His Breeding Obsession Chapter 167 - Jealousy

When Grecan returned to the school after two days, everyone there welcomed him warmly.  

 

‘Since when did these people start liking Grecan so much?’  

 

Mirania shot a bemused look at the children who rushed toward him, cheering.  

 

“Oh, Kan is back!”  

 

Even Wigenia called out in a bright voice.  

 

“Didn’t you say you were going to take care of something important? You’re back early.”  

 

“Important, my foot.”  

 

Mirania let out an involuntary snort.  

 

Wigenia tilted her head, her eyes shadowed with dark circles.  

 

“But you don’t look so good.”  

 

“With so many more people now, there’s just more work to do. That must be why.”  

 

“Tsk tsk, take it easy.”  

 

“I will. But what do you mean by ‘not important’?”  

 

“Well, it’s open to interpretation.”  

 

‘Of course, meeting a woman could be important on a personal level, so it’s not entirely wrong.’  

 

Mirania stared at Wigenia. Maybe this was better for them.  

 

‘Rather than dealing with the leader of their group.’  

 

While she could somewhat understand Grecan’s hatred and desire for revenge against the resistance leader, she thought it was still worth trying to dissuade him. She watched Wigenia, who was oblivious and still beaming, and pondered silently.  

 

If the leader of the resistance, which was still on shaky ground, were to die, it would undoubtedly make things much harder.  

 

Moreover, based on the fragmented information Wigenia had shared about the leader, they didn’t seem to be a bad or foolish person.  

 

[They’re someone with exceptional abilities. They have a great mindset for caring for those in need. They’re fulfilling the role of a leader we can trust and follow.]  

 

According to her, the leader didn’t resemble the Crown Prince Mirania remembered.  

 

Instead, their good manners and ability to handle people well seemed more like the Crown Prince’s father, the former Emperor.  

 

‘I really need to talk to Grecan about this.’  

 

But as soon as she saw Grecan entering the building, the memory of him lying and meeting that woman resurfaced.  

 

Mirania’s mood soured.  

 

The desire to talk to him vanished like a flame extinguished.  

 

Grecan, spotting Mirania, immediately walked over. Mirania stood up coldly.  

 

“Mir…”  

 

Without a word, Mirania walked past him as he smiled at her.  

 

Grecan, turning to watch her retreating figure, was left utterly bewildered.

 

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Mirania lay on the sofa, basking in the sunlight like an old cat, fast asleep.  

 

Grecan sat in the chair beside her, staring intently at her face.  

 

“The weather’s nice today.”  

 

“Perfect for doing laundry, isn’t it?”  

 

Laughter rang out like music across the yard and garden.  

 

With the sky clearing after days of clouds and the sun shining brightly, everyone rushed outside.  

 

Wigenia, who had been eager to do laundry, was bustling about busily.  

 

In contrast to the lively atmosphere, Mirania’s sofa was enveloped in silence.  

 

“Did anything happen while I was gone?”  

 

Mirania, still with her eyes closed, replied, “Other than the bad weather, everything was fine.”  

 

“Then why do you seem upset?”  

 

“What do you mean?”  

 

“You don’t seem to be in a good mood.”  

 

“It’s nothing.”  

 

“Then open your eyes and talk to me.”  

 

Mirania let out a snort.  

 

“I have nothing to say to a liar.”  

 

Grecan’s brow furrowed deeply.  

 

“A liar?”  

 

“…You said you were going to meet the resistance leader, but you were on a date with a woman.”  

 

As soon as she said it, the words felt so absurd that Mirania quickly added, “All the time I spent worrying and trying because of you have gone to waste.”  

 

Mirania sighed. She was digging herself into a hole, but she couldn’t help it. What a pathetic excuse.  

 

Grecan, his face scrunched up so much that one eye was barely visible, fell into thought before finally seeming to understand.  

 

“You saw me that day? That woman is the leader of the snake tribe. I brought her along because she’s skilled at tracking scents. I didn’t lie.”  

 

Mirania recalled the scene where the two had seemed overly intimate.  

 

Hearing his explanation, she thought it might make sense.  

 

Grecan watched Mirania, who was still keeping her lips tightly sealed.  

 

“Are you mad?”  

 

‘…Mad?’  

 

Mirania flinched, expecting to be mocked.  

 

But Grecan, misunderstanding something, spoke seriously, without a hint of mockery or anger.  

 

“I won’t lie to you. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it.”  

 

“…”  

 

“I told you. I won’t do anything you dislike.”  

 

“…”  

 

“So, look at me. I can endure anything else, but I can’t stand you ignoring me.”  

 

Feeling awkward, Mirania quietly opened her eyes.

 

When their eyes met, Grecan gave her a faint smile. It was a mature smile, enough to make her chest tighten.  

 

Mirania, who prided herself on being mentally mature beyond comparison to Grecan due to her thousand years of experience, felt a pang of guilt.

