His Breeding Obsession Chapter 190

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Mirania grew curious.

 

“Are you planning to strip the forest bare?”

 

Grecan nodded with an innocent expression.

 

Despite the forest’s limited area, Grecan had returned with an armful of food, having scoured every corner.

 

Mirania clicked her tongue, scolding the wasteful youth like a noblewoman.

 

“You should only take what you can eat. The forest is dying. If you don’t leave the roots, it won’t survive.”

 

Grecan looked down at his hands.

 

Vines tied like ropes held rabbits and wild boars, while broad leaves carried an armful of wild berries and bellflowers.

 

Grecan placed the ingredients on a flat rock in the shade.

 

“Don’t worry. We’ll eat it all.”

 

“All of that?”

 

“We need food for the journey. The rest will be smoked and stored. I’m not planning to waste it.”

 

“…”

 

“Really.”

 

Grecan spoke earnestly, but Mirania wasn’t convinced.

 

A hundred years ago, she would have believed him without question.

 

But now, Grecan was capable of the most outrageous acts without batting an eye, making her suspicious.

 

‘He must be thinking he needs to feed us as much as possible.’

 

Just as he could read her thoughts, Mirania now understood Grecan’s thought process and flow.

 

“It’s important for us to eat well, but we mustn’t forget the importance of reviving nature.”

 

Her tone softened as she admonished him, and Grecan rolled his eyes.

 

Grecan knelt lightly before her and looked up. His black hair fell back, and Mirania’s gaze lingered on his shadowed eyes.

 

“Alright. I got carried away this time. In the palace, we don’t eat much… I was excited to travel with you again.”

 

His voice was slightly sullen but calm. Mirania’s lips curved.

 

Honest Grecan, making excuses, was much more pleasant to watch. She gently cupped his warm cheek with her cool hand.

 

Unlike her, his body temperature was high, and his cheek was warm.

 

Grecan’s eyes narrowed contentedly.

 

Grecan’s nature and appearance were undoubtedly wolf-like, but sometimes he acted like a cat, like the feline child they had met before. This was one of those times.

 

Grecan rubbed his cheek against her palm, his eyelids almost closing. His complete trust made her heart flutter.

 

She ran her fingers over his smooth, tanned cheek and slightly bowed her head. Her long silver hair flowed to the side.

 

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A new peace treaty was signed between the two continents.

 

Hakan had died, and his forces had scattered. The Join tribe was never influential enough to govern all beastmen.

 

Hakan’s efforts to cling to Grecan had strengthened the tribe, but with the leader gone, the Join tribe quickly crumbled.

 

[From now on, we will not have a fixed territory.]

 

This was the declaration of the surviving Zoin tribe.

 

The Zoin tribe, already divided into several groups, appointed new leaders for each group and spread across the continent.

 

Grecan, the leaders of the first continent, and the resistance leader Grangel gathered to sign the peace treaty.

 

The two continents were entering a new era.

 

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“I will return to the Black Realm.”

 

Malandor said this as all affairs in the palace were concluded.

 

Mirania left the crystal room to see him off. Grecan followed closely.

 

At the palace entrance, the golden gate shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

 

As Malandor walked out, he suddenly turned back. Mirania watched him, holding her elbows, a gentle smile on her lips.

 

Malandor clenched his lips. He turned to leave but suddenly walked back to her. He quickly closed the distance but stopped short, facing her without coming closer.

 

Mirania didn’t avoid his gaze.

 

In the momentary silence, Grecan suddenly hugged Mirania from behind.

 

“Ah, why are you doing this?”

 

Mirania tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

 

“Suddenly, I feel cold. My body hurts.”

 

“Hasn’t your recovery finished?”

 

“Maybe not.”

 

Worried, she turned to examine Grecan.

 

Meanwhile, Malandor’s view was quite different from Mirania’s. He met Grecan’s gaze, who was pretending to be in pain with drooping eyes.

 

Grecan’s lips twitched. His sharp fangs flashed between his slightly raised lips.

 

But when Mirania looked closely, he weakly blinked his eyes.

 

Malandor was exasperated.

 

“Madman…”

 

“What did you say?”

 

Mirania turned her head. Grecan’s gaze grew fiercer.

 

Malandor felt a sense of emptiness. Though he wanted to provoke Grecan, he didn’t want to stir him further.

 

‘It would only make me feel worse.’

 

He maintained the distance he had set in his mind and met Mirania’s eyes.

 

Her mysterious golden eyes reflected him. Just meeting her gaze warmed his heart.

 

In his life, she was that—a warm ray of light in the dark.

 

His heart ached.

 

“I wanted to make you live and laugh.”

 

“…”

 

“But that impressive role is all taken by that guy.”

 

Malandor smiled bitterly.

