His Breeding Obsession Chapter 173 - Starting Sowing

Starting, like Sowing a Grain of Wheat

 

A journey without a broom. For Mirania, who found walking bothersome, it was unimaginable.

 

Whether she was traveling to a meeting in neutral territory, visiting the lands of other races, or exploring the second continent, the broom was an essential companion on her journeys.

 

Her previous high-quality broom had been destroyed in a storm, and the low-quality broom she had acquired from Smith’s magical workshop was left behind at the witch’s castle on the first continent.

 

Since then, she had been without a broom, unable to find a replacement before returning to the first continent.

 

For the first time in a long while, and indeed for the first time ever, her journey without a broom was smoother than Mirania had expected.

 

Thanks to none other than Grecan.

 

‘This is more comfortable than a broom.’

 

Mirania, lying in Grecan’s sturdy arms, blinked her eyes. His embrace was so stable and comfortable that she could have slept while flying.

 

The broom was a convenient artifact, but riding it for too long could make her bottom sore, a flaw that Grecan did not have.

 

“Stop for a moment.”

 

She tapped Grecan’s arm, and their speed slowed.

 

“Over there, it looks like they’re farming. Let’s take a closer look.”

 

Grecan, still holding Mirania, landed on a birch tree branch near the farmland.

 

“One human, and what’s that?”

 

Grecan blinked.

 

“A rabbit.”

 

Mirania also saw.

 

An elderly man, looking to be in his fifties, was crouching and hoeing the field. 

 

A rabbit beast man, appearing to be in his late teens with white, pointy ears, was planting seeds in the holes made by the hoe.

 

Their method was simple enough to understand just by watching briefly.

 

The old human man created furrows in the ground with the hoe, the rabbit girl planted the seeds, and the old man covered them again.

 

Their only tool was a single hoe, a primitive method, and it didn’t seem to be going well.

 

Mirania looked around the barren field. The soil was an ominous black.

 

“It’s probably futile to plant seeds here.”

 

“Indeed. Nothing will grow properly in soil covered in ash.”

 

“Some weeds are growing, though.”

 

Grecan nodded. As he said, despite the black soil, plants were growing here and there.

 

Compared to the wasteland where the Ggangchis lived, the pollution level of this land was lower, but still, the crops grown here didn’t seem healthy.

 

“Eating contaminated crops would only stave off hunger. Toxins would accumulate in the body.”

 

As she was about to suggest getting closer, Grecan lifted off first.

 

Mirania looked at him in surprise, and Grecan muttered lazily.

 

“I’m going to help. It’s the right thing to do.”

 

A light laugh escaped Mirania’s lips.

 

“You are a human and a beast man. Why are you farming together?”

 

The old man and the rabbit beast man, who had been focused on planting seeds, were startled and looked around before spotting her in the sky and panicking.

 

“Oh my!”

 

The old man, clutching his chest with both hands, fell back on his buttocks. His eyes, showing signs of cataracts, widened.

 

In the past, they might have thought she was a wizard, but in this world where magic had disappeared, using magic made people look at her as if they had seen a ghost. 

 

Despite their shock, Mirania calmly responded.

 

“I’m not a ghost.”

 

The frail old man finally calmed down.

 

“You haven’t answered my question.”

 

“Y-your question. If it’s a question…”

 

The old man absentmindedly replied and swallowed his saliva with a gulp.

 

The rabbit girl, who was quicker to grasp the situation, timidly squeezed out her voice.

 

“There’s too much work to do alone, so we’re doing it together.”

 

“An idle question deserves an idle answer.”

 

Mirania stroked her chin with her fingers.

 

“But these days, no matter how urgent the work is, it’s rare for humans and beast folk to work together.”

 

Even in the Imperial Capital, it was the same.

 

If it weren’t for her, the Gangchi gang and the Resistance would have had a massive fight, and one side would have completely disappeared from the streets of the Imperial Capital.

 

“Ah, that’s… because this place is far from the Imperial Capital where the Imperial Palace is. Sometimes we do work together. Especially since I lost my family, and there was no one to take me in except for the old man.”

 

“My children left for the Imperial Capital, so I feel lonely too…”

 

“It’s not just us. Over there, an old couple from both races are farming wheat.”

 

‘So, it seems those who have been marginalized have come together.’

 

Mirania stroked her chin a couple more times, then lowered her hand and smiled warmly at the old man and the rabbit girl, who were looking at her with uneasy eyes.

 

“It looks good, so I’ll help you.”

 

“…Huh?”

 

Even though they had been told she wasn’t a ghost, they still seemed uneasy, as their shoulders were hunched up, and their eyes widened like full moons.

 

Grecan held her close. He supported her with one hand under her thigh and pulled her into an embrace, but Mirania felt extremely awkward in this position and let out a few forced coughs.

 

‘He’s holding me like a child.’

