His Breeding Obsession Chapter 191 - Healing Journey

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Grecan traveled for quite a while after leaving the bustling palace, where humans and beastmen were energetically reorganizing. 

 

Mirania had thought they were just going to see the newly planted flowers or trees in the garden, but as the palace gradually disappeared from view, she turned her head to look at Grecan.

 

Grecan glanced at her.  

 

“Why? Are you tired? Should we rest?”  

 

It wasn’t that she was particularly tired, but Mirania nodded anyway.  

 

Soon, Grecan landed by a lakeside in a dense forest.  

 

“The sunlight is quite hot today,” Grecan said, seating Mirania on a rock. 

 

He gently held her ankles with both hands and carefully dipped her feet into the lake.  

 

In the shade created by her hair, he lightly kissed her forehead.  

 

Grecan’s eyes sparkled. He chuckled softly as Mirania whispered,  

 

“You’re so honest. It’s refreshing to see.”  

 

Grecan’s Adam’s apple bobbed roughly.  

 

“This is bad,” he said, his voice dropping a tone lower.  

 

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head.  

 

Grecan looked up at her with a troubled expression.  

 

“My heart feels like it’s about to burst.”  

 

A faint blush rose on Mirania’s translucent cheeks. Though she didn’t tell Grecan, her heart was also racing.  

 

‘Is this because the red flower connects our hearts?’

 

It seemed like their heartbeats and rhythms were synchronizing. She changed the subject.  

 

“I’m hungry.”  

 

“I’ll prepare something. You rest, Mirania.”  

 

Grecan sprang up and began gathering branches to start a fire.  

 

Mirania watched him intently. Noticing his posture seemed uncomfortable, she tilted her head and soon saw the bulge between his legs.

  

Her eyes blinked rapidly, and the blush spread to her temples.  

 

— It’s not just your heart that feels like it’s about to burst…

 

She muttered without realizing it, and Grecan, now holding an armful of branches, looked up.  

 

“What did you say?”  

 

Mirania quickly shook her head.  

 

“Nothing at all.”

 

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Crackle. Thud—

 

The campfire roared to life. Grecan placed two large rocks as chairs near the fire and began humming a soft tune while grilling meat.  

 

Though the melody was unfamiliar, and the hum lacked lyrics, it was oddly captivating.  

 

Mirania swung her feet lightly, creating a gentle breeze to scatter seeds around.  

 

Lately, sowing seeds had become her pastime.  

 

Nature is a vast, complex, and delicate chain of life.  

 

The extinction of even one species accelerates its collapse, and the extinction of plants is particularly dangerous and difficult to recover from.  

 

So, Mirania sowed seeds wherever she went.  

 

Even if nothing changed immediately, each seed planted would someday sprout and bear fruit.  

 

The plants that grew would become food for insects, wild animals, and birds, and the thriving animals would promote the growth of healthy microorganisms.  

 

She hoped that the barren and arid continent would one day regain its former—or even greater—natural abundance.  

 

A faint sense of longing swirled in her golden eyes as she silently sowed seeds for the future.  

 

“Let’s eat, Mirania,” Grecan said, handing her a skewer of perfectly grilled meat.  

 

Mirania stood up, brushed off her seat, and moved closer to him.  

 

Crunch, crunch!

 

Grecan stared intently at Mirania as she ate happily, his gaze slightly dissatisfied.  

 

“Mirania. Are you really only going to eat that?”  

 

At his sulky tone, Mirania looked down at the skewer in her hand.  

 

The wooden skewers he’d sharpened with his intangible sword were studded with raspberries and bellflowers.

 

The skewer he held, on the other hand, was filled with thick meat. The skewer, sharpened by Grecan, was filled with wild berries and bellflowers.  

 

In contrast, Grecan’s skewer was packed with thick cuts of meat.  

 

Clearly, the skewer Grecan had first handed her had also been full of meat, but at some point, Mirania’s skewer had become filled with only plants.  

 

Unaware of Grecan’s intentions, Mirania nodded calmly.  

 

“It’s delicious.”  

 

“You need to eat meat to replenish your energy.”  

 

“I don’t have much need for strength, so I don’t need to eat meat.”  

 

“Your weak body is because of your picky eating.”  

 

Grecan had often been dissatisfied with her food preferences, and it seemed to have gotten worse recently.  

 

Mirania frowned.  

 

‘Such a nag.’

 

“You almost died twice. You need to take care of your body. Try it. It’s delicious.”  

 

Grecan held out his skewer. He had even sprinkled spices to make it more appealing for her.  

 

Mirania looked down at the skewer with a blank expression. The smell of meat wafted up.  

 

“I don’t usually enjoy meat. You should try eating more vegetables. They provide nutrients that meat can’t.”  

 

“You should eat a balanced diet first.”  

 

Mirania, at a loss for words, closed her mouth and then shook her head.  

 

“I ate what you gave me at first.”  

 

“You gave half of it to me. I thought you were feeding me, but now I see you just didn’t want to eat it yourself?”  

 

Grecan’s eyebrows twitched as if he had finally figured out her scheme.  

 

Unable to deny it, Mirania cleared her throat.  

 

“It’s delicious. Try it.”  

 

“I don’t understand how meat can be tasty.”  

 

Frustrated by her refusal, Grecan’s lips twitched. Suddenly, he seemed to have an idea and retracted the skewer.  

 

Mirania thought it was for the best.  

 

The meal resumed quietly. Mirania had a small appetite and didn’t typically talk while eating.  

 

As she carefully picked at a lightly grilled wild berry, Grecan aggressively shoved a large piece of meat into his mouth. His lips twitched.  

