《His Breeding Obsession》 Chapter 0 All creatures born on this land enjoy the time given to them and return to nothing. The same goes for Mirania, the great witch. No, I couldn¡¯t go against the law of life any more just because I was the great witch¡¯. At the last minute, it was a little disappointing, but I was satisfied. Finally, I finished everything and was able to rest. I thought it was. ¡°¡­Mirania.¡± Someone was calling my name¡­ After a very long sleep, Mirania woke up and opened her eyes. A second later, she was surprised and confused at the same time. ¡®Am I alive?¡¯ I wiggled my fingers with a blank expression. Fingers that move according to my will. I looked down at my body. A blanket that covers up to my chest. My face quickly hardened. Thin fingers that don¡¯t have any flesh. The back of my hand was transparent enough to see the veins. I couldn¡¯t even blink at this moment. My body was much thinner than I remembered. My skinny body, which was as if it hadn¡¯t been taken care of for a long time. Where am I? ¡°Oh My God.¡± I was amazed to feel the power flowing in my body. What with this amazing state? Was it a situation where a river dried up and became a stream?! What a ridiculously weak magic! Standing up in embarrassment, only then could I feel someone¡¯s presence. My neck was stiff. My cheek stings. With a cold sweat, I glanced sideways. I became suspicious ¡­who? For a moment, I couldn¡¯t figure it out. After a while, the face of someone stuck in my head appeared in front of me. Whoops, I turned my head. A face that didn¡¯t respond to my sudden movements. It looks familiar somewhere. ¡®No way! A mature appearance than the afterimage left in my head with deep dark eyes like the abyss. ¡®How could it be? Was it him? That man?¡¯ A voice without confidence flowed out of my mouth. ¡°Grecan?¡± His response was dramatic. His nervous face brightened. A feeling of joy loomed over his face, which was deep enough to make me flinch. ¡°Right.¡± And then there¡¯s a long silence. Are you crying? Soon, the man mumbled in a wet voice. ¡°Finally you woke up, at last it happened.¡± Mirania looked suspiciously at Grecan¡¯s big hand, which was covering one of my hands. Grecan? Was he really Grecan? This guy?¡¯ A man¡¯s big hand. On the back of his hand, there were rough scars everywhere that I didn¡¯t remember if it was there before. There were scars that looked new, but there were also scars that had turned white and seemed like they¡¯re from a long time ago. ¡°Are you hungry?¡± Mirania, who came to her senses, frowned. I guess, it seems like it was really Grecan. Suddenly, a strange feeling came. I felt unfamiliar with him, who I thought I knew well. I turned my gaze behind Grecan and scanned the unfamiliar room. A big curtain. Furniture with an elegant texture peculiar to expensive rosewood. Famous paintings and decorations made by craftsmen in various places in a spacious room. It was at the height of splendor. ¡°Where am I?¡± ¡°My house.¡± Grecan simply replied. ¡°Your house? This was the territory of the wolves¡­¡±, Smooth and clean blanket. A pattern embroidered with gold thread. Mirania quickly came to a conclusion. ¡°I¡¯m sure it¡¯s not. Where¡¯s Malandor? Leberians and Alliz. Right! Was Alliz okay? I¡¯m sure they¡¯ve been healed after drinking my blood, but I still need to check¡­¡± ¡°Stop, please Mirania.¡± Grecan¡¯s eyebrows frowned. Mirania kept her mouth shut after. Again. It¡¯s strange Grecan sighed as if he was disappointed. ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry about that.¡± ¡®Worry about that? Mirania¡¯s expression became strange. For some reason, the nerve cord felt tight. His eyes drooped as if he was sad. ¡°Do you know how long I¡¯ve been waiting?¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t even imagine. How long I¡¯ve been waiting for you to open your eyes.¡± Grecan¡¯s black eyes became damp. A man with sad eyes with a male scent. In a word, it didn¡¯t suit you. Mirania realized the identity of the sense of disparity she had felt. The wolf cub she raised, and cared for until she was put to rest. But who¡¯s this man in front of me? His energy was far superior to that of the former wolf leader. A perfectly mature man¡¯s attitude, and somehow dangerous atmosphere, made him look even more mature, She was very unfamiliar with it. ¡®How much time has passed?¡¯ It didn¡¯t seem like a day or two after I went to rest. My head was hazy as if there was fog clouding my mind. Mirania shook her head slightly to keep her confused mind straight. I tried to regain my composure by sweeping my face down with one hand that was not held by Grecan. Fortunately, it was not difficult to maintain composure. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but I still need to hear it. What¡¯s happened?¡± Her golden eyes subsided calmly. ¡°What?¡± Grecan, unaware of the seriousness in her words, asked back, gently stroking the back of her hand. His touch was very caring. It wasn¡¯t Grecan, who jumped after the little witch¡¯s kiss. I was unfamiliar with Grecan¡¯s behavior, as skillful as Leberians, so I replied one step later, removing my hand from him. ¡°How could I be alive when I should have died? In such a weakened state like this?¡±, Grecan looked down at his empty hand. Then calmly took her one hand back. Mirania cared about him without a word. Soon, Grecan slowly began to talk ¡°Yes, it almost disappeared. I really thought, Mirania was dead.¡±, ¡°It was strange that I wasn¡¯t dead.¡± She examined his face gently. A darker and more brutal impression than the Grecan I remember. You¡¯ve changed, you¡¯ve changed completely.¡¯ Suddenly, the tension in her gaze was already gone. Grecan said with a keen face, as if he did not know her reaction. ¡°On the other hand, I thought that Mirania couldn¡¯t die like this. I¡¯m glad you didn¡¯t die then.¡±, ¡°I did well, didn¡¯t I? Why don¡¯t you praise me?¡± Grecan raised Mirania¡¯s hand and rubbed her hand to his hair. Unlike before, each and every one of Grecan¡¯s actions was annoying, but before that, she focused on understanding the current situation according to Grecan¡¯s words. ¡®I survived and didn¡¯t die? How?¡± Mirania¡¯s head was full of confusion and different thoughts came to mind. The long sigh went down. ¡°Red flower¡­ Was it because of that?¡± ¡°It¡¯s unbelievable. It¡¯s actually possible to save the dead.¡±, Grecan did not deny it. She rolled up the blanket and lowered her feet under the bed. Immediately, Grecan grabbed her hands tightly. ¡°Where are you going?¡± Looking down at her hand painfully held by Grecan, Mirania narrowed her brows. ¡°What else should I be doing?¡± The voice that followed was bleak. ¡°Grecan.¡± With a soft voice, Grecan blinked and tilted his head, 1 stroked Grecan¡¯s black hair without awkwardness. Just like I did to little Grecan, who was hoping for praise, Even though his youthful appearance had completely disappeared and he had grown into a menacing male, Grecan closed his eyes halfway and rumbled his neck to show that some of his childhood appearance remained. It was a sign that felt good. After I calmed my heart, I began to soothe ¡®Grecan the Black Wolf¡¯ in earnest. ¡°Could you help me? I have things left to finish.¡±, ¡°Things to finish?¡± ¡°I have to figure out exactly what happened, and if it¡¯s not finished, I¡¯ll have to end it.¡± Grecan, who was enjoying the touch of Mirania, said dryly. ¡°Finish?¡± ¡°What are you going to do?¡± ¡°That¡¯s.¡± ¡°Oh, because of your death?¡± Grecan opened his eyes. It was cold as a blunt gaze. I was stunned. ¡°Why? do you want to die?¡± A somewhat childish question. I felt the tension have eased slightly. Had he realized the truth as the leader of the wolves, he wouldn¡¯t have asked this question, how many years has it been? Mirania replied calmly. ¡°That¡¯s how it works.¡± Mirania moved the blanket to the side and raised herself up. Even then, Grecan remained still. The moment I want to pass by Grecan. Grecan held my chin and wrist. Gregan got up slowly Mirania was unknowingly nervous because of the dark shadow covering her. ¡®When did you get so tall¡­¡¯ He used to be on the large side, but he seemed like one head bigger than the others. Standing behind Grecan, her body seemed to be covered and not a single hair could be seen as her trace. Mirania swallowed her saliva. ¡°Am I nervous? She was stunned by her own reaction. Grecan placed his hand on her shoulder in embarrassment and pressed it gently, Mirania instinctively tried to resist, but her legs bended before she could give strength to them. Grecan looked down at Mirania, who sat in his bed. His face looked darker as the shade fell under his deep eyes. ¡°What the hell are you doing..?¡± Grecan¡¯s tightly closed mouth opened as he was about to burst in anger. ¡°Are you going to abandon me again?¡± Chapter 1 ¡°What are you talking about? Why would I abandon you?¡± ¡°No. You¡¯re trying to abandon me. Mirania doesn¡¯t care about me at all. The only thing important to you were the witches, or the peace of the continent.¡± Grecan¡¯s dark eyes sank dangerously. ¡°All that matters to you was your eternal rest.¡± The heavy tenor echoed softly. ¡°My dear Mirania.¡± ¡®Dear?¡¯ ¡°I¡¯ll give you whatever you want. All under your feet.¡±, His voice resounded in my ears. I was listening to his voice without knowing it. I don¡¯t understand what in the world he was saying. ¡°Bear my child.¡± Blah, blah blah¡­ Questions spread over Mirania¡¯s golden eyes. ¡®What have I just heard right now?¡¯ The moment I saw Grecan¡¯s dark eyes, I immediately realized it. I realized that it was not a joke or a prank. It¡¯s something dangerous. A warning sound rang in my head. I tried to get up, but Grecan pressed my shoulder. ¡°Calm down, Grecan.¡± It was embarrassing, but I calmly said without excitement. He responded nonchalantly without a change in his expression. ¡°Humans say that a woman who gave birth to a child would not run away.¡± Mirania¡¯s lips were wide open after hearing Grecan¡¯s words. ¡±Oh, so you¡¯re serious about it, right now, for real?¡¯ Eventually, her smooth eyes became distorted. ¡°If I could keep you, I would do anything.¡± Mirania¡¯s eyebrows narrowed. ¡®If I use magic to get rid of him¡­ I released the mana that became like a stream. I thought I would be able to buy time even though it has no dramatic effect on him. It was an illusion. Grecan, who shook my shoulder, smiled at me while I stiffened in surprise, ¡°It¡¯s been a long time, Mirania.¡± I was shocked by the fact that my magic had no effect on Grecan at all, with a blank expression on my face, I tried to chase him when he opened the door ¡°It¡¯s no use trying to escape from here. You won¡¯t be able to go out alone with your weak body.¡± His words were extremely sweet when it came to talking bullshit. Suddenly, Mirania, biting her lips, raised her eyes fiercely. I loved peace, but I wasn¡¯t that gentle. ¡°Ha! are you really crazy?¡± Even though I spit out harsh words, Grecan only smiled at me with his eyes bent to a crescent shape. ¡°I missed you, the way you talk, the way you are. I know why you¡¯re saying that it¡¯s because you feel comfortable with me.¡± Now I was dumbfounded and couldn¡¯t say anything. ¡°I love you, Mirania. I waited quietly for you. So, don¡¯t do anything useless.¡± In a low voice, after speaking unfamiliarly, Grecan disappeared out of the door. Mirania¡¯s cold face was dazed after she was left alone. This situation was so absurd, it was so excessive that I doubted if I was really out of my mind, to the point that maybe my soul had left my body. What the hell happened. ¡®How did that child end up like this?¡¯ Grecan was not a stubborn child, but an obedient wolf. Just in case, I walked to the door and tried to turn the doorknob, but the door knob didn¡¯t even move. ¡°No, what the hell was going on?¡± A long time ago, to be exact, it was about 20 years before the great witch Mirania was put to eternal rest. ¡°Mirania.¡± A little wolf on the bed stared at Mirania, while she was reading a book. Mirania, who glanced at the wolf with a book in one hand, reached out and patted him on the back of his head. Grrrr.. With a pleasant crying voice, Grecan showed his stomach. One after another, while petting his stomach, Mirania read a book. The little wolf groaned satisfactorily at Mirania¡¯s stroking. Sweet ¡°Mirania¡­¡± Chera walked into the room to find Mirania, and faced the peaceful scene. ¡°For the last few days, soon it would end.¡± The sound of her clicking tongue was bitter. Chera of the witch family. There was a reason why she, a member of the witch clan and was closest to Mirania, responded that way ¡±How could a witch and a wolf get acquainted?¡¯ Was that even possible? The witches, a clan of the great witches. And the Wolves, famous for their strong nature. On one continent, which shared one land for generations, these two clans were famous for their bad relationship. In particular, not long ago, they were literally fighting for blood to death, between die biting or die defending each clans. 1 didn¡¯t expect this to happen when I first brought it here.¡¯ The story goes back a few days ago. In a spacious hall with a cold and bleak energy, three people were staring at each other while sitting in their respective seats. I didn¡¯t even want to breathe near them, so I sat far away from the huge negotiation table specially prepared for today¡¯s meeting. The Witch Conference, where the three races meet regularly for negotiating the peace on the continent, or, officially, the ¡®Witch Forest Conference.¡± The Witch Forest was an area where these three clans lived adjacent to each other. These meetings usually ended in fights, but usually with the shouting of the head of the werewolf was the cue of the fight. ¡°What are you going to do? The witch keeps starting a fight. Our cursed children go through howling every night in agony!¡± Bang! The roar of hitting the table was loud. ¡°I want you to solve this first. Otherwise, I won¡¯t stand still.¡± The wolf chief, Balkan, was half-deformed into a human being. The back of his hand on the table was covered with fur, and there was a lot of curly brown fur along the outline of his face. In a roaring voice, a woman wearing a wide-brimmed black hat opposite the crouching woman twisted her gray lips. The Witches, the Wolves, and the Last Bats. In a three-way fight, Scarlet¡¯s face, the head of the last clan, was full of chilling ridicule, ¡°What could I possibly do? What could you even do? This was definitely something Mirania was responsible for. Balkan, I don¡¯t think you¡¯d say anything useful anyway. So I want to talk to you, Mirania.¡± ¡°What? What are you saying now!¡± ¡°You want to try it here? Where do you want me to put your dirty teeth in?¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you do something about the smell of rotting bodies?¡±, ¡°Are you done talking, have you said everything you want to say?¡±, ¡°That¡¯s all? You didn¡¯t even do everything.¡± ¡°Speaking of smell, there¡¯s a lot to talk about here. The smell of dogs emanates from the entrance, it¡¯s so awful.¡±, They growled at each other, stepping up to their seats. From the beginning, that¡¯s how they bicker at the table several times. Did it take a month just to make a table this big out of solid feldspar? Or did it take longer? And it was the witches who built this table. The woman who sits on the last side of the triangular table was the head of the witches, the Great Witch Mirania, She tapped the table with her long fingernails with a blank look on her face, The other two races are said to be insidious, but as the head of the largely wise witch clan, I didn¡¯t really think I should stop their fight. Mirania frowns, and wrinkles her straight nose. I lamented inwardly because I thought my nose would rot. ¡®Once again this smell was terrible¡­¡¯ It was hard to adapt to this smell that makes me vomit no matter how many times I returned. What would someone feel when they¡¯re surrounded with the smell of dogs and ice fishy smell? It would feel like I¡¯m in an ice warehouse that stores all kinds of rotten ingredients. Yes, that¡¯s how it feels like. In fact, I felt very dirty right now. It wasn¡¯t just because of the wolves and bats. If there was someone who felt good when they have just experienced their heart being pierced, their mind wouldn¡¯t be normal. Just an hour ago, I was in the midst of a fierce battle. The battle ended when my heart was pierced. And I opened my eyes wide at the exact moment, ¡°The sense still felt vivid.¡± And the criminals were the sons and grandchildren of the heads in front of me. My hands wince as I stare at the enemy. Because I want to curse them right now. ¡®Then there would be a continental war.¡¯ I¡¯m not afraid of the beast-smelling wolf and the bat pretending to be alone and independent, but it¡¯s hard for me when the two clans join forces. In fact, these successors joined forces when they became heads of their clans, that¡¯s how I struggled. Mirania¡¯s face darkened. Just before this, I died when my heart was pierced. Of course, it wasn¡¯t a fight that took place before this meeting started, so it wasn¡¯t at this moment that my heart was pierced At this time. No matter how much I was called a witch, there¡¯s no other way for me when my heart was stabbed. What I had been through was what would happen in the next 20 years or so. Why do I always come back to this time?¡¯ Mirania was a regressor. A returner who went back in time ten times already. Mirania was the only great witch of the witch family, the head of the witch family called the Lord Witch. Unlike other clans that inherit the position of head through blood, the head of the witch group was only the great witch. By the guardian tree of the witch, the new great witch, formed around the time when the current great witch began to lose power, a new great witch would be born naked when the former great witch dies. The lifespan of a great witch was 1,000 years. Mirania was an old witch, a woman with an age that would not be strange if an heir was born from the tree soon. The targets I have fought more than ten times already are the successors of the wolves and bats who growl whenever we meet. About 20 years later, they would become the heads of each of their clans, they are the ¡®main characters¡¯ of this world. This was a broken world with the compulsion of fate. As if trying to follow a set story. When I returned for the fifth time, I suddenly realized it. This world was broken, and I¡¯m going through the same thing again. Chapter 2 Mirania has decided. Unlike the two continents, which was called the human continent, one continent was a land where different races live together. Witches, wolves, and bats were living in peace while protecting their respective lands. ¡®It was only at first.¡± Over time, as the number of clans increased, territorial wars began to break out, which became more vicious and fiercer. It was due to the nature of each race that instinctively hated each other. Among them, the great witch, Mirania, was only interested in defending the witches, and neither were the wolves nor the bats, except when a fight! broke out. So, until they aim after their own hearts. ¡®He¡¯s probably crawling on the ground by now.¡¯ The main character of this world who gains great power after 20 years and becomes the head of his race at a ridiculously young age. Not all clans lived together on one continent. A small number of different races were mixed with humans on the 2nd continent. Among them, there was a rare species of fairies. Alice, the precious daughter of the fairy family, was the heroine of this world., Alice, who was diagnosed with a rare disease. What¡¯s important was that she¡¯s the object of the Lords of wolf and bats obsession In fact, it wouldn¡¯t matter if they were obsessed over her. If it hadn¡¯t been for Mirania¡¯s heart to be the cure for her disease. ¡°Of all things, it¡¯s my heart.¡± It really was a joke of fate. The male lead, who was busy biting and sucking bitterly now, would aim for Mirania¡¯s life, which was related to the disease of Alice, the heroine that was suffering Alice¡¯s rare disease, called Witch¡¯s Disease¡¯ because it has no cure, and could only be healed with the heart of the Great Witch. The male lead, who found out about it, was aiming for Mirania¡¯s heart, ¡®If my heart was torn from my chest, I would have to die.¡¯ Somehow she kept coming back again and again. ¡®It¡¯s always been this moment every time.¡± When I open my eyes, I sit at the negotiating table familiarly, and the blood and flesh of the foe banging with its fur straighten up. No matter how hard I think about it, the future was blurry I¡¯m at a loss.¡¯ Anyway, this world must be completely ruined. There was no way to know whether the Creator was dead or just crazy, but this world was ruined. That¡¯s why this ¡®exact time¡¯ kept repeating. I have to find a solution.¡¯ It was already the 10th time that I have returned, and again I¡¯m spending the same 20 years. Now I¡¯m really sick and tired of it, I¡¯m going crazy. There was one and the only thing I wanted. It¡¯s death¡­ If it were normal, I would have already been put to rest and returned to dirt. I¡¯m simply tired of all of it. After repeating the same life countless times, everything became dull and boring. Wouldn¡¯t this life continue if the male leads die completely after fulfilling their lives? If so, there¡¯s one way I thought about it. ¡®I have to get my hands on the male leads¡­¡¯ What I basically wanted was to neutralize them. Of course, I didn¡¯t think about it once or twice. I¡¯ve been thinking about it since I realized how many times I¡¯ve regressed, why I kept returning, and the truth of this world. There are also a number of ways I¡¯ve tried. At first, I tried to build up my strength to deal with male masters. However, for some reason, the male leads became much stronger than I remembered. The two of them collaborated and I died because I couldn¡¯t beat them. After the second return, I went straight to the male leads and fed them with poison. I was satisfied that I had removed the threatening sprouts from the roots However, when the time came, the male lords jumped out to see where she was hiding and attacked her. The results were terrible. I died even more brutally for revenge.¡¯ After the third regression, I tried to exterminate the species altogether. So I trained the witches to wage war against the two races. She proceeded even though it was very inconsistent with her disposition, but unfortunately, it did not work in the end. ¡®At that time, the Witches themselves were destroyed.¡¯ In the fourth life, I went to find the heroine Alice. Obviously, I put on a freezing curse to her, and a passing human wizard intervened to save the heroine. At this time, the male lords were much angrier.¡¯ By the time of my fifth return, I realized that this world had a set fate and that the flow had been broken. So I also learned that killing the heroine and the male leads was useless. ¡®Damn it.¡¯ But I couldn¡¯t believe it at first, so I tried hard, but now I know I couldn¡¯t do anything about it. But I couldn¡¯t just give up. Now, on her tenth return, Mirania looked at the conference hall, which had already become a mess, with dull eyes. ¡°Yes, you bat bastard. Let¡¯s give it a try.¡± ¡°Huh. Clenching your fists in vulgar ways.¡± ¡°Why don¡¯t you hide your dirty fangs if you want to talk about culture? Bloody monster.¡± ¡°Oh my? It¡¯s also an oily fountain. I don¡¯t covet dog-smelling blood at all. What should I do with this?¡±, It wasn¡¯t easy to make up one¡¯s mind when I see the two beings squirming and blabbing at each other. However, Mirania has decided to carry out the plan that they have been thinking about in this life. ¡°Stop it.¡± ¡°Mirania, it¡¯s all because your witches are talking about..¡±, ¡°Mouth.¡± The two closed their mouths and opened their eyes round like ¡®You¡¯re not going to untie this?¡±, ¡°Why¡¯d you curse us!¡¯ like growling through their eyes. Wolves of flesh, Bats of darkness, and Witches of curse and magic. In addition, the Great Witch has one more natural ability. It wasn¡¯t difficult to cast this kind of magic. Mirania sealed the mouths of the two chiefs and first left the conference hall. She wants to avoid the situation that would happen later. Crack! Splash! With a roar coming from behind, Mirania rubbed her ears. Anyway, the effect of the magic I put toward the chiefs doesn¡¯t last long. At most for a day. The conference room, where the fight would have taken place as soon as she left, had already been pushed out of her head. Today¡¯s meeting was caused by the frequent fighting of the three races. The meeting itself, which has become a battlefield, has no meaning. There would be a ¡®First Continental Witch Forest Agreement¡¯ soon anyway. It¡¯s pointless to deal with them today¡¯ It was about the male characters that filled Mirania¡¯s head right now. Tenth life. This time, I¡¯m definitely going to die and rest permanently. ¡°Oh, Mirania. Stop for a second.