His Breeding Obsession – Chapter 182

Author: Nikss

Despite his dislike for humans, he kept an eye on their movements and brought her news. Because she wished for it.

Mirania cleared her throat and cautiously asked, “Do you still dislike humans now?”

The hatred that occasionally flared toward humans.

Grecan said nothing. He fidgeted with Mirania’s hand, which was looking at him with concern.

By the time their body temperatures had matched, he spoke.

“It’s okay.”

He focused on each fingertip of her hand.

“I’m better now. Enough not to worry. That urge to kill someone, it’s gone now. Mirania, you don’t need to worry. If I ever lose myself to this hatred, you can deal with me however you see fit.”

“…”

“So you don’t have to worry about me ruining this land anymore. What you need to do is take care of yourself. If you can’t, there’ll be no one left to stop me.”

It was the third time. The suggestion that she kill him.

Grecan spoke so casually, but it left her feeling uneasy, and she sighed.

“I don’t want to hear it, so stop. This land mustn’t fall to ruin, but don’t you understand that I’m worried about you too?”

Grecan shifted his gaze to her furrowed brows, his eyes softening.

“And I’ll say it again, in my weakened state, how could I possibly restrain you?”

Mirania, who was about to say, ‘So stop talking about killing or saving me and try to dilute your hatred,’ closed her mouth upon seeing Grecan nod.

“Yeah.”

“…”

“Only you can do it.”

His tone was oddly confident, making it hard to brush off. It bothered her.

“How?”

He only smiled without answering. After a while, Grecan spoke words that weren’t a response.

“I’m so happy right now.”

“…”

“I’m happy enough to die.”

His face radiated the happiness he was feeling. Grecan’s lips curled into a wide smile.

Looking at his face, a sudden sense of admiration crept into her mind.

‘Is it because we kissed? It feels like flower petals are brushing against my chest.’

The atmosphere had grown more intimate, and the dense air settled softly like a blanket.

‘This isn’t a bad feeling. Is this why humans are so persistent about kissing?’

Grecan whispered, “What are you thinking about?”

“Huh?”

Mirania fluttered her long eyelashes, and Grecan tilted his head.

“You were looking at me with strange eyes just now.

“Strange eyes?”

Mirania’s body tensed slightly.

Grecan narrowed his long, smooth eyes into slits and stared at her. He brought her hand, which he had been fidgeting with, to his chest.

Mirania unconsciously looked at her hand resting on his firm chest.

“Look. My heart’s racing. It’s excited…”

The cautious voice was somewhat excited. His excitement seemed to transfer over, and Mirania awkwardly withdrew her hand from him and issued a polite dismissal.

“Now, go on and leave. I’m tired and need to sleep.”

Mirania lay down on the bed, appearing genuinely exhausted. Though her eyes were closed, she could feel Grecan watching her.

Not a single part of their bodies touched, yet it felt as if her entire body was pulsating.

“Rest well, Mirania.”

The bed lightly swayed.

The moment the door closed with a thud, Mirania, who had turned her body away from the door, let out a long breath from between her teeth.

Her heart fluttered, and a sigh escaped.

“I really don’t know how to react.”

It felt like watching a fox wagging its tail, playing tricks.

After exhaling quickly for a few seconds, Mirania rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.

Creak—

Footsteps so careful they were almost inaudible followed.

‘Is that Grecan?’

Mirania, still with her face buried in the bed, listened intently. She turned her head slightly. It wasn’t Grecan.

A small, narrow-shouldered boy was walking cautiously.

A spider clansman from the imperial palace, with a third eye on his forehead, was approaching.

The boy, carrying a silver tray, walked with such seriousness it was unmatched. To anyone watching, it seemed as if he was carrying a precious treasure, not just a dessert

‘Ah, I had asked for hot chocolate.’

She had forgotten because of Grecan.

On the silver tray, the boy carried, was a beautifully colored glass cup filled with hot chocolate.

Mirania sat up, leaning back against the pillow cushion, and watched as the young man slowly approached.

Finally, as he slowly reached the bed, the young man noticed Mirania looking at him and his eyes widened.

Blushing, he respectfully extended the silver tray.

“Lady Mirania, your hot chocolate.”

“Thank you.”

Even with this simple praise, a look of pride filled the young man’s face.

“Today, the chef specially added whipped cream. He said you should taste the smooth flavor, and if you like it, he’ll add whipped cream from now on.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it.”

