His Breeding Obsession – Chapter 160 – The Future

Author: Nikss

Although she gave him a stern look, Grecan did not consider her expression a threat. The corners of his mouth crept up slyly.

“How did you know?”

A husky whisper enveloped her ear.

“That I’m so infatuated with you that I can’t do anything.”

Mirania raised her hand and covered her ear.

Startled, Grecan leaned his head back, and Mirania, with an annoyed expression, smacked her ear a couple more times.

“Ugh! Why are you blowing air into my ear? It’s ticklish!”

Mirania irritably turned her head to the other side.

Grecan’s mouth was still grinning. Mirania’s neck and shoulders stiffened as she stared firmly at the gang and the school teachers.

The sound of Grecan’s whispering felt like it was sticking to her eardrum.

‘How mischievous.’

Mirania’s shoulders shivered.

“I told you not to worry about the Chancellor for now. Even without the Chancellor, are you so scared that you’re lying flat in this warehouse?”

Mirania looked around at the gang, the school teachers, humans, and beast folk alike. Those who met her gaze one by one closed their mouths.

Mirania observed the gang closely.

“Was it a lie that you wouldn’t live like this if there were another way?”

The beast folk, feeling the pressure, shook their heads vigorously.

Next, she stared at the school teachers.

“Was your belief in creating a peaceful world where humans and beast folk harmonize so weak that it could be crushed by the strength of the beast folk leader?”

Her golden eyes shimmered strangely. She had been the leader of the witch clan for a thousand years, defending against external invasions and promoting peace on the beast folk

Even Horus couldn’t casually interject under the pressure she exuded. He shook his head with a stern expression.

“That’s not it.”

“We were just trying to be cautious.”

Minella, who had insisted that killing them all was the safest option, blushed and lowered her voice.

Mirania waved her hand lightly.

“Then that’s enough. Move for the future you envision.”

As she flicked her fingers, the glowing letters floating in the air scattered in all directions.

When the light touched their bodies, the beast folk tightly closed their eyes as if they had been burned.

After a moment, feeling nothing, they cautiously opened their eyes, which then widened.

“Gasp…”

Where the word ‘Milgrem’ had disappeared, another silver word had appeared.

‘The Future.’

“I will help.”

The letters shone even more intensely, as if responding.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”

Mirania smiled faintly and whispered softly, “You will move under the protection of nature.”

The voice seemed to whisper right next to their ears.

Those who had unconsciously raised their hands to touch their ears stared at Mirania in surprise.

At this moment, whether it was the school teachers or the beast folk of the gang, everyone felt the same way.

Her words were not intense, rather, they were motionless, calm, and soft, yet strangely stirring.

Some people clenched their lips, overwhelmed with emotion. Minella was one of them.

Mirania looked at them with gentle eyes. Then, a warm hand grasped hers.

“Me too.”

The black eyes that met hers held her completely.

“I’ll help too.”

A whisper so quiet only she could hear.

“Your will is my will. If you desire it, I would gladly walk into hell.”

His fingers intertwined with hers tightened.

“Everything lost its meaning when you were gone. If it’s something you cherish, I’ll strive to cherish it too.”

His gaze shifted toward the others before returning to her.

“Even if it holds no meaning for me personally.”

Mirania also tightened her grip on his hand.

For some reason, her heart swelled.

This was Grecan, who had once even thought, ‘Wouldn’t it be better to just kill them all?’

He had been overwhelmed by deep-rooted hatred and a desire for destruction.

But now, a nostalgic scent seemed to emanate from him. Her Grecan, who had once harbored blind affection instead of hatred.

The witch’s wolf boy.

‘You’re unexpectedly moving me.’

Just as she was swallowing the flood of memories, unable to speak, a loud voice suddenly erupted.

“There’s something we need to clarify!”

It was Minella. Her once gentle eyes had sharpened again.

“Everything sounds good. I understand how we should act moving forward. I even want to trust the beast folk. But Gangchi!”

Gangchi, who had been pointed out, pursed his thick lips inward.

“He claimed he received direct orders from Hakan’s side. We can’t just let this slide. If we don’t confirm this, it’s like holding a ticking time bomb.”