¡± Chera, who had been chasing Mirania after leaving the neutral zone building, sprinkled herbal water on Mirania. Mirania was not surprised anymore. No matter how fast the meeting ended, Chera always followed her This was already the tenth time. ¡°You need to get rid of the smell. Are you thinking of making the witches vomit?¡± Mirania strode indifferently, and Chera followed persistently and sprayed medicinal water on her body. ¡°Chera.¡± ¡°Yes? Oh, it¡¯s because I want you to stop.¡± ¡°I have to get the male leads.¡± ¡°Who? Wait what, male leads?¡± ¡®That¡¯s a unique name,¡± Chera murmured, while desperately spraying to get rid of the smell on Mirania. If you know that the male leads were Grecan, the son of the head of the wolf clan, and Leberians, the son of the head of the bat clan, you would be scared and say that I was crazy. ¡®Or maybe you¡¯d take out a knife.¡¯ Well, I¡¯ll have to explain later, considering Chera¡¯s reaction every time I would visit the male leads. ¡®If so, when should I try?¡¯ Yes. In fact, it was a problem that I didn¡¯t even have to think about. ¡®Now¡¯s the time! When they¡¯re in their weakest. It¡¯s only this time where they haven¡¯t met Alice yet ¡®Because brainwashing and discipline would work well on them right now.¡¯ Mirania curled up the corners of her mouth gracefully The witch¡¯s castle was not as grotesque as humans on the two continents would commonly think. It was rather like a vampire den, and witches were more nature-friendly. A living tree winds up the castle and acts as a gatekeeper. As Mirania approaches, the tree at the entrance slowly recedes. When an unauthorized person stands in front of it, like a natural gatekeeper it solidifies and does not move. Mirania winces as she enters with a blank face. ¡°Mirania!¡± Chera, who received the tree¡¯s whisper, ran out. Chera¡¯s red hair poked up as she ran with her feet hard. ¡®It looked like red and angry cherry tomatoes. ¡®You¡¯re angry. I was expecting Chera¡¯s reaction. In my past life, which I don¡¯t know how many times it was, I escaped alone when I went out to kill Grecan, the male wolf, but when I returned, Chera was looking for me with a fire in her mouth. At that time, I thought a ferocious red dragon had emerged and possessed Chera. ¡°Mirania! Where have you been? Nobody wants you to¡­¡±, As she approached, Chera sputtered and was excited, but stopped talking when she saw the hands of Mirania. ¡°I¡¯m not a child. What¡¯s the matter when I go out alone?¡±, Mirania muttered rather timidly. ¡°How could you say that? You disappeared silently last year and then you were found in the neutral zonel And you¡¯re also asleep! It would have been a big deal if you were discovered by a race other than a witch.¡± ¡°Well, No one¡¯s going to attack me recklessly¡­ Oh, was it when we haven¡¯t reached an agreement yet?¡± ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Currently, the agreement has not been made, each one of them pulls out their claws or sticks when they discover other races. ¡®It¡¯s tiring to keep fighting, so it¡¯d be better to make an agreement quickly.¡± I would smell the beast and the blood again, but¡­ I recalled that the regular meeting a while ago ended in a mess. It used to be a little tolerable, but now it¡¯s very annoying to gather and holler. In terms of the time I have lived, it¡¯s too helpless because the time has passed for a long time to return to dirt. So. ¡­Shall I put it off?¡¯ I quickly changed my mind, but the male leads were still quiet. Chera had been nailing her gaze to Mirania¡¯s hand. ¡°Mirania.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°Hey, just in case, it¡¯s not a dog, was it?¡± Chera pouted on one side of her cheeks redder than her hair. I don¡¯t want to laugh, but I think I should laugh because of the atmosphere. At Chera¡¯s words, Mirania looked down at her hand, The little beast, clinging to her two fingers, caught her eye and showed its teeth. It¡¯s exhausted face was quickly covered with a ferocious expression. The four fangs were too big and sharp to be called an ordinary dog, let alone the others. Chera¡¯s face, who never expected the situation, turned white. ¡°Do-dog?¡­ it¡¯s not a dog!¡± Chapter 3 Chera, who was half-confident but thought that even Mirania would do this,¡¯jumped up. Her feet went up one meter away from the ground. ¡°Are you training in the air?¡¯ Mirania shook her head and Chera was so excited that she started explaining. ¡°Yes. It¡¯s similar, but technically speaking, it¡¯s not a dog.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± ¡°A wolf.¡± ¡°You have to be precisel¡± ¡°Wolf.¡± ¡°Ahhhh!¡± Mirania only blinked. Chera, who burst into tears with an innocent look, wrapped her head with her arms and screamed. The wolf cub, frightened by the scream, ran. Although Chera¡¯s hand swung at random, her momentum was quite harsh and scared the wolf cub. The baby wolf¡¯s nails scratched the back of Mirania¡¯s hand. There were solid red lines made by the wolf¡¯s nails. There aren¡¯t just one or two of such wounds as Chera glanced at Mirania, ¡°You¡¯ve already been hurt a lot, right?¡± Mirania grumbled at Chera, mesmerized. ¡°Why would you suddenly scream? I barely lost my strength.¡± The wolf of the flesh. In terms of strength, it was one of the most common races. The baby wolf opened its mouth wide and showed his teeth. However, no sound was heard. Chera glanced at Mirania, who carefully observed the wolf with a pouting mouth and no sound. ¡°You used the silence magic?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± The baby wolf moved his lips without getting tired. ¡®What would you put a spell on that wolf?¡¯ While Mirania fixed her gaze on the wolf¡¯s snout, Chera, being alert, folded her arms. ¡°Why did you bring a wolf? I don¡¯t think it¡¯s for a meal.¡±, Mirania imagined a wolf cub coming up as a side dish for dinner. That smel¡­ Ugh, I felt sick. Mirania, with a disgusted expression, saw Chera make the same reaction. ¡°¡­I¡¯m sure you don¡¯t. How did you catch a wolf cub that wasn¡¯t even common even on the street, and why did you do that? What are you thinking?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know what you want to ask, Chera.¡± ¡°Just tell me everything that happened!¡± ¡°Then in my room¡­¡± ¡°No.¡± As Chera swung her wand, tables and chairs from far away flew. Like a witch of destruction, her form was as rough as a storm. It may reflect Chera¡¯s mood, but it¡¯s even worse than usual. Mirania, seeing a chair running at her face, hurriedly flicked her fingers. A chair that stopped in front of Mirania¡¯s eyes fell down. Mirania stared at Chera with a contemplative face. ¡°Did you try to attack me?¡± ¡°¡­ please sit down, quickly.¡± Chera, embarrassed because it was simply a control failure, moved to the chair. Mirania sat down quietly on the chair. The wolf cub lay on the floor. ¡®What should I talk about first?¡¯ I was lost in thought with Chera¡¯s burdensome eyes, but I felt something strange. As she turned her eyes, the wolf cub on the floor crawled eagerly toward the door. Tsk, you know you can¡¯t run away, but you don¡¯t give up. Even though he¡¯s still a kid, he kept on resisting.¡± In the previous life, Grecan, the male lead, ran around without getting tired, no matter how much he was attacked. His tenacious black eyes aiming for the heart of Mirania were blazing and it almost looked red. ¡®Obsession¡¯ was a trait that Grecan and Leberians have in common, but if Leberians was shady, Grecan was openly persistent. Mirania flicked her finger. Dragon was the ruler of magic, and the great witch was good at finger magic. Then baby Grecan was summoned to the table. ¡°Creung!¡± Being confused by the change of surroundings for a moment, she flicked her fingers again while looking at Grecan. A steel cage in the air fell over Grecan¡¯s head. Bang! Grecan¡¯s eyes, trapped in an instant, grew as if they were popping out. ¡°Wasn¡¯t this the cage that Bibi used?¡± Unlike Gregan, whose heart was about to fall because of surprise, Chera and Mirania remained calm. ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Bibi was a hawk carried by Mirania. Now it was about the size of a young human being, but when it was young, it was just the same size as the current Grecan. Grecan, who was trapped in a cage, bit the bars with his teeth. As soon as the astonishment went away, Chera, amazed, burst into admiration. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen a baby wolf before. Still their babies are horrible even now.¡± Bloody Chera. Contrary to her nickname, the baby-loving Chera inadvertently put her finger in the cage, and when Grecan tried to bite, she panicked and pulled her finger out. Amazing! Grecan, who couldn¡¯t bite her finger and shut his mouth, touched his mouth with regretful eyes. With a tired look, Chera glanced at Mirania. At her unspoken pressure, Mirania blinked her eyes. It was a peculiar habit that¡¯s revealed when in trouble. ¡°Mirania.¡± ¡°Uh¡­ This wolf cub¡¯s name was Grecan.¡± ¡°Who wants to know that?!¡± ¡°Wait, let me get this straight and think about it.¡± Chera was energized after seeing the calm Mirania, she felt a little relieved. ¡®Because you¡¯re so calm, so it won¡¯t be a big problem like I thought.¡± After a while, Mirania began her explanation. ¡°It was already bdawn when I went out¡­¡± A few hours ago The sky, where the sun had not risen completely, was still dark. The reason why I chose to go out at dawn was because I was aiming for the wolves before they became active. No matter how much she plans to kidnap and brainwash Grecan, it would be a good idea to get caught Mirania moved carefully because this broken world does not seem to work well for her. Speaking of being cautious, she was putting on an invisibility magic and wearing a magic tool that kills the enemy Mirania killed it¡¯s figure and flag, and broke through the wolf¡¯s den. It was embarrassing to say it was a plan. At any rate, Mirania slid past the wolf standing guard with his eyes wide open. Unlike the witches and bats who live in nice castles, the wolf den was located on a huge cliff. To be exact, there are numerous caves on the cliff, each of which was a wolf¡¯s shelter. The cave inhabited by the wolf chief was particularly huge and was buried in a high cliff., ¡®Where was the cave where the little wolf was?¡¯ This wasn¡¯t the only time that I thought of taking care of that wolf while he was still a cub. It was already decades ago, so I couldn¡¯t remember it clearly, but when I recalled my memory, I soon found it without difficulty. Wolves, along with bats, have an unusually strong obsession with blood relatives. Therefore, caves with cubs are more tightly hidden. Mirania gazed through the cave at the bottom center of the cliff. That¡¯s probably it.. Where the children of the chief and other wolves live together. There was an adult wolf tribe nearby, so it would be recognized immediately if someone broke in Mirania moved slowly and passed through a distant cave. It was true that the chief¡¯s children live in the central cave. But Grecan was not there, Instead, she went into a shabby cave on the outskirts. A shabby cave that was somewhat unsuitable for a baby wolf. This was where Grecan spent his childhood. The reason why the son of the head of the wolf clan lives in such a place was because Grecan was abandoned by his father. The most important being for the wolf chief was his spouse. The pure love of the wolves was also famous in other clans. Wolves often do not meet other companions when their companion dies. The previous chiefs of the wolf race, who had led the clan, welcomed new spouses, but Grecan¡¯s father, Balkan, did not The anger of the wolf chief, who lost his spouse, was directed to his youngest son ¡°Crrr¡­ crrr.¡± Entering the cave, Mirania stopped in front of a tiny wolf, snoring weakly. The baby wolf¡¯s face, curled up on a hard stone floor, was covered with wounds, The fur was messy and tangled because it hadn¡¯t been taken care of., A wolf born on behalf of its mother¡¯s life. Growing up hated by his father Balkan, Grecan later meets Alice. Grecan, who was wounded, was healed by Alice. Grecan, who has never been loved by anyone, became obsessed with Alice. ¡®He even took my heart as well.¡¯ Mirania¡¯s golden eyes, which shook with a slight sympathy, became vanquished. Even though he could transform into a human, his appearance was proof that his strength was weak. Raising the young Grecan was impractical. But she shouldn¡¯t let her guard down. He was only weak now. At a certain moment, Grecan, who was born anew by overcoming his weak body, quickly took the place of the chief. That¡¯s his fate. So, before that time, I have to educate him well. So that he won¡¯t go after my heart someday. Mirania was once again determined. The wolves are so devoted that they still visit their parents even after their independence, so if I raise him well, wouldn¡¯t he treat me like a parent?¡¯ It¡¯s my new strategy, to raise him with love so he won¡¯t hate me in the future. She carefully grabbed Grecan¡¯s clothes and lifted it up. At that moment, the wolf cub opened its eyes. Mirania saw her figure hardened in his black shiny eyes. [Give me your heart!] Grecan ran into her with hazy eyes flashing past her head. Mirania¡¯s heart pounded loudly. Grecan¡¯s eyes were drowsy, looking up and down, left and right, examining Mirania. Trapped in her past memories, Mirania swallowed her saliva. Grecan, who was lost in the situation, quickly came to his senses. Eyes, gradually becoming fierce, stared at the intruder precisely. ¡®It¡¯s difficult to do this.¡¯ Mirania¡¯s lips hardened awkwardly. ¡°Crr¡­¡± Mirania quickly reached out her hand and tried to grab Grecan¡¯s bare nape. However, his physical abilities were probably at the best among wolves. ¡°Crrr.., crr!¡± Grecan struck Mirania¡¯s hand. Luckily she took her hand away immediately. My heart pounded. Grecan, fully awakened, looked at her with all four feet on the floor. It was scrawny and small, but she knows too well how terrifyingly that little wolf grows in the future. Mirania became dizzy. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± Meanwhile, Grecan¡¯s eyes burned with hostility Chapter 4 Even for the first meeting in this life, Grecan was overly wary, but Mirania was used to it. Mirania was bound to meet Grecan and Leberians in each regression. But it was only Mirania who remembered everything, and Grecan seemed unable to recall anything, but his hatred for Mirania grew with each encounter. ¡®The worst thing was the regression after killing Grecan.¡¯ When she tried to kill Grecan, she was thrown into the sea because it wasn¡¯t enough to heal her broken heart, she appeared after recovering her wounds. She wasn¡¯t the only one who felt this way. Grecan¡¯s animosity was no match to the previous regression or in the next and the next regression. ¡®I have to bet on the witch¡¯s liquor.¡¯ Grecan struck the struggling Mirania again. She finally regretted avoiding him out of confusion when Grecan rubbed his furry body against her hand. ¡°Crrr.¡± Sharp teeth protrude from the snout. Mirania was shivering. The liquor easily took over against the chiefs at the conference because they neglected Mirania while focusing on each other. In a state of utter animosity against Mirania, just like Grecan now, it was difficult to bet on her witch¡¯s liquor. ¡°Grrrl!¡± When their eyes met, Grecan came over again. As I recalled Grecan from my previous life reaching out and running towards my heart. I instinctively flicked my fingers in a moment of desperation. Mirania summoned a birch cane that appeared with lightning. It was the great witch Mirania¡¯s poison weapon. Grecan¡¯s eyes, which were running at Mirania, were teary as Mirania clutched the cane tightly like a stick. ? ? ? Chera turned her head and glanced at the wolf cub in the cage. Was the forehead bulging? I looked carefully and poked its head. ¡°Come to think of it, it looks like there¡¯s a lump.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Any wolf cub would be a little¡­ It¡¯d be bad if he dies¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ll be glad if I die.¡± ¡°Huh? What did you say?¡± Chera pricked her ears and asked back. ¡°I¡¯d rather say that it¡¯s not going to die like that.¡± ¡°Oh, I thought you wished to die again. There¡¯s no way Mirania could say such a violent thing.¡± Known for her gentle nature as a witch, Mirania sighed with a grim face at Chera¡¯s nonchalant response. Her gentle personality was an absolute exception to Grecan and Leberians alone. No matter how good a man was, if he was torn to death by the same opponent for decades, he would not be able to maintain his original self. ¡°But now it¡¯s so small and ugly.¡± Mirania looked at Grecan with troubled eyes. When their eyes meet, he shows her teeth as if he¡¯s going to kill her. ¡°Grr! Crr! Crung! Rungg-ung!¡± Considering her obsession with the heroine Alice, I should instill ¡°obedience¡± deep in his bones. I mean, the right education¡­ No, the word education seems not appropriate. ¡°Wasn¡¯t this a beast?¡± A stubborn little wolf who doesn¡¯t even listen. Human education would not work on such a beast. Mirania¡¯s gold eyes flashed sharply. Raising¡­ Right, I should start raising him. (N: ??- Breeding/Raising/Training. This word was also used in the novel¡¯s name.) ¡°Huh!¡± Mirania, whose eyes shone determinedly, sighed after hearing the fierce cry of Grecan. It was the first time out of 10 regression that I turned to the direction of ¡®Raising¡¯ him completely, not just killing and fighting over again. ¡°Anyway, I took him and got out of there safe anyway.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You didn¡¯t even meet Balkan? The head of the wolf smells worse, didn¡¯t you avoid it well?¡± The one thing that Mirania was proud of and made her grin, Chera spit out with a ridiculous face. ¡°I¡¯m proud of what I did.¡± ¡°¡­Huh?¡± Chera¡¯s face began to change. Her chin turned red and then her forehead also heated up. Mirania flicked her finger. A chilly bag of ice appeared. It¡¯s an ice bag dedicated to Chera that gets easily flustered. ¡°Cool down, Chera.¡± Chera¡¯s hair stood upright as if she was more angry at the way Mirania spoke with worry. ¡°Come to think of it, you just went into the wolf¡¯s den.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Without countermeasures?¡± ¡°It wasn¡¯t without.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t call invisibility magic a countermeasure.¡± ¡°What a spell! How much magic does it consume? And I didn¡¯t even get caught.¡± ¡°That¡¯s because the wolves are stupid.¡± Chera slammed the table. Mirania pulled her legs off. It wasn¡¯t a fluke. I went into a wolf den like this before and came out safely. In fact, the second time I sneaked into the wolf den, I had a little problem. I ran into the wolf chief. I almost got caught then, but I avoided it this time. But Chera was literally upset, not knowing what Mirania believed. ¡°Don¡¯t go out without a word next time. Do you understand that?¡± ¡°What¡­¡± ¡°Mirania? Am I getting angry over nothing?¡± It wasn¡¯t just a word. Chera¡¯s face turned redder. Like ripe cherries. As Milania laughed unknowingly, Chera¡¯s eyes glowed. Mirania¡¯s eyes grew sullen. ¡°All right.¡± ¡°Okay, then. Anyway, you¡¯re here safely now. Of course, even if the whole pack rushed in, how dare they try to hurt the great witch. But it still smells dirty.¡± Chera grumbled and sprayed her herbal perfume on Mirania. It was natural for Chera to ignore wolves by calling them furry beasts, but Mirania, who had already been killed by the youngest wolf chief for the tenth time, quietly curled closed her lips. After Chera¡¯s anger subsided her skin color became a little pale. She turned her gaze to Grecan, who was chewing the wire mesh inside the cage. Transparent saliva flowed down the black bars. Chera trembled¡­ ¡°You brought one of the little wolves?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Is he an orphan?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± Mirania tilted her head. ¡°Don¡¯t you know the nature of the furry beast? If someone had stolen their cub, they¡¯d be making a fuss looking for the criminal. That¡¯s all you¡¯ve been thinking about, right? No parents?¡± Chera explained with a grain of salt. Mirania sweats as she looks at the face of Chera, she thought she brought it in after thinking about it. ¡®He¡¯s not an orphan, he¡¯s the son of the Balkan.¡¯ If I say this, I think Chera¡¯s sunken face would turn red again. ¡°Uh, well¡­¡± ¡°Why was it so ugly? Maybe because it¡¯s an orphan. It looks cute in some way. I think it¡¯s okay to have a wolf as a pet, but¡­ as long as it doesn¡¯t hurt you.¡± ¡°¡­yes.¡± ¡°Now that it¡¯s here, I can¡¯t help it.¡± Chera observed Grecan with slightly softened eyes. Looking at Chera, Mirania chewed on her lips. ¡°Yes, he¡¯s the son of Balkan, but he¡¯s a child and he was left behind so¡­¡± ¡°Oh, my gosh! The fierce period.¡± Chera shouted as her finger was almost bitten by Grecan. Chera, who put her fingers close to the cage, shut her mouth like a crocodile, then shook her hand and glanced at Mirania. ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°Oh, yes, it doesn¡¯t really matter, but as I said he was the son of Balkan ¡± Mirania whispered once again. It was a small voice, but the name ¡°Balkan¡± was heard clearly, and Chera tilted her head back and forth in wonder. ¡°What?¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s okay. What do you say? It¡¯s going to be our secret that he was the son of Balkan.¡± ¡®If someone hears it, they¡¯ll think it¡¯s the chief¡¯s son.¡¯ Chera slowly grabbed the back of her neck and saw Mirania¡¯s brazen face as she tried to scream. ¡°The son of Ba-balkan? The Balkan I know?¡± Mirania nodded. ¡°You can¡¯t, no, I don¡¯t think so. The onlyBalkan I know was the wolf¡¯s chief. That stupid wolf?¡± Chera¡¯s face turned red quietly once again. Mirania spoke anxiously, placing an ice bag against Chera¡¯s cheek. ¡°Watch your blood pressure.¡± ¡°Mirania!¡± Bang!~ Chera hit the table with her hands and jumped up. Grecan, who was biting the wire mesh with his teeth, was surprised and listened. ¡°Well, what did you do! Kidnapping the son of the wolf leader! If you want to go to war, you just have to say it! Then I would have prepared everything step by step!¡± Chera acted as if the declaration of war had just fallen. ¡°It¡¯s okay, even if there¡¯s no war.¡± ¡°How are you sure about that? It¡¯s not like you don¡¯t know how crazy wolves are about their kin, what more of their babies.¡± The wolf¡¯s love for his family was very famous. ¡°It¡¯s all right.¡± ¡°Why?¡± ¡°It¡¯s Ramie¡¯s son.¡± ¡°Ramie? Balkan¡¯s wife? The one who died?¡± ¡°Yes, she died giving birth to Grecan.¡± Chera, who realized the situation at the words, sat down again. ¡°So that¡¯s what happened.¡± The face that seemed to understand became mysterious. There was no one in the continent who was unaware of the Balkan¡¯s situation, who almost went mad with grief and anger after losing Ramie. It was not unreasonable for the Balkan to dislike their son, who was born at the expense of Ramie¡¯s life. ¡®At any rate, Balkan shouldn¡¯t be a problem.¡¯ When I killed him before, of course, he was revived as an immortal, but Balkan didn¡¯t make an issue about it. Grecan was a troublemaker for the wolves. ¡°I also feel sorry for this little one.¡± ¡°¡­uh, well.¡± ¡°We¡¯ll see about that. Why did you bring Balkan¡¯s child? You don¡¯t have to go all the way there.¡± Mirania looked around. Chera loses her reasons easily, but sometimes it¡¯s difficult when she¡¯s sharp like this. The answer to the question popped into my head. There¡¯s a lot to say, but I couldn¡¯t simply tell her. ¡®Cause he¡¯s going to kill me later.¡¯ But if I said so, it¡¯s hard to make her understand. What should I say? While contemplating, I got a hint from Chera¡¯s words. ¡°Just like you said. I¡¯m going to raise a wolf as a pet.¡± ¡°¡­the son of the Balkan?¡± ¡®Oh, Chera was a good person, but sometimes she puts people in trouble.¡¯ Mirania pulled her hair with her fingers and nodded her head roughly. I hope you don¡¯t ask me any more troublesome questions. Chapter 5 ¡°Mi-Mirania?