His Breeding Obsession Chapter 70

 

The next day, Mirania was listening to a report about Alice from Chera’s familiar, the yellow canary.

 

{She’s crying.}

 

“Alice is crying?”

 

The canary opened its beak, rubbing its round head against Mirania’s fingers as if it liked being stroked by her.

 

{Please keep petting, Grand Witch.}

 

“Okay.”

 

{Hehe, good, good. Oh, that’s right. The fairy girl is crying, and she keeps crying. She’s crying the whole time.}

 

“Hmm?”

 

Mirania furrowed her brows as she recalled the last time she saw Alice.

 

As the disease had already progressed considerably, her white face became paler, she seemed to be concerned about the emperor’s health.

 

Grecan and Malandor stared at Mirania in agony.

 

“Mirania…”

 

When Grecan called her name sullenly, Malandor, who was taking a bunch of grapes to his mouth and eating one with his lips, burst out laughing.

 

“Mirania, you’re thinking about Alice’s affair, aren’t you?”

 

“We don’t know yet whether it’s a political incident or not.”

 

As Mirania, muttering, rose from her chair, Grekan followed suit, as if he had been waiting.

 

Malandor glanced up, sitting like he was lying in a chair, and smiled mischievously.

 

“It smells like complicated things, why? The prince and Alice don’t have such a relationship. I wonder if there is some kind of contract. Judging by the atmosphere of the situation, wouldn’t it be a contract between the emperor…”

 

Malandor, stretching his words, winked at Mirania.

 

“…and the crown prince?”

 

Mirania turned with a blank face.

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“I guess I should meet Alice.”

 

Mirania was well aware that the current Alice was different from the innocent Alice she had met before.

 

So I have to check.

 

‘What has changed?’

 

And how would that affect the relationships in her past life? Mirania’s thoughts were a mess.

 

Milania stopped in her tracks and glanced at Grecan, who was following her like a baby bird.

 

Grecan tilted his head as if asking why she was looking at him like that.

 

What if the female protagonist stops loving the male protagonist?

 

Mirania came with an answer by looking at Grecan, who smiled brightly, even though didn’t even know why she was looking at him.

 

‘Can we say that fate has changed?’

 

It’s understandable, then, that Grecan’s response to Alice, who had been acting like he would pick stars from the sky, was lukewarm.

 

I haven’t confirmed Leverianz’s response yet, but in this state, it’s not a bad thing.

 

A satisfied smile appeared on Mirania’s lips.

 

Without even knowing why she was smiling, Grecan smiled brighter.

 

‘The day is not far when this tiresome regression will end.’

 

She was walking briskly as she took the last step before the door.

 

The moment both her feet touched the ground, Mirania’s face distorted the moment she grabbed the door knob.

 

A burning pain rose from her heart.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Thick tendons rose on Mirania’s forehead and temples. Her fingers were trembling.

 

When Mirania stopped, the puzzled faces of Grecan and Malandor suddenly hardened.

 

“Mirania. What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

 

Mirania closed her eyes as she listened to the voice calling anxiously.

 

After a while, the heart calmed down like a lie.

 

She held on tightly to the doorknob, and her other hand fumbled near her heart.

 

Although Mirania appeared to be in perfect health, she was experiencing a burning sensation at her fingertips, as though she had become trapped in a fire pit.

 

‘No way.’

 

Grecan was staring anxiously.

 

Mirania casually straightened her back and stroked Grecan’s head.

 

Seeing his hardened face somewhat eased, she glanced sideways.

 

Unlike usual, Malandor was quiet. My eyes met red eyes that seemed sunken.

 

Malandor asked softly, “Does it hurt?”

 

How should I answer him, then nodded in agony. He would only doubt it if I tried to hide it from Malandor, who already knew my end was not far.

 

But Mirania looked so calm that Malando’s face distorted as if angry.

 

“It’s just a signal. It’s no big deal.”

 

It was for both Grecan and Malandor. But she wasn’t as restless as she was.