 

“A hundred years ago, and now.”

 

“Malandor.”

 

“Don’t say more. I might cry.”

 

Malandor rubbed his eyes with his index finger and grinned.

 

“Take care, Mirania.”

 

His feet blurred into black smoke, and his body disappeared without a trace.

 

Mirania, watching the smoke disperse into the sky, suddenly felt a tightening force and regained her composure.

 

“Let’s go inside, Mirania.”

 

His eyes were anxious. Mirania chuckled and turned her head.

 

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As the resistance, embracing humans, hybrids, and beastmen, organized in the palace, Mirania elegantly sipped tea in a quiet crystal room. With guests.

 

“That’s not it.”

 

Donnie and Donaty glared at each other.

 

“Why not? Lady Mirania, listen. As humans began to expand their power, beastmen became the weaker ones. Some humans cared for them, but many didn’t. If it weren’t for the High Lord, beastmen would still be weak. That’s why I like the High Lord. He did nothing wrong. Am I not right?”

 

Though polite, Donaty’s eyes burned as he looked at Donnie. The two were fiercely debating the High Lord Grecan’s past actions.

 

Donnie, calmer but firm, shook his head.

 

“It’s a matter of perspective. We can’t justify the Chancellor’s destructive actions. Of course, the beastmen’s status improved. But we can think differently. If it weren’t for the Chancellor, couldn’t we have reconciled someday? If people like me, with awareness, emerged.”

 

Though they didn’t shout because of Mirania, Donaty looked ready to argue.

 

Donnie raised his chin as if daring him to refute.

 

Tap—

 

Mirania set down her teacup and spoke, “No. That’s not it.”

 

“Is there a problem with what I said?”

 

Donnie asked cautiously. Mirania rested her chin on her palm and looked out the window.

 

“Do you know what humans who unite groups like the most?”

 

Donnie and Donaty’s eyes met. Donnie spoke carefully, while Donaty blurted out.

 

“Money. Or women?”

 

Donnie gave him a disdainful look.

 

“That applies to some in power.”

 

“Every human I’ve seen was like that.”

 

“You haven’t even seen a hundred humans.”

 

Unable to refute, Donaty glared at Donnie.

 

Mirania’s languid voice flowed.

 

“Actually, I don’t know either.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Even if I live longer, understanding the complex nature of humans is difficult. But if I had to pick one thing.”

 

“…”

 

“It’s setting rules.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“What?”

 

Donnie and Donaty looked at her in confusion.

 

“When numbers grow and life becomes easier, humans create laws. History shows that’s generally the case. Laws are the most effective means to control and change them.”

 

Donaty rolled his eyes, not understanding.

 

“Why? We can live well without them.”

 

Mirania’s lips curled.

 

“Humans are like that. They don’t wish to change without laws.”

 

“That’s…”

 

“Humans have different thoughts, and uniting them is nearly impossible. When it happens, it’s called a miracle.”

 

“…”

 

“So laws are needed. For coexistence and harmony between humans and beastmen, humans need laws.”

 

“Does that mean humans can’t self-correct without force?”

 

Mirania glanced at Donnie at his sullen tone.

 

“Not necessarily. You’re not entirely wrong. When aware people emerge, and many feel the need, that’s when laws are made.”

 

Tap— 

 

Mirania flicked her finger. A silver light danced in the air, forming letters.

 

《Peace Treaty》

 

“With the treaty signed, laws for human and beastmen coexistence will be made. New laws mean a changing world. Humans will change. Even if they repeat mistakes, they’ll seek the right path.”

 

Donnie nodded seriously, and Donaty smiled.

 

‘I may not fully understand, but doesn’t that mean I’m more right than Donnie?’

 

“No, it doesn’t.”

 

“What did I say?”

 

“Your thoughts are written all over your face.”

 

“This…!”

 

Skillfully dodging Donaty’s fist, Donnie checked his watch and stood.

 

“Ah, it’s already this late. I have an appointment with Teacher Wigenia. I should go.”

 

“Where are you going?”

 

Donaty and Donnie looked at each other. This time, they smiled the same way.

 

“The Bridge of Coexistence!”

 

The door burst open. It was Grecan.

 

Donnie stepped back in surprise, while Donaty’s eyes sparkled.

 

Originally afraid of him, Donaty and Donnie now couldn’t even face him after learning he was the Chancellor.

 

Bowing quickly, they ignored the heavy presence as Grecan flew in and lifted Mirania.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“We have somewhere to go.”

 

“Where?”

 

Instead of answering, Grecan smiled mischievously and exited through the window instead of the door.

 

Donaty and Donnie only raised their heads after the heavy presence disappeared.

 

Simultaneously sighing in relief, they exchanged awkward smiles.