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Raising? Like childcare?¡± ¡°Breeding¡­¡± ¡°Yes?¡± Mirania corrected with a graceful speech. ¡°It¡¯s not parenting, it¡¯s about raising and teaching them.¡± Chera¡¯s face was engulfed in great disbelief. ¡°Anyway, all the witches know that Mirania¡¯s parenting skills are terrible.¡± Pretending not to know her words, Mirania dragged the cage in front of her. Grecan, who thought he could tear off the bars with his teeth, kept biting the cage with his lips quenched in saliva. ¡°¡­it¡¯s dirty.¡± ¡°Originally, any creature was a little dirty when it¡¯s young. Would you be able to raise it though?¡± Chera, who became excited at the thought of screwing the head of the wolf race, glanced at Grecan. ¡°By the way, what should we feed to that wolf cub?¡± ¡°¡­they¡¯re meat eaters, they¡¯re carnivorous.¡± ¡°Could I feed him regular food?¡± Chera shrugged her shoulders. Mirania no longer asked because she was not interested in such things. ¡°I¡¯ll have to get some food for this child.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± When Chera left, Mirania took him to the cage and moved him to the top of the witch room. At the end of the string that led to the ceiling, there was a steel bent in the shape of a hook. The cage was originally hung in that hook. Mirania hung the cage of Grecan on the hook. ¡°Come to think of it, it¡¯s the first time I¡¯ve heard anything alive since Bibi.¡± Bibi was a huge hawk. After healing the wounded hawk, the bird never left and became my companion. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± Grecan let out a ferocious cry toward Mirania, who was once again immersed in her own thoughts. He must be tired from tension since he was kidnapped, but he was still ferocious without showing any signs of it. As time passed, Grecan¡¯s hostility toward me seemed to grow rather than diminish. ¡°If you hate me, I also have to hate you, but why do you hate me so much?¡± Mirania grumbled because she was displeased at Grecan. ¡°You don¡¯t even remember.¡± That¡¯s why I¡¯m confused at first. The tenacious Grecan and the reckless Leberians. The memories of them are so vivid, but in the world where I returned to, they could not remember anything at all. It was clear who my enemy was, but I don¡¯t know why they¡¯re my enemy. There were several times when I hit my head on a rock in frustration. They don¡¯t remember, so they shouldn¡¯t have any ill feelings. Why does Grecan¡¯s temper get more and more ferocious every time I return? ¡°Does it mean that the soul remembers even though the mind couldn¡¯t remember?¡± If so, then I could understand that hostility. It¡¯s a broken world anyway, so I wasn¡¯t surprised if something strange happened. ¡°Grr! Creung¡­ crr¡­ creung!¡± As Mirania spoke to herself, Grecan cried out in displeasure. Mirania frowns. ¡°It¡¯s noisy.¡± ¡°Crrr¡­creung, crrr!¡± ¡°Mouth.¡± (N: Mirania¡¯s spell to shut someone¡¯s mouth.) ¡°¡­¡± When I cast the witch spell, there¡¯s no more noise that could be heard. Only then did Mirania, who became satisfied, smiled. I was very hungry because I couldn¡¯t eat breakfast to kidnap Grecan. Mirania turned her back on Grecan, and she chewed on the leaves and apples of the witch¡¯s tree. After she ate, she thought of making up for her lack of sleep. And an hour later, Mirania fell into a deep sleep on the bed. ¡°Creung! Grrr! Grrr¡­ grrr¡­!¡± Mirania opened her eyes. ¡°Creung, crr..grrr¡­ creung!¡± The weeping sound rang in my ears. The sound echoed in Mirania¡¯s ears and she opened her gold eyes, which had not yet slept enough. Grecan was crying inside the cage. Because he was expressing his anger with his whole body, the cage shook as if it would fall off. When I checked the time, it had not been an hour since I cast the witch¡¯s spell. ¡°But the spell was already lifted?¡± Although the witch¡¯s spell effect depends on the opponent, it could last half a day. ¡®The chiefs are strong, so the spell doesn¡¯t last as long, but he was still just a wolf cub who didn¡¯t know how to transform into a human.¡¯ Having grasped the situation, Mirania placed one hand on her forehead. ¡°What a damn world¡­¡± The way this bastard¡¯s world came to be, the balance was so horrendous. I, the great witch, was destined to die as a cure for the heroine of this world. Therefore, as one of the absolutes in the world, my power was limited only to the male protagonists. This was one of the laws of this world that I had learned with my body, having fought them over and over again. Mirania has become a nervous wreck. It was because I had not slept well enough that my mood had deteriorated. It¡¯s because of the howling of Grecan, the enemy among all my enemies. ¡°Crrr! Creung¡­crr! Crrr!¡± A painful noise continued. ¡®Even if I cast a witch spell, if it would be lifted soon, it¡¯ll be noisy again.¡¯ ¡°Creung..crr!¡± As Mirania approached, Grecan¡¯s barking grew more intense. Mirania took the cage out of the hook. Clank~ I opened the door and threw the cage. Thud! The cage fell to the floor. ¡°Crr?¡± Grecan¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°Go out and bark.¡± A voice that was colder than usual came out due to lack of sleep. The eyes were as cold as ice. Grecan thrust his sharp teeth into the cage as if to chew it. ¡°Creung, crr¡­!¡± Bang~ When I closed the door, the sound was cut off. Mirania crawled back into bed with a satisfied look on her face. I pulled a thin but warm blanket woven from leaves down my neck, covering me, and closed my eyes again. It was after I had completely erased my thoughts about Grecan. ???? Four hours later, Mirania, who had made up for her lack of sleep, opened her eyes. The golden eyes overflowed with gentle light. ¡°That was a good sleep.¡± I sipped the water I had left at my bedside and tilted my head. ¡°Wait, I think I forgot something.¡± It didn¡¯t occur to me until I was lost in thought. ¡°Oh, right! Grecan.¡± I lifted myself up and opened the door. ¡®It¡¯s going to be noisy again.¡¯ But it was quieter than I thought. ¡®What?¡¯ I pushed the door open a little more. The cage remained in the same position where it was thrown earlier. Mirania squatted on her knees in front of the cage. An even breath sounded from the wolf cub¡¯s curled up body. I wondered why you were quiet, so you just fell asleep. ¡°I should¡­¡± Mirania, habitually trying to talk to herself, shut up for fear that Grecan would wake up again and make a noise. ¡®It¡¯s nice to be quiet.¡¯ I was thinking about moving the cage, but I quit because I was afraid Grecan would wake up. Instead, I watched Gregan closely. It was a black, feisty, young wolf. A small, nasty wolf who couldn¡¯t eat properly. The face protruding from the side of the tail was as smooth as the snout. Mirania stared at Grecan with fresh eyes. Most of my previous lives, I met Grecan and Leberians as adults, so I was more familiar with their human form. ¡®This beast would eventually¡­¡¯ I thought of the young Grecan, a young man who looked good enough to stare at. Although he was of little value to Mirania, who had lived for a thousand years. Even compared to the eighth emperor, who was considered the most handsome man in history, he had a face that did not boil over Mirania¡¯s interest, so it might be better as something worth looking at. Mirania liked the appearance of the wolf cub more than the young human Grecan. Although he was quite arrogant for a baby, I didn¡¯t treat him as an intelligent child, and in terms of the ecology of a witch, he was not even a child. He was a young and weak beast for now. ¡®Yes, Grecan¡¯s still a cub anyway.¡¯ No matter how much I try to fight, I won¡¯t be able to escape, and I won¡¯t get 20 years older in a day unless this broken world goes completely crazy. In other words, the present Grecan was not a threat to me right now. ¡®Then, shouldn¡¯t I do it like I did with Bibi?¡¯ No need to think too hard about it. ¡®What did I do when Bibi was young¡­?¡¯ It was easy without a method or anything. Most animals used to behave in front of her. ¡®Bibi wasn¡¯t this unusual when he was young.¡¯ I just fed him, played with him, and put him to sleep. ¡®What else would Grecan need?¡¯ Mirania with her arms closed was in agony, thinking what else does the little wolf cub need. First of all, food, bed, clothes¡­ what else do you need? Second, was it fun? When playing with Bibi, I used treasure hunting a lot. It was a game where Bibi came after hiding my favorite things. So should I play with him and train him at the same time? Third, well¡­ ¡®Do we need a third one?¡¯ Gradually, it became a nuisance to use my head and think, but I decided to keep thinking a little more because I felt like I had to fill the third one. Bibi was smart but could not speak. Grecan was a wolf, but he would be able to speak human language. ¡®Shall I teach you how to speak?¡¯ Conversations were essential to brainwashing. ¡®Yes, it might be nice to teach him how to speak.¡¯ Did he even notice that I was watching him? Grecan, who was sleeping well, opened his eyes wide. Mirania, who was proud of her plans, grinned while looking at Grecan. ¡°You can¡¯t spit on a smiling witch.¡± ¡°Grr! Creung! Creung! Crrr, grr!¡± Grecan started barking like crazy. Mirania, whose smile broke, shrugged her shoulders and said, ¡°What do you think?¡± ¡®Well, there¡¯s gonna be exceptions.¡¯ Chapter 6 Perhaps it was because she had lived for nearly a thousand years, Mirania did not have clear reference about everything in the world. The source of the witch was nature. Born in trees, the temperament of the great witch resembles nature. They could let anything go, like a flowing river. Only the wolves and bats, who were instinctively rejected, were among the ¡°hate axes.¡± Then Mirania also had something she hated the most. The best or worst young leader in the history of the wolves and bats. It was Grecan and Leberians. [Witch, give me your heart.] He demanded proudly with indifferent eyes. From our first meeting, Grecan spit those miserable words. [It¡¯s good to be able to revive a fairy that would soon die with a body that¡¯s going to die now, with the heart of that body.] A young wolf just over twenty years old. For Mirania, who had lived close to a thousand years, it was a sneer-worthy opponent. Until his mighty hand, the most ferocious wolf chief in history, penetrated my heart. [You don¡¯t need a heart to save your fairy. Listen to me first, for now.] [How could I trust a witch? Don¡¯t be silly, just give me your heart.] As it repeated itself, I was now nervous hearing his words. Black hair and eyes. A face with small scars here and there with frequent fights where instinct came first. A high-stretched nose that shows off its ferocious nature. The eyes that radiated hostility were vivid even after decades. Grecan trudging in with his overwhelming muscle packed body became Mirania¡¯s nightmare and resentment. ¡°¡­oh no!¡± Opening my eyes, I realized that I had ruined the good sleep. The whole day I had nightmares about Grecan and Leberians, so I didn¡¯t feel so good. Perhaps because Grecan was nearby, the nightmare was more vivid than ever. ¡°Phew¡­¡± It was then that a growl was heard in Mirania¡¯s ears as she sighed. Ack! Mirania turned her head and found two twinkling eyes in the darkness. I was puzzled. ¡®I¡¯m sure I had put you outside.¡¯ As I hurriedly glanced to the side, I saw the door was slightly open. The situation in which Grecan was unable to dehumanize. ¡®How did you open that door?¡¯ The question was not important at this point. Grecan lowered himself to the floor and jumped like a ferocious frog. ¡°Oh, my God!¡± Mirania quickly took the tassels of his bondage and evaded his body. ¡°Bind!¡± A wave of mana was shot towards Grecan. The spell barely passed Grecan. Grecan, who turned his body to dodge the spell, landed on the wooden bed on which Mirania was lying. The quilt of leaves was torn to shreds from his sharp, protruding claws. This time, I flicked my finger. Bibi¡¯s cage, which was summoned, fell down, but Grecan quickly avoided it and the cage fell on the bed. ¡°Creung!¡± Grecan flew towards Mirania. Although Grecan was only two or three times the size of an adult¡¯s head, the force he attacked was terrifying. A heart-piercing scene flashed through the mind of Mirania, who had just had a nightmare of Grecan. It was then. ¡°Cooo!¡± A huge bird flew out of the window and pecked Grecan¡¯s head. ¡°Grr¡­grrr!¡± Grecan, who groaned painfully, cried at the bird, but the bird with a bigger body than Grecan pecked his head with a sharp beak. ¡°Grrr!¡± Grecan waves one of his arms to chase the bird away, his mouth wide open and his sharp teeth sticking out. Grecan¡¯s attention seemed to have shifted from Mirania to the new giant bird. In the meantime, Mirania snapped her fingers. The cage fell over Grecan. Bang! A bird pecking with his claws and beak, as if to tease Grecan, flew up and landed on Mirania¡¯s forearm. ¡°Grrr!¡± Grecan, trapped in a cage, screamed. Mirania clicked her tongue and shook her head. The bird that had attacked Grecan without hesitation gently extended its beak to Mirania and rubbed it against her cheek. The beak was cold and smooth. Mirania scratched the bird¡¯s head gently with her fingers. ¡°Coo,coo!¡± The bird waved its wings and cried as if in a good mood. Trapped in a cage, Grecan was staring blankly at the sight with his snout tucked between the bars. ¡°Did you have fun, Bibi?¡± At Mirania¡¯s sweet words, Bibi nodded his head, sweeping her cheeks up and down with his beak. When first found him, Bibi was about the size of two hands put together, but after 10 years, it has grown into a hawk larger than any other boy. Along with the eagle, the hawk was the hunter of the sky, the ¡®king of the sky.¡¯ Bibi, who has grown in strength and size, scurries outside to see if there was anything he could do. Sometimes he stopped by the witch¡¯s castle, but somehow the timing was good. Scratching Bibi¡¯s face with her fingers, Mirania glanced at Grecan in the cage. Grecan¡¯s eyes glowed as he was stared at. ¡°Crr¡­¡± Even though it wasn¡¯t a human face, it showed a wild and rough expression. ¡°Ugh, how should I raise him?¡± The first step was to change Grecan to be able to rest safely, but I couldn¡¯t believe I ran into such difficulty from the beginning. Mirania sighed, sealed his cage and lifted it. Then she opened the door again and threw it outside. ¡°Creung!¡± ¡°With time, you¡¯ll lose your energy anyway.¡± I¡¯ll have to wait and see. ??? But even after that, Grecan¡¯s hostility did not diminish. Obviously, the question of how he escaped when he was locked up in a cage was easily solved. ¡®I should catch the culprit.¡¯ Mirania left Grecan outside and secretly observed him through the gap in the slightly opened door. Grecan, who was thrown out of the cage without fail, sat still and tapped the bars with his feet. ¡®You wouldn¡¯t be able to escape like that.¡¯ Human hand movements were required to unlock the cage. Mirania was puzzled, but continued to observe silently. Tak, tak. Grecan slammed the fence with his foot and gently lowered it. As if waiting for something. ¡®¡­?¡¯ He started to hear footsteps coming from the stairs. Grecan¡¯s ears perked up. I turned my gaze towards the stairs. ¡°I kept hearing something.¡± The person who appeared was a witch with a silly appearance. The witch¡¯s castle did not employ anyone like the human world. Witches who regard self-sufficiency as an important way of life make the witch community roll by performing their respective roles responsibly. In the meantime, there are witches who volunteer to clean up the surroundings of the great witch, Mirania, and that was one of those people. ¡°Oh my, I was just wondering, but the puppy was locked up again.¡± ¡®Puppy?¡¯ Milania frowns. How could that be a puppy? ¡®You¡¯ll know the truth just by looking at it once.¡¯ What she meant was that Mirania, who looked at Grecan while clicking her tongue, felt as if she had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer. ¡°Crrr¡­¡± Grecan, who was barking madly at the sight of Mirania, was moaning weakly toward the other witch. He looks up at the witch with his black eyes lit up like lanterns. Mirania rubbed her eyes in disbelief. ¡®What?¡¯ ¡°Oh, poor thing. If you live in a cage like this, you won¡¯t be able to grow up properly.¡± In the witch¡¯s castle, most of the animals roamed freely. The witch¡¯s reaction was nothing unusual if she sees Grecan as an ordinary dog. Grecan was still small because he¡¯s still young and wasn¡¯t fed well. At first glance, he might look like a puppy. Besides, ¡°Creung, cung!¡± Mirania was distraught by the sight of Grecan acting like a vulnerable dog. ¡°I brought dried beef jerky just in case, and that¡¯s great.¡± He ate the jerky from the witch¡¯s hand. ¡®You¡¯re eating well, that¡¯s good. Mirania was dumbfounded and couldn¡¯t say anything. Grecan chewed up the beef jerky. ¡®No wonder, I didn¡¯t feed you enough, but I kept wondering why you were alive, and that¡¯s what happened!¡¯ ¡°Go run around and grow up a lot, baby.¡± The witch unlocked the cage. Mirania unknowingly held her forehead. She was the culprit. ¡°Linda, come over here!¡± ¡°Yes, I got it!¡± The witch jumped up and went down the stairs. As the sound of her footsteps faded, Grecan gnawed at the beef jerky, and then slammed the cage door with one foot. Strolling out of the cage, staring at Mirania¡¯s room. Mirania, who watched Grecan¡¯s ¡®secret escape¡¯ through the crack in the door, made eye contact with him. ¡°¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s black eyes glistened. The snout opened as if he was smiling. As soon as Mirania instinctively stepped back from the door. Bang! The door opened with a loud sound, and Grecan jumped in. He lowered his body to gain strength for the jump and ran straight to Mirania. His teeth shone sharply between his open mouth. A pointed tooth bit Mirania¡¯s thigh. But after a while, he staggered back as fast as he had been rushing. ¡°Creung!¡± Grecan¡¯s eyes widened as if they were about to pop out. Bang! Grecan bumped into the wall and slid down the wall helplessly. ¡°Creung¡­¡± Perhaps the shock was quite big, but the ferocious energy was drained from his body and drooped. Mirania quickly looked down at the thigh that Grecan had bitten. The silver dress woven with spider webs had two holes in the thigh. The area around the hole was ragged by how strongly Grecan bit. Whew, Milania sighed. ¡°I would have been in big trouble if I hadn¡¯t put up a defense spell in advance.¡± If I did, I would have a hole in my thigh. Knowing that Grecan¡¯s movements did not work, Mirania hung a spell on the clothes she was wearing in advance. The art of defense spells was attacking the opponent and returning its force. ¡°I couldn¡¯t believe I¡¯d still have a hole in my clothes.¡± It must have been a cub that was still weaker than a normal wolf. Such enormous tenacity, Mirania sticks his tongue out. She walked over to Grecan, who had fallen, and lifted him by the neck. Chapter 7 Totally unconscious, Grecan hung from Mirania¡¯s hand, without resistance. Mirania looked down at Grecan, lifting him up near her face. ¡°It¡¯s impossible to raise him rationally.¡± After observing Grecan for a few days and struggling against his tenacity, I realized something. The set flow of this world was that Mirania loses her heart for the fairy heroine, Alice. This world moves for its flow even when it¡¯s broken. If Grecan¡¯s outburst of hostility towards Mirania was also in the context of this world, raising him in the usual way wouldn¡¯t help. It wouldn¡¯t be difficult if the goal was to raise him like livestock. However, Mirania raised and comforted Grecan, and she wanted him to give up the act of aiming at her heart. ¡°After all, that¡¯s the only way¡­¡± * * * Night of obedience. Just hearing those words reminds me of a secret night, but it¡¯s the name of an object. An object invented by a dark lunatic to deal with his slaves, and those wearing the ¡®night of obedience¡® couldn¡¯t resist the words of the caster. Mirania came up with just the right way to deal with Grecan, but she put it aside. The object itself was quite attractive, but the owner of that object, Malandor, has a rather difficult personality. ¡®It¡¯s not necessary right now.¡¯ Determined to get rid of Grecan spite as she first thought, Mirania decided to starve Grecan. ¡°Will that work?¡± At the same time, Chera, who was about to feed the familiars under the castle, heard Mirania¡¯s plan and tilted her head in annoyance. Mirania, who locked Grecan in a cage and banned other witches from entering her room, had fled because she was tired of hearing Grecan¡¯s barking. Mirania, with wrinkled brows, crossed her arms and didn¡¯t say anything. She looks lost in thought. Cherra shrugged and bent one of her knees to the ground. ¡°Come here.¡± The calm bush began to shake as she lightly tapped the dirt floor with the back of her clenched fist. ¡°It may not be enough, but¡­ Still, it would be sufficient to affect the three major needs of living things. What would he do if he¡¯s hungry and has no energy? He would have no other choice but to listen to me.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right, but they¡¯re stubborn? Well, even though it¡¯s still a cub, would he kneel because he¡¯s hungry?¡± A small, black, damp nose popped out from the bushes. Chera puts crushed walnuts on her palm and the nose shakes as it smells the nut. Soon after, there were about ten gray rats that appeared among the bushes. Their long body, plus the tail, the rats were about the length of wrist to elbow, they raised their front paws towards Chera. Squeak! Squeak, squeak! ¡°Let¡¯s eat, guys.¡± Chera put walnuts on their outstretched paw in a friendly voice. Mirania crossed her arms. ¡°No matter how hungry they were, what can I do? If they¡¯re smart, they¡¯ll understand.¡± However she wasn¡¯t confident even as she listened to herself say those words. Balkan, the current wolf leader, was famous for his unwavering love for his late wife. Those who admired Balkan followed him, calling him ¡°the unshakable Balkan.¡± A stubborn wolf. It¡¯s not just about having a single spouse for the rest of his life. Their luxurious taste, which doesn¡¯t eat rotten meat, no matter how hungry they are, was also one aspect of the ¡®stubborn wolf¡¯. Of course, this was also a term given by those who view wolves favorably, and Chera called them ¡®a tribe who needs to have their stomachs attached to their backs to come to their senses.¡¯ Indeed, Chera was full of ridicule. ¡°The self-proclaimed valiant wolf?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Well, if the arrogant furries obey people because they¡¯re hungry, I¡¯ll be the first to cut off their bread. Wouldn¡¯t it be fun?¡± Witches like cleanliness, so they tend to dislike wolves that give off a stinging smell, but for Chera it was particularly harsh. Mirania clicked her tongue. ¡°It¡¯s not good if the phobia was known. The times are changing. Now it¡¯s an era of harmony, not confrontation.¡± Chera pouted her lips with a look of disapproval. ¡°If the former wolf chief apologizes to me.¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t Barcan go on a trip. With his wife.¡± ¡°Then he should apologize when comes back.¡±, Chera bit her lips and said. The little friends who had gathered around her noticed and ate the walnuts. Some rubbed their faces against Chera¡¯s fingers to soothe her. Unlike Mirania, Chera, who had many familiars, took care of them with love. Although Chera has less magical control, she has a friendly personality who takes good care of children and raises animals well. The reason why she became a ¡®Bloody Chera¡® and showed hostility toward the wolves was because of the former leader, Barcan. (N: ???/Barcan- previous wolf leader. ??/Balkan- Grecan¡¯s father the current wolf head. These two are different.) At the time, Chera was thirteen. Chera was a girl with delicate nerves. One day, while she was picking flowers in the mountains to make a bouquet, she suffered a disaster in which a poop fell over her head. Barcan had his business on a cliff just above where Chera was. -[Wh-what is this? This- Smell¡­ Argh!!] At Chera¡¯s ripping scream, Barcan stretched his head out and checked below, and pulled his head back after seeing the little witch¡¯s poodle. Then he left as if nothing had happened. Chera, who managed to see his face, trembled. Until fellow witches who heard her scream rushed in and discovered the tragedy. She went out to pick pretty flowers and was suddenly baptized with poop, and Chera¡¯s bloody anger, after being ignored, was directed at Barcan of the wolf tribe. ¡°Anyway, you¡¯ll have to work hard to turn that wolf cub into a pet wolf.