 

Mirania, who was momentarily nervous as she wondered if she was finally going to her eternal rest, was relieved.

 

Seeing that the pain quickly subsided, it didn’t seem like it won’t happen right now.

 

‘No, not now.’

 

I hoped for eternal sleep but now was not the right time.

 

At the time when her eternal rest approached, Alice had to be in front of her at that time.

 

Even if some circumstances change the love for Alice, her goals do not change.

 

Since she doesn’t know what would happen after she dies, she could at least rest assured that Alice’s illness was cured.

 

“I have a long way to go. Let’s move quickly.”

 

Malandor bit his lips at Mirania’s words.

 

“In this situation, you…”

 

Malandor was furious and was about to spit out his words harshly.

 

Knock, knock–

 

“Are you there?”

 

Mirania raised one hand to signal Malandor to be quiet and opened her door.

 

Outside the door stood a man dressed neatly in a black hat and suit.

 

“Who are you?”

 

I’ve never seen him before. Behind him, there was a four-horse chariot waiting.

 

Mirania checked the carriage with the imperial emblem and gazed at the man.

 

The man bowed with a polite smile.

 

“His Majesty the Emperor has invited you.”

 

“… Me?”

 

How could the emperor know and call her if they never greeted each other face-to-face at the party?

 

Mirania pondered for a moment how to respond to this unexpected call.

 

“I heard about you from the Prime Minister. A master of healing who is good at handling herbs.”

 

“So?”

 

“I would like to ask for your opinion specifically.”

 

As Mirania just stared blankly, the man pointed to the carriage.

 

“Let’s eat first. His Excellency the Prime Minister is waiting.”

 

Mirania moved at the word of the Prime Minister.

 

As we approached the carriage with the imperial family’s emblem engraved on it, the coachman politely opened the door.

 

Thud—

 

As he opened the door and entered, the Prime Minister, who was waiting for her, smiled by moving his wrinkled lips.

 

As soon as Mirania got into the carriage and sat opposite, the carriage set off smoothly.

 

“I heard that you visited a party at the imperial palace.”

 

“That’s what happened.” (Mirania)

 

“I should have told you first and prepared a meeting, but I was a step late.”

 

Mirania was calm as she saw the Prime Minister looking apologetic.

 

Since there was no reaction, the Prime Minister coughed for nothing.

 

“Why is the emperor calling me?” (Mirania)

 

“His Majesty is aware of Mirania’s existence.”

 

“Was it you?” (Mirania)

 

“No, no. I didn’t tell him about you.”

 

The wrinkles of the Prime Minister’s lips, which curled up, were straightened.

 

“His Majesty was already aware of the situation to some extent because of Prince.”

 

“So you called me to find out why I’m here?” (Mirania)

 

“No, It’s not.”

 

Mirania crossed her arms and stared at the Prime Minister.

 

Again, the Prime Minister responded obediently, without twisting his words, as if he had foreseen that he would arouse Mirania’s anger if he spoke indirectly.

 

“It’s not for vigilance or surveillance. He is hoping for Mirania’s help.”

 

“…”

 

“You don’t seem to get it. He heard that Mirania was a master of healing. He needs that ability. His Majesty’s favorite person is currently ill. His Majesty wants Mirania to look after her condition.”

 

“Tsk.” (Mirania)

 

“What?”

 

“Do you have time to waste like that? There are bigger fish to cook.” (Mirania)

 

“…”

 

Mirania lifted her chin, looking at the old and blinking minister.

 

“It doesn’t seem like the emperor has the luxury of taking care of other people’s health instead of taking care of his health first.”

 

Mirania recalled the emperor who wanted the elixir of eternal life 15 years ago.

 

Of course, the most important thing to the emperor was not a medicine to increase lifespan, but an aphrodisiac for happy times with his wife.

 

But since he was in the position of emperor, it would not mean that he did not dream of immortality.

 

Even more so in this situation where his death was not far away.