His Breeding Obsession Chapter 161

Mirania’s voice softened and said, “It’s different from back then. I know my body well. I can heal the children without overexerting myself.”

 

“…”

 

“Didn’t you hear? There are no doctors nearby. And if we leave them like this, this skinny child will die from festering wounds that won’t heal.”

 

Grecan, holding Mirania’s wrist, glanced at the child on the bed.

 

Even just hearing the faint, irregular breaths from the child, it was clear that Mirania wasn’t wrong.

 

“If you understand, let go.”

 

“Wait a moment.”

 

Grecan, turning his gaze to Mirania, spoke briefly.

 

“Just wait a moment.”

 

“What are you planning?”

 

“If there’s a doctor, you won’t have to use your strength. Your body is weakened. Don’t think it’s the same as before.”

 

“My body is my—”

 

“If…”

 

Grecan’s eyes flashed. Mirania, who had unconsciously closed her mouth, looked down as Grecan whispered softly.

 

“If you shed blood to heal them before I return…”

 

“Then what?”

 

Mirania raised her eyebrows at the threatening tone, and Grecan met her gaze calmly.

 

“I will consider them my enemies. To me, enemies are anything that threatens you.”

 

“That’s absurd. Didn’t you say you’d help me?”

 

‘But already, you’re getting in the way.’

 

When Mirania asked in exasperation, Grecan shook his head with an unchanged expression.

 

“You told me not to harm others easily.”

 

“…”

 

“I want you not to harm yourself easily, either. Please, take better care of yourself.”

 

“…”

 

“We’re just fulfilling each other’s wishes. If you don’t keep your promise, neither will I.”

 

Carefully releasing her wrist, Grecan took a step back. And before Mirania could call him, he slipped out the window.

 

Mirania rubbed her wrist where Grecan had held her and looked around.

 

The children, who hadn’t properly heard the hushed conversation, were shrinking their shoulders in fear at the tense atmosphere.

 

“Sigh…”

 

Mirania ran her hand through her hair. Strands of silver hair stuck up messily.

 

Phew—

 

The irregular breaths from the child made her heart uneasy.

 

No, she couldn’t tell if this unease was because of the child in front of her or because of Grecan.

 

After staring at the child for a long time, a faint laugh escaped her lips.

 

“Really, now he’s giving me orders.”

 

Mirania lowered her hand and extended her fingers.

 

‘I’m not ignoring your words.’

 

Her focus was entirely on the child’s breathing. This was the child in the most critical condition.

 

‘Fifteen minutes. I must treat them within that time to ensure they recover without complications. If Grecan doesn’t return, I’ll have no choice but to heal them myself. I can’t let an innocent life be lost.’

 

And finding a doctor nearby within that time wouldn’t be easy.

 

Though Grecan’s demand felt more like a threat, Mirania wasn’t ignoring it entirely, but she didn’t hold much hope either.

 

About half of the fifteen minutes she had decided to wait—around seven minutes—had passed.

 

Just as Mirania was beginning to feel skeptical, bored from waiting…

 

Click!

 

Someone slid in through the window.

 

“Ugh, ughh!”

 

A man with a messy red beard, damp with saliva, let out a strange scream as he appeared.

 

He collapsed onto the floor, glanced around nervously, and with trembling hands, adjusted his crooked glasses.

 

“Who are you?”

 

Mirania stared at him with a puzzled look, but the red-bearded man continued to glance around as if searching for something.

 

“The doctor.”

 

The voice came from the window. The red-bearded man froze.

 

Grecan, who had lightly leaped in from the window, gestured toward the red-bearded man.

 

“I brought the doctor.”

 

The red-bearded man, pale-faced, flattened himself on the floor.

 

‘A doctor?’

 

Mirania eyed the trembling red-bearded man with suspicion.

 

“Well…”

 

The red-bearded man’s gaze cautiously shifted toward Mirania. He looked well-fed for this era, with chubby cheeks.

 

Mirania pointed to the bed with her finger.

 

“Heal them.”

 

Though he had been shaking like a frightened mule, the red-bearded man surprisingly became serious when faced with the patient.

 

“This is nothing serious. You didn’t even need to call me. They’d recover with just some rest at home.”

 

He muttered incessantly, but after pushing his glasses up, he pulled out a vial of viscous liquid from his glowing square bag and mixed it with a piece of his flesh.

 

When he applied it to the child’s wound, new skin began to grow over the exposed, festering flesh.

 

‘His ability is similar to my healing magic.’

 

Relieved by his decent skills, Mirania crossed her arms and glanced sideways.

 

“Does he know who you are?” asked Mirania.

 

“No.”

 

“Then why is he acting like this?”

 

Even now, as Mirania and Grecan whispered, the red-bearded man was sweating profusely, glancing nervously at them.

