His Breeding Obsession - Chapter 65

Mirania couldn’t do anything that could have a profound impact on the second continent.

 

This was an unwritten rule of the continent that no one could break.

 

Unless one would break the oath, but I didn’t have to risk it.

 

‘I would not recommend acting dangerously in the presence of the emperor, the head of humans.’

 

The goal was to cure Alice’s witch disease.

 

If that happens, Leverianz and Grecan would have zero opportunity to break my heart, and I ought to be able to foster peace in the future by saving Alice, whom the world needed.

 

However, Alice’s treatment was not always possible.

 

‘Just before I go to my eternal rest.’

 

That’s the right time to treat Alice.

 

The most crucial aspect of this plan, which lasted over ten years, was timing.

 

Now that I don’t know precisely when the eternal sleep would be, I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, since I didn’t know what variables would be involved.

 

‘Firstly, I need to meet Alice.’

 

I glanced at Grecan, and he smiled as our eyes met.

 

The idea of Grecan’s naive face meeting Alice, and falling in love with her, and that he might reveal his claws, made Mirania very distraught.

 

“What’s the matter?” asked Grecan.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Mirania, your gaze feels strange,” said Grecan.

 

As Grecan tilted his head, Mirania stroked his black, fluffy hair.

 

Grecan looked puzzled but rubbed his head on her palm in a good mood.

 

“I just thought. I wish you could be this good until the end,” said Mirania.

 

Grecan, who blinked, grabbed Mirania’s wrist.

 

Mirania stared blankly at Grecan’s large hand, which wrapped her wrist in one hand. And when she looked into Grecan’s eyes.

 

Grecan smiled slightly and said, “Yes, I’ll always be good, as I am.”

 

A low voice, with a slight growl, reverberated softly.

 

Mirania laughed. It was the moment she was about to answer him and say, ‘good boy.’ 

 

Rattling!

 

The carriage stopped unnaturally. Cosa poked her head out of the window.

 

“What happened?”

 

“There is a carriage that stopped in front. A wheel must have fallen out of the pit. I have to tell them to get out of the way!”

 

Mirania stuck her head out of her window.

 

Cosa walked up to the coachman in front.

 

Cosa’s face shone due to surprise when the coachman said something with an anxious expression.

 

“What is it?”

 

Before long, Cosa’s face had turned as red as a tomato.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Oh, the carriage wheel fell into the pit.”

 

“But why are you so surprised?”

 

“Eh, in the carriage, in the carriage…!”

 

Cosa, whose lips were quivering with a soulless face, spat out her last words as if in a sigh.

 

“His Majesty is there.”

 

“Is it a delay?” Mirania asked indifferently.

 

Cosa’s eyes widened, perhaps as she thought Mirania would be surprised.

 

“Mirania is really calm. No, it’s not the right time for this. I think we need to help the carriage right away. Grecan, can you help? I don’t think I can do it on my own!”

 

As if out of shock, Grecan looked at Mirania at the words of Cosa, who made a fuss about outside.

 

In response, Cosa naturally stared at Mirania.

 

Mirania glanced at the carriage in front of which the knights clung, and nodded.

 

“We need to clean that up, so we can move.”

 

As soon as she finished speaking, Grecan jumped out of the carriage.

 

Cosa blinked at Grecan’s swift movement, which was like a stone, and then followed Grecan as he walked to the carriage.

 

“Knights, we will help you too!” shouted Cosa.

 

The sweaty knight glanced at Cosa and Grecan and roughly replied, “Oh, thank you for your kindness.”

 

Two passers-by appeared in a carriage that did not move, even though several knights were fixing it.

 

“We can’t. I’m asking the Imperial Palace for help…”

 

Afterward, the knight sighed soon, his eyes rounded looking at the carriage.

 

When he turned and gazed to the side, he saw Grecan holding the carriage, and his jaw dropped.

 

Without much effort, Grecan pulled the carriage out of the pit and set it down on the ground.

 

The knights clinging to the carriage were wide-eyed with astonishment.

 

“Uh, how…”

 

After returning the carriage to its place, Grecan turned around and walked away immediately.

