His Breeding Obsession

Grecan was persistent. I realized it only then.

‘He doesn’t like Leberianz.’

In my previous lives, there was no way to know if the two of them in their previous lives were on good terms or not because they often ran in cooperation to take my heart.

Looking at them now, I don’t think they would have gotten along well in our past lives.

A question has been solved. ‘Come to think of it, I felt like they were trying to take a prey rather than a companion back then.’

Mirania trembled slightly when she recalled the terrible glare of the two in her previous lives.

As her hands became tense, her body stiffened as she embraced Grecan.

“…?”

Grecan’s eyes narrowed curiously, feeling the pressure from her touch.

“I can’t believe I’m acting as a nanny for my enemies.”

Mirania lamented once more, but there’s nothing she could do to break this tough circle of fate.

Mirania sighed and grabbed the training ball that Grecan spit out.

“It is an order. You can’t touch that coffin, understand?”

The night of obedience flashed and Grecan won’t be able to touch Leberianz.

Mirania was still worried, so she asked again. “Do you get it?”

Grecan rolled his eyes with a displeased expression then nodded.

Nod, nodㅡ

Seeing that he nodded slightly, Mirania tried to play fetch with Grecan, but he sat down.

Mirania glanced at Grecan, feeling reassured she spoke to him innocently. “You’re quite heavy now.”

When did you gain so much weight, now you’re too heavy for me to hold in my arms? At the moment I had no choice but to let go of Grecan.

Whoosh~

Plentiful black hair was sucked in, and the four shaggy legs became the immature limbs of a child.

Looking at Grecan, who suddenly transformed into his human form, Mirania blinked her eyes.

“Why all of a sudden?”

I was confused, but I prepared something for cases like this.

Summoning a large cloth, Mirania wrapped the cloak around Grecan’s lower body. Grecan said nothing. His face was still grumpy.

“What’s the problem?”

Mirania, who wasn’t well accustomed to raising children and had never participated in child-rearing with a young witch, became frustrated with Grecan’s behaviour, expressing dissatisfaction only with his expression.

She eventually sighed, and lifted Grecan and the ball at the same time.

“I don’t know why you feel bad… Let’s go outside and play.”

And before I knew it, throwing and fetching the ball was not a training or penalty in a form of discipline, but a game

Grecan remained silent and petulant.

However, he grabbed Mirania’s arms with both hands.

Before the door closed, Grecan’s bleak gaze reached the black coffin.

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Just as all living things have parents that they gave birth to, Mirania’s parents were witches.

A more correct expression would be an alter ego of a witch.

Witches often came to feel the warmth of the witch tree because it was their home, which was cherished not only by Mirania but by all witches.

It was one of several sacred rituals that the witches held importantly.

“I think I’m exhausted, so I’ll go to the witch’s tree.”

Chera said it was a good idea and welcomed it with applause.

So the outing to the witch tree was decided. Mirania’s companions were Chera and several young witches who were ill.

‘Although it bothered me that Grecan would be left alone.’ Mirania as she thought of Grecan.

As she said the first word.

“You’re taking the wolf to the witch’s guardian tree?”

“I must have heard it wrong, right?”

Unable to overcome Chera’s rumbling, doubting her ears, she left for the witch’s castle.

“Now that he listens well and is calm in his way, wouldn’t it be okay? He’ll follow my orders.”

Before entering the Witch Forest, Mirania glanced at the castle.

The Night of obedience has never disappointed me.

‘But why do I feel so nervous?’

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Meanwhile in the witch castle where Mirania left.

Grecan wandered around the training ground in the form of a wolf. Although he could transform into a human, he was still more familiar with the wolf form.

He was playing with the ball alone, and it wasn’t fun because Mirania didn’t throw it, so he lay flat on the floor.

Roll, roll~

He rolled the ball with his left front foot and caught it with his right front foot. For a long time playing alone, he rolled the ball again with his right front foot again and repeatedly grabbed it with his left front foot.

“Coo, coo!”

Then Bibi passed over Grecan’s head with its wings wide open and Grecan looked up.

Bibi’s shadow instantly darkened his view of sight, but it quickly brightened up. Bibi, with his wings wide open, was leisurely flying towards Mirania’s room.

‘She’s not there.’

A yellow light lit up in Grecan’s head, who had been thinking bitterly, thinking to himself, ‘I just had a good idea.’

Greccan was a wimp and a nuisance to the wolves, but by comparison, he was not bullied much.

The youngest son of the head could never be overlooked by other wolves easily.

A young deadly breed of the wolf tribe.

His tenacious habit of giving back what he once suffered.

A nickname that was created because of the wolves that were hard on him a few times clicked their tongues as he beat them.