¡± ¡°Phew¡­¡± At Chera¡¯s pitiful words, Mirania sighed. ¡°You¡¯re having a hard time. Why don¡¯t you just change your mind?¡± Mirania, who had just thought about it, looked up and stared at her room because it seemed worth a try. Suddenly, Mirania felt a strange gaze and squinted. A black thing popped out of the window from her room. ¡®There¡­¡¯ I¡¯m sure Grecan¡¯s there. ¡°Huh¡­?¡± Mirania, in a moment of bewilderment, a black and voluminous thing slid completely out of the window and fell at a furious speed towards Mirania. The color of Mirania¡¯s face changed abruptly. ¡°Look out!¡± Chera immediately took her familiars in her arms and ducked over the bush. Mirania levitated and backed away. As soon as her feet touched the ground again, a black object fell on her original spot where she was standing. Boom!- A roar rang out. It was clear that it had been smashed. Mirania moved to the place where the unknown object fell. Chera, who had hid her head through the bushes, crept up and looked down at the ground. The rats gathered at her feet followed along, squealing and watching her. As the cloud of dust settled, the identity of the object was revealed. ¡°¡­isn¡¯t this Bibi¡¯s cage?¡± Mirania nodded gently at the words of Chera, who broke the silence. Mirania and Chera looked up at the same time. At the window of Mirania¡¯s room where the cage had fallen, Grecan was sticking his little head out and looking down below at her. He¡¯s blunt snout was forming into a curve as if smiling. ¡°Grrrrrrrr!!!¡± Although it was quite a distance, the screeching sound could be heard clearly. Would it be a smiling face for a human being? ¡°It¡¯s like an animal.¡± Cherra said tiredly. ¡°It¡¯s a beast¡­¡± Mirania with a blank expression corrected her. There¡¯s no such thing as a difference between an animal, but Grecan was a beast. ¡°How the hell did he get out of the cage?¡± At her absurd question, Chera pointed her finger at Grecan. ¡°It changed to human.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Only the hand.¡± It was true when Mirania looked closely. Only the hand on the window frame was in human form. He must have opened the cage himself with that hand. There was silence. ¡°¡­Is that possible?¡± ¡°Did you really want to escape from the cage that badly?¡± Chera, who finished speaking in question, shook her head. ¡°I think he¡¯s the craziest wolf cub I¡¯ve ever seen. He¡¯s been so cute ever since he was a baby. That¡¯s a big problem.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Unlike Mirania, who had a crumpled expression, Chera seemed to have developed an interest. ¡°Are you running wild because you¡¯re still a baby?¡± ¡°No.¡± Mirania flatly denied it and said it seriously. ¡°He¡¯ll grow more.¡± ¡°Yes?¡± Mirania sighed gloomily, glancing at Chera, who didn¡¯t understand what she was saying. It¡¯s not because he¡¯s a baby. If he grows more. He¡¯ll be such a disgusting guy. ¡°Just use the night of obedience.¡± ¡°You hate wolves and bats, but is he okay? He¡¯s a kid who rolls around in brimstone.¡± ¡°At least we keep it clean here.¡± ¡°It¡¯s easy for you to say that when it¡¯s not your job. Mirania, biting her tongue, raised her hand and summoned her staff. A silver birch staff came into her right hand. ¡°I¡¯ll take care of it and come back.¡± ¡°Yes, please fix it¡¯s manners. What a wolf cub.¡± Chera had no doubt that Mirania would scold the cheeky wolf. It¡¯s a reaction that comes from not knowing that Mirania¡¯s abilities don¡¯t work well on the male lead due to the nature of this world. Mirania climbed the stairs with the protective tassel fastened over her body. At times like this, she thought the same. Mirania unlocked the door with her magic. ¡®He¡¯ll be hiding behind the door!¡¯ ¡°Grrr!¡± She calmly swung her staff towards Grecan, who, as expected, leaped out of his hiding place and rushed at her. The Great Witch¡¯s great magic doesn¡¯t work well for Grecan. Mirania grabbed her staff across and squeezed Grecan¡¯s neck as he rushed forward. As she ran along and hit him, she pulled her staff over Grecan, who was crouching. ¡°Growl!¡± Grecan struggled angrily, and she wobbly grasped her staff firmly. It¡¯s the method she used to catch snakes, but she didn¡¯t expect it to work on wolves. This could also work because Grecan was still young. ¡®It wouldn¡¯t work if he grows bigger. It would be difficult.¡¯ If he grows more I¡¯ll be really in trouble. Chapter 8 [Night of Obedience] ¡°Grrr!¡± Grecan swung his sharp hand. Mirania, dodging his claw attack by lifting one foot, snapped her finger. Shh! A strong yellow string summoned from the air wrapped around Grecan¡¯s body. ¡®I was a little worried about his strong resistance, but I managed to bind him.¡¯ With his limbs tied tightly, Grecan couldn¡¯t resist the string wrapping him and twisted his body. ¡°Grrr!¡± Mirania took a step back and waited for Grecan to run out of energy. Half an hour after that. Grecan went on a rampage to get out of the string binding him for half an hour. ¡°Crr, grrr¡­¡± Exhausted, his tongue hangs out and seemingly closes his eyes half way. Looking at his eyes, he looks like he¡¯s about to give out. While watching him, Mirania clicked her tongue. ¡®Even if I didn¡¯t feed him well, it¡¯s so hard to subdue although he wasn¡¯t strong enough.¡¯ She was never in a good position for a non-physical Milanian. It was never a good situation for Milan, not for the physical. ¡®Before it grew up¡­¡¯ I felt uneasy every time I thought of visiting Malandor. Mirania looked at the exhausted Grecan before completely closing her eyes. ¡®Should I just kill him?¡¯ After thinking so, Mirania¡¯s gold eyes turned bright yellow. Until now, no matter how peaceful it was, even if it was pushed into a cliff or thrown into the sea, it would come back alive, but if it were to be killed and sealed, there would be a way out of this world no matter what shape it was. Mirania has been troubled over and over again. I have to be careful not to make the wrong decision because he would rip my heart out again and regress once more. Eventually she shook her head. ¡®No, I can¡¯t give up already.¡¯ The reward must be as sweet as my patience tastes bitter. Calmly suppressing her troubled heart, Mirania sighed weakly. At that moment, the harsh breathing of Grecan became calm. Mirania¡¯s eyes glistened. ¡®Are you sleeping?¡¯ This time she couldn¡¯t overcome her greed. A short dagger emerged in the palm of her hand, the tip tickled her finger. Mirania carefully grabbed the handle of the dagger and focused on Grecan. I have to do this quickly¡­ Before he opened his eyes! Clank- A dagger was thrown toward Grecan¡¯s heart. The moment the sharp tip of the dagger touches Grecan¡¯s chest. Clink- Mirania, terrified, raised the dagger to her eye level. The tip was bent, and the dagger became a curved knife. At that moment, Grecan opened his eyes wide. Mirania, whose eyes were wide open, hid the bent dagger behind her back. Their eyes met. ¡°¡­¡± ¡°¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s black eyes gleamed with suspicion. Mirania smiled forcefully, wondering if she had been caught. ¡®For this plan to succeed, I must have a good relationship with this little wolf, Grecan¡­¡¯ It would have been a disaster if I was caught. Mirania¡¯s smile, which concealed her inner feelings, became sweet. Grecan¡¯s eyes twinkled. His mouth opened, ¡°Grrr!¡± The teeth exposed inside the ferocious open snout sparkled sharply. Mirania¡¯s face crumpled seeing it. ¡°You son of a b-, you have a really dirty temper.¡± Finally, harsh words came out of her lips. As if she had been taking a break until now, her ears were numb at the sound of Grecan¡¯s mad barking. Mirania covered her ears with both her hands. ¡®I can¡¯t do this anymore.¡¯ I guess I¡¯ll have to find Malandor. * * * The dark realm or the magic world. Some humans mistakenly believe that they go to hell as punishment, but it¡¯s truly a real world located in the underworld. Dark people, who live in the underworld, are a race known for their dark skin and necromantic skills that wield the dead. The dark world that embraced the energy of death was at odds with Mirania. Among them, Malandor, who introduced himself as the Duke of the Dark Realm, was first known when he settled in the Witch Forest hundreds of years ago. From the thought of meeting him, Mirania was disturbed throughout. ¡°Put this on.¡± Chera draped a red cloak over Mirania¡¯s shoulders. ¡°It¡¯s a cloth from a fire lizard.¡± ¡°Cobwebs are weak against heat.¡± There¡¯s a cave in the witch forest where sulfur lights flow out. The entrance to Hell as recorded in the human bible. In reality, it was nothing more than a connecting passage to the dark world. And it was Malandor who settled at the entrance 600 years ago. ¡°Do you want me to come with you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You need someone to take care of you.¡± ¡°¡­are you serious?¡± When Mirania asked again, Chera replied with a big nod. ¡°Only to the entrance.¡± The look on Mirania¡¯s face distorted. ¡°That¡¯s enough. I¡¯ll go alone.¡± ¡°I have to take care of you¡­ I¡¯ll bring you comfortable shoes to wear in the mountains.¡± It was a disappointment to say the least, but it wasn¡¯t a look of regret at all. When Mirania stares at her, the corners of her eyes droop. ¡°Actually, there are a lot of baby witches I need to take care of.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s a family, I don¡¯t know when I¡¯ll be back, but I can¡¯t just walk away.¡± ¡®I¡¯m sure it¡¯s because you don¡¯t like the smell of rotting bodies.¡¯ ¡°Yes, take good care of yourself.¡± Better than the werewolves and bats, Chera didn¡¯t like any other species except the witch. The dark people were fed up, saying they hated the unique taste caused by necromancy. When Chera snuck out of the room to bring things that would help, Mirania put a defensive spell on her clothes in case anything happened. ¡®I have a strange feeling about this.¡¯ She looked back. It was strange that Grecan was quiet. Calling a skilled blacksmith, the new cage was hung on the hook. Grecan was staring intently at Mirania while clutching the sturdy bars inside. Black and shiny eyes stared straight into Mirania¡¯s golden eyes. Flinch- ¡®Why are you looking at me like that?¡¯ Mirania, who became uncomfortable, made a distorted expression. Grecan, who would normally bark madly at such a small reaction from Mirania, was quiet. The hand, which changed into human form, remained intact. His body belonged to a wolf, but his hands were dry and small, so he looked grotesque. Because of that, the cage was also made by changing the lock from a push-open structure to a key-opening type. ¡®Ugh, it¡¯s better not to care.¡¯ I was about to turn my head. ¡°¡­Hey?¡± ¡°Where are you going?¡± He tilted his head. ¡°I¡¯m not used to talking, but even if it¡¯s inaccurate, well I got it anyway.¡± Mirania stared at Grecan with disbelief. ¡®¡­Is this your first time talking?¡¯ Mirania felt a strange atmosphere. This was because the first thing he said when I met him in my previous life was ¡°Give me your heart.¡± I felt a little uncomfortable, so my face crumpled. ¡°Be quiet.¡± I can¡¯t say ¡®I¡¯m going to get something to subdue you¡®, so she spits out the proper words. Seeing that Chera still hasn¡¯t returned, she seems to be searching the warehouse for a long time again. She couldn¡¯t delay any longer and was about to go down. It¡¯s like this. ¡®What is he talking about?¡¯ Mirania, who turned her head, unknowingly opened her mouth as she saw the cage lock was broken. Grecan fiddled with the broken lock with a casual face. It was a movement to open the lock and exit the cage. ¡®¡­!¡¯ Mirania quickly flicked her fingers. Then, at her will, the cage floated in the air. Gracan¡¯s hesitant eyes turned round. The lock was on the verge of falling off. When Mirania snapped her fingers again, a string wrapped over the lock tightly tied it. However, this was only a temporary way to hold out the lock. Grecan, who had already come to his senses, frowned and growled at Mirania. ¡°Grrr!¡± ¡®Now, come on!¡¯ When Mirania rushed to open the door and ran out, the cage floating followed her. ¡°Mirania?¡± Chera, who was coming up just in time, saw the strange sight and asked, bewildered. Mirania screamed as if she had no time to explain. ¡°The cell!¡± ¡°Oh, there! I unlocked it for cleaning!¡± Surprised, Chera hurriedly shouted. Quickly! She climbed the stairs leading up. A black door appeared. It¡¯s practically the top floor of the castle, similar to the roof or attic of a castle. Mirania snapped her fingers and the closed door opened. Creak- Inside the cell, there was nothing except for a window attached to the part close to the ceiling. When Milania snapped her fingers again, the floating cage moved into the cell. Clank- Grecan grabbed the bars and stared at Mirania. Mirania had goosebumps. His eyes were similar to those days when he was constantly rushing towards her heart. Mirania flicked her finger and the door of the cell room closed by itself. Like a man who disposed of a bomb that was just about to explode, Mirania breathed heavily with one hand on her chest. She endured ten years. That was a close call. ¡°What¡¯s going on? I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re using the cell.¡± Chera, who still doesn¡¯t understand the situation, asked. ¡°Phew!¡± Mirania wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. ¡°Didn¡¯t Grecan tried to get out of the cage in front of me?¡± ¡°That- was that possible? It was a cage that didn¡¯t even budge when I bit it!¡± Mirania nodded heavily. ¡°I don¡¯t think it¡¯s because of the cage. It¡¯s weird. It¡¯s not time for his physical strength to manifest yet.¡± ¡°After all¡­ was it possible because he¡¯s the son of Balkan?¡± ¡°It could be, but Grekan was a little different from the average wolf.¡± It was around the age of 20 that Grecan regained his latent abilities. Right now it¡¯s too early to complete his human form. ¡°I almost lost my strength before I went to Malandor.¡± Mirania swept her chest. ¡°Hurry up and get your hands on the night of obedience.¡± With a curious expression on her face, Chera gently opened the meal tray on the single door. As soon as she opened it, a black snout popped out. ¡°Growl!¡± ¡°Oh my, you scared me!¡± Mirania, who was thinking of leaving immediately, turned her head to Chera¡¯s scream. Chera was almost bitten by Grecan, who was pounding at her hips and fussing over her. ¡°What a crazy wolf!¡± Chapter 9 ¡°So what are you going to do?¡± ¡°It¡¯s ferocious. A cage wouldn¡¯t be enough to lock him up. A cell would be perfect.¡± Chera nodded with a tired face. The solitary cell used to keep the difficult-kin or foreign creatures and was safely managed under the supervision of the Great Witch. However, since there has not been a creature that was so troublesome in the past few hundred years, it was on the verge of being forgotten. ¡°You have to take care of him when I¡¯m not around.¡± Mirania, who was worried that Chera, who had been almost bitten, would starve Grecan, so she specifically requested. Chera pondered, and then nodded her head in an awkward way. ? Mirania grabbed her wand and entered the forest. The Witch Forest was wide, spread out in front of the witch¡¯s castle. As part of a mountain called the Mountain of Life, it was home to the great witch born in nature. This was because the tree that gives birth to the great witch was in the witch forest. Malandor was located in the Witch Forest, or to be more precise, in the Mountain of Life, just outside the realm of the Witch. After passing through the forest on a flat land, slopes began to form. This means that it was the end of the realm of the Witch Forest. ¡®Because of Grecan, I¡¯m climbing up to the mountains without a plan.¡¯ Now, I think I¡¯ll be satisfied if I turn Grecan into a loyal dog who would take the test of death at my command. After climbing the mountain, the white face of Mirania, far from being tired, became even paler as a smell permeated to her nose. The smell of death, which was different from the simple smell of rotting, makes the witch¡¯s stomach ache. My skin started to sting. This means that the air, which was opposite to Mirania, was getting closer. Instinctively displeased, Mirania frowned. ¡®Hmm.¡¯ She walks slowly, feeling uncomfortable. Mirania glanced down at the ground she was stepping on. ¡®That¡¯s why I didn¡¯t want to come here.¡¯ There must have been piles of various rotten and mutilated corpses beneath this land. Upon receiving the master¡¯s orders, the bone-like arms¡­ It¡¯s scary just thinking about it. Whoops! The ground right in front of Mirania soared. There was an arm with only bones left. The rattling skeleton pointed in one direction like a milestone. A sight that would make a stranger scream and run away if they see it for the first time. Mirania had a sour look on her face but didn¡¯t back down. ¡®This stench was the same.¡¯ The bone-finger pointed forward. Mirania watched the bones, unable to move. The finger pointed forward this time to the left. As Mirania didn¡¯t move, it pointed to the right again. Clattering- As if they were wondering why she didn¡¯t move, the bones made a fuss. It seemed to be angry. Malandor had a strange personality. If anyone got lost and flowed into their territory, they would tease it like that If I follow the milestones, I would come across a snake den with only skeletons left, and then pass a rotten pile of corpse, or it would become a toy for a monster. Malandor loved to watch those who were tormented by his mischief. ¡°Tsk, You still haven¡¯t changed that habit. What a great way to welcome someone.¡± Mirania¡¯s face crumpled as she became uneasy. Malandor¡¯s territory was opposite to hers, embracing the energy of nature and life. Mirania flicked her fingers. Hit-! The bone milestone, which angered Mirania, moved quickly, and shattered. Soon it turned into white powder and piled up on the black ground. After a while, dust began to scatter away. It was obvious what such a phenomenon meant in the windless realm of Malandor. A sign that the owner has appeared. ¡°Mirania~!¡± It was a call that sounded like cheers of joy. It was a man with bright red hair who tore up the dark sky. The naked upper body was convex with bumpy muscles. A man with dark skin and an objectively handsome face hugged Mirania. Mirania groaned in his arms. She tried to wield her wand, but she couldn¡¯t. Malandor embracing Mirania while holding her wand with one hand. Unlike the face that sparkles with joy, the hands under that face were rough and quick. The Master of manipulation. I must not relax in front of Malandor. This was Mirania¡¯s advice to the young witches who had accidentally entered his territory and came out weeping. ¡°It¡¯s been a while, but you¡¯re still beautiful, my Mirania.¡± The sweet chocolate-like eyes bent softly. It was a face loved by many slaves. The Master of the slaves. Malandor excelled in his ability to seduce women and make them his slaves, regardless of race. [When his sweet eyes looked at me, I couldn¡¯t stand it and listen to him. Mirania won¡¯t know this heartbreak, heheh¡­] At the request of Malandor, the little witch, who secretly tried to cut Mirania¡¯s hair in the middle of the night, was caught by Chera and burst into tears, saying so. Mirania could do nothing but pat the shoulder of the weeping witch. ¡®If they were enchanted, what could I do¡­?¡¯ She, who had lived for many years but didn¡¯t know what love was, and didn¡¯t know how to console the witch who was grieving at the sorrow of her unrequited love. ¡°My beautiful Mirania.¡± Mirania naturally blocked Malandor¡¯s mouth as he was about to kiss her. Malandor, whose mouth was blocked in the palm of her hand, grumbled. ¡°It¡¯s been 300 years since I¡¯ve seen you.¡± ¡°Has it been that long already?¡± Mirania nodded and replied coldly. ¡°Every time I touched your witch, you were chasing after me angrily, Mirania.¡± After a witch tried to cut her hair, Mirania thoroughly ignored whatever Malandor was doing. It¡¯s the same this time. If it weren¡¯t for the night of obedience, I wouldn¡¯t have met Malandor. ¡®If it¡¯s the last time we¡¯re seeing each other before I rest.¡¯ (N: Mirania¡¯s term here was sleep, she didn¡¯t want to do anything with the world anymore and wanted to sleep/rest.) ¡°Listen, Malandor. I came here because¡­¡± ¡°Wa-wait! There¡¯s nothing urgent. So let¡¯s go inside and talk. This place was full of corpses, so it¡¯s not good for Mirania.¡± Malandor grabbed Mirania¡¯s hand and took a step forward. The place moved into his house in an instant. The interior of the mansion was quite intact, unlike Malandor¡¯s bizarre yard. ¡°Has it changed a lot?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°The human nobleman¡¯s house I¡¯ve seen before was fine. The old-fashioned thing doesn¡¯t look good on me, don¡¯t it?¡± Mirania glanced around, listening to Malandor, who boasted about the changed interior. ¡®Where¡¯s the night of obedience?¡¯ It was 300 years ago that Mirania first learned of the precious night of obedience. It was when I went to his mansion to warn him, when Malandor repeatedly lured the witches to make them cry. Then I first got to know the slaves of Malandor. Perhaps he didn¡¯t expect Mirania to come, he was lying on his bed with slaves, including a thousand-year-old little dragon. Baby dragon. They were called hatchlings. ¡®No matter how young the dragon, I was surprised at how much he treated it as a slave.¡¯ A night of obedience hung around Hatchling¡¯s neck. A treasure that would never be found anywhere again in the world, making it absolutely obey the caster¡¯s command. Sadly, none of the slaves could be seen now. Malandor flopped down on the sofa in the living room and wink at Mirania. ¡°Sit down. What are you looking for?¡± In fear of being caught, Mirania sat down in a chair, expressionless. ¡°I couldn¡¯t see any slaves.¡± ¡°I couldn¡¯t lay out the mess when Mirania¡¯s coming.¡± ¡°Where¡¯s that¡­ Hatchling?¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°The young dragon you were collecting as a slave.¡± Malandor stared at Mirania without answering. His red eyes were sharp as if they could pierce her inside, but Mirania¡¯s reflection on his eyes was calm. Feeling satisfied with her calm face, Mirania clicked her tongue. ¡°Don¡¯t look at me like that. I was just worried that the dragon might be angry. You don¡¯t know how precious the babies are to the dragons.¡± ¡°Are you worried about me? ¡®Cause they¡¯re gonna hurt me?¡¯ Mirania nodded to the Malandor, who was smiling mischievously. It¡¯s better to let him think so than to be suspected. ¡°It¡¯s not here right now.¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± ¡°A dragon called a relative came to me a few days ago and bargained. I sent them back to give me what I needed.¡± ¡°Dragon¡­ a dragon came? Who came?¡± Unexpectedly, Mirania lost their composure. ¡°It was a creature of the deep sea.¡± It means the sea clan. Mirania couldn¡¯t hide her disappointment. ¡°Why? Are there any dragons you¡¯re looking for?¡± There was no response to Malandor¡¯s question. A dragon she was looking for. A wise gold dragon that no one could follow, and thus acts as a substitute for the Creator. ¡®A dragon of wisdom would be able to explain what was happening to me.¡¯ Malandor was looking at her, interestingly. Mirania quickly changed the subject because it was unnecessary to say anything to Malandor. ¡°I came here for a bargain too.¡± ¡°¡­my Mirania seems to be hiding a lot of things.¡± Malandor smiled meaningfully, noticing Mirania¡¯s unwillingness to talk more about the dragon. ¡°What kind of bargain do you want to make? Was there anything that Mirania needed here?¡± ¡°Night of obedience. Could you lend me that precious thing?¡± ¡°You¡¯re saying something unexpected.¡± Mirania pretended to be indifferent, saying, ¡°I said it, but it¡¯s not that important.¡± ¡°I have a use for it, I couldn¡¯t do it without that.¡± ¡°Now that I think about it, I guess the reason you brought up the baby dragon was related to the Night of Obedience?¡± ¡®Such a quick-witted little man.¡¯ (N: Mirania refers to him as a little man/kid because she¡¯s about a hundred/thousand years old.) Mirania was irritated, but she could only frown at Malandor. Chapter 10 His Breeding Obsession Chapter 10 ¡°That¡¯s because I was afraid the dragon would get angry. You may have managed to control the water level, but your opponent was still a dragon. Unpredictable things could happen.