His Breeding Obsession Chapter 76

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When Mirania frowned at the painful prickle of energy against her skin, Malandor cleared his throat, gathering his strength.

 

“I’m not going anywhere until I’ve seen your final breath.” said Malandor.

 

“It’s futile.”

 

“Oh, how you never hesitate to say things that make a man swoon.” (Malandor)

 

Malandor laughed weakly, then whispered in a low, raspy voice.

 

“I promised you on our first meeting, remember? That I would be with you until the end. Even if you give up everything else, I will have your last moments, even the final moments of your life.” (Malandor)

 

“…”

 

“Do you understand, Mirania? When you die, I will be by your side, so let’s head back. I don’t want you to spend your last moments in this place.” (Malandor)

 

Climbing into the carriage, Mirania saw Malandor gazing up at her, then turned to stare at Grecan.

 

Grecan was staring at her, his face hard and rigid. It was almost as if he resented her.

 

Mirania did not avert his gaze and pursed her lips.

 

“If you wish to do so, do not interrupt me, Malandor.”

 

“…”

 

“I want the witches to be free of trouble in my lifetime, as well as in my afterlife, and I merely have that end in mind.”

 

With that, Mirania glanced away from the motionless Grecan and ordered the coachman to set off. Soon the carriage was moving with a light vibration.

 

Malandor, having heard Mirania’s words and gotten his answer, fell silent and sat across from her.

 

“Did the gods show you the future? Did they tell you that the witches will be exterminated after you die? Otherwise, I don’t understand your behavior.” (Malandor)

 

“I can’t know that, so I’m doing what I can.”

 

After being pierced through the heart, I never knew how the world went on.

 

Perhaps if I had died, would my heart have cured Alice of her illness?

 

Maybe it would have been no longer associated with the witches.

 

Although I don’t know that, one thing I know for certain is that it would have been chaotic for the witches.

 

When a Great Witch dies unexpectedly, the Witch forest goes into a state of defense.

 

As a result, the newly born Great Witch develops a ferocious and vicious nature.

 

Unfortunately for the witches left behind after her death, the new Great Witch takes a violent approach to ruling the witches.

 

Mirania wished for her peaceful rest, both for herself and as the leader of the witches.

 

“Are you going to leave the wolf boy like that?”

 

Grecan muttered outside, and Mirania closed her eyes as if she couldn’t hear him.

 

“From now on, I shall forge my path.” (Grecan)

 

“I’m sure there was a reason you took him with you?” (Malandor)

 

“… I do not need it anymore.”

 

Malandor glanced at Grecan, who hadn’t followed, then turned back to Mirania with a questioning look in his eyes.

 

“No longer needed?” (Malandor)

 

“Alice has found a new love, and Grecan has no interest in her.”

 

“You’re talking in circles again, making me uneasy.” (Malandor)

 

Not responding to his displeasure, Mirania mumbled to herself.

 

‘Grecan will no longer aim for my heart.’

 

No matter what tricks the world threw at her, it seemed unlikely that Alice would abandon the prince she loved and choose Grecan.

 

Alice’s devotion was so intense that even Mirania, who didn’t even understand the nature of true love, was conscious of it.

 

‘I’m not interested in the harmless Grecan.’

 

Mirania thought soberly, but the memory of how Grecan had stared at her in the palace made her feel uncomfortable.

 

“Are you really going to leave me like this?” 

 

And Malandor’s stomach churned.

 

“If you hated Grecan, why do you sound so disappointed?” (Malandor)

 

“It’s not that I’m disappointed, it’s just that it’s weird… to leave him like this.”

 

“…”

 

“You care about him, even though he’s an obnoxious bastard.” (Malandor)

 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mirania dismissed it shortly.

 

Malandor chuckled as she snapped her mouth shut, and rubbed his temples with his hands.

 

A cool breeze swept through his red hair, ruffling comfortingly.

 

Mirania wrapped her arms more tightly around herself and leaned back against the carriage seat.

 

“Hiyaah!”

