His Breeding Obsession Chapter 169 - The Resistance

Grecan seemed to pop out of the ground, his dark eyes fixed on her.  

 

“Why are you so surprised?”  

 

“You jump out like a ghost—how could I not be startled? Didn’t you say you had business to attend to? Is it all done?”  

 

Grecan nodded. Then, he slid his hand under Mirania’s knees and lifted her effortlessly. Mirania’s eyes widened.  

 

“Kan, when did you… What are you doing?”  

 

Minella, carrying a chair in each hand, frowned as she spotted them.  

 

The teachers following her also blinked in surprise at the sight of Grecan and Mirania.  

 

Mirania felt incredibly awkward. She tapped his shoulder, signaling him to put her down, but Grecan only held her closer and grinned.  

 

“We’re moving too.”  

 

“Huh? Where to?”  

 

Ignoring the follow-up question, Grecan stomped the ground. 

 

With just one light leap, he landed on the stone wall of the mansion. His movements were light and swift, as if Mirania’s weight in his arms was nothing.  

 

Mirania, cradled in Grecan’s embrace, watched the world spin by.  

 

In the distance, she could see the teachers gaping. She gave up on stopping Grecan and simply waved at them.  

 

Meanwhile, on the ground.  

 

The remaining members of Gangchi’s gang and the schoolteachers watched the two disappear, feeling an inexplicable sense of defeat.  

 

Minella shook her head.  

 

“Wow, they’re really making a scene with their romance.”  

 

“Huh? Romance?”  

 

Donnie, who had quietly approached, looked shocked.  

 

“Yeah, aren’t they dating?”  

 

“Miss Witch never said anything like that…”  

 

“Well, she wouldn’t say it outright… But why are you so worked up, Donnie?”  

 

Minella gave Donnie a curious look. When he floundered for words, she clicked her tongue and patted his shoulder.  

 

“First loves usually don’t work out, you know.”  

 

“It’s not a first love! How could Miss Witch… Never mind. I’ll go back to work.”  

 

Donnie turned away sharply, but no one missed the way the corners of his eyes drooped.  

 

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Mirania rested her hand awkwardly on Grecan’s solid shoulder.  

 

Having spent her life riding broomsticks, flying through the air wasn’t unfamiliar, but being carried by someone else was awkward.  

 

“Mirania, you need to eat more. You’re too light.”  

 

“What are you talking about? I’ve been eating plenty. Are you trying to make me burst?”  

 

“Haha, you’re such a drama queen.”  

 

“A drama queen? You little…”  

 

Their trivial banter made the time fly.  

 

Soon, Grecan landed somewhere and set Mirania down.  

 

“This is…”  

 

Mirania looked around. It was a mansion that seemed to perfectly recreate the appearance of a noble family’s home from a hundred years ago.  

 

Ivy clung to the neat stone walls, adding a touch of antiquity, and the red-bricked mansion was large and tidy.  

 

The surroundings felt oddly familiar.  

 

Mirania, sensing déjà vu, racked her memory. 

 

Soon, her lips parted slightly, “Isn’t this… the house the human chancellor gave us a hundred years ago?”  

 

“That’s right.”  

 

Grecan stepped closer and wrapped his arm around her waist.  

 

When Mirania turned her head, he grinned brightly. Her flustered expression made her swallow the words she was about to say.  

 

Holding her close, Grecan led her through the courtyard and garden toward the mansion. The large iron gates opened naturally.  

 

“This is the house the chancellor gave us back then. I’ve been preparing it in a hurry, but it’s not bad, right?”  

 

“Why here all of a sudden?”  

 

“The school’s too cramped. I wasn’t happy with all those men crowding the place anyway. Let’s live here, Mirania. We don’t have to go back to the imperial palace.”  

 

As Grecan spoke cheerfully, Mirania looked around the interior.  

 

It didn’t seem like the preparations had been rushed—the mansion was fully furnished.  

 

The sofa, decorations, dining table, chairs—all the furniture was top-notch, and the place was spotless.  

 

When they entered the bedroom on the second floor, there was a soft bed fit for the imperial palace. Grecan gently placed Mirania on the bed.  

 

The plush sensation made Mirania’s expression soften. Grecan chuckled and sat beside her.  

 

“Let’s live here, Mirania.”  

 

“Living here isn’t bad, but… why are you so excited?”  

 

Grecan raised a hand to touch his face. The corner of his mouth, not fully hidden by his fingers, curled up.  

 

“Do I look excited?”  

 

“Should I get you a mirror?”  

 

“Well…”

 

Grecan’s cheeks flushed a peach-like pink.  

 

“It’s like a newlywed house.”  

 

Mirania blinked.  

 

“What?”  

 

“I had fun decorating this place. It felt exciting, thinking it’s the house where just the two of us would live.”  

 

Grecan smiled shyly, touching the corner of his mouth.  