¡± ¡°You don¡¯t have to worry about that, Mirania. The baby dragon said he didn¡¯t want to go even when his father came¡­ It was difficult, but thanks to him, I was cleared of the charge of bullying.¡± ¡°You used the night of obedience, didn¡¯t you? And that¡¯s why it didn¡¯t want to go?¡± ¡°I kicked him out on my own. He said he would do anything for me.¡± (Malandor) Mirania made an incomprehensible expression and Malandor smiled, as if Mirania looked very cute at the moment. ¡°Mirania who doesn¡¯t know love. Don¡¯t try to hurt me, it would be difficult for you.¡± ¡°¡­There¡¯s nothing more foolish than to offer love to an ignorant.¡± We snapped at each other. This time, Malandor bit his lips. ¡°Well, if you need a night of obedience, have you gotten your hands on something that was difficult to handle?¡± Mirania managed to keep a straight face. ¡°It¡¯s not like that. Just tell me if you could lend it to me or not.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a waste of anything if it¡¯s for Mirania, but¡­ The night of obedience it was difficult to make even for me as well.¡± Mirania didn¡¯t believe his words right away. There¡¯s only one night of obedience, so it¡¯s true that it was difficult to make, but talking about that at this point meant that the deal wouldn¡¯t be easy. ¡°I¡¯ll give you my blood.¡± At Mirania¡¯s words, Malandor hummed and buried himself deep in his chair. Then he stared intently at Mirania and asked. ¡°How much?¡± The blood of a witch born in nature was full of vitality. Especially, the blood of the great witch that contains the power of nature. Although Malandor wasn¡¯t a blood-loving bat, he adored vitality. It was ironic that he, who makes necromantic skills his specialty, likes vitality. ¡°Three bottles of the smallest water bottle.¡± ¡°Ummm¡­¡± As if thinking, Malandor rested his chin on his palm and said, ¡°For three bottles.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°And a kiss from the Great Witch.¡± (Malandor) ¡°Kiss of the great witch? What¡¯s that?¡± (Mirania) When Mirania asked if it was an unknown treasure like the night of obedience, Malandor replied with a wide smile. ¡°Your kiss.¡± ¡°¡­I¡¯d rather give you another bottle.¡± (Mirania) ¡°If you don¡¯t like it, that¡¯s fine. I love everything about you, but I don¡¯t want to do anything that¡¯s too much for Mirania.¡± ¡°You¡¯re smiling, Malandor.¡± As a ¡®Master of Manipulation¡®, he spoke with a worried look, pointing out that the corner of his lips twitched to a smile. ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t know¡­¡± ¡®Oh¡®, he said as he covered his mouth. But now the corners of his eyes curved, it was useless. Mirania sighed. Already been dried up by Malandor¡¯s nonsense. She clicked her tongue as she got up ¡°I¡¯m sorry I couldn¡¯t.¡± Malandor didn¡¯t say anything and just looked up at Mirania. Mirania, who had taken a few steps with an arrogant attitude, stopped. In my head, Grecan, the little wolf howling and growling at the castle, and Grecan who would soon grow up and aim for my heart, came to my mind. Mirania slowly turned around again. ¡°Would one kiss be enough?¡± ¡°¡­It¡¯s enough.¡± Malandor¡¯s lips twitched with excitement. ? Mirania took blood from her wrist and put it in a small water bottle, then she handed it to Malandor. As Malandor shook the bottle, red blood dripped from inside. Malandor looked into the bottle with delightful eyes. ¡°I¡¯m pretty lucky today. I got the most powerful cure in the world.¡± (Malandor) ¡°Are you hurt somewhere? If that¡¯s the case, why don¡¯t we just find a fairy?¡± (Mirania) ¡°There are so few fairies that even I couldn¡¯t find them. Besides, I like witches more. Because witches are more thrilling than upright fairies.¡± Seeing Malandor¡¯s twinkling red eyes, Mirania recalled something. ¡°Could you find someone for me?¡± (Mirania) ¡°You say a lot of unusual things today. Who do you want to find?¡± (Malandor) ¡°The Dragon of Wisdom.¡± ¡°¡­What?¡± ¡°Was there a need to ask for personal matters?¡± (Mirania) Malandor, who moved the bottles of blood into the drawer, shrugged his shoulders and frowned. ¡°It¡¯s difficult, but I¡¯ll try. Who dares to ask for it?¡± Sitting in a chair, Mirania wondered what to give him in return for this work. Malandor approached, kneeling between the legs of Mirania and looking up at her. Mirania blinked as he got closer. Malandor¡¯s decadent face was full of sensuality. Knowing how many witches were seduced by this face, Mirania looked at Malandor¡¯s face. Unlike the woman being tempted by Malandor, she had an inquisitive look. Malandor, who had been silent, asked as if he could not stand it. ¡°What are you doing, Mirania?¡± ¡°I¡¯m making sure there¡¯s no magic cast on your face.¡± (Mirania) ¡°There¡¯s no such thing. Mirania was such an idiot.¡± (Malandor) Although he grumbled, Malandor¡¯s eyes staring at Mirania were full of affection. With his dark and pure looking eyes, Mirania unwittingly relaxed her guard. ¡°You¡¯re so beautiful, Mirania.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°If I were your man, I wouldn¡¯t be able to live without loving you.¡± (Malandor) Mirania, who had been attacked and killed countless times by the main characters of this world, let alone love, had an awkward expression. Malandor reached out and touched Mirania¡¯s sparkling soft hair. His expression was so serious that Mirania became curious. The kiss was nothing to Mirania. Because it was something she had done countless times as a blessing to her little witches. ¡®Was my blessing helpful to the dark people?¡¯ Mirania was just curious. And Malandor kissed her. A hot, soft tongue swept through Mirania¡¯s lips. ¡°¡­?¡± Mirania, who had not closed her eyes in the first place, frowned at Malandor, who¡¯s eyes curved to a crescent shape. ¡®Are you crazy?¡¯ Malandor smiled and bit her lip without warning. ¡°Ugh!¡± Mirania raised her hand and pushed Malandor¡¯s chest away. She pressed hard on his chest, but Malandor didn¡¯t budge. Malandor licked her lips again, with his tongue sticking out and almost touch Mirania¡¯s lips at a close distance with only a breath away. ¡°Malandor.¡± Mirania asked seriously, being careful not to let his lips meet her lips again. ¡°Do you want to spend the ¡®heat¡® with me?¡± (N: Estrus or ¡°heat¡± is a period during the reproductive cycle when female animals become sexually receptive, signaling they are ready for mating. ) ¡°¡­the heat.¡± Malandor muttered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. ¡°Mirania. There¡¯s no such thing as ¡®heat¡® in humans.¡± ¡°I¡¯d rather know¡­¡± ¡°But why ask?¡± (Malandor) ¡°Just wondering.¡± (Mirania) In a confident response, Malandor leaned his head on Mirania¡¯s shoulder. As the red hair tickled Mirania¡¯s chin, Mirania glanced at Malandor with eyes asking, ¡®What¡¯s wrong with him?¡¯ ¡°You¡¯re really not romantic, Mirania¡­¡± (Malandor) ¡°¡­¡± ¡°With such a sweet scent.¡± (Malandor) As Malandor put his nose on the nape of Mirania¡¯s neck and sniffed it, Mirania frowned. ¡®It¡¯s unpleasant.¡¯ At that moment, she felt pain in her stomach. Mirania, feeling suffocated, widened her eyes The moment when her heart was ripped by the male characters crossed her mind. However, the current pain was not caused by them. ¡°You¡­¡± (Mirania) Malandor¡¯s sad expression was seen through her blurry vision. No, his eyes looked sad but his lips were smiling. Mirania¡¯s vision became hazy and eventually lost consciousness. ¡®Oh no, why did I let my guard down.¡¯ Breaking boundaries for Malandor. It was an obvious mistake. ¡°Stay with me for a while.¡± (Malandor) ¡°Ugh¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s the first time you¡¯ve come to me for no reason.¡± In the drooping eyes, red eyes twinkled. ¡°Actually, I think I¡¯m going to die out of excitement now that Mirania came to visit me.¡± ¡¸Malandor.¡¹ The Duke of the Dark Realm, Lord of Manipulation, and the Beloved Master of Slaves. There were many names for him, but for Mirania there¡¯s only one¡­ ¡®This bastard¡­¡¯ ? Mirania woke up on the bed. The senses returned very slowly. Hearing his hum, I turned and glanced at him. I saw Malandor stroking the back of my hand. The pain that had been digging into my stomach vividly came back. ¡®I should not have entered Malandor¡¯s mansion.¡¯ Guarding the entrance of the brimstone fire, this was a place where witch magic didn¡¯t work well. ¡°People like you are called ¡®bastards¡® in human language.¡± A hoarse voice leaked out. Malandor looked up. ¡®You hit me silently¡­¡¯ Mirania was more annoyed about it than him uselessly sticking out his tongue and licking her. Malandor hugged her, thinking that she would somehow cast a witch curse, and rubbed his head into her arms. ¡°Mirania, I couldn¡¯t help it. Otherwise, Mirania would have left soon. It¡¯s been 300 years!¡± ¡°¡­that¡¯s enough.¡± Mirania raised her body which was lying down on Malandor¡¯s bed. Then, for some reason, the dried and twisted red petals fell. I glanced at Malandor. He smiled softly with an embarrassed face. ¡°Mirania looked good in flowers.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡®I understand now why I decided not to meet Malandor 300 years ago.¡¯ That¡¯s enough. I expected it anyway. But I didn¡¯t expect him to hit me in the stomach. ¡°What time was it now?¡±(Mirania) ¡°The morning dew has formed.¡±(Malandor) Malandor¡¯s answer surprised Mirania. ¡°It¡¯s already been a day?¡±(Mirania) ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Malandor?¡± Malandor straightened his posture. He smiled awkwardly and licked his lips when Mirania looked at him. ¡°A week¡­¡± ¡®I just fainted after getting hit in the stomach, but what did he do to make the week pass by?¡¯ Mirania raised her hand and summoned the witch wand proudly. He was left to protect the entrance of the brimstone fire, but it was not difficult for a witch to destroy the mansion if she wanted to. Winds gathered around Mirania. The thin, long silver hair began to flutter. ¡°W-wait a minute!¡± Realizing Mirania¡¯s wrath, Malandor raised his hand. While Mirania paused, wondering if he had something to say, he quickly signed a seal and opened a space. ¡°See you next time, Darling.¡± Malandor¡¯s body was sucked into space before Mirania could swing her wand. It was a harbinger to spatial movement. Chapter 11 - His Breeding Obsession Chapter 11 His Breeding Obsession Chapter 11 ¡°Oh, the night of obedience!¡± Mirania was moved to the corpse yard in an instant. ¡°Hah!¡± Mirania laughed at her dismay. It¡¯s the territory of Malandor. It was difficult to enter the mansion unless he opened the space himself. Something fell down at Mirania, who jumped up at the thought of not getting the night of obedience. Mirania picked up what suddenly fell on her. A precious object in the form of a leash with a smooth black outer skin. ¡®The night of obedience.¡¯ ¡°Chera must be worried.¡± Mirania decided never to visit Malandor again. I¡¯m used to this for some reason. ¡®That¡¯s the thought I had when I left this mansion 300 years ago.¡¯ ¡°Tsk, tsk.¡± Mirania clicked her tongue as she entered the witch castle. ¡°Mirania!!¡± Young witches, who were practicing magic while sitting on a huge tree, waved to welcome Mirania. As she walked up to the castle, Chera was waiting. ¡°What the hell were you doing until now?¡± (Chera) ¡°Did a ¡®Malandor thing¡¯?¡± (Mirania) ¡°If it¡¯s a Malandor thing¡­¡± Chera¡¯s face softened. ¡°Did you work as a slave to him? No matter how important the night of obedience was, how could you!¡± (Chera) ¡°¡­¡± Chera¡¯s face grew redder because she couldn¡¯t hold back her anger. ¡°It¡¯s time to go to war with the dark people. How dare he touch the head of the witch clan.¡± (Chera) ¡°I got it wrong.¡± Plop~! Mirania summoned an ice bag and put it on Chera¡¯s head. Chera¡¯s eyes, who was trembling in anger, widened in surprise. ¡°Why do you like war so much when you value life?¡± (Chera) ¡®I don¡¯t value life, I just love children and animals.¡¯ ¡°It¡¯s just that I passed out for about a week. Did everything go well?¡± (Mirania) She was referring to Grecan. Chera, who understood what Mirania was asking, nodded. Mirania had been away for a long time, so she was afraid that Grecan might have escaped. ¡°He had been quiet. Sometimes he howled at night.¡± ¡°Well, I¡¯m surprised to hear he¡¯s been quiet.¡± ¡°What could he do in a solitary cell?¡± ¡°That¡¯s true, but¡­¡± Unlike Chera, who thought of Grecan as simply an ordinary wolf cub, Mirania, who clearly knew him, was uncomfortable to say what¡¯s on her mind and remain quiet. ¡°What about the night of obedience?¡± ¡°Here.¡± Mirania waved the night of obedience in the form of a leash. ¡°I don¡¯t want to see that crazy wolf howl for a while.¡± Satisfied, Chera pointed to the castle. ¡°Hurry up and go in. The wolf and the bats sent a letter while you were away.¡± (Chera) ¡°A letter?¡± (Mirania) ¡°I haven¡¯t opened it, so I don¡¯t know what it¡¯s about.¡± (Chera) What¡¯s going on? I pondered for a second, but I could guess what it¡¯s about. ¡®Was this the time when the Continental Agreement was signed?¡¯ It was held shortly after the meeting, so it¡¯s pretty similar. It was just before entering the castle, as Mirania was thinking of reading the letters. Clink~! A sharp sound of glass breaking somewhere caught Mirania¡¯s attention. The harsh sound of the break followed. Chera raised her head first, and her eyes widened. ¡°Hey, that crazy cub..!¡± Mirania also hurriedly raised her head. A black object was falling from the roof of the castle at a frightening speed. ¡°Oh, my-!¡± The black object that fell through the air was Grecan with his mouth wide open. As Chera said, it was obvious that he was crazy. Mirania hardened as she watched Grecan falling aiming at her. It was impossible for her to move nimbly and subdue Grecan physically. Grecan¡¯s white teeth glared sharply as if they were trying to bite Mirania¡¯s neck. Mirania stiffened. The night of obedience was hanging on her finger, and she came to her senses remembering the leash. Mirania clasped on the night of obedience and stormed toward the falling Grecan. Grecan¡¯s body came close as if they were about to collide. Mirania held the night of obedience tightly. A leash wraps around Grecan¡¯s furry neck. The body of the precious object, called the night of obedience, shone white in an instant. Right before the two collided. Clank~! There was a sound that came from the night of obedience. ¡°What?¡± Grecan, who twisted in the air, fell to the ground. ¡°Gr, grrr?¡± He scratched his neck with his foot, as if he didn¡¯t like the object that wrapped around his neck. There was no way he would be able to take off the night of obedience. Mirania, who escaped the mishap of almost being crushed by Grecan, breathed heavily with her hand on her chest. ¡®I almost had a heart attack.¡¯ (Mirania) ¡°Growl!¡± Grecan rolled on the floor. He scratched the leash with his claws, but it only made a scratching sound. ¡°Wha-what¡­!¡± Finally realizing it was useless, Grecan glared at Mirania. ¡°What¡¯s this?¡± Grecan, who spoke in a cracked voice, rushed toward Mirania. ¡°Sit down.¡± Mirania calmly spoke. The night of obedience shines white. Thud~! Grecan, who had just collapsed as he ran, glared fiercely. He didn¡¯t seem to understand what was going on. ¡°Growl!¡± It was not long before he realized that the cause of this was Mirania. Mirania was amazed by the effect of the leash. Grecan, who was still only a wolf cub, escaped from the solitary cell. Wasn¡¯t it enough to confine a wolf cub because it was a solitary cell specialized for magical creatures? Still, it¡¯s not this easy to deal with a wolf even though he¡¯s still a cub. ¡°I obtained the night of obedience just at the right time.¡± Grecan was so angry that his eyes turned dark that they looked almost black. ¡°What did you do to me? What did you do! Grrr!¡± Grecan rushed towards her, and Mirania quickly ordered him. ¡°Sit down!¡± Thud~! This time, Grecan, with a frown, fell flat on the floor and didn¡¯t move. ¡°¡­¡± ¡®Have you already given up?¡¯ ¡®No, this guy wouldn¡¯t do that!¡¯ Mirania wondered if this was a trick, and suspiciously observed the quiet Grecan. Chera crept closer to him and lifted Grecan¡¯s neck. ¡°Did he faint?¡± ? A week after Mirania returned from Malandor¡¯s mansion. The scene unfolding at the Witch¡¯s Castle Familiar Training Grounds. ¡°Sit down.¡± When Mirania ordered, Grecan sat down with his butt on the floor. ¡°Get up. Lie down. Sit down again.¡± Mirania ordered quickly. Grecan stood on the ground, then lay down with his stomach, and then sat back down with his butt on the ground. Mirania, who was observing the obedient Grecan, raised her hand to shoot. Bang~ Grecan went backwards as he sat down, with his face, lying on the floor, he looked very dissatisfied ¡°Get up again.¡± Jump~ His body faithfully carried out Mirania¡¯s orders. Grecan¡¯s face darkened. ¡°The Night of Obedience, how long did Malandor lend it to you? It¡¯s very useful.¡± Chera, who was training the new familiar owl, asked seriously. ¡°He didn¡¯t tell me about the duration. Maybe it¡¯s not until we don¡¯t need it anymore.¡± Mirania reached out to Grecan¡¯s snout. Grecan, who was glaring at Mirania¡¯s hand, opened his mouth wide as her hand approached very closely. Mirania quickly pulled her hand away. Growl~ ¡®If I was a little late, he would have bitten my hand.¡¯ (Mirania) Grecan¡¯s mouth that almost devoured her hand looked disappointed. ¡®Was he a crocodile or a wolf?¡¯ Mirania picked up the ball and threw it far away. When she cast a spell on it, the ball flew further. ¡°Pick it up.¡± Grecan¡¯s face distorted. Nevertheless, the night of obedience faithfully led Grecan to her order. Weep~ Watching Grecan running after the ball, Mirania spoke to Chera with an elegant attitude. ¡°Maybe we¡¯ll have to rent it out for a while.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve thought about it before, but there¡¯s a problem with Milania¡¯s training method.¡± Chera said, as she watched Mirania and Grecan bicker. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°You couldn¡¯t just give orders like that. You need a stick and carrots for training.¡± The owl just returned. It was an owl that came to find her training feathers that were hidden, as ordered by Chera. Chera stroked the owl¡¯s head and brought the shredded meat to its beak. ¡°Think about Bibi.¡± (Chera) ¡°Did the dog listen to me from the beginning?¡± (Mirania) ¡°It¡¯s to repay the favor that Mirania saved her life. You gave Bibi beef jerky as well before.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Grecan would also be trained if you properly use the stick and carrots. Besides, he¡¯s still a baby, so maybe there would be more training results?¡± Mirania listened to Chera and stared at Grecan, who was running along the dust towards her. Grecan had a ball thrown by Mirania in his mouth. Grecan, who came all the way to the front, spitted out the ball with a sullen face as if he was very angry. ¡°Grrr!!!¡± The saliva-stained ball rolled in front of Mirania¡¯s shoes. ¡®Do you want me to reward you?¡¯ Mirania glanced at Grecan. His eyes were full of dissatisfaction and complained if she were to order him something else again this time. Mirania snapped her fingers and a pocket appeared on her hand. It was the pocket that held the shredded meat that was given to Bibi. ¡°¡­Come on.¡± Mirania pulled one of the meat from the pocket and held it out to Grecan. Grecan looked alternately between the meat she was holding and Mirania, warily. His eyes trembled, as if asking what kind of trick it was. Mirania waved the shredded meat. It smelled like the finest meat. There was a light of conflict in Grecan¡¯s eyes. The moment Mirania waved the meat to his nose one more time. ¡°Grr!¡± Grecan, who moved like a lightning bolt, quickly snatched the meat from her hand. Mirania patted Grecan¡¯s head, who was chewing the meat. Stop~ Grecan stared at her as he stopped eating. His face looked cute at Mirania¡¯s eyes at the moment. It¡¯s been over two weeks since Grecan has been staying at the witch¡¯s castle. Because he had fed without having to hunt until now, his small body fattened and his fur, which had been tangled roughly, looked shiny. Right, should I give him a compliment? ¡°Good job¡­¡± Crack~! Chapter 12 This time, Mirania, who had not been able to avoid Grecan, closed her eyes tightly to the pain that she felt. She didn¡¯t like pain, but Mirania especially hated being sick. The pain in her hand was nothing compared to when her heart was ripped out, but it was still a pain she could feel. Winds gathered around Mirania. ¡°Oh, my¡­¡± Chera, who had been watching, hurriedly took her owl and disappeared, fearing that sparks might hit them. Grecan stared at her while biting Mirania¡¯s hand. His ferocious expression gradually faded away and softened, and he glanced at Mirania. Mirania floated the ball with magic. Grecan¡¯s eyes followed the ball. The ball that was floating high in the sky disappeared in an instant. Swoosh~ It was so fast that the eyes couldn¡¯t keep up and it just seemed to disappear. Grecan¡¯s fur shivered as if he had an ominous foreboding. ¡°¡­Pick it up.¡± (Mirania) Mirania¡¯s golden eyes shone as she said the command. Thud?! Grecan¡¯s dark eyes trembled as he shook his mouth, biting her hand and glared. Whether it was a shame that he had to follow the ball. The night of obedience shone and urged Grecan to follow her command. Grecan turned his head to where the ball had disappeared. The ball, which quickly drifted away, became small as a dot. It¡¯s still flying and Grecan didn¡¯t know how far it would go. It was probably going to be very, very far away. Grecan turned to Mirania. He hesitated and glanced at the ball again. ¡°¡­Far away.¡± In response to the gloomy protest, Mirania did not say anything else. ¡°Pick it up.¡± Mirania ordered without mercy. Grecan¡¯s face crumpled. Grecan may have to wander all day to find the ball in that vast witch¡¯s forest. He glanced at Mitania as if begging, trying to stop his body moving little by little by the night of obedience. ¡°Far¡­¡± ¡°Pick it up.¡± It was relentless. The night of obedience shoned to the series of orders thrown at Grecan. ¡°Grrr?!¡± Eventually, an angry scream erupted from Grecan¡¯s snout, who started running against his will. ¡®You won¡¯t be able to rest or eat until you find the ball.¡¯ (Mirania) Mirania finally smiled, satisfied at the order she gave. ? Mirania, who trained Grecan all day under the guise of training, came into the room only in the evening. There were two letters laid across the desk. It was a letter that Mirania had read and left alone. Sitting on the chair, she reviewed the contents of the letter again. A letter written in rough handwriting. ¡¸Mirania, Did you know that some bat girls made fun of our wolves? I couldn¡¯t stand it anymore. I¡¯ll figure out a way to shut those arrogant bats from talking.¡¹ It was a letter from the head of the wolf tribe, Balkan. In other words, he wanted me to stay still even if he touched a bat. Mirania turned to the other letter this time. The handwriting was elegant like a well-educated noble, but the long strokes handwriting exuded a strong aura. ¡¸It¡¯s Scarlett. Mirania, it¡¯s been repeated several times that the wolves kept leaving rotten meat on our territory. The rotten smell stinks. ???(Negligence)??? Therefore, our clan wasn¡¯t the only one who was annoyed. I couldn¡¯t stand it any longer. I think we need an agreement to punish wolves for their arrogant behavior. I look forward to your reply.¡¹ This was a letter from Scarlett, the head of the Bat Clan. ¡°Well.¡± Mirania lightly tapped on her desk. Conflicts between the three tribes are occurring every day, and the scale varies from petty to troublesome. If it goes on like this, a big battle may ensue. It was the same in my previous life and the same in my previous others as well. Mirania, recalling the continental war that took place when the agreement was not signed, frowned. It was hard to even think of dealing with the male characters, but when the war broke out, it was the worst. ¡°We need to set a date for the agreement.¡± Mirania pulled out two pieces of stationery and briefly wrote down the necessity of the Continental Agreement. The agreement was held at the regular meeting. ¡°The time should be¡­¡± Mirania stopped writing and pondered. ¡°It would be better to bring the Leberians before the agreement.