 

Mirania gestured toward the child, signaling him to continue his work. Only then did he hesitantly turn his attention back to the child.

 

“He’s scared of my aura.”

 

“A sensitive one, huh.”

 

“Who knows? Maybe he knows, but is pretending not to.”

 

From the way he was treating the child, Mirania began to piece together the identity of the red-bearded man.

 

The heat-resistant lizard suit that Chera had made. He was from the fire lizard clan, known for crafting such garments.

 

Renowned for their exceptional regenerative abilities, they were famous for using their bodies to perform healing magic. 

 

Their skills were so effective that they were known for their wealth even a hundred years ago.

 

Even though the world had changed, it seemed their clan’s prosperity remained intact.

 

In any case, as Grecan and Mirania sat close, whispering to each other, the atmosphere became oddly relaxed. The children, who had been tense and wary, gradually loosened their shoulders.

 

One child even mustered the courage to speak up.

 

“Miss Witch, will the Chancellor really leave us alone?”

 

Mirania paused and looked at the child. A small child, hugging their knees was staring intently at her.

 

The same child who had once said they hated the Chancellor.

 

“Why do you ask that?”

 

The child’s delicate face grew somber.

 

“If the Chancellor shows up, he’ll kill us all, right? So… if we’re going to die anyway, what’s the point of healing our wounds?”

 

“…”

 

“The Chancellor…”

 

“Won’t touch you.”

 

Mirania’s confident words made the child, whose eyes were now filled with tears, swallow hard.

 

“Don’t you believe me?”

 

The child’s eyes wavered. Mirania’s gaze shifted to Grecan. He grimaced slightly.

 

When the child’s eyes met his, Grecan’s expression grew visibly uncomfortable.

 

“…Don’t worry.”

 

Reluctantly, Grecan barely moved his lips. His mouth was stiff, as if it would never open again unless Mirania was involved. 

 

It was so awkward that Mirania had to work hard to maintain her serious expression.

 

“R-really?”

 

“Yes. He won’t harm children like you.”

 

The child visibly relaxed. Mirania couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh at the child’s earnest expression.

 

Perhaps it was Grecan’s intimidating aura, which somehow felt threatening even when he said nothing, that made the child trust his words more than hers.

 

Mirania had already noticed that even the teachers at the school, who were somewhat accepting, couldn’t bring themselves to approach Grecan, let alone speak to him warmly. 

 

So, it was no surprise that children were even more wary.

 

Mirania softened her tone.

 

“So don’t worry and rest. It seems like you haven’t slept in a while.”

 

“…I couldn’t sleep.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I was scared… that the Chancellor might come here.”

 

The words caught Mirania off guard.

 

“The royal palace doesn’t like humans gathering like this, so…”

 

The child let out a big yawn, their mouth stretching wide.

 

As the tension eased, the fatigue they had been holding back came rushing in. Children in troubled times grow up too quickly.

 

Mirania stared silently at the child, who was now nodding off, then turned her gaze to Grecan.

 

Grecan was staring straight ahead with an expressionless face.

 

“…You.”

 

“I know.”

 

The immediate reply made Mirania blink in surprise.

 

“What do you mean, you know?”

 

“You were going to ask how I feel, right?”

 

Grecan turned his head to meet Mirania’s eyes. His calm and composed gaze made her stumble over her words for a moment.

 

“How did you know?”

 

Grecan let out a tired laugh.

 

“Because I’ve been thinking about what you might be thinking.”

 

“…”

 

“You’ve been staring at me since earlier.”

 

The corner of Grecan’s stoic mouth curved slightly.

 

“You’re curious about my reaction.”

 

Mirania coughed into her fist, then shifted her gaze to the children being treated and asked,

 

“Well? How do you feel?”

 

“How I feel…”

 

Grecan repeated the words in a subdued voice before answering.

 

“Not great.”

 

“…”

 

“They’re just human children, not even twenty years old. They’ve done nothing wrong.”

 

His tone was dry, devoid of any emotion, as if he were merely stating facts.

 

Mirania, who had been curious about his thoughts, felt a sudden desire to peek into his mind.

 

‘Was this how he felt when he looked at her, frustrated and searching for answers?’

 

Unexpectedly understanding his feelings, the corner of Mirania’s lips twitched upward.

 

“I see.”

 

“If that’s what you wanted me to know.”

 

Their eyes met again.

 

Mirania couldn’t look away from his dark, penetrating gaze.

 

“Not all humans are my enemies. I told you, didn’t I? I’ll help. Likewise, I won’t harm those you bless.”

 

Mirania’s pupils dilated for a moment before her smile deepened.

 

‘Since when did he become so perceptive of my intentions?’

 

Feeling a strange emotion, Mirania absentmindedly fidgeted with her fingers before finally nodding.

 

“…That’s enough.”

 

The skilled fire lizard finished treating the children before long.