His Breeding Obsession

Grecan whispered low, apparently angry, barely restrained tone.

“It’s just a goodbye, so I’ll let it slide.”

Then he hugged Mirania tightly.

With his head buried on her delicate shoulder, Leverianz smiled strangely as he received the gaze of Grecan, who was glaring at him fiercely.

“It’s not goodbye,” said Leverianz.

“…”

“It’s a kiss on the back of the hand asking for your understanding because I’ll be away for a while,” added Leverianz.

“Dirty. Mirania has a bat scent on her.” Grecan growled.

“Looks like you’re the one polluting Mirania. Her scent is being tainted with stink.” Leverianz snorted.

“It’s to get rid of your smell.”

Grecan rubbed Mirania’s neck with his hair and grabbed her hand that Leverianz kissed.

Tendons sprouted from Leverianz’s forehead.

The tense war of nerves began.

It was a familiar sight to Mirania, but the bats who saw this scene for the first time had gaping mouths.

“Is the successor still sick?”

Someone murmured, and the assistant’s eyes lit up.

“Impertinent.”

The bats hurriedly corrected their composure at the faint voice.

Regardless of whether the atmosphere of the bats had weakened, the atmosphere between Leverianz and the Grecan was still fierce and tense.

Mirania poured cold water into the explosive air.

Literally, the water created in the air poured over the heads of Grecan and Leverianz.

“I believe he will make a great Leader.”

At her thoughtfully kind words, Leverianz laughed awkwardly while water dripped on his face.

Mirania was sincere.

In fact, even though it was a bad relationship, the bat tribe when Leverianz was the leader had extraordinary momentum.

The Bats loved the beautiful leader, Leverianz, who ruled the Bats with his unique skill.

His rule was different from Grecan’s method, which led to submission by pressing his people with great force.

While the Wolves were fascinated by Grecan’s strength, the bats were fascinated by Leverianz’s magical beauty.

‘From my point of view, it was wonderful, but from the bat’s point of view, Leverianz would have been a pretty cool leader.’

As Mirania became serious, Leverianz looked caught off guard and soon smiled as if he were sighing.

“When I come back, it will be different.”

After a long farewell, Leverianz finally spread his wings.

Leverianz, who flew up, looked at Mirania for a moment and then turned around.

Black wings spread wide as if to cover the full moon.

As soon as the Leverianz flew, the assistant followed, and soon more than a hundred bats flew up.

Swoosh—

The sound of bats flapping their wings rang loudly in the calm air.

The bats that embroidered the sky quickly became black dots.

Sigh, Mirania glanced at Grecan’s arm as he pulled her into his embrace.

“I hope he won’t come back for long,” said Grecan in a serious tone.

He seems to be paying attention to Leverianz’s words that he would come back soon.

Mirania, who knew something about the coming-of-age ceremony of the bat’s race, responded with little consideration.

“I’ll be late to welcome the bride.”

“Bride?”

“He will be the chief. So he needs a spouse too.”

Leverianz was supposed to have a spouse as the chief.

In the past, because of Alice, he rejected the bride candidates put forward by the bats, but now that he has not met Alice, he may be engaged as it was.

“Is that so? Then that’s great.”

At Mirania’s words, Grecan seemed strangely pleased.

Shaking off Grecan’s hair, Mirania glanced back.

Malandor was looking their way with his arms crossed.

As soon as he turned and disappeared, Mirania gave Grecan a slight push.

“Are you going to make a bonfire here? I will bring you firewood.”

Mirania, making excuses, flew in the direction of Malandor’s disappearance.

The Second Continent, the Land of Humans.

Malandor was sitting on a huge wooden lantern that an adult man could barely embrace.

It wasn’t that difficult for Mirania to find him with their conflicting energy.

Malandor picked and blew the dandelion that held the white flower seeds.

As the flower seeds were carried by the wind, Mirania held out her palm.

As gazed at the flower seeds that landed lightly on her hand, Malandor, who had been staring at her, spoke first.

“Today is the most incomprehensible day I have ever seen of you,” said Malandor.

“What is so strange about it?” asked Mirania.

“All. Why are you taking those little kids, what the hell are you doing?”

“…”

“Now that your rest is approaching, are you trying to play house? Are you suddenly bored?”

Mirania stared blankly at Malandor, who seemed somewhat angry.