Once targeted, the habit of not missing a prey was as good as that of hyenas.

Grecan, who laughed, got up. His slender body quickly disappeared towards the top floor of the castle.

‘That wretched bird, I thought I’d have to fix it someday.’

Grecan was bored loitering around. With a shady plan to play with Bibi, even Mirania who would live telling him the word ‘no‘, Grecan vigorously stormed up the stairs.

Unfortunately for him, because of Bibi, Grecan’s plan did not work.

Because Bibi, who confirmed the absence of Mirania, left with only one jerky Mirania had made in his mouth.

Squeak~

Grecan, who crept open the door, blinked confused at the empty room.

“…”

Even if he turned his head to look around, it was an empty room. Grecan’s expression changed, regretfully.

Grecan, who was about to go down again, hesitated and turned his head. The large black coffin on the wide desk caught his eyes.

“…”

His dark pupils twirled seeing the black coffin.

ㅡ’It’s an order. You must not touch that coffin.’

Mirania’s voice crossed his mind.

Grecan patted the night of obedience, which was frustratingly strangling his neck at discontented submission.

Because of this annoying thing, I couldn’t do as I wanted, and whenever I tried to break the order, I was kneading with pain in my head, and it was very frustrating.

Grecan, who couldn’t do anything anyway because of the order given by Mirania, just wanted to stay in the room, and walked to the bed hesitatingly and stopped.

He knows he couldn’t just tear it apart by his temper.

However, I didn’t like the dark coffin enough to just give up.

As if looking at a pretty flower, Mirania, who was constantly looking into the coffin, came to mind, the hair in his body stood up, and Grecan’s hesitation disappeared.

“Growl…”

Grecan strolled around the desk where the coffin was placed. He stretched out his feet for a trial.

Tap~

Grecan’s eyes turned round as he clawed the coffin back. The toenails touched the coffin.

“…?”

He looked down at his feet and tilted his head.

In Grecan’s experience, orders are irresistible.

No matter how annoying the words were, I couldn’t ignore them as long as they were put on a leash.

‘I was clearly told not to touch the coffin. But why can he touch the coffin?’ Grecan wondered.

“Why?”

The corners of Grecan’s mouth, as he rolled his gaze, grew satisfactorily.

Whatever the reason, what matters right now is that Mirania’s orders don’t work on me.

Greccan, looking around, quickly raised his foot and slammed the coffin.

Slam!

The backlog fell to the floor as he slammed the coffin.

Bang!~

The coffin lid bounced off as he kept hitting the coffin.

“…Growl, growl.”

Grecan looked elsewhere as if he hadn’t done it, and as time passed, he sneaked and approached toward the coffin as the cover fell.

Inside the coffin where the lid fell, a pale and beautiful boy lay.

The hand, which lay gently on the navel of the boy, was disturbed by the impact of the fall.

Greccan glared at Leberianz and was ready to attack.

His four feet were firmly on the floor, and his back soared upwards. His fluffy tail heir stood tall.

“Growl…!!”

Below the frown on the back of his nose, a low-pitched cry came out threateningly.

The moment he was about to bite it.

Roar!

Grecan looked behind him with his eyes wide open. Mirania was there with an angry expression on her face.

“Grecan!”

She ran quickly and picked up Grecan as it was. Grecan struggled to lift his body before he knew it, struggling with his limbs.

“Grrr! Grr!”

“Why do I feel uneasy? I gave you an order. What happened?”

Anxious to leave Grecan alone, Mirania, returning quickly, opened the door to her room and Grecan with his hair stood crookedly came to sight.

Fortunately, I found him just before it happened.

It was only for a moment that she sighed in relief, and Grecan’s struggles became more annoying.

“Grecan! Relax your body. Are you rebelling now?”

Grecan’s limbs were limp. Then it became heavier, and Mirania groaned and put Grecan on the ground.

Then she turned to check on Leberianz.

Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to have been hurt anywhere compared to the coffin being thrown and a lot of disruption.

If anyone kidnapped Leberianz, it wouldn’t have been possible. Now that she officially led the bat race, Mirania was now responsible for any problems that may incur on Leberianz.

How powerful was his sleeping sickness, that Leberianz was still sleeping deeply in spite of this disturbance.

‘That’s a relief.’

While Grecan openly showed hostility, Leberianz was the type to remember and reveal without a hint.

If he had been awake, it would have been troublesome with Grecan.

Upon re-examining Leberianz who was sleeping soundly, Mirania found the lid of the coffin and covered it.

With her arms folded tightly, he turned to Grecan and called him sternly.

“Grecan.”

Grecan laid on the floor exhausted with his chin on the top of his foot, at her call his ears pricked up.