 

“It’s definitely a newlywed house.”  

 

“…”  

 

“Why are you looking at me like that?”  

 

“I don’t know what to say.”  

 

“You don’t have to say anything. That expression is enough.”  

 

“My expression?”  

 

“It’s enough that you don’t dislike it.”  

 

Grecan’s beaming, proud, and happy face made Mirania hold back her retort, ‘Since when do you know my expressions so well?’  

 

When Mirania fell silent, Grecan grew even happier. She realized, belatedly, that she had ended up accepting Grecan’s idea of a “newlywed house.”  

 

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The next day, Horus, and the schoolteachers came looking for Mirania and Grecan.  

 

“We wondered where you’d gone. We’ve been searching for a while.”  

 

Wigenia, seated in the mansion’s parlor, wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked around in amazement.  

 

“I didn’t know a place like this existed.”  

 

Horus, too, was surprised by the interior of the mansion, which was not just well-kept but excessively grand.  

 

Minella and Truke’s eyes sparkled. 

 

Grecan spoke arrogantly, “If you’re thinking of settling here, don’t even dream about it.”  

 

His stern warning, mixed with a low growl, made the two flinch.  

 

“So stingy…”  

 

A muttered complaint slipped out quietly.  

 

Mirania stared at Horus.  

 

“By the way, why have you come?”  

 

Horus, who had been distracted by the house tour, cleared his throat. His expression turned serious, as if the earlier moment had never happened.  

 

“I’ve come to discuss something important. The rest of you, please leave.”  

 

Horus glanced around and signaled to Minella, who nodded and stood up.  

 

Wigenia, Derrick, and the other teachers also left the parlor.  

 

Once only the three of them remained, Horus began.  

 

“Do you know why I’ve been absent so often lately?”  

 

“I have no idea.”  

 

“It’s because of frequent meetings with the higher-ups. The agenda was about you.”  

 

Mirania pointed at herself. Horus nodded.  

 

“Establishing Milgram was too big a task for me to handle alone. I had no choice but to discuss it with the higher-ups.”  

 

“I thought they were tolerating it because it was easy to follow.”  

 

“That’s true for me, but I couldn’t ignore the opinions of my other colleagues. No matter how good the intentions are, if one branch of an organization grows unchecked, it can disrupt the overall flow.”

 

Mirania let out a soft chuckle.  

 

“So, have you reached a conclusion?”  

 

“Yes. I’ve come to inform you of the meeting’s outcome.”  

 

Horus nodded, his eyes darkening.  

 

Mirania exchanged an intrigued glance with him.  

 

After taking a deep breath, Horus spoke quickly, “We’d like to formally invite you to join the Resistance.   

 

“I decline.”  

 

Unlike Horus, who had treated the matter with grave seriousness, Mirania refused without a second of hesitation.  

 

Horus couldn’t hide his flustered expression.  

 

“If you don’t join, we can’t be sure you’re truly on our side. If we accept you as one of us, only for you to side with the beast folk…”  

 

Mirania chuckled lightly.  

 

“That’s an illogical concern.”  

 

“Why do you say that?”  

 

“If I were on the beast folk’s side, I wouldn’t have helped you in the first place, so that’s dismissed. I helped you out of personal guilt, nothing more. To be precise, I’m not fully on your side or the beast folk’s. I simply want a world where it’s easier to live.”  

 

Horus stared at Mirania for a moment before letting out a deep sigh.  

 

“I understand for now. But the higher-ups are very interested in you. It’s good for you to know that.”  

 

“That sounds like this isn’t the end of it.”  

 

“You’re not wrong.”  

 

As Horus and his group left, Mirania fell into thought.  

 

“What do you think?”  

 

“You’ve already declined. Do you need my opinion?”  

 

“Yes.”  

 

Grecan smiled faintly, pleased by her response, then glanced at the spot where Horus had stood.  

 

His expression, unlike moments ago, had cooled significantly.  

 

“I still don’t fully trust humans.”  

 

Mirania responded with what sounded like a sigh.  

 

“Is that so?”  

 

“I have no intention of stopping them from rebuilding their home. But trusting them is a separate issue. They’re too cunning and skilled at harming others.”  

 

Grecan’s hatred for humans ran deep, far beyond what a mere century could measure.  

 

‘I can’t ask Grecan to change his feelings.’

 

She placed her hand on the back of Grecan’s hand, which rested on the table.  

 

Startled, Grecan glanced at her hand before flipping his over to interlock their fingers.  

 

“I’ve said it before. Humans have as many strengths as they do flaws.”  

 

“…”  

 

“You hate humans because of me. But I don’t hate them. Keep that in mind.”  

 

Grecan gently stroked Mirania’s fingers with his thumb, then tightened his grip on her hand.  

 

With a somewhat softened expression, he whispered tenderly.  

 

“I’ll keep that in mind.”