His Breeding Obsession - Chapter 62

As soon as he tried to embrace Mirania a little closer, a strong force struck his arm and knocked him away from Mirania.

 

Grecan pushed Mallandor away bluntly and took Mirania’s side.

 

“Don’t ask Mirania, Malandor.”

 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to ask questions. But Grecan meant that he didn’t want Malandor to smear all of his skin and scent on Mirania, which he could tell from Grecan’s action of knocking Malandor’s arm off.

 

Malandor, pushed by Grecan, stared blankly at him as he embraced Mirania.

 

He looked smiling, but his eyes were cold.

 

“Sometimes you make me speechless.”

 

“…”

 

“Firstly, that…”

 

Malandor frowned and pointed at Grecan’s arm as he hugged Mirania as if pointing at something dirty.

 

“Do you think Mirania is yours?”

 

Malandor’s voice was bleak, like a haze of hell.

 

Mirania looked down at her tingling arm. The energy leaking out of Malandor was pushing away her refreshing energy.

 

Mirania rubbed her arm with her hand, but the feeling didn’t vanish.

 

“I don’t know if I should appease you either, Malandor. There is no need to stand up to Grecan. He just sees me as his mother.”

 

“Mother? Are you serious, Mirania?”

 

When Malandor asked back, bemused, Mirania nodded.

 

“Why is your face like that?”

 

Malandor, with an incomprehensible expression, glanced at Mirania and Grecan, who clung to her like a barnacle.

 

A grumpy light passed through his eyes, but he soon smiled.

 

“No. If Mirania said so, it must be like that.”

 

Grecan was displeased with Malandor’s strange smile as he looked at him, but he couldn’t figure out why, so he only glared at him.

 

His heart throbbed with a bizarre sense of defeat, but he had no words to express his feelings.

 

“I feel bad. I want to fight him, can’t I?”

 

“No, you can’t. Be careful, everyone. Do you think you came here to play?”

 

At the moment Mirania gave a stern admonition, Cosa poked her head through the curtains in the dressing room.

 

“Come here, gentlemen! I’ve picked out all the dresses.”

 

Seeing Cosa’s eyes full of expectations, Mirania was once again engulfed in her doubts about whether this was the right thing to do.

 

The first dress that Cosa handed over was a style in which flowing silver fabric was wrapped around Mirania’s body.

 

“It has a formal and elegant style, and it is a dress that reveals the figure subtly. These days, this style is also popular. What do you think?”

 

Mirania nodded.

 

“Then with this…”

 

Cosa thought she had nothing to expect from Mirania, so she ignored her affirmation and looked at Grecan and Malandor.

 

Sitting on the sofa, they stared at Mirania, and the two opened their mouths.

 

“It’s blindingly beautiful,” said Malandor.

 

“It’s so pretty,” said Grecan.

 

Cosa pulled out another dress proudly.

 

Mirania glanced at the white dress in Cosa’s hand and pointed to the clothes she was wearing before she could explain.

 

“Let’s take this.”

 

Laughing brightly, Cosa shook her head.

 

“No, no. Of course, that’s beautiful, but there’s nothing more precious than wearing one and choosing one!”

 

Mirania stared at Cosa with her hand on her waist.

 

Cosa, who received her gaze, smiled awkwardly.

 

“Please understand, Miss Mirania. My job is to bring out the beauty of my clients as much as possible! It’s not easy to get noticed as a foreigner at a party. Aren’t you supposed to meet Lady Alice?”

 

“What does that have to do with this?” asked Mirania.

 

“It matters.”

 

Mirania raised an eyebrow at Cosa’s convincing words.

 

Cosa whispered in a low voice as if telling a secret.

 

“His Majesty the Emperor likes beautiful women. His Majesty also cares about Lady Alice, so if Lady Mirania establishes a friendship with His Majesty, wouldn’t we be able to set up a place where we can meet together?”

 

Mirania sighed, ‘It is useless. I don’t have the slightest desire to get close to the human emperor.’

 

If I’m found to be the head of the witch family, I might have to face the emperor, asking why I came to the second continent right away.

 

Fortunately, the emperor did not have the ability to distinguish my identity, so if I kept the prime minister’s mouth shut, would never have to face the emperor as the Great Witch.

 

‘Still, I’ll be able to get some help at the party.’

 

Mirania decided to match Cosa’s rhythm a little.

 

“All right.”

 

“Good decision.”

 

“But, three more dresses.”

 

Cosa, who was getting brighter, tilted his head.

 

“Yes?”

 

“I’ll try on only three more dresses.”

 

“Oh, that changes the plan.”

 

Cosa cried.