 

The carriage began to pick up speed as it left the palace, and with that, the carriage carrying Mirania left Grecan behind.

 

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Grecan stood like a pillar of stone.

 

“Well, Sir Grecan. I’m sure your legs are sore, so I suggest you climb into the carriage at once…”

 

The servant’s words annoyed Grecan, as they had earlier.

 

He mumbled something about being sent by the minister, but no words made it to his ears.

 

Grecan remained silent, staring off into the distance at the entrance to the palace.

 

All he could distantly see was the back of the great carriage carrying Mirania.

 

It seemed as if a carriage pulled by black horses would be here any moment.

 

No, it didn’t seem to be happening.

 

Mirania’s eyes, as she passed him, were not warm, but determined.

 

She would not reverse her decision.

 

And yet, here he stood, waiting for her, desperate for her to come back.

 

Please come back. Please take me back. Tell me you’re not leaving me like this, tell me. Please say you’re sorry for the harsh words, Mirania.

 

With that thought, Grecan stood firm.

 

It was only when the sun had set and the moon had risen that he admitted she wasn’t coming back.

 

The servant, who had been urging him to leave, was already in the carriage.

 

Grecan staggered to his feet. His legs seemed to creak after so long without movement.

 

Sitting in the long wooden chair in the flower garden, Grecan’s expression was blank.

 

There was no focus in his eyes, no expression on his face.

 

His face was as stiff as a wax figure, and he was repeating Mirania’s words in his head.

 

Mirania’s expression, her gaze, the look in her eyes when she said those words. The way her scent was chilling and terrifying. The cruel words that seemed to scrape his skin.

 

[This tiresome relationship will soon be over.]

 

[I don’t have much time left, I’m going to die soon.]

 

[Now go on your way, this is the end of our ill-fated relationship.]

 

Why was it so dreadful, those days that were so fun and joyful to him, were so tiresome and miserable to her? Why? Because I was being a nuisance.

 

I knew she hated being bothered, but I continued to pester and annoy her.

 

Mirania tolerated it all, even when she said it was annoying. Now, that patience has run out.

 

It was his fault for bothering her until she finally said something like that.

 

For a moment, Grecan blamed himself, but then he remembered the frigid air and cold demeanor that had surrounded Mirania, and it became unbearably painful.

 

‘Abandoned. Like I’m not needed.’

 

That was what really bothered him.

 

Mirania had abandoned him without a second thought. As if she didn’t need him. As if she had no qualms about severing their short-lived bond.

 

‘I could never do that.’

 

He could never tell Mirania to leave him, not even in jest, not even empty words.

 

How could she say and do that? Why?

 

‘It hurts.’

 

Grecan frowned, ‘Is it because of Leverianz and Malandor?’

 

A pervasive thought raced through his mind.

 

‘There are so many people around her. Needlessly, irritatingly, crowded.’

 

I only have Milania. My one and only. Absolutely my only Mirania.

 

But not for her.

 

‘There are too many people.’

 

Maybe that’s why she’s trying to throw me away.

 

Because she wouldn’t miss me one bit. She could live without me.

 

It was heartbreaking. It hurt beyond words, like my heart was being shattered, which was more than my short vocabulary could express.

 

A grunt, an actual sound of pain, escaped him.

 

‘… What did she mean by that?’

 

What the hell does it mean to die?

 

Grecan clutched his head in both hands.

 

It couldn’t be, not for someone so young…

 

The sense of abandonment crept up on him a little.

 

If Mirania were to die.

 

Sometimes she would lie, and sometimes she would say outrageous things to fool him, but mostly she spoke the truth. And that look was the truth.

 

She was, in truth, foreseeing the day she would die.

 

‘If Mirania dies.’

 

My head ached like it was going to break. My heart was pounding. This was the worst.

 

If Mirania dies. That meant being forever abandoned.

 

Grecan chewed his lip and muttered to himself. He would stop it, no matter what it took.

 

He would not forgive anyone who stood in his way, even if it meant himself.