 

‘If she doesn’t know the taste of meat, I’ll just have to show her.’

 

He quietly observed his inner self.  

 

After saving Mirania from death, Grecan had looked inside himself dozens of times a day.  

 

Just the thought that his heart was connected to Mirania’s made him happy.  

 

But now, it wasn’t for happiness.  

 

Grecan followed the thread connected to his heart and found a golden door.  

 

This door, which had swallowed Mirania’s pain, had more uses than just that. The door was firmly shut. In this state, it signified disconnection.  

 

‘But once the door starts to open, we can share sensations.’

 

Grecan’s eyes sparkled as he remembered the experiments he had conducted while Mirania slept. He opened the door slightly. 

 

A refreshing energy unique to Mirania seeped through the crack.  

 

Chewing the meat happily, Grecan watched Mirania’s face. Her expression changed strangely as she bit into a bellflower.  

 

“Huh?”  

 

Seeing her puzzled expression as she looked down at the skewer, Grecan pretended not to know.  

 

“What’s wrong?”  

 

“This is strange. Why does the bellflower taste like meat?”  

 

Grecan snickered. Finally realizing something was off, Mirania blinked.  

 

“How is it? Delicious, right? It has to be. The ingredients are fresh, and I even added salt and pepper.”  

 

Mirania glared at him sharply.  

 

“What did you do?”  

 

“It’s the taste of meat that I’m feeling.”  

 

“Grecan!”  

 

“You said you didn’t like meat. I was thinking about how to make it enjoyable for you. Not bad, right?”  

 

Mirania unconsciously licked her lips.  

 

“Here.”  

 

Grecan took the vegetable skewer from Mirania’s dazed hand and replaced it with a meat skewer. Then, he guided it to her mouth with his own hand.  

 

Mirania chewed the meat cautiously, her expression skeptical.  

 

Instead of a bland taste, it was savory and mild.

 

Mirania took another bite. 

 

Grecan smiled contentedly. Mirania continued to chew the meat, now holding the skewer herself without Grecan’s help.  

 

“It’s delicious.”  

 

“They say couples’ tastes grow similar.”  

 

Grecan smirked and chewed on a bellflower from Mirania’s skewer, making a face. Even that taste was shared.  

 

Feeling the bitterness, Mirania let out a soft laugh, finally understanding.  

 

“So you can share sensations like this?”  

 

He just grinned.  

 

Rustle—

 

Mirania ate the meat, while Grecan reluctantly picked at the wild berries on the vegetable skewer, as if he couldn’t bring himself to waste them.  

 

As their peaceful meal neared its end…  

 

Rustle—

 

Grecan was the first to react. Moving like lightning, he immediately stepped in front of Mirania.  

 

Whoosh, Rustle—

 

His cold gaze pierced through the seemingly empty thicket. The sound grew faster and closer.  

 

Swish!

  

A tiger with sagging skin emerged, pushing through the leafy branches.

 

The old, emaciated tiger, with hollow eyes, tensed its front legs upon seeing Grecan, but its yellow eyes were fixed on the meat by the campfire.  

 

Its gaze, almost crazed, seemed to have forgotten even to be wary of Grecan.  

 

It was clearly an old and hungry tiger.  

 

Grecan’s eyebrows arched.  

 

“What are you?”  

 

The tiger, which had been entranced and stepping forward, flinched at Grecan’s sharp aura and retreated.  

 

It seemed to have been driven down from the mountains by younger tigers. Its black fur was dull and lacked luster, its whiskers unevenly sharp, and its ears drooped.  

 

Though its eyes showed some cunning, it was too timid to try anything.  

 

“If that’s leftover meat, could I have some? *Cough, cough.* I’m very hungry.”  

 

The tiger was quick-witted—clearly a beastman.  

 

Grecan looked the tiger over with dissatisfaction. He expanded his senses but found no other beasts hiding nearby.  

 

“Why should I…”  

 

About to coldly refuse and chase the tiger away, Grecan glanced at Mirania, who remained silent.  

 

‘What would she do?’ No, it was more like, ‘What should I do to make Mirania happy?’

 

As always, Grecan’s thoughts revolved around Mirania.  

 

His deliberation was brief. He tore off a piece of meat from his skewer and tossed it to the tiger. The meat didn’t even touch the grass.

  

Snap!

  

The tiger leaped into the air, snatching the meat and chewing it voraciously.  

 

It took no time at all for the meat to disappear.  

 

“You must have been very hungry,” Mirania remarked.  

 

The tiger, having quickly devoured the meat, licked its lips regretfully.  

 

“Yes. Cough, cough. I’ve only eaten one rabbit in the past week. As you know, the beasts around here are scarce, and even if there are any, they’re too clever for an old tiger like me to catch. Cough, cough!”

 

After saying this, the tiger rolled its eyes. It was still hungry.  

 

“There’s plenty of meat. Eat enough to fill your stomach.”  

 

At Grecan’s generous words, the tiger’s expression brightened, but it hesitated, still wary of Grecan.  

 

Grecan shrugged, “I was planning to smoke and store the meat, but… since Mirania allowed it. Go ahead.”  

 

With Grecan’s permission, the tiger had no more reservations.  

 

It dashed toward the campfire like an arrow, nearly hitting its head on the fire if not for Grecan’s foot blocking it.  

 

The tiger bowed its head in thanks and shoved the hot meat into its mouth without hesitation.  

 

Though in beast form, it used its front paws quite naturally.  

 

It didn’t transform into a humanoid shape, but its ability to use its limbs like a human suggested it was quite old.