not that he didn’t miss her attention.

 

‘It’s just… nice to see.’

 

Her lively expression now was far more pleasing to see than the listless one she had in the imperial palace. He wanted to protect this side of her.

 

Grecan took in the scene inside the warehouse.

 

The messy environment. The humans and beastmen she was facing were equally pitiful.

 

In the past, they would’ve been as insignificant to him as a pebble underfoot.

 

But with Mirania involved, they looked different.

 

If their prosperity brought her joy if it was her responsibility…

 

‘Then it would also be my joy and responsibility.’

 

Grecan’s cold gaze softened slightly.

 

A seed had sprouted in the heart of the absolute ruler, who had nothing left but ruin.

 

It was a seed planted by the witch.

 

💫

 

“Do you think I’d provoke you with empty words? Do I look like someone who enjoys such trivialities?”

 

“…”

 

The murmurs died down at Mirania’s sharp tone. As attention focused on her, she spoke firmly.

 

“I’m certain the Chancellor won’t come after you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

The gang members were in an uproar, unable to believe her. But the school’s teachers, who knew she had come from the imperial palace, had a different look in their eyes.

 

Horus lowered his voice and asked seriously, “Why do you think that?”

 

“What do you know?”

 

Wigenia also wore a grave expression. Mirania clicked her tongue, realizing just how much they were fixated on Grecan.

 

“Didn’t I tell you? The Great Witch is in the imperial palace.”

 

“Yes, you did.”

 

Mirania narrowed her eyes and glared at him, raising her voice.

 

“That man is completely infatuated with the Great Witch. He won’t bother with the likes of you.”

 

Grecan’s head snapped around.

 

Unaware of his gaze, Mirania’s eyes were fixed on the gang members and the school’s teachers.

 

The gang leader leaned closer to the bear beastman beside him.

 

“I don’t get it. Do you?”

 

“She said the Chancellor is infatuated with the Great Witch. Why are you asking me when we both heard the same thing?”

 

“I know that! I’m asking if it makes sense.”

 

“Isn’t it obviously a lie?”

 

“But doesn’t it seem like there’s some truth to it? She’s so confident, even talking about the High Lord…”

 

The school’s teachers fell silent, deep in thought.

 

Mirania, who had been pleased with the shift in atmosphere, suddenly felt her cheeks burn. She turned her head instinctively and found Grecan staring at her intently.

 

Realizing her slip too late, Mirania raised an eyebrow awkwardly.