“While I’m figuring out when your end will be, Mirania you and those little guys…”

Malandor’s eyes, who smiled in vain, sank as he laughed.

“Ha! So you’re playing house.”

“…”

“All right. I don’t care if you’re having fun, really. But it’s a strange thing. You don’t even seem to be enjoying it.”

“There are circumstances.”

As Mirania spoke calmly, Malandor’s gaze sharpened, as if he could see through her thoughts.

Mirania’s serene face has not changed.

Soon the dangerously overflowing air gradually subsided.

Malandor said in a more strained voice, “… I don’t like it, but if you want, that’s fine.”

“…”

“I will not interfere. I’m going crazy wondering, but I’ll just be watching. Because I can’t get much involved with you.”

The wind blew away a sad voice.

Taking one step closer to Mirania, he reached out and touched her cheek.

The cool air made her skin feel cold. Even if Malandor fiddled, her body temperature showed no signs of rising.

Malandor stared blankly at Mirania’s cheeks, which seemed paler.

“…”

Mirania’s fingers seemed to get cold wherever they touched.

His eyes clouded over. As if he didn’t want to let go of her hand, he gently caressed her cheek and kissed Mirania’s pale cheeks.

“What are you doing?” asked Mirania.

Without answering the question, Malandor sighed distressed.

“Sometimes the providence of the world feels so absurd that it makes me sick of it.”

“…”

“The more we are together, the more harmful the relationship is. In that kind of relationship, it would have been better if we never met.”

At Malandor’s dark voice, Mirania lazily blinked her thin eyelids.

“Are you regretting that you shouldn’t have met me?” asked Mirania.

“…”

“Let me tell you something, you’re the one who came to see me. You can’t blame me.”

Malandor looked at Mirania, who spoke seriously and looked dumbfounded.

“I often think of taking out half of your brain Mirania and try fixing it.”

“Sounds useless.”

Mirania removed Malandor’s hand from her cheek.

Malandor licked his lips and shrugged,

“Anyway, it’s a good thing that one of the beasts fell off on its own.”

“Let me ask you a question, Malandor, why do you want to follow me?”

Questioning him in return, Mirania turned to go back.

Although she did ask, she was guessing why, so she was only asking questions to confirm his innermost thoughts.

“There is not much time left, so let’s make memories.” Malandor retorted, catching up with Mirania.

Mirania smirk. It was also as expected.

Upon returning to where Grecan was, Malandor flew up and disappeared.

‘I will be by your side until you die. I think it’s my right to see the last of you. If I hadn’t been patient, I would never have left your side now.’

A quick whisper passed Mirania’s ears.

A night when the energy of death becomes stronger. Malandor leaves Mirania every night because he doesn’t want to weaken her vitality.

Thinking about whether his request for the right to that patience was justified, Mirania approached Grecan.

Grecan had lit the bonfire and was waiting for her.

“If it was a little later, I was going to go find you.”

“Yes, you waited nicely.”

Mirania’s words gently loosened Grecan’s frown. Then he hesitantly confessed.

“Actually, if you had gone a little farther, I would have followed you.”

Mirania patted Grecan’s head, feeling fortunate to have a close conversation.

“It’s late at night. Let’s go to sleep.”

Grecan nodded and turned into a wolf.

For 15 years, the absence of Leverianz, who had hardly been apart, made the still forest quieter.

Crack, crack, crack—

In front of the bonfire, there was a hut made by Malandor.

Mirania’s gentle breathing was mixed with the sound of a bonfire.

Grecan, who became a wolf, hugged Mirania who was asleep and buried his nose in the nape of her neck.

Sniffed, sniffed — his nose wrinkled. 

Grrr, A menacing cry came out.

“A strange smell.”

With a disapproving look on his face, Grecan licked Mirania’s cheek.

As Mirania shudders, Grecan’s tail coils around her legs.

Mirania’s expression, buried in warmth, became comfortable.

Grecan rested his head on the floor and stared at Mirania, who was sleeping peacefully.

He carefully tucked all of his thick forepaws behind her head.

Mirania, slightly frowned, loosened her expression, and let out regular breathing as Grecan eased her posture.

Grecan closed his eyes as his ears pricked at the sound of Mirania’s breathing. His happy tail wagged gently.

On the night Leverianz left, Mirania fell asleep buried in Grecan’s fur in a hut made by Malandor.