 

The knight, who knew he would say something, came to his senses and chased Grecan.

 

The knight asks politely, “Where are you from?”

 

Grecan didn’t know the meaning of the question, so he only raised his eyebrow.

 

“Thank you for helping us in our troubled times. If you are a wizard or a swordsman who has reached the state, please tell me your full name. I will definitely pay you back.”

 

“There is no such thing.”

 

Compared to Grecan, who answered briefly, Cosa, who was next to him, stamped her feet and with her lips trembling.

 

‘It’s the knight of the Empress, Lord Grecan!’ Cosa cried inwardly.

 

The opportunity to reach the Empress was something that Cosa could not buy even for a thousand gold from her point of view, the empress was the top tier.

 

When Grecan tried to let it go as it was, Cosa seemed to die of regret.

 

As Grecan was about to pass the knight looking annoyed, a high-pitched female voice came from the carriage.

 

“Lord Lest, why have you not departed?”

 

The knight approached the carriage at once and bowed his head.

 

“Yes, Your Majesty. A man passing by helped me. Even though we were all pulling it, we couldn’t lift the carriage, but the man lifted it with one hand.”

 

Swoosh– The curtains were lifted, revealing a face inside the carriage.

 

She intended to see Grecan, but Grecan was already taking his stride.

 

Cosa was taken aback by the knight who was reporting to the Empress. Cosa seeing her face came to her senses.

 

Returning to the carriage with a disinterested face, Grecan frowned as Cosa grabbed his forearm.

 

With a pale face, Cosa whispered quickly, “Where are you going? We have to greet her.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because Her Majesty the Empress is waiting for you.”

 

“So what?”

 

“Wha—, I told you it’s because she’s the Empress?”

 

Cosa, devastated by Grecan’s ‘What can I do’ look in his eyes, raised her chin as it fell at the sound of a voice coming from behind.

 

“You don’t seem to be an ordinary person, but thank you… But you must be busy on your way?”

 

When Cosa wouldn’t let go, Grecan pulled out his hand irritably and looked back.

 

In the past, the Empress possessed a beautiful appearance befitting her reputation for captivating her Emperor in an instant.

 

Her upturned blonde hair and blue eyes had the typical beauty traits admired by aristocrats.

 

However, unlike her beautiful appearance, her eyes were cold, and the corners of her mouth as she smiled exuded a blade-like atmosphere.

 

“Hmm.”

 

Mirania, who was checking the situation through the window, tilted her head, examining the Empress’ face.

 

When I heard from the Prime Minister 15 years ago, the old Emperor met a young woman and was fascinated.

 

But now I see that the poor young flower didn’t meet the powerful man of the imperial palace and broke weakly.

 

It was not a fragile flower that could be swayed by a single wind, but a strong flower with steel-like thorns.

 

‘A complicated picture can be drawn just by looking at her.’

 

A fight over the throne over the Emperor, Crown Prince, and the Empress.

 

‘It’s going to be in a stormy wind.’

 

Of course, this has nothing to do with Mirania.

 

Ignoring the Empress’ words, Grecan returned with his eyes bent to a crescent shape, looking at Mirania.

 

Cosa, left behind, looked bewildered as she waggled her tail like a puppy.

 

Her eyes darkened at the thought that she was disgraced by the number of guests she had invited for the salon’s revival.

 

“I’m sorry. Your majesty, he’s a foreigner…” said Cosa.

 

The Empress bent down to apologize, but said nothing.

 

Strangely, when she raised her head, she was looking at Grecan and Mirania.

 

The Empress’ blue eyes flashed with interest.

 

Cosa, who held her breath and watched the change in the Empress’ expression, gulped.

 

⚝

 

The Empress’ carriage, whose problems had been resolved, passed ahead, and the carriage with Mirania moved over the time difference.

 

Mirania tilted her head at Cosa, who seemed to be out of her mind, distressed.

 

“Why is your expression like that?”

 

“I was tapping the calculator to see if my choice was right or not.”

 

Cosa, who had been walking around excitedly all the time, looked exhausted for a few minutes.