 

‘Jumping to conclusions and scolding him without properly understanding the situation… Even if I’ve lived a long life, I have no excuse. Tsk tsk.’  

 

Mirania coughed awkwardly and averted her gaze.  

 

“Well, lying does erode trust.”  

 

Even as she tried to brush it off, Grecan remained composed, not blaming her at all.  

 

“I won’t do it. I don’t like it when you don’t trust me.”  

 

‘Ugh.’  

 

Mirania inwardly groaned before finally sighing.  

 

“No, this time it’s mostly my fault for jumping to conclusions without hearing you out.”  

 

Mirania reached out her hand. It was an unconscious action, and her hand stopped midway.  

 

Grecan’s eyes widened. Then, smiling, he leaned his head into her hand.  

 

The soft, fluffy hair under her palm felt comforting. Mirania shook her hand left and right, tousling his hair.  

 

Grecan half-closed his eyes. A low, contented laugh escaped his lips. His expression was so endearing that Mirania couldn’t help but laugh. 

 

The sound of her laughter, clear like dewdrops, made Grecan’s shoulders tremble slightly.  

 

Mirania lowered her hand and turned her head to the side.  

 

Wigenia was hanging blankets on the clothesline. Small children were grunting as they helped.  

 

Judging by the number of blankets, it seemed they had taken out all the dirty ones in the school.  

 

‘Why are they doing this now? They could’ve done it when they arrived.’  

 

Mirania clicked her tongue.  

 

‘How foolish.’  

 

Wigenia was usually quite diligent. Before she knew it, Grecan had moved close to the sofa and sat on the floor, looking up at her with wide eyes.

  

Mirania slowly sat up.  

 

“I should go help them.”  

 

Grecan gently pushed her back down.  

 

“I’ll go. You rest.”  

 

Mirania lay back on the sofa, watching blankly as Grecan walked into the yard.  

 

‘I’ve thought this before, but having Grecan around really makes things easier. It wasn’t like this before.’  

 

The so-called troublemaker Grecan.  

 

If he used to exhaust her both physically and mentally in the past, now, a hundred years later, she could at least say that only her mind was tired—though whether that was fortunate or not was debatable.  

 

When Grecan approached, everyone looked surprised at first, but soon their faces lit up with smiles.  

 

‘How strange. He hasn’t been particularly friendly, but just by being less intimidating and teaching them swordsmanship and magic, he’s won their favor. That’s a skill in itself.’

 

Grecan must have offered to help, as Wigenia bowed her head in gratitude and pointed to the wet blankets. Grecan picked one up.  

 

The blanket, which had taken three or four people to handle, was effortlessly unfolded and hung on the clothesline in no time. Wigenia and the children clapped their hands in delight.  

 

The two of them and the children began working together seamlessly to hang the laundry.  

 

The mountain of clothes and blankets quickly halved in size.  

 

As the sun rose to its zenith, the temperature began to climb sharply. With no clouds in the sky, the sunlight reached the ground unimpeded.  

 

The heat became so intense that Mirania moved the sofa into the shade.  

 

Wigenia’s face was drenched in sweat. Watching her, Mirania suddenly remembered something.  

 

‘Mermaids and scorching sunlight aren’t exactly a good match, are they?’  

 

Mermaids, who live in water, naturally avoid dryness and direct sunlight.  

 

Their skin, optimized for damp swamps and water, is particularly vulnerable to the sun, as it dries out easily.  

 

Come to think of it, Wigenia’s already pale complexion had taken on a sickly bluish tint.  

 

Mirania wasn’t the only one who noticed something was wrong. Grecan, who had almost finished hanging the blankets, raised an eyebrow.  

 

“You should go inside and rest.”  

 

“Huh?”  

 

“You look like you’re about to collapse.”  

 

“Really?”  

 

“Yeah. It’s pretty bad.”  

 

“I’ll be fine if I rest later. They say it’s going to rain starting tomorrow, so we need to finish drying the laundry before then.”  

 

Wigenia, holding a laundry basket, swayed unsteadily. Her assurance that she was fine rang hollow as she smiled awkwardly.  

 

“I do feel a bit unwell. I’ll just finish this and…”  

 

The sun beat down mercilessly. Wigenia’s head spun, and she dropped the basket.  

 

Seeing her collapse, Mirania shot up from the sofa.  

 

‘How foolish can she be?’  

 

She was about to run over when Grecan swiftly scooped up the fallen Wigenia.  

 

“There’s a well over there!”  

 

Grecan strode in the direction the children pointed.  

 

‘Grecan helping someone on his own?’  

 

Mirania paused for a moment before following him.  

 

The well was located at the back of the mansion.  

 

By the time Mirania reached the well, Grecan had already laid Wigenia on a flat rock in the shade and was splashing water on her.  

 

When her face was thoroughly damp, Wigenia’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes. 

 

Grecan was right in front of her. Her blue eyes widened.  

 

Perhaps because they were too close, Wigenia’s face turned red.  

 

“I’m causing so much trouble…”