 

“I’ve prepared 30 dresses for you to try on! I’ll have to fix it right away.  They all look pretty, but what would you choose?”

 

Mirania frowned, looking at Cosa checking her dress with a fuss.

 

“You’re annoying.”

 

Cosa, buried in a dress, spent as much as an hour picking out just three dresses.

 

Mirania accepted the dress as if she had taken it from Cosa with the intention of putting it on quickly and finishing them.

 

“If I had enough time, I would have called a designer to make a dress for you, but it’s a shame. Still, this is the designer’s best work, which won the first prize last year. You don’t envy a pure white bride!”

 

The dress with a slender waist was a shiny white color.

 

When Mirania appeared in a dress, Malandor, who was waiting with his legs crossed, opened his mouth slightly gaping.

 

“… I love it.”

 

Malandor’s startled eyes blazed with his signature bright smile.

 

Mirania in a white dress was embedded in his red eyes.

 

Malandor did not blink an eye, as if he wanted to see her a little longer.

 

“If I had known that this kind of clothes would look good on her, I would have come out to the human world earlier.”

 

“Malandor has a good eye.”

 

Cosa clapped her hands proudly. Mirania shrugged and stared in the mirror.

 

“Then let’s go with this dress.”

 

Then suddenly, Grecan jumped up and took off his top.

 

The sleeves were short, so the sad clothes were peeled off and the muscular upper body with solid copper skin was revealed.

 

Grecan, who rushed undressed, put his clothes on Mirania’s shoulder.

 

“Oh, my!”

 

Cosa covered her mouth.

 

She seemed embarrassed, but the corners of her mouth went up as if he were watching something interesting.

 

“The pervert keeps looking at you. It puts me in a bad mood.”

 

Grecan meticulously covered Mirania’s exposed skin, saying that it would not be possible simply to put it on top.

 

“It’s very romantic, Mr. Grecan. This is in trend these days. Besides, Lady Mirania likes to show off a little like this. It’s a design that young gentlemen especially like?”

 

“I don’t like it.”

 

Grecan’s face crumpled and wrapped his clothes tighter around Mirania.

 

Gleaming black eyes turned to Malandor.

 

“Don’t look, Malandor.”

 

Seeing him snarl, Malandor let out a dumbfounded laugh.

 

That was for a moment, and soon his smile disappeared.

 

“It’s getting more and more annoying.”

 

Malandor, who muttered, glanced down at Mirania, who looked down at her clothes.

 

“You still think of her as a mother, my Mirania?” asked Malandor.

 

Mirania, not hearing his murmur, looked at Cosa.

 

“Hmm, do you have a more demure style of clothing?”

 

“There is, but…”

 

Behind Mirania, Grecan bared his teeth.  Cosa, who was pinched, quickly lowered her tail.

 

“Here, some decent clothes.”

 

Cosa, who entered the dressing room with Mirania to get dressed, glanced at the room where Grecan and Malandor were sitting while serving clothes.

 

“These are very hot-blooded gentlemen.”

 

“Hot-blooded?” Mirania asked back, putting on her dress.

 

“Their jealousy will burn me.”

 

“What do you mean jealousy?”

 

Mirania muttered nonchalantly as if Cosa were saying nonsensical things and left the room with all her clothes on.

 

Cosa nodded vigorously, staring at the back of Mirania as she walked out.

 

“Yes, one thing beauty doesn’t need is sense!”

 

The new second dress was also met with fierce opposition from Grecan. The reason was that Mirania’s arms were too exposed.

 

In conclusion, the dress Mirania would wear to the party became the third dress.

 

Unlike the previous two dresses, the jet-black dress covered the entire body, with a skirt covering the ankles and sleeves reaching up to the wrists.

 

However, it stuck to her shape and showed her body as it was. And from the top of her chest, the thread was made of mesh that stretched out in the form of a spider web, so the skin inside seemed to be visible.

 

Grecan didn’t seem to like that either, but he didn’t say anything about whether it was better than the other two.

 

“Then I’ll go with this dress.”

 

Mirania, who spoke to Cosa, felt a gaze somewhere and turned her head.

 

Grecan was staring at her.

 

Cosa, who had been looking at Grecan, who had already stiffened, asked carefully.

 

“What do you think, Mr. Grecan?”

 

“Pretty.”

 

Grecan grinned. His eyes, shining like a boy, we’re looking at Mirania intently.

 

“It’s gorgeous.”

 

“…”

 

“I have already fainted.”

 

With both eyes wide open, what she said was funny, but strangely, Mirania didn’t laugh.

 

At Grecan’s gaze, which seemed to extend all his nerves to Mirania, stood there and only blinked.