¡± Around this time Leberians should have remembered the state of things. According to my memory, perhaps¡­ ¡°¡­it would be in the coffin.¡± Mirania again continued to write using the quill pen. ¡°The time, about a month later.¡± At the end, she folded the letter and put a nice signature, ¡®Great Witch Mirania¡¯. The wax was melted and sealed. And then she called the bird to send the letter to each clan. ¡°Coo!¡± Bibi folded his wings by the window and sat down. He seemed to have come back from playing somewhere for a long time. ¡®Good.¡¯ ¡°Bibi. Please deliver this letter to the wolves and the bats, respectively.¡± Bibi¡¯s head tilted and held out one of its legs. As Mirania tried to tie the letter to its leg, she looked down at the ball that Bibi clasped with her claws. ¡°Huh?¡± I thought it was familiar, but apparently, it was Grecan¡¯s training ball. ¡°Why do you have this?¡± Bibi opened her beak wide. Mirania snuck her head out of the window, looking delighted. From the bottom of the castle, Grecan was struggling to climb up. ¡°Grr!!¡± Mirania heard an angry roar up her window. Bibi proudly placed the ball in Mirania¡¯s hands. Mirania quickly understood the situation. While Grecan was returning to find the ball, Bibi stole it. Mirania, who was looking down for a while, relaxed her grip on the ball. When the ball fell on the floor and bounced off with a terrifying force, Grecan gallantly chased after it. ¡°Coo!!¡± Bibi was happy with what she did. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t be so mean.¡± Grecan was still a small cub right now, but Mirania knew she wouldn¡¯t be able to handle him later. Bibi, who doesn¡¯t know anything, seems to be having fun with Grecan¡¯s hardship. Mirania, who tied the letter to Bibi¡¯s legs, paused. ¡°¡­Yeah, I¡¯ll have to write another letter.¡± With Bibi waiting patiently by the window, Mirania sat back in her chair and pulled out a new stationery. The recipient was Scarlett. Mirania was lost in thought holding a quill pen. Originally she was planning to kidnap Leberians too. ¡°Leberians, hmm.. he¡¯s a little difficult¡­¡± Scarlett, the current head of the bat family, was different from Balkan, the head of the wolf wolves. Although he looked down on Grecan in grief over the loss of her wife, Scarlett terribly loved her grandson, Leberians. If Mirania kidnaps him without saying a word, it would lead to war. Mirania really wanted to avoid war. ¡®If I could solve the problem safely, I would be doomed in 20 or 30 years at the most.¡¯(Mirania) I didn¡¯t want to spend my last years fighting a war. ¡®Besides, it shouldn¡¯t be the same flow as it was in my previous life during the war.¡¯ If you don¡¯t mind it, you might be able to tear your heart out of Grekan and Leberians. If you don¡¯t care, your heart may be torn off by Grecan and Leberianz. ¡®It¡¯s a terrible idea.¡¯ Mirania trembled and wrote quickly. ¡¸Scarlett, I have something to say. It¡¯s related to your grandson Leberians¡¯ sleeping sickness. If you want to cure him, bring your grandson to my castle.¡¹ Mirania read the not-so-long letter over and over again. For a long time, I wondered if I should write a reason to bring Leberians, but I soon shook my head. Scarlett was very suspicious that if she talked too much, she would suspect and doubt me. Mirania also sealed the new letter with wax. ¡®Would Scarlett bring him to me?¡¯ It was unpredictable. In order to change the future of dying from male characters, Mirania has repeatedly attempted to kill the male characters while they were young. Grecan was a wolf thug, so it wasn¡¯t hard to approach him. But with Leberians, it was different. I¡¯ve never met him when he was young. He was unreachable. Scarlett and the bat clan are to blame for hiding Leberians. Unlike the wolves, who had no class except for their leader, the bats were thorough regarding blood relatives. Leberians, he was the purest direct descendant of Scarlett, and they are a precious clan acquired after a hundred years. As long as he grows up safely, there would be no problem with Leberians becoming the head of the new bat race. ¡®As long as he grows up safely.¡¯ They¡¯re not the bats who would steer clear of such a precious existence. It meant that Mirania¡¯s mid-to long-term plans would be disrupted. ¡°Hmm.¡± Mirania fumbled through her memories. When she met Leberians, Leberians was in his mid to late teens at the earliest. He¡¯s probably still suffering from sleeping sickness, as he¡¯s less than ten years old now. ¡®It¡¯s a disease that could be cured with my blood.¡¯ Of course, this wasn¡¯t something that could be cured in a short time. Leberians¡¯ sleeping sickness was a chronic hereditary disease of the bats, and Leberians¡¯ case was rather special. He had been suffering from sleep sickness for about 10 years. ¡®Even I, I don¡¯t know how much blood I have to give just to cure him.¡¯ I have to shed precious blood for my enemy, that male bat. Disappointed, Mirania grimaced while holding the letter. ¡®¡­Anyway, I shouldn¡¯t miss this opportunity.¡¯ At the age of mid to late teens, it was the time Leberians met Alice. After meeting a rarely seen fairy, Leberians must have been very curious about her. ¡®I must keep the three from meeting as much as possible.¡¯ No, not yet. I still don¡¯t know what would happen if they meet the heroine now. This was a delicate task, anticipating 20 years of longevity. If the male characters meet the heroine, Alice, while I¡¯m still raising them, everything would be in vain. ¡®¡­That¡¯s terrible.¡¯ Mirania, who had grown tired, hurriedly tied the letter to Bibii¡¯s leg. Although it¡¯s a waste to use her blood for an enemy. ¡®Let¡¯s think of it as a leash.¡¯ It¡¯s not a bad idea to keep a leash filled with grace. ¡°Thank you, Bibi.¡± ¡°Coo!¡± Bibi flew off the window, flapping her huge wings. Grecan was returning with a ball in his mouth on the ground. Chapter 13 Bibi flew and cried as if sneering at Grecan. Grecan, while crouching down, jumped up like a locust and swung his forelimbs in the meantime. ¡°Wow!¡± The short bridge passed by just below Bibi sadly. The sound of cutting through the wind was fierce, perhaps because he was firmly determined. ¡°Coo!¡­ Coo?!¡± Bibi, who almost got ripped by Grecan¡¯s sharp fingernails, cried sharply in surprise. ¡°Coo, co-coo¡±! ¡°Roar! Grrr¡­grrr!¡± Mirania leaned against the window and watched the brawl between a bird and a wolf. ¡°Why are you doing that?¡± ¡®Tsk tsk¡¯, Mirania shook her head unknowingly. After 30 minutes¡­. Squeak? Mirania, who was lying down to sleep, took off her eye patch at the sound of the door opening. A black and moist nose slipped through the crack of the door. ¡°Growl¡­¡± It¡¯s Grecan He grumbles roughly as if he wasn¡¯t satisfied with the scuffle with Bibi. For Mirania it was no surprise. She never thought from the beginning that Grecan, whose body hasn¡¯t completely grown, would be able to defeat Bibi, the king of the sky. Grecan was probably only teased by Bibi. Struggling~ Grecan was a little droopy, unlike usual. ¡®You look tired.¡¯ You must be tired because you ran back and forth all day looking for the ball. Grecan, who sat under Mirania¡¯s bed, stared intently at Mirania. His gaze didn¡¯t seem poisonous at all. A face that realized that something bad would happen if he confronted Mirania. Mirania was satisfied with the performance of training. [Use carrots and sticks appropriately.] Remembering Chera¡¯s advice. As she reached out to Grecan, he glanced down at her white palm. Spit? Instead of biting her hand, Grecan calmly spat out the ball. Mirania slowly moved her other hand and placed it over Grecan¡¯s head. Grecan only flinched a little, but remained still. Mirania made a little wind. A gentle breeze washed over Grecan¡¯s body. ¡°Crr?¡± Gree Khan, who seemed startled by the sudden wind, immediately closed his eyes as if in a good mood. Mirania summoned the beef jerky and put it in Grecan¡¯s mouth. Shekept stroking his head, eating well, perhaps hungry. Like I did with Bibi, but it felt very different. ¡®Grecan has a bigger head than Bibi.¡¯ When Mirania recalled a new fact, she continued to stroke Grecan¡¯s head blankly. It was a little rough and fluffy, and it was strangely addictive. ¡°¡­Purr.¡± Having finished eating the jerky, Grecan looked around and sat quietly. Mirania, who had been stroking Grecan¡¯s head for a long time, was drowsy. ¡°I¡¯m going to sleep.¡± She removed her hand from Grecan and laid down on his bed, putting on her eyepatch. Grecan thought he would return to the solitary room. No one said anything, but Grecan had settled in a solitary room as if he didn¡¯t want to be with her. Mirania, who was tired, quickly fell asleep. Grecan¡¯s black eyes glistened as she listened to her breathing. ¡°Growl¡­¡± He looked troubled. ¡®Should I bite or not?¡¯ (Grecan) After hesitating for a long time, he soon loses his appetite as if regretting it. Thud? Grecan, who walked to the door, turned his head abruptly to look at Mirania sleeping. The moonlight that came through the window gently shone on Mirania¡¯s body. Grecan stared at her for a moment with his black eyes, then turned his head back again. ? A week later. Mirania was training Grecan at the training ground. When she threw the ball, Grecan ran at a high speed and caught the ball in the air. If I threw the ball without using magic, Grecan would snatch it and the ball wouldn¡¯t even fall on the floor. ¡°Wow!¡± The young witches who had gathered around them exclaimed. There were witches who often used dogs as their familiars, but wolves were rare, so it seemed strange. Mirania satisfactorily accepted Grecan¡¯s service. Now, throwing the ball was brought even without an order. Even if he didn¡¯t want to, he seemed to realize that he couldn¡¯t help it because of the night of obedience. Mirania, like it¡¯s natural gave a jerky in Grecan¡¯s mouth and stroked his head. Grecan accepted the touch with his eyes half closed. It looked pretty cute. ¡°Wow¡­¡± The eyes of the young witches gleamed. ¡°Mirania, could I touch it too?¡± A courageous witch came out. Mirania hesitated a little, but then she nodded, wanting to know how Grecan would behaved. The little witch approached Grecan excitedly. Grecan turned his head toward the witch. The wind prevented Mirania from seeing Grecan¡¯s face. The little witch had an expectant face. The moment she reached out her hand and was about to pet Grecan. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± The back of Grecan¡¯s blunt nose, which had been calmly crumpled. Then the cute baby wolf became the face of a wild beast. With black and shiny eyes. ¡®How dare you do that to me?¡¯ ¡®Hmph.¡¯ The expression of the young witch, hardened like a stone, changed to crying. Mirania looked curiously at the witch who carefully lowered her hand. ¡°Mirania!¡± Chera flew on a broomstick and arrived in front of Mirania. There was a slight twist when getting off the broom, but she came off safely. Mirania raised her eyebrows. Chera, who lacked magical control, didn¡¯t use a broom well in any way. When using a broom, it¡¯s when there¡¯s an emergency. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Wow, I¡¯m here!¡± Cherah pointed to the entrance of the Witch Castle with her eyes wide open. ¡°Who¡¯s coming?¡± ¡°Ba-bat people!¡± ? Scarlett, who had found the realm of the witches, was wearing black from head to toe. As she hates sunlight, the wide-brimmed black hat completely covered her face, and the black dress draped over her body, reaching close to her ankles. From a distance, it looked like a shadow was approaching. Stammering- Because of the dirt floor, the sound of her shoes was a little duller. ¡°Scarlett.¡± The little witches were separated, and Mirania, who went out with Chera to the castle entrance, greeted them on a broomstick. Mirania still couldn¡¯t hear the babbling of the young witches making a fuss about whether another fight was taking place at the news of the arrival of bats. She pressed her ear with one hand and then released it. Lowering the height to the eye level of Scarlett. ¡°Mirania. You came out.¡± Scarlett¡¯s way of speaking was unique. Even though it seems that hee words were sharp, she has a bubbly tone. It was said that the first women of human society often talk like that, but the bat people often interact with humans, so the way they speak has become similar. ¡°Welcome.¡± ¡°After receiving your letter, I thought about it for a week¡­ but I had no choice but to come.¡± Scarlett was expressionless, but a shadow different from the shadow of the hat fell. It¡¯s a keen face. Such a face was beautiful like a seducing bat. ¡°Did the whole family come?¡± Mirania glanced behind Scarlett. The current head of the bat clan was from Scarlett¡¯s bloodline. It was characterized by light blonde hair, pale skin, and red eyes. ¡®Indeed.¡¯ Scarlett¡¯s party was a total of three. There was one woman and two men. Everyone knows that Scarlett¡¯s direct descendants and her attendants play an important role in the bat clan. They are similar in appearance, only their features are different. ¡®It reminds me of the Leberianz.¡¯ Blondes that sparkle as gracefully as gold and red eyes that are dyed like blood are similar. Since Leberianz was known to be exceptional even among the seductive bats, Mirania was unwittingly looking for a place that resembled Leberianz in them. The three bats were as expressionless as Scarlett, but their eyes shone fiercely as if they were wary of Mirania. In the past, Mirania, who had been bordered by the bat and wolf tribes and mediated countless fights, didn¡¯t mind their hostile gaze. ¡®That.¡¯ Mirania looked at the black coffin the male bat was holding, with expectations in her eyes. ¡®Leberianz.¡¯ My heart fluttered to think that there would be a baby bat in it. ¡°Follow me.¡± Mirania, who got off the broom, turned around after glancing at Scarlett. The place she walked towards was the lower floor of the witch¡¯s castle. A bitter but fresh scent of flowers. A place that exudes the fragrant smell of herbs brought by Chera. This was the witch¡¯s guest room for accommodating visitors. The room, which was finished with stone, was always cold and that it would not be damaged even if a fight broke out. Mirania frowned as they went deep inside. ¡®It¡¯s like an ice cave.¡¯ Mirania thought as she sat on the marble chair. The wolves degrade bats for smelling like corpses, but Mirania smelled winter from them. Like cold ice and snow that was beautiful to look at. Bat people also settled away from Mirania. The faces of the young bat people showed signs of discomfort. Meetings like this were rare, unfamiliar and tense. For a moment, silence engulfed them. Chera glanced at them warily and took out the tea set. It was then. Pit-a-pat¡­ There was a strange sound with feet walking on the ground. Everyone¡¯s eyes shifted towards the sound. Squeak- A four-legged beast enters through the open door. Except for the shiny eyes, the overall matte black fur. It was Grecan. Mirania flinched. ¡®Why¡¯s that guy here!¡¯ Although it was neglected, Grecan was the youngest son of Balkan, the head of the wolves. No one knew that Balkan¡¯s child was still here. No matter how Balkan treated Grecan rudely, he knew that he had a son in the hands of the Great Witch, but it was not something to condone. Even because of his pride, he wouldn¡¯t stand still. Mirania¡¯s beautiful eyebrows twitched. ¡®It¡¯s a mistake.¡¯ I should have ordered him to stay still there or to play in the witch forest. She completely forgot about Grecan at the sudden visit of the bat tribe. Chapter 14 Mirania, who knows Grecan¡¯s unpredictable personality, was nervous that he might cause an accident, but because there was a bat who was wary of her, she couldn¡¯t show much expression and just stared at Grecan. Grecan had flowers in his mouth. People¡¯s eyes, who had doubts about the sudden appearance of Grecan, who gathered flowers that were different from the current situation. ¡®?¡® Mirania, who was nervous, also became puzzled. She had ordered him to find the items he needed to show his loyalty to her. ¡®What¡­ flower?¡¯ Grecan walked over to Milania with a calm, unconcerned, weak footstep, as if he could not even feel the staring gaze at him. According to Grecan¡¯s movement, the eyes of the bats also moved. The youngest-looking bat man muttered. ¡°A wolf?¡± Grecan glanced at them and spat the flowers out of Mirania¡¯s hands. As if simply responding to the sound, he seemed not interested in them. ¡®That¡¯s a relief.¡¯ Mirania stroked Grecan¡¯s head while maintaining a calm look. In her mind, she was thinking about how to explain Grecan¡¯s existence. ¡°He got lost in the woods so I brought him¡­¡± ¡°Mirania.¡± (Grecan) Grecan snorted. Mirania stopped talking and continued. ¡°As a child that I brought here¡­¡± My voice trembled slightly. It¡¯s natural that an ordinary wolf couldn¡¯t speak human language. If a wolf speaks, there¡¯s only one possibility that comes to mind. That he¡¯s not an ordinary wolf. I just hoped they hadn¡¯t heard Grecan, but could they? ¡°A wolf?¡± A young clan of bats, who looked at Grecan suspiciously, abruptly stood up. The eyes of the other bats were also full of strange wonder. The same was true of the wolves as the bats were not picky about water when it comes to blood relatives. If it¡¯s the bat clan¡¯s job, so was the wolf clan. In particular, they are trying to wage war on baby wolves. It was, of course, very strange to have such a baby wolf beside the Great Witch. Mirania remained silent. A drop of sweat formed on her forehead. ¡®¡­Grecan, you¡¯re the same headache as ever when you¡¯re young and when you grow up.¡¯ There¡¯s no other headache. If you didn¡¯t say a word, they¡¯d just call you a wolf. If it were known that the Great Witch had kidnapped the wolf cub, there would be war. ¡°It smells weird.¡± Grecan glared at the bats and said. It was a rough cracked voice. ¡°Grrr¡­¡± Grudgingly, a menacing cry came out. Mirania pretended to be stroking Grecan¡¯s head, pressing it down hard. Grecan glanced at Mirania as if it were strange. Mirania looked upset. ¡®Please be quiet.¡¯ ¡°Mirania. How did this happen? A member of the wolf clan was in the witch castle.¡± Scarlett asked in a calm but clear voice. Perhaps it¡¯s her intuition as a leader, or she thinks that this should not be overlooked. Mirania was troubled, but didn¡¯t have much time to think. Tap- Mirania picked up Grecan and held him in her arms. It was heavy. ¡®He was light when I first brought him.¡¯ Perhaps because of training, I gave as much as he wanted to eat, but now he seems to be heavier than pigs of the same size. Besides, it was as heavy as a stone. My hands and wrists were shaking. Suddenly, Grecan, who was hugged by Mirania, widened his eyes. His luscious black tail gently wrapped around Mirania¡¯s wrist. Mirania gazed at the startled bat and tickled Grecan¡¯s chin. ¡°I helped him when he got lost in the forest, but he didn¡¯t seem to want to go back and followed me. Wow, how could a relationship continue like this¡­¡± Mirania, who was talking about relationships, glanced at the bats. ¡°¡­¡± Their eyes were full of doubt. Mirania coughed. ¡°It wasn¡¯t long before I knew he could talk. I¡¯m going to send him back when he recovers a little more.¡± (Mirania) ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you tell this to Balkan right away?¡± Scarlett simply didn¡¯t believe it. She¡¯s a cold hearted bat, so she won¡¯t take it right away with just a few words. ¡°Don¡¯t you know? The personality of Balkan.¡± (Mirania) ¡°What do you mean? Well, he¡¯s famous for babbling all the time.¡± (Scarlett) ¡°Well¡­ it¡¯s easy to suspect that a witch has a wolf, so I didn¡¯t say anything. You¡¯d understand why I did it, Scarlett.¡± War needs a cause. In other words, war won¡¯t easily happen if there¡¯s no cause. The situation here only had to be given the justification that ¡®the witch kidnapped the wolf¡¯s child.¡¯ ¡®For example, he wasn¡¯t kidnapped, but a young wolf followed me first.¡¯ ¡°Well. If it were me, I would ignore whether the wolf cub was lost or not.¡± Scarlett said as if it were natural. Seeing the suspicious gazes, Mirania sweated. It¡¯s not because of the bats who didn¡¯t take their eyes away. It was because I felt that Grecan¡¯s gaze was on my hands that held him. ¡®Don¡¯t bite me! Please don¡¯t bite me!¡¯ The story I told the bats was that I kept the wolf because it followed me. If Grecan bites me, the excuse would turn into bubbles. Then I¡¯d be even more suspicious. Mirania hastily changed the topic. ¡°What¡¯s the condition of a child with sleeping sickness?¡± Leberianz stared at Mirania and Grecan alternately, whether it was a serious problem for the bat tribe, and their eyes were on the coffin. Almost at the same time. Creak?! ¡®Aww!¡¯ Grecan bit Mirania¡¯s hand. Mirania¡¯s eyes widened at the burning, dizzying pain that spread from her hand. Her anger soared, but she didn¡¯t forget that she was in front of the bats. Chera, who was preparing the tea, saw what was going on and covered her gaping mouth with one hand. Then glanced into the eyes of the bat tribe. Mirania glanced at the bats still interested in the coffin and stroked Grecan¡¯s head with her other hand. ¡°Come on, good boy. This time, let¡¯s go find the tools we need the most in order to be punished.¡± It was a gentle but commanding tone. Grecan would be punished with the tool that chose for himself. Grecan¡¯s dark eyes, who had a foreboding of the future, trembled. The sharp teeth that penetrated the back of the hand were quietly hidden in his mouth. Grecan stared at Mirania pitifully. The calm black eyes were cute. However, Mirania only nodded toward the door without mercy. The night of obedience sparkled. Grecan¡¯s face crumpled, but he couldn¡¯t reject the command ordered by a demon. Thump, thump, thump¡­ Watching Grecan run out of the room, Mirania hid her wounded hand behind her back. Chera slowly approached Mirania¡¯s back and bowed down pretending to be looking for something. With a quick hand movement from an invisible angle to the bats, the herbal bottle in her arms was taken out and medicine was applied to the bleeding back of Mirania¡¯s hand. After receiving the first aid, Mirania glanced at the bats calmly. The bats, who had glanced at Grecan¡¯s back for a moment, turned their heads to Mirania. ¡°That¡¯s unusual. No matter how young a wolf was, for it to follow a witch¡­¡± ¡°There are so many unusual things in the world.¡± She was still skeptical, but Scarlett didn¡¯t bring up Grecan to make sure she understood the situation. Chera, who healed Mirania¡¯s wounds, naturally got up and sat in place. Now she¡¯s ready to have a serious conversation. ¡°How did you know that my child has a sleeping disease?¡± Scarlett asked bluntly. Mirania didn¡¯t panic nor embarrassed at her sudden question. ¡°Witches don¡¯t have the ears of beasts, but don¡¯t you know that many beasts become the ears of witches?¡± (Mirania) ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯ve known from a few years ago that bats clan have been inquiring about dragon doctors, magicians who are good at healing, and precious herbs.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Didn¡¯t all of that show efficacy for sleeping sickness?¡± Mirania spit out the words she had prepared in advance. It¡¯s not about making up lies. This was because I once scratched the information of Grecan and Leberianz with the conviction that if I knew the enemy, I would win 100%. ¡°And I would have been in your list of healers.¡± Scarlett, who was listening quietly, sighed when Mirania nodded. ¡°¡­You¡¯re right, Mirania. I¡¯ve heard that you¡¯re good at healing, so I¡¯ve been interested.¡± To be precise, it¡¯s not that she was good at healing others, but that the body itself was an excellent healing agent. However, it was not wise to spread sensitive information related to the characteristics of the body, so Mirania nodded, saying it was true. ¡°Tell me why you sent the letter first. I thought Mirania would help me with my child¡¯s treatment. So you must have sent me a letter, right?¡± Scarlett gave Mirania a sharp gaze. It¡¯s true that bats favor witches over wolves, but that¡¯s also comparable to other races. Basically, the witch family was the subject of vigilance because they used unknown magic. ¡°Am I right?¡± Mirania nodded coldly. ¡°He¡¯s your clan¡¯s¡­?¡± (Mirania) What should I call it? When I glanced at the unknown presence, Scarlett spoke without a doubt. ¡°Leberianz.¡± ¡°Yeah, Leberianz. Rather than trying to cure him.¡± (Mirania) ¡°¡­Are you sure?