The appetizing appearance of the hot chocolate and the sweet, rich aroma tickled her nose. Her mouth watered.

Mirania stuck out her tongue to lick her lips.

‘I’m worried I might get addicted.’

She would have to leave this place someday, and when that time came, she might miss this drink.

Leaving the imperial palace. But first, she needed to meet Hakan.

‘In truth, Hakan is the de facto person in charge of the imperial palace. Even if Grangel isn’t pleased, meeting him would help gauge if he’s someone we can work with.’

Mirania pondered deeply as she brought her lips to the pink-tinged colored glass cup.

These overly peaceful days.

Death, impartial to all, comes without warning.

She was reminded of that obvious truth when the smooth drink, with its intensely sweet flavor, numbed her tongue and slid down her throat.

‘Huh?’

Suddenly, a frown creased Mirania’s brow. Reflexively, she covered her mouth.

Gag—

Dark red blood dripped to the floor.

The blood turned black. It was tainted. Soon, her mouth was smeared with a metallic, bloody fluid.

Thump!

Her heart swelled momentarily, then shriveled up.

Just a single sip of hot chocolate. Her hand, no longer under her control, began to tremble uncontrollably.

‘Something that shouldn’t have entered has….’

And it carried an intensely foul energy. Her rational judgment lasted only a moment.

A searing pain, as if her internal organs were burning, shot through her entire body. Her stiffened body leaned forward and soon collapsed to the floor.

The servant, who had instinctively caught the falling colored glass cup, screamed.

“Lady Mirania!”

Crash!

At the same time, as if waiting for this moment, the door burst open.

“You wretch! How dare you commit such an atrocity!”

A Zoin warrior, appearing at just the right moment, drew his sword.

“Mi-Mirania, my lady!”

The servant, oblivious to the warrior’s threatening presence, only cried out for the fallen Mirania.

The Zoin warrior snatched the cup from him and slit his thin neck with the sword he held.

A fountain of blood spurted out. The servant fell, dead, with his eyes wide open. His face, even in death, still showed concern for Mirania.

“Lady Mirania, are you alright?”

A booming voice seeped into her fading senses.

When no response came from her, the warrior’s urgent tone shifted.

“Indeed, as you said, the poison works quickly.”

The warrior, glancing around with sharp eyes, opened the window.

Swoosh~

He poured out the drink from the cup and threw the cup to the floor.

Crash!

After carefully checking the shattered pieces, the Zoin warrior lifted Mirania’s body. His gaze, assessing her condition, was cold and detached.

Gag—

Tears of blood burst from her bloodshot eyes. A horrifying sight.

The warrior’s hand twitched.

In a daze, he pushed her away.

Thud!

Mirania’s body slumped to the floor.

💫

Malandor emerged from the shadows of the Black Realm and crossed the sea.

‘It’s probably nothing. It’s Mirania, after all.’

Yet, his pace kept quickening. His aura was akin to a deadly poison to living beings.

If a disloyal subordinate had poisoned Grecan, it would have been better. But if she happened to be near him.

Even a single drop would be fatal to her.

No matter how fast he went, his anxiety didn’t subside. Upon arriving on the second continent, Malandor began leaping through space.

Though it drained his magic and stamina, he didn’t hesitate.

[When do you think I’ll die?]

[You’re talking about death right after coming back alive? Really, Mirania, you…]

[It’s not that I’m being pessimistic. I’ve never heard or seen anything like this. In a way, I’m a body that has escaped the world’s causality. I’ve strayed from a predetermined lifespan, and I still don’t know why. So, isn’t it natural to wonder how it will end? You’ve also lived a long time. I’m curious about your opinion.]

[Honestly, I’ve never seen anything like this either. But your death might be related to the reason you’ve escaped causality. If that reason disappears, wouldn’t you then face death?]

Why was that conversation coming to mind now?

Flowers from a tree barely rooted in the newly hardened ground brushed past him as he sped by.

Focusing on the distant golden imperial palace, Malandor roughly leaped through space. The remaining distance shrank rapidly.

‘Mirania, please be safe.’

Facing the firmly closed main gate, Malandor took a big leap and vaulted over it.

Landing inside, he noticed the atmosphere was chaotic.

An ominous energy lingered. His face hardened.

“Hurry, hurry!”

“Medic!”

“This way!”

Several servants were running towards one place. It was the central palace, towering above the many others in the imperial grounds.

Seeing elderly humans in fluttering white robes rushing frantically, Malandor unconsciously moved his legs.