 

Grecan extended his other hand toward the farmland, and she swallowed her discontent.

 

Grecan made a gesture with his palm toward the ends of the farmland.

 

The same thing as before happened. The black soil rolled up like a ball and disappeared following Grecan’s gesture.

 

The sight was so miraculous that the old man’s mouth hung open, and the rabbit girl grabbed her upright ears with both hands.

 

“Has the farming been going well so far?”

 

“Huh? Ah, yes. So-so.”

 

“You’ve planted various things, but are you harvesting enough to eat?”

 

“Barely enough to eat…”

 

“But even if you eat, you must feel bloated, right?”

 

As if it were accurate, the rabbit girl’s eyes widened, and she glanced at the old man.

 

The old man, who had quietly closed his gaping mouth, nodded, and the rabbit girl replied softly.

 

“Y-yes. I even eat regular weeds, but even if I eat, I don’t gain weight, and my head hurts. But since there’s nothing else to eat, we have no choice but to farm.”

 

Looking alternately at the skinny old man and the equally thin rabbit girl, Mirania suddenly thrust out her fist.

 

“Huh?”

 

The rabbit girl looked up at her with eyes that didn’t understand the meaning.

 

“The land has been purified. Plant new seeds. If you grow them well, these seeds will fill your bellies.”

 

Mirania turned her fist over and opened her fingers. Her palm was filled with white wheat grains.

 

“This is my gift. These seeds, imbued with my energy, will grow faster and stronger than ordinary seeds. If you nurture them with care, you’ll be able to make bread within a few days.”

 

The rabbit girl carefully took the wheat grains from her.

 

Mirania smiled warmly at the girl, who held the precious grains in her tiny hands.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Grecan firmly held Mirania and left the spot.

 

As the rabbit girl had said, more than a few people were living like them.

 

Mirania and Grecan roamed around, driving out the toxins from the polluted land and distributing new seeds.

 

As the beast folk and humans carefully planted the seeds and nurtured them with devotion, sprouts began to grow vigorously within less than a week.

 

The once barren, crimson soil was now filled with lush green sprouts. 

 

People’s faces brightened, and their hands, tilling the land and sowing seeds, were filled with enthusiasm.  

 

Naturally, people began to wonder about Mirania and Grecan’s true identities.  

 

The rumors spreading from mouth-to-mouth were based on the words she had left behind.  

 

[Remember the name Milgram. Soon, all will unite under the name of Milgram, fighting no more.]  

 

In a world where gods could no longer wield their power, there were still those who longed to rely on an absolute being, if only to find hope in these difficult times.  

 

They treated Mirania’s words like a prophecy, murmuring ‘Milgram’ as if it were a mantra.  

 

The name Milgram, spreading from the mouths of the poor and marginalized, eventually reached the ears of Resistance members who sought to help people beyond the Imperial Capital.  

 

Despite wandering through harsh lands, the agents, relying on rumors, never stopped moving. One of them, with a haggard face, pointed somewhere with his finger.  

 

“Ah! Isn’t that her?”  

 

Their eyes met with a nod. Two half-breeds and three humans—five agents in total—dashed across the crimson soil.  

 

“This land’s toxins have taken root deep within. Planting seeds now won’t be effective. It’s best to wait three days before sowing.”  

 

“Witch Lady?”  

 

Mirania, who had been distributing seeds to families struggling to find food, turned her head.  

 

The agents’ eyes sparkled. Mirania tilted her head curiously.  

 

“Your faces seem familiar somehow?”  

 

“I’m Sogari from the Gangchi gang.”  

 

“I’m Dodully.”  

 

“And I’m Ray, a student of Professor Horus.”  

 

As Mirania’s expression softened, the Resistance members realized she recognized them and broke into wide smiles.  

 

Meeting the rumored noble figure made all their hardships feel worth it.  

 

The rumored noble. The Life Mage. And…  

 

Just as they were about to greet Grecan, they caught a glimpse of his indifferent, piercing eyes and quickly averted their gazes.  

 

‘That’s the witch’s mad guardian, said to be more ruthless than the Hound of Hell…’  

 

By the time Mirania was called the Life Mage, Grecan, who always accompanied her, had also earned a title.  

 

The culprit behind it was Minella.

 

💫

 

The group moved to the riverside. 

 

A cool breeze blew. During their break, while eating rations, Ray spoke up.  

 

“Back then, we used to move around wearing Milgram hoods.”  

 

Mirania glanced at their empty foreheads. Ray rubbed his forehead awkwardly.  

 

“We were wearing them until we arrived at this village… But we happened to run into the Zoin tribe’s sky army and had to flee. Those guys are capturing anyone they see with the name Milgram. We took them off to avoid being caught, but here they are.”  

 

He pulled out a crumpled hood from his pocket. The others also retrieved long pieces of fabric from their pockets.