His Breeding Obsession Chapter 74.2

 

Just slightly, Mirania felt something boiling from inside and sticking to her stomach.

 

“I have never seen a feeling as bizarre as love in my entire life.”  (Mirania)

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Isn’t it love seems so destructive, not taking care of your own body because you are blinded by emotions?”  (Mirania)

 

Mirania thought of Grecan and Leverianz.

 

When she thought of the two people who rushed at her without caring even if they attacked her like that or cut into her flesh, her body trembled.

 

It was that love that made her know of fear, Mirania who had never felt fear in her life.

 

The emperor shook his head and said, “That’s just his way of loving. I hope you don’t have any prejudices, because not all people love like that.”

 

The emperor then glanced at Mirania then added, “I wonder what kind of love someone like you would have.”

 

“It’s a useless curiosity. There will be nothing like that in this lifetime.”

 

Mirania responded bluntly. What kind of way of love was that bastard’s way of love?

 

‘What is so great about love?’

 

Although she had never felt any shortcomings in her life, there was one thing she could not understand.

 

The incomprehensible behavior patterns of beings in love.

 

What makes them do this?

 

The more ignorance she felt, the thirstier she became.

 

Like countless explorers and adventurers who long for unknown, magical worlds.

 

‘He’s being cocky.’

 

Mirania glared at the emperor, who was bothering her with useless words.

 

‘It’s nothing for me to care about.’

 

Getting angry at the emperor was proof that she was conscious of his words. Mirania’s boiling stomach subsided, and she forced her gaze elsewhere.

 

Looking down at the pale-faced Evan, Mirania suddenly recalled Alice.

 

As soon as I tried to bring up her, I heard an urgent step.

 

Flick, I looked back and found Alice running towards us, her eyes filled with nervousness.

 

“Evan!”

 

The frightened emperor caught Alice’s body as it fell forward.

 

“Your Majesty, how is Evan? I think I heard Evan’s voice in my dream. Did he wake up? Did he stand up and talk?”

 

Panting, Alice shifted her gaze in the direction the Emperor’s finger was pointing.

 

The image of Evan lying down was captured in his green eyes, which trembled with anxiety.

 

Mirania unknowingly took a step back.

 

Alice came closer to Evan and nuzzled her nose resting on Evan’s face.

 

Her sharp nose rubbed Evan’s cheek.

 

Alice, who listened to his heart as if to check whether Evan was alive, finally breathed a long, long sigh.

 

A strange feeling spread through Mirania’s heart as she looked at Alice, who seemed truly relieved that the other person was alive.

 

“Was it like this before?”

‘Has it been like this before?’

 

Looking back on the memories of her past life, Alice, who was protected by Grecan and Leverianz, was as delicate and fragile as ever.

 

But now, it seemed like Alice would be able to fight back bravely, even if someone came running in holding a spear knife.

 

What crossed her mind was the emperor’s unique way of loving.

 

‘Alice. Are you saying that your current change is because of that love?’

 

Mirania grabbed Alice’s chin, staring frantically at Evan, and turned it to herself.

 

Alice’s eyes, which were attacked unexpectedly, found Mirania and grew bigger.

 

“If you get better, what will you do?” asked Mirania.

 

Alice couldn’t hide her bewilderment at her straightforward question. She soon responds calmly.

 

“You are the Great Witch. Have you heard from His Majesty the Emperor about me?  Do you know about my illness?”

 

“Just answer the question.” (Mirania)

 

Alice’s eyes shook. Her eyes fell as though to conceal her trembling.

 

The gaze that returned was as firm as it could not be broken.

 

“I will save Evan.” (Alice)

 

“…”

 

Mirania frowned unknowingly. Alice’s words were confusing.

 

It was Milania’s first time looking into Alice’s eyes this close.

 

Clear, transparent green eyes.

 

A sacred vitality was overflowing within her eyes, as if reflecting her origin in the fairy clan.

 

Reflecting that she was a member of the fairies, there was a sacred vitality inside her eyes.

 

“Please help me, Grand Witch.” (Alice)

 

‘A being who will be saved at the cost of my life.’

 

Mirania found the contrast between Alice, who was just blossoming, unlike herself, who had exhausted all her time and was fading away, interesting.

 

“Who told you who I am?”

 

“His Majesty the Emperor told me.” (Alice)

 

“…”

 

“But before he spoke, I already knew.”

 

Mirania, who thought the Prime Minister and the Emperor would have told her, leaned her head toward the answer she added.

 

Alice looked at Mirania with a gentle expression.

 

“Yes, I already knew.” (Alice)

 

“…”

 

“Since a long time ago.” (Alice)

 

Naturally, Mirania thought of Grecan.

 

Grecan said that he saw Alice in his dreams.

 

Unlike Mirania herself remembered all ten regressions, those who returned and met again remembered nothing.

 

But this life, Grecan, has taken a turn for the worse.

 

If, by any chance, even fragmentary memories remain.

 

“Do you know Grecan and Leverianz?”

 

Mirania’s voice trembled slightly. But Alice blinked and shook her head.

 

‘I was wondering just in case, but it was still the same.’

 

Mirania sighed, perhaps disappointed or relieved.

 

“I don’t know who they are.” (Alice)

 

“…”

 

“But I think I know…” (Alice)

 

Mirania squinted, wondering if this was some kind of joke.

 

“Are you trying to play with me?” (Mirania)

 

“I’m not trying to play around. I think the people I’ve seen in my dreams from a long time ago are the people the Great Witch is talking about.”

 

It sounded half-hearted but almost certain. Mirania’s gaze slipped away.

 

When Mirania came out of the secret room, Grecan, who was waiting for her on the way, opened his twinkling eyes.

 

Mirania stared blankly at Grecan, who came running and checked her body as if he were looking for injuries.

 

Alice’s words circled in her head.

 

[I’m not trying to play around. I think the people I’ve seen in my dreams from a long time ago are the people the Great Witch is talking about.]

 

Just a moment ago, Mirania talked with someone about her past life for the first time since she regressed.