¡± Scarlett stared suspiciously. The same was true of other bats. Mieania nodded slightly, without a change in expression, despite their doubtful gaze. The bat woman tilted to Scarlett and whispered something in her ear. Mirania sipped her tea calmly while watching her whisper openly. ¡®You¡¯re probably saying that you don¡¯t believe what I say.¡¯ (Mirania) The bat woman stepped down and Scarlett turned to Mirania. ¡°Why?¡± It was a serious voice without a single laugh. ¡°Mirania, I know you don¡¯t intend to fight us. Not like those packs of stinky wolves.¡± (Scarlett) ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I agree that you are the guardian of nature and the only one on the continent. But I don¡¯t believe in your dark intentions. Even if we talk with a smile like this, you are the one who could capture our clan any time after a few days.¡± Mirania felt a bit off. ¡®Why are you saying that?¡¯ I had nothing more to say because I had nothing to refute Scarlett¡¯s words. Chapter 15 The former Great Witch with a fairly radical tendency wanted to purify the species for the sake of nature. Since the wolves and bats had gone to the brink of extinction due to the total offensive of the Great Witch and witch clan, so as long as they remembered the incident, the vigilance against the witch clan was natural in a way. ¡°Are you in a comfortable position to ask such a thing?¡± At Mirania¡¯s words, Scarlett¡¯s face darkened. Her biggest concern was that the noble descendant of the bat family had been suffering from sleeping disease for 10 years. ¡°It¡¯s better than losing my life.¡± It also means that she doesn¡¯t believe in witches. Mirania sighed as if she couldn¡¯t help it. ¡°Yeah. I couldn¡¯t say I¡¯m asking you the reason for the favor.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m not saying I¡¯ll treat him without any intention as you expected.¡± (Mirania) ¡°Then, tell me.¡± As if she knew it, Scarlett blinked with a more comfortable look. ¡°I¡¯m different from the previous Great Witch, but I agree that order was necessary in this land.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°As you know, it¡¯s a chaotic situation right now. To reduce strife and find peace, we need an order that everyone acknowledges.¡± ¡°Mirania, are you really going to war like the Squadron Lord Witch?¡± Scarlett¡¯s face turned cold. About 1000 years ago, the fact that the clan went to the brink of extinction was a trauma to the bat clan. Mirania shook her head slowly. ¡°The previous Great Witch and I are different people. I don¡¯t want war to happen.¡± Scarlett made a face in disbelief. ¡°But it¡¯s true that the witches want everything to be in order.¡± ¡®That¡¯s right¡®, with eyes as if telling the truth. Mirania swallowed a sigh. ¡°If each race sets its sights on each other like now, there would be war someday. I want to break down the boundaries of each race¡¯s territory.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°To do that, we need one Lord that could encompass the whole continent.¡± As Mirania continued, the faces of the bats changed every minute. The meaning of nonsense was clearly revealed, but Scarlett continued to listen to Mirania without change. ¡°Scarlett, I want you to support my proposal as a clan Lord.¡± ¡°¡­I¡¯ve said this for a long time, but in the end, you¡¯re going to fight without war.¡± ¡°I have no intention of touching your culture and territory. But I just want to open the tightly closed gates and exchange.¡± ¡°It reminds me of the human continent.¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Like humans.¡± Mirania raised an eyebrow. The cold, white face with a confident smile was convincing. The bats were confused and bit their lips. ¡°But even if we support you, the wolves won¡¯t be easy. Balkan¡¯s dirty personality won¡¯t recognize you as his superior.¡± Scarlett expressed her opinion with a worried expression. ¡°Don¡¯t worry about that. Wolves have their own solution.¡± After observing Mirania who responded with a relaxed attitude from start to finish, Scarlett sighed. In fact, it was a sigh of affirmation to accept Mirania¡¯s proposal. ¡°Okay. If you let my child live normally, my family would support you to become the Lord of the continent in the future.¡± ¡°Thank you for trusting me.¡± ¡°But my grandson tried all the medicines in the world to no avail. So, as a last resort, I was looking for the fairy, but I couldn¡¯t find a single hair of any fairy.¡± Mirania fell into thought. ¡®It must have been Alice who cured Leberianz¡¯s disease.¡¯ It was probably years later that they met. Was the meeting between the two due to the efforts of the bats? If so, I understand how they would have possibly met. ¡®Did you fall in love like that?¡¯ Whether it was love or not, how nice it would have been if they had supported and fallen for each other. It was very pleasant to say that her own heart was chosen as the sacrifice of that love. Without realizing it, Mirania stared at the coffin where the Leberianz was located. Immediately a suspicious look came into view. She slowly managed to restore her relaxed expression. ¡°Mirania?¡± At Mirania¡¯s silence, Scarlett asked curiously. Although she had accepted the proposal positively, she was still skeptical. Mirania naturally answered Scarlett¡¯s question. ¡°¡­Yes. So it¡¯s not easy for me to cure his illness. But if it¡¯s my healing, there¡¯s nothing I wouldn¡¯t do.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°In that sense, I have a suggestion. It may not be in your mind, but it must be accepted for the treatment.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that? If it¡¯s something we could do, we¡¯d cooperate as much as we want.¡± Although Scarlett was aggressive, she would be happy with her proposal. Mirania took a breath briefly and spoke quickly. ¡°Leave him to me.¡± Indeed, Scarlett paused. ¡°I¡¯m not exactly sure what that means.¡± ¡°It means to entrust him to my castle and entrust me with his treatment.¡± Scarlett¡¯s face hardened when Mirania spoke softly as if there was nothing special with what she said. The harsh reaction erupted beside Scarlett. ¡°Stop talking nonsense.¡± The youngest man, who had been dissatisfied for a long time, raised his hand on the coffin and glared at Mirania. (N: The raw refers to him as youngest bat-man) ¡°For us, this was the enemy camp. Having a successor in a place like this, do you think we would accept that statement?¡± The lips of the young bat twisted violently. His lips were particularly red in contrast to his pale skin. Sharp fangs appeared between his lips and then disappeared. ¡°Zacharin, don¡¯t get up.¡± When Scarlett ordered in a low voice, the bat young man shut up. However, the hostility in his eyes remained. ¡°My child said something harsh, but it¡¯s not wrong.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Mirania, I don¡¯t think you¡¯ll harm us for no reason, but I don¡¯t know why you have to take the risk of having my successor by your side.¡± Mirania waited for the bats to calm down before she spoke. ¡°I fully understand the concerns of the bat people. But his disease has deep roots, so it¡¯s difficult to cure it in a short time. It needs to be treated steadily.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°In addition, my magic works only when I treat him next to me.¡± Mirania remained calm all the time. It¡¯s true that she has to keep him around because it¡¯s not magic that she would use to cure him, but with her blood. ¡®Although the purpose was to keep him nearby and monitor it.¡¯ Treatment doesn¡¯t mean that Leberianz would get better right away. He would continue to suffer from sleeping sickness, and if he was left with the bats, and wakes up one day and meets Alice. ¡®It¡¯s like bleeding and tearing off my heart.¡¯ Mirania wondered if there was such a coincidence, but she didn¡¯t believe in this world anymore. If there was even the slightest possibility, I should block it first. ¡°It makes me reluctant to say that.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Scarlett looked at the teacup lost in thought. The bat clan was full of dissatisfaction, but waited quietly for the head to finish her worries. Finally, Scarlett spoke again. ¡°Prove it to us, Mirania.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°If you¡¯re confident that you could cure Leberianz, I¡¯ll do as you say then.¡± Scarlett¡¯s eyes were resolute and cold after finishing her worries. Mirania felt a strong gaze from the suspicious bats. ¡®I mean, it¡¯s a riot even if I give him treatment.¡¯ Mirania, who had already decided to pretend to enjoy their conversation, was offended by their sarcasm. If it wasn¡¯t for Mirania, Leberianz would have to spend his years sleeping. ¡®Should I beat him up?¡¯ After a brief moment of serious contemplation, Mirania sighed with her deep-set face. Leberianz would only sleep for a few years, but Mirania had to be in the time she had already been through decades. I¡¯m sick and tired of regression. ¡®Heh, what can I do? Let¡¯s hang in there.¡¯ That kind of rudeness could only be passed on. In fact, if they changed position and asked for the witch because the wolves and bats would take good care of him, she would ignore it without even pretending to listen. ¡®I could understand why you¡¯re doubting what kind of dream it was.¡¯ Milan, calmly calming down, opened its mouth. Mirania, who calmed her mind, spoke. ¡°Good.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°First of all, I have to see Leberianz.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°If it¡¯s too serious, I know I wouldn¡¯t be able to do it. I¡¯m afraid.¡± Mirania got up tossing her words on the bats for nothing. She was sarcastic and grumpy. A young male bat put the coffin that was only half his size on the marble. The young man took a glimpse at Mirania and opened the lid of the coffin. At the same time, the fragrant scent of acacia spread throughout the room, and the temperature dropped. ¡®It¡¯s cold.¡¯ As a matter of fact, Chera trembled lightly. Needless to say, bats basically have a low body temperature, and sleep sickness is a disease that harbors chills. Leberianz, suffering from sleep sickness, was colder than an ice cave. ¡°¡­¡± The young male bat hesitated, then took the lid of the coffin and stepped back. He seemed to be wary of Mirania. Mirania, glimpsing at the retreating bat, slowly approached the coffin. His decadent magic bloomed like a thread. ¡®¡­Leberianz.¡¯ Sweet and beautiful blonde hair as if honey and gold thread were woven together. Pale but white skin like a prince. Smooth facial features. It was so beautiful that it came out like a tempting bat. The face of a man who has become familiar with countless repeated regressions. Mirania stared intently at the Leberianz. ¡®You¡¯re still young.¡¯ The features were similar, but much younger. The height right now was likely half of his height from the previous life, and the adult jaw was round like a child. Eyelids with blue veins covering the eyes, but there would be pupils red as blood and transparent as crystal glass. Mirania could clearly picture in her mind how this young bat¡¯s successor would grow later. Chapter 16 ? ¡°Mirania.¡± When Mirania stood still, Scarlett called her name in a small trembling tone. It¡¯s a voice that couldn¡¯t hide its nervousness. Scarlett pretended to be calm and relaxed in front of Mirania, but the most worrisome thing would be the safety of her successor. ¡°It¡¯s starting¡­¡± Mirania placed her index finger and middle finger on Leberianz hand. ¡®I should be glad that Leberianz was suffering from sleep sickness.¡¯ She¡¯s already struggling to raise the young Grecan, and even the thought of waking up Leberianz makes her shudder. Leberianz has a different type of obsessive male character than Grecan. In a way, Leberianz could have been more troublesome than the simple minded Grecan. Even with treatment, Leberianz would still suffer from sleep sickness. One¡¯s own treatment only reduces the duration of illness, but does not miraculously eliminate the disease itself. ¡®Please wake up after Grecan has calmed down a bit.¡¯ ??????? In her deepest prayers, Mirania lifted her finger from his wrist, and drops of blood gushed out of it. ¡®Still, it would have the effect of raising the body temperature.¡¯ It won¡¯t be completely cured immediately, but that alone would be a hope for the frustrated bat people because there¡¯s no cure. Mirania pointed a finger at Leberianz and muttered something as she pretended to chant a spell. For the effectiveness of treatment, only her blood could be used, but she made it look like a treatment healing art. It was a kind of show. Indeed, as Mirania uttered anything under the guise of a spell, the bat¡¯s eyes looked nervous. Only Chera was blinking her eyes at the scene. Mirania squinted at the atmosphere around them. ¡®This should be good enough.¡¯ Mirania slightly bit her lip and placed a finger on Leberianz¡¯s forehead. ¡®Since I¡¯m raising his body temperature, should I have him absorb it?¡¯ She quickly pulled back her finger that touched his forehead. ¡®Right, wasn¡¯t feeding more effective?¡¯ Mirania took the most familiar method for the treatment. Just feeding him blood right away. As five drops of blood began to change slightly as if they were moving in the wind along with the movement of her fingers. Blood drops tilted to one side and moved, and finally reached the tip of her finger. The dangling drops of blood fell to Leberianz¡¯s pale lips according to Mirania¡¯s intentions. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop¡­ It was exactly five drops. Blood smeared on his smooth, pale blue lips. There was a grotesque stain of blood smeared like dissonance on his lips, dry enough to see the skin of his lips. But the next moment¡­ ¡°Arghh¡­¡± The eyes of the bats who were watching widened. The drops of blood soaked in the lips disappeared as if they were seeping inside. ¡°¡­¡± Not a single breath could be heard from them. Everyone¡¯s eyes were focused on Leberianz in the coffin. After a few seconds had passed, the pale skin of the Leberianz changed. His lips turned red, and a blush rose to his lifeless frozen cheeks. Just as a beautiful doll moves as if it comes to life, the change was very shocking. ¡°Oh, m-my Leberianz!¡± Scarlett, who was maintaining dignity, screamed softly. The eyes of the young bats who were wary of Mirania also showed a surprising gaze. Mirania felt a little proud and spoke seemingly calm on the outside. ¡°This treatment is related to my life, so the time it can be used is limited. That¡¯s why I¡¯m asking you to entrust Leberianz and leave him here at my castle.¡± ??????? She simply emphasized that ¡®It¡¯s not because there are absolutely other intentions.¡¯ Well, it wasn¡¯t a lie. ¡®Anyway, I¡¯m just using my blood, it has nothing to do with my life.¡¯ Scarlett¡¯s red eyes fluttered in excitement. ¡°Thank you, Mirania.¡± She was talking to Mirania, but her eyes were nailed to Leberianz, who was like a lively doll. Mirania generously understood in consideration of the touching moment Scarlett faced. ¡°For the time being, this is the limit. If we continue the treatment, he¡¯s eyes will open soon. It will get better as time goes by.¡± Receiving the attention of the bats, who were surprised as if a miracle had happened, Mirania decided to put her showmanship to work to get the wedge. She didn¡¯t have to, but she slowly reached out to Leberianz. She gently placed her hand on his lively red cheek. ¡°Look at this. Right now, his face might look like this, but later on¡­¡± At that moment, Leberianz breathed heavily. ¡°Whew¡­ ¡± Mirania, who spoke calmly like an expert, hardened like a stone statue. A cold breath that scatters from her fingertips. ¡®No way!¡® Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re catching a witch? Flash~ Leberianz opened his eyes. ¡®Red eyes that are younger than I remember. ¡® Mirania, who made eye contact, almost gasped for breath. Gulp. Instead of a startling scream, there was a sound of swallowing. Blink, Leberianz¡¯ eyes moved. His somewhat dazed gaze turned to the surroundings, then returned to Mirania. ¡®Boom!¡® ¡®My heart almost dropped.¡¯ ¡°Oh my, Leberianz!¡± Unaware of Mirania¡¯s astonishment, the bat maiden shouted. Unlike Mirania, it was a scream full of joy. Leberianz¡¯s eyes were still looking straight at Mirania. ¡°¡­¡± Mirania kept calm and, and a drop of sweat fell on her back. ¡®Close your eyes¡­ Close your eyes again!¡® Would the wind work? As if it was a temporary phenomenon that his eyes opened, Leberianz¡¯s eyelids closed again. The bats lamented sadly at the sight of Leberianz with his eyes closed as if they would never open again. Mirania, on the other hand, was deeply relieved. ¡®Leberianz must not wake up yet.¡¯ The eyes of the bats turned to Mirania, and she muttered with a serious expression. ¡°¡­The treatment effect appears faster than I thought.¡± ??????? ¡°Mirania.¡± Scarlett, who dried the areas of her eyes with a handkerchief, straightened her posture and stared at Mirania. It was a polite attitude as never before. She spoke with a determined expression. ¡°Our bat clan will support you to become the Lord of this continent.¡± The young bats, who were suspicious of Mirania from beginning to end, also bowed their heads with one hand on their chest. It was a sign of oath. ¡°So, please, I¡¯m begging you to help my child get better.¡± Scarlett also bowed her head the same way. After the bats, who had been engulfed in a wave of emotion, returned, Mirania, exhausted, sat down on a hard wooden chair. Chera glanced at Mirania, who looked displeased. ¡°Things went well¡­ But why do you look like that?¡± ¡°Did you just say that everything went well?¡± ??????? At her frightening reaction, Chera nodded awkwardly. ¡°It was good, wasn¡¯t it?¡± Didn¡¯t the bats, especially Lord Scarlett, bow their heads? Chera felt as if the witches had won the battle against the bats. She knows how hard it must have been for her to endure the desire to jump and express joy. ¡®If that¡¯s not what happened, then what was?¡® ????? Mirania looked despondent at the strange gaze of Chera. ¡°Leberianz almost woke up, didn¡¯t he?* Despite Mirania¡¯s grim response, Chera was puzzled. ¡°You have to wake him up, right? That way, we can continue to receive the support of the bats.¡± ????? Mirania, who was watching Chera, sighed deeply. Chera, who was about to rejoice belatedly, faltered again. ¡®Was it not?¡¯ Glancing at Mirania, whose thoughts seemed complicated, Chera asked what she was secretly curious about. ¡°But when did you get that idea? All across the continent! No matter how much I repeat it, you always refuse.¡± ????? Chera¡¯s eyes twinkled. Mirania rested her chin on the back of her hand and glanced at Chera. ¡°Then now you can put the wolves under your feet with the support of the bats on your back! Finally! That savage race under your feet!¡± ????? At last, Chera clenched her fist and cheered. Mirania spat out at Chera, who was about to burst into all shouts of joy. ¡°That¡¯s not going to happen.¡± ??????? ¡°All across the continent¡­ What?¡± ????? With her fist clenched, Chera¡¯s eyes opened roundly. ¡°All of it is ephemeral.¡± ¡°What?¡± ????? ¡°What¡¯s so important about that when I¡¯m about to die?¡± ??????? Mirania continued, ¡°It¡¯s annoying.¡± Unlike Mirania, Chera was openly disappointed that she had more than a hundred years to live. ¡°Then why did you say that to the bats? If you don¡¯t need that, you don¡¯t have to cure the successor of the bat race!¡± ????? ¡°The order has changed.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± ¡°I made an excuse ¡®all over the continent¡® to treat him. That way, they won¡¯t suspect me.¡± ??????? Chera looked at the coffin on the marble statue and Mirania alternately. A look of incomprehension filled her. ¡°Why¡­?¡± ????? Why do you have to make such an excuse? Even to cure the heir of the bat race? Does that mean it¡¯s more important to treat the successor of the bat race than the continent? ¡®No, why?¡¯ To Chera, whose mind was complicated by unanswered questions, Mirania still explained in a dejected voice. ¡°Because I need it. His treatment¡­ No, there¡¯s no need to work hard on the treatment. For Leberianz, getting up as late as possible would help.¡± ??????? ¡®Because I just have to delay the date he meets Alice.¡¯ Unlike Chera, who gets more and more curious rather than answering her questions, Mirania rolls her brain to work on a difficult plan. ¡®I don¡¯t think his sleep sickness was as serious as I thought. Seeing him open his eyes from a few drops of blood. Then, in the future, if it¡¯s a drop of blood a day¡­ Would one drop per week be better?¡¯ Chera glanced at Mirania, who was seriously agonizing, and pointed to the coffin as if it had lost its steam. ¡°Then where should I put the successor of the bat race?¡± It sounds like you¡¯re dealing with similar things. It was because the value of the Leberianz in Chera had fallen sharply, not because it was necessary for the unification of the continent. Uninterested in how Leberianz would be treated, Mirania waved her hand with an annoyed look. ¡°Just anywhere¡­¡± ??????? ¡°Anywhere?¡± Mirania paused to change her words. Chapter 17 ¡°No, bring it to my room.¡± ¡°To Mirania¡¯s room? He must be cold.¡± ¡°Just leave it in my room. My room will be the safest.¡± ¡®If someone tries to steal him after leaving him somewhere, it will be a big deal.¡¯ So it would be a big deal if he meets Alice. Still it¡¯s unlikely, but considering what I¡¯ve been through, it¡¯s very likely that it will happen. Considering the rules of this world that goes around for main characters. Mirania murmured, glaring at the coffin, which was made of luxurious ebony wood but looked gruesomely unpleasant to her eyes. ¡°In a world where I¡¯m meant to die, such a damn world this is.¡± ¡°What did you say?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing¡­¡± ? When Chera moved the coffin of Leberianz to Mirania¡¯s room, Mirania headed to the apothecary to solve the questions she had heard earlier. ¡®Can my blood be so effective?¡¯ The Witch¡¯s guardian tree, the blood of the great witch born from the so-called Witch tree was a rare cure, but the effect I had just seen from Leberianz was probably too much. When I pulled to open the door to the medicine room, a slightly dreamy and sour smell lingered on the tips of my nose. Everything that could be found in the witch room was what the Wizard¡¯s Towers covets. They range from magic ingredients such as dried lizard tails that are good for energy and deep-sea coral reefs that are effective for skin whitening, and materials for personal research. ¡°It¡¯s best to use dried flowers to test vitality.¡± Mirania took a pot of withered flowers from the cupboard. A droplet of blood trickled and dropped on the petals just before they were dried and twisted. Drop~ The withered petals of the flower that absorbed the blood shook slightly. Mirania looked at the slightly thawed flower with doubt. ¡°It¡¯s definitely¡­¡± The blood has changed. It wasn¡¯t really a bad thing. It¡¯s an increase in efficacy. The question was, ¡®Why?¡¯ ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Mirania tilted her head and glanced outside the room through the window. ¡°Did I eat something healthy?¡± ¡®I don¡¯t think so in particular¡­¡¯ ¡°If my health got worse, wouldn¡¯t I know?¡± Weren¡¯t I simply stressed out because of Grecan and Leberianz? No matter how much I think about it, there¡¯s no such thing to point it out. As she walked out of the Witch¡¯s castle, immersed in her thoughts, she saw a group of witches at the training ground. ¡°What are you doing?¡± ¡°Ah, Mirania! You¡¯re here.¡± A witch was hiding from Mirania. Then she pointed at the middle of the training ground. Wherever the young witch pointed, Grecan was there. ¡°Even if we talk to him, he won¡¯t move, so we wondered what Mirania did.¡± Grecan was sitting at the training ground with a branch in his mouth. Frustrated by the fact that Leberianz opened his eyes, Mirania recalled her command that she had completely forgotten. Okay, nice guy. This time, let¡¯s find the tools we need most to punish him. ¡°Oh, I did.¡± I forced myself to speak kindly because of the bat tribe, but my stomach was boiling. As I watched Grecan quietly waiting for my command, the pain that had been lodged in the back of my hand seemed to worsen. But the job was well done, and the bats left, so I was even angrier. ¡°But I can¡¯t just let it go.¡± I¡¯d still get hurt in the end. In addition, Chera said the training should be consistent. Mirania was annoyed, but she approached Grecan to walk to the right path of discipline. ¡®I expected it, but I have to pay more attention to him.