Her blunt and resolute voice carried the determination that this couldn’t be overlooked.

“One of humanity’s worst traits is how loose their tongues are.”

As Mirania stroked her chin, Gangchi seized the moment to shout.

“Your words are wise. But I’m not human, I’m a beast—”

“But not all beast folk are tight-lipped, are they?”

Gangchi’s face twisted. Mirania tilted her head thoughtfully, then turned her gaze to Horus.

“There’s a human spell that’s perfect for situations like this. While I can wield some human magic, this particular one doesn’t align with my affinity, so I’ve never been able to use it.”

Beside Horus, Wigenia furrowed her brow.

“Could it be…?”

In a school where most were inspectors or martial artists, Wigenia, who had some knowledge of magic, asked with a mix of doubt and curiosity.

“Are you referring to the rumors of magic?”

When Mirania nodded, Wigenia’s face brightened.

“Indeed, magic could ease our concerns about leaks. The better news is that Mr. Smith knows how to perform guidance magic. He said he’d return in a few days.”

Mirania turned her gaze to the gang.

“Did you hear that? Until then, don’t act recklessly. Fortunately, we’re here to keep an eye on things.”

Those who understood what she meant by ‘we’ — the burly Horus and Truke — frowned.

Truke glanced at Gangchi’s massive frame.

“To lock up someone that size, we’d need to grow even bigger ourselves.”

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At dawn, Mirania and her group returned to the school, now more than double their original size.

The gang was locked in a room on the second floor, with Truke and Derek keeping a close watch.

However, contrary to their initial wariness, the gang members showed no intention of escaping and remained surprisingly quiet, preventing any mishaps.

As Mirania leisurely sipped her tea, Wigenia approached her.

“Witch, you mentioned before that you’re skilled in healing arts, right?”

“I did. Why do you ask?”

“There are some injured children. We tried to call a healer, but it hasn’t been easy.”

Mirania recalled the faces of the children she had seen in the warehouse.

Their weak, blinking eyes made them look like fish tossed out of water, lifeless and helpless.

“Donaty was caught on an empty stomach, so aside from some scratches, he’s unharmed. But some children have wounds that have festered and become inflamed. These children were already injured when they were captured by the gang, so their wounds are quite old.”

As Wigenia explained, Mirania stood up.

“Lead the way.”

The injured children were gathered in the largest room on the first floor, usually used for swordsmanship training.

Those too weak to move lay on beds, while others sat on sofas or the floor. Among them, the healthier children perked up and stared curiously as Mirania entered.

But the moment Grecan followed her in, they quickly averted their gazes to the floor.

“Children are so perceptive,” Mirania muttered unconsciously.

Wigenia tilted her head, not understanding.

“I’ll tend to the children’s wounds. Wigenia, you go prepare some food.”

“But I should help you—”

“Looking at them, most of these children will recover simply by eating well. So, food is the best medicine for now.”

Persuaded, Wigenia left the room.

Once the door closed, Mirania pulled up a comfortable chair and sat down.

There was another reason she had sent Wigenia away.

‘My healing art relies on blood. There’s no benefit in letting others see it.’

The child lying on the bed had their eyes closed, breathing heavily.

There was a wound on their shoulder as if they had been struck by a sickle, making Mirania suspect it might have been a farming accident.

With the other children watching, Mirania discreetly lowered her hand beneath the chair and squeezed out a drop of blood.

In the past, a single drop of her blood would have been enough to heal most wounds, but her body wasn’t what it used to be. It wouldn’t work the same way now.

Just as she was about to squeeze out more blood—

Snap!

Grecan tightly grabbed her wrist.

“No.”

“Tsk.”

Mirania shot him a stern look.

Unlike usual, Grecan didn’t back down. He shook his head, his usual faint smile completely gone, replaced by an uncharacteristically stern expression.

His cold eyes bore into Mirania.

“No.”

“…”

“You need to start valuing your own body more.”

“I already value it enough.”

Despite her response, Grecan’s gaze only darkened further.

“I don’t believe you.”

“…”

“Back then too...”

Grecan’s eyes twisted slightly.

“Back then, even as your fingertips were disintegrating, you still saved Alice.”

“…”