¡¯ Either to kill him, immobilize him, or move it to another continent. Compared to such a simple method, this plan to change the hearts of male protagonist was time-consuming and required delicate work. ¡°The result of patience will be a sweet fruit.¡± Mirania has already comforted herself as Grecan begins to get annoyed. As she stood in front of Grecan, he raised his head. He ate well and rested well, and his long, big tail fluttered. Wagging~ Mirania alternately glanced at Grecan¡¯s grumpy face and his active tail waving and hitting the ground. Chera said that canines wag their tails to express pleasure or joy. Why was his tail making such a fuss when the expression on his face was unhappy? Mirania was confused, ¡®Is it bad or a good thing?¡¯ Anyway, that¡¯s not what¡¯s important right now. ¡°Grecan, you shouldn¡¯t show yourself when I have guests.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°This is my fault for not telling you in advance, so I won¡¯t blame you. However!¡± When I pointed and lectured him at the end of my words, Grecan¡¯s tail, which was wagging, stopped. ¡°Obviously, didn¡¯t I tell you not to stick your teeth and bite recklessly? Look at what happened?¡± Mirania waved her hand, which was bitten by him in front of Grecan. Having received her first aid, Mirania¡¯s hand had been thoroughly healed by the witch¡¯s healing powers, but it still looked like it had been wounded because she had not taken off her bandages. Grecan slipped his head to the side. Mirania spoke clearly to Grecan, who turned away from her. ¡°You bit my hand again.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You should get punished, right?¡± While hesitating, Grecan dropped a twig at the foot of Mirania. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Mirania, who was about to move even if he showed signs of remorse, couldn¡¯t help but panic. ¡°¡­I¡¯m a bit lacking in tools for punishment, but it¡¯s not bad.¡± ¡®What am I supposed to do with this?¡¯ Grecan seemed to have guessed that Mirania¡¯s command was to punish him. Mirania was troubled, but she was calm. ¡®Did Chera tell him?¡¯ The trainees should always have a relaxed attitude. Mirania glanced coldly at Grecan and the branch he brought in front of her. ¡°Are you asking me to hit you?¡± When she reached out her hand, the branch moved and landed on Mirania¡¯s hand. Mirania stared at Grecan while holding the branch. Grecan stared at Mirania¡¯s clear dark eyes and wagged his tail. ¡°I¡¯ve never hit you before.¡± Far from her violent tendencies, Mirania was reluctant to hit him with a twig. Mirania hesitated and coughed heavily. ¡°What I ordered was the most appropriate tool to punish you. Will this branch give pain to your hairy body? Because you can¡¯t be punished with effective tools, it¡¯s only for human beings.¡± Mirania was troubled and bit her tongue with a heavy heart. ¡®I don¡¯t like hitting him.¡¯ Instead of hitting him with branches, I¡¯m going to make him tired from the training ground with a ball for physical punishment in the guise of training. ¡°So from now on¡­¡± It was the moment when I was about to speak out. Whoosh~ Grecan¡¯s change began. ¡°Oh my!¡± The witches screamed and turned their heads vigorously. ¡°So, from now on, don¡¯t tease you with my mouth and listen to you.¡± Grecan, a wolf that was a little over Mirania¡¯s knee. The black hair that had covered his small body was sucked into his skin. In the place of the hair, a copper-coloured skin appeared, and although the four legs were still short, they became limbs packed with muscles. Grecan, who slowly lifted his crouched body, looked at Mirania. Smooth brown skin. The shiny black eyes did not change. But¡­ Mirania was speechless. ¡°¡­¡± Grecan, who became a boy and in the form of a human, tilted his head when he saw Mirania spaced out. Only then did distrust in Mirania¡¯s eyes, who came to her senses. ¡°Words¡­¡± ¡°No way.¡± Grecan blinked his eyes repeatedly. His dark but clear eyes revealed that he wasn¡¯t like the small wolf that had been here until just now. The witches, whose eyes widened like rabbits in surprise at the same Mirania, belatedly confirmed Grecan¡¯s appearance and screamed. ¡°Oh my oh!!¡± ¡°Oh my gosh! Am I delusional?¡± ¡°Oh no! This is what you¡¯re saying, right?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right! It¡¯s so crazy!¡± ¡°But isn¡¯t it a little cute?¡± These young witches who have never been out to the continent of humans. Covered their eyes with their hands, with their cheeks flushed red. Some witches glanced at Grecan with curious eyes. Needless to say, the young Grecan, who had completely changed into his human form, was naked. Mirania, who recovered her senses, also realized the problem. ¡°I didn¡¯t know who it was. Huh? Still? Why don¡¯t you look away?¡± Eventually, when he yelled, the witches pretended not to peek and looked elsewhere. Mirania snapped her fingers and summoned her favourite cloak. As she wrapped her cloak around Grecan¡¯s body, her sighs flowed out. Although he has transformed into a human being, his human form also looked like a child because he was still young. When it comes to humans, I think he was about 8 years old? Little Grecan was covered in Mirania¡¯s silver cloak. He looked like a child who borrowed his mother¡¯s clothes. Mirania tightly tied the cloak to Grecan¡¯s body and bowed her head. A storm raged in her head, not losing her serenity as she grew older. From Leberianz to Grecan¡­ ¡°Why is it so fast?¡± ¡®Is my memory wrong?¡¯ The other day, Grecan succeeded in partial transformation. But I thought it was only possible for a moment because I didn¡¯t punish him. ¡®There will still be more than a year left before his complete transformation is possible.¡¯ But this now¡­ how could it be? If he grows this fast, would Leberianz also wake up before becoming an adult? Mirania frowned, ¡®Things are getting difficult.¡¯ It¡¯s still possible for me to control Grecan with the power of the Great Witch. However, if Grecan awakened to regain his power as an adult, the control I have might become useless. Mirania unknowingly swept over her chest, as if holding her heart. Her precious heart beating smoothly. ¡°Now¡­¡± Grecan opened his mouth, gulping. A low, threatening voice passed through Mirania¡¯s head, which swallowed saliva without realizing it. -¡®Give me your heart.¡¯ A more mature and husky, but clear voice of Grecan. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Mirania glared at Grecan¡¯s lips piercingly. ¡°I should be punished.¡± Grecan spoke out awkwardly. Chapter 18 ¡®¡­?¡¯ Mirania remained silent. Grecan frowned when Mirania had no answer. He even looks around the other witches. As if it were a habit, Grecan felt the night of obedience tightening his throat. Mirania seemed angry and worried about giving ridiculous orders. Away from her chaos, Mirania kept a straight face, pretending she had never been embarrassed. ¡°Okay. You should be punished.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You know what you did wrong, right?¡± Grecan frowned. As he humanized, his facial expression changed more vividly. Mirania could guess what Grecan was thinking. ¡°You don¡¯t know what you did wrong.¡± ¡°When there are guests, don¡¯t interrupt, and you shouldn¡¯t bite people recklessly.¡± ¡°Guest¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s lips were stuff as he muttered. ¡°It¡¯s not a guest, I smelled something weird.¡± It was a clear reason in its way. Mirania was speechless but soon spoke out. ¡°¡­That¡¯s just the unique body odour of the bat race. Hating it is outdated. The bat family is a race that shares this continent, so you have to get along well.¡± The witches, the wolves, and the bats hate each other. It¡¯s fairly widespread racial hatred, but it needs to be changed. Grecan frowned and looked up at Milan. ¡°I can¡¯t bite?¡± Mirania pondered the meaning of Grecan¡¯s words for a moment. Even at her words, Grecan seemed reluctant to bats. And now there¡¯s only one bat family member that could be found in the realm of witches. ¡®Leberianz.¡¯ Mirania shuddered at the back of her neck as she looked at Grecan again with his human form. The fact that the next head of the wolf clan attacks the next head of the bat clan means the start of the Continental War. ¡®It can¡¯t be done in this generation.¡¯ In order not to start a war, it must be after I have passed away, and it must be outside the realm of the witch family. Mirania had a stern look and said, ¡°Never.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s face looked dissatisfied. If there had not been a night of obedience, it would not be strange to bite Mirania and even bite Leberianz lying in a coffin. Mirania, ignoring Grecan¡¯s dissatisfaction, raised the branch. The branch with a broken center was shorter than the first one. ¡°Maybe you can¡¯t understand it with words.¡± Mirania said. ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Turn around.¡± Grecan squinted at Mirania, but he could not ignore the power of the night of obedience. Grecan turned around as commanded. ¡°Walk with your cloak.¡± Grecan paused and rolled up his cloak, revealing his chubby, muscular calves. Even though he was still young, he has a strong calf. Mirania grabbed the branch and glanced at Grecan. ¡°As of today, you should never bite people recklessly again. Do you get it?¡± Grecan didn¡¯t answer. It was a clear sign of dissatisfaction. ¡°Tsk, tsk.¡± Milania swung the branch without hesitation. Slap!~ A branch hit Grecan¡¯s calf. One, two, three¡­ Grecan¡¯s copper calves developed a solid red line. It was a thrilling moment, Mirania thought to beat the enemy who had ripped her heart out ten times. Mirania, who unknowingly hit him harder, suddenly stopped and looked at Grecan¡¯s movements. Grecan¡¯s shoulders were moving up and down. My heart suddenly sank when I saw him huffing and puffing because he couldn¡¯t beat me. ¡°Was it too much?¡± It was called breeding, but the ultimate goal was to tame Grecan and Leberianz, and not aim for my heart. My fingers flinched when I imagined a vindictive Grecan rushing at me telling me to give my heart. Mirania quickly threw the branches back and coughed in vain. ¡°Hmm¡­¡± The calf with the red line bothers her. Grecan slowly lowered his cloak and covered his calves. ¡°Do you think this is enough for you to understand?¡± Grecan slowly turned around. As expected, he was biting his lower lip. -¡®A proper amount of carrots and sticks!¡¯ Mirania realized that it was time to give carrots. ¡°Growl¡­¡± Grecan continued to wheeze as if he knew he couldn¡¯t win. No matter how clumsy he was, didn¡¯t he have anything to do with being a wolf? ¡°Your pride must have been damaged.¡± It was only after being hit by a witch who forcibly ordered him with the night of obedience. I just have to end it with resentment, it¡¯s forbidden to hold grudges. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡®Whether it¡¯s difficult.¡¯ Mirania pondered and reached out to Grecan. ¡°Come here.¡± Her voice softly flowed out of her concern that Grecan might hold grudges or resentment. Grecan looked confused as to whether this was an order or not, but he took a step closer to Mirania. ¡°I did this to guide you on the right path.¡± As she spoke modestly, Grecan tilted his head and gently placed his chin on her shoulder. Mirania held Grecan in one arm and walked holding the hem of the cloak with her other hand. Grecan flinched as if he was worried about getting hit by her again. Mirania felt a little awkward, so she moved her hand slowly so Grecan would not be surprised. The red lines on his calf, Mirania with her old rage has hurt Grecan. ¡°Tsk¡­¡± She clicked her tongue and snapped her fingers. A witch-making healing ointment was summoned on her palm. A great witch was born from a witch tree. So neither Mirania nor Chera have ever taken any upbringing, nor had they ever been brought up by anyone. But she¡¯s never seen the scene of Chera¡¯s training as a young witch. ¡°Corrective punishment should also make love be felt.¡± Even if he received corrective punishment with a whip, he went into the young witch¡¯s room at night and applied medicine. She responded as if it was natural to Mirania that there was no need for corrective punishment. -¡®If you did something wrong, you should be punished, but the resentment shouldn¡¯t last long.¡¯ Chera said in the past. That¡¯s the perfect answer for the current situation. ¡®In other words, anger can be relieved, but the other person has to take that anger for granted.¡¯ I was mistaken. What Chera said meant that the discipline of love should not be a resentment toward each other or mutual grudge. Mirania carefully applied ointment to Grecan¡¯s calves. As the cold ointment touched his hot calves due to rising pain, Grecan continued to flinch. Grecan held Mirania¡¯s forearms tightly with his fingers. ¡°Does it hurt that much?¡± The branches are a little hard, but they don¡¯t seem to be that hard. Thinking that her corrective punishment might have hurt him more than she expected, she clicked her tongue again and moved her fingers more delicately. In my memory, the obsessive Grecan was a very persistent guy. He would remember what happened today and won¡¯t retaliate later, so I have to change his grudge towards me. All of this was being shown in front of the witches. Chera slipped out of the witches and left the training ground and crept up to Mirania. ¡°Mirania, what are you doing?¡± Whispering in Mirania¡¯s ear, she replied in a voice so small that Grecan couldn¡¯t hear. ¡°This is the discipline of love.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t believe I¡¯m applying medicine right after the punishment¡­ It¡¯s a sample of a sickness medicine.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°At least give him time to think about his mistakes.¡± Chera added. Obsessed with the idea that he should be vindicated immediately, Mirania was stunned by Chera¡¯s advice. ¡°Am I doing it wrong?¡±¡¯ When she gently turned her head, the witches were murmuring. They all look like, ¡®What is Mirania doing now?¡¯ ¡®Oh, this is not it.¡¯ Mirania, who had never scolded anyone or did discipline of love, later realized that her actions felt unpredictable to others. ¡°Hmm..¡±, She coughed in vain and responded in a serious tone. ¡°Everyone makes a little mistake.¡± Chera shrugged her shoulders and stepped back. ¡°I¡¯m done with the ointment.¡± Mirania awkwardly held her fingers with ointment on them. Grecan rested his forehead on her forearm. ¡°Grecan.¡± ¡®Chera¡¯s words were convincing.¡¯ Concerned that Grecan would think he had been ¡®hurt and teased,¡¯ Mirania called him in a sweet voice that sounded sarcastic. Grecan glanced up to look at her. Mirania stared at Grecan¡¯s black eyes and said softly, ¡°You should know this one thing.¡± ¡°¡­What?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t scold you because I didn¡¯t like you. Can I expect you to be mature enough to understand that?¡± A friendly and soft voice crossed Grecan¡¯s eyes. While sleeping well, he was kidnapped, locked up in a cage, locked in a solitary room, and thought of the past filled with an irresistible leash. Milania quickly continued, ¡°You must be very upset today, so go in and rest. I¡¯ll give you a break from training.¡± ¡®Isn¡¯t this enough to make me feel bad?¡¯ As she stroked his hair, Grecan stared at Mirania. Mirania urged him to rest, and push him back to the castle. After taking a few steps, Grecan glanced behind him. Mirania, who had been frowning over the sudden controversy over the punishment, forced her face to smile at his gaze. Grecan¡¯s head tilted slightly and sideways. Then he held Mirania¡¯s silver cloak tight and walked around with his hurting calves. Mirania stares at his calf covered with dark green ointment, then Grecan looks back at her again. ¡®Why do you keep looking at me?¡¯ Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Mirania doubted that Grecan was trying to sort this out on his revenge list. Her forced smile faded as soon as Grecan disappeared into the castle. ¡°Phew, it must be the time for me to die. This is why I have to look into the eyes of my enemies.¡± Chapter 19 Mirania was lamenting, and Chera spoke in a whining tone. ¡°Mirania, you have to be strict when you scold him. If you act so weakly, their habits will only get worse.¡± Chera shines first when it comes to raising the witches, she succeeded and was the fastest for disciplining the witches with excellent personality and wisdom. With her excellent teaching skills in breeding and nurturing the witches, Chera clicked her tongue as if Mirania was frustrating, but for Mirania, who was consumed in disappointment, didn¡¯t pay attention to her whims more than the constant autumn breeze. ¡°Sigh¡­¡± With a sigh, Mirania massaged her forehead. It was purely because of Chera¡¯s scolding, but not a drop of sweat came out that she could squeeze. ¡®Grecan never forgets the person who hurts him.¡¯ Mirania didn¡¯t know how many times she retreated, but she remembered a time when she¡¯s struggling in her previous life to kill Grecan. In order to break the enslavement, she managed to deal and tame Grecan, and believed she did. Until I saw Grecan, who returned from a world that was only gracious to the protagonists like him. ¡®It was the worst back then.¡¯ Mirania, whose face became pale, trembled after recalling all the hardships and suffering all that happened in the past, Chera tilted her head curiously. ¡°Grecan?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right. Chera, I should keep that in mind.¡± ¡°Strange. Why are you so worried about a baby wolf?¡± ¡°¡­Children grow up quickly. Don¡¯t you know that?¡± Less than 20 years are left before Grecan becomes an adult and be the obsessed male protagonist he was. ¡°I should make a few more training balls.¡± ? This was how the Grecan was raised by Mirania. Through the night of obedience, she brainwashed Grecan and made him cherish her affection by being good to him. Mirania ultimately wanted Grecan to see herself as his parent. ¡®Then, if you someday meet Alice again, you¡¯ll probably stop yourself from tearing my heart out.¡¯ Therefore, Mirania was extra kind to Grecan. But after all that, what should we do with the new troublesome thing? ¡°When Leberianz wakes up¡­¡± Mirania whispered, thinking in her room. At some point, inside her room, which had been peaceful since the day the bat people visited, was emitting a cold atmosphere as if it had formed icy crystals on the ceiling of a cave. It was only because of the luxurious black coffin that all took up one side of the room. There was a deep look on her face looking down at the coffin. Grecan had a rough idea of ??how to raise and open the coffin, but it was so dark that he couldn¡¯t see Leberianz. Unlike Grecan, who had never been loved by anyone as a child, Leberianz was treasured by the bat people. Therefore, it was impossible to open up his mind that Mirania was somewhat good and not an enemy. If Grecan was wary as if he had sharp thorns like a hedgehog, then Leberianz could be as picky as a rose that has grown tall with love. Mirania swung and opened the door of the coffin. Leberianz, laid in his coffin with a pale complexion, he looks dead at first glance, but he¡¯s barely breathing. Leberianz hasn¡¯t opened his eyes since the day the bats left. ¡°A drop of blood per week.¡± Mirania carefully drew blood from her fingers and dropped it on Leberianz¡¯s lips. I dropped only one and immediately recovered my hand because I was afraid that more blood would fall. Blood drops settled on Leberianz¡¯s lower lip. It was sucked into his lips as if Leberianz were sucking it in himself. It was always a creepy sight to watch the blood disappearing in his lips like he drinks it. ¡°Don¡¯t you feel like you¡¯re coveting my vitality?¡± Mirania squinted and observed Leberianz carefully. There was a slight redness on Leberianz¡¯s pale face. Fortunately, that¡¯s all, and he still doesn¡¯t open his eyes. ¡®He might open his eyes suddenly, so I¡¯ll have to wait and see.¡¯ Mirania, who could not let go of the tension, did not take her eyes off Leberianz. Squeak~ ¡°Grrr¡­¡± The door opened and Grecan came in, in a wolf state with his fluffy fur. With a long snout, biting a training ball. These days, Mirania trains Grecan every day. When Mirania throws the ball, Grecan comes to visit, which at first took half a day, but gradually shortened, and now it takes an hour to retrieve the ball. Watching Grecan approaching with his tail wagging, Mirania tilted her head. ¡®Isn¡¯t this more like a ball game instead of training?¡¯ Looking at him suspiciously, Grecan wags his tail even harder, then carefully lowers his hips to Mirania¡¯s feet and sits calmly. There was something she learned after spending a few days together. Mirania understood that the more Grecan¡¯s tail wags, the more ¡®good¡® or ¡®excited¡® he felt. In short, Grecan was in a good mood right now. ¡°Well done.¡± She couldn¡¯t hide her shivering heart and stroked Grecan¡¯s hair roughly, but Grecan gasped as if he liked it. Mirania¡¯s face, naturally scratching the gaping snout of Grecan, was calm. She stroked his fur and rubbed his chin. It had already happened three times in one day alone, so she was getting bored without realizing it. ¡®It¡¯s more important to know how Leberianz¡¯s condition changes.¡¯ Moreover, her mind was not with Grecan, but in a different field. Her attention was focused on Leberianz unknowingly, rather than on the well-raised Grecan. A dog that has an owner was all about where the owner¡¯s interest was. Grecan was no longer a wild wolf. ¡°Grr¡­ crr¡­!¡± There were a lot of wrinkles on the back of his nose when his dissatisfied voice burst out. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°Okay, okay¡­¡± Mirania, who roughly soothed him, picked up the training ball that Grecan dropped and threw it through the window. ¡°Have fun picking it up.¡± Gregan crumpled his face as if saying ¡®this was not right¡¯, but his body, which had been repeatedly learned, ran faithfully along with the ball. Crash! When Grecan went out, Mirania focused all her attention again on Leberianz. A sharp nose and dark red lips. He¡¯s still young, but his face with clear features looks pale. He looked like a lifeless doll, but Mirania didn¡¯t miss the subtle blush on his cheeks. ¡®The complexion hasn¡¯t disappeared yet.¡¯ The lively colours that appeared on Leberianz¡¯s face were dazzlingly beautiful, but for Mirania, it was only the young appearance of an enemy. Mirania, expressionless, calmly analyzed Leberianz¡¯s case in detail. ¡®The effect of a drop of blood lasts half a day.¡¯ One drop was enough. Five drops could cause Leberianz to open his eyes. ¡°It¡¯s okay if he gets better late. There shouldn¡¯t be a situation where he¡¯ll meet Alice without being tamed by me.¡± No, it couldn¡¯t be, I couldn¡¯t just simply give up. Before he meets Alice, I need time to raise him. Mirania looked forward to at least five years. ¡°One drop seems a little small, but should I try two drops of blood from now on?¡± Mirania was deeply immersed in thought. Thud~ The door opened and the majestic Grecan came in with a dignified step. It was as if he was shouting, ¡®I¡¯m already here!¡¯ Because Mirania didn¡¯t cast a spell on the ball, the ball fell close, and Grecan quickly grabbed the ball with his mouth and hurriedly climbed up. It was his shortest return. ¡®The witch will be surprised!¡¯ However, when he arrived, Mirania was still looking down at the reluctant coffin with a serious expression, let alone being proud of him. ¡°Rollover.¡± The ball fell from his mouth and rolled into a corner lonely without anyone paying attention. ¡°Growl¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s triumphant expression was distorted, and his small body couldn¡¯t beat the minute and grumble roughly. Mirania turned her head in surprise at the sting. A little sting she could feel from her hand, a baby wolf biting her. When their gazes met, he growled and his throats trembled. ¡°¡­?¡± Mirania was confused when she saw Grecan with his attitude. ¡®My hands don¡¯t hurt.¡¯ ¡°What¡¯s this? Are you asking me to play around?¡± If he had asked as hard as he did when I first met him, I would have thought it was an attack. Mirania could only think that Grecan was having a hard time expressing himself. ¡°Why?¡± Mirania asked, stroking Grecan¡¯s head with her other hand. His rough but rich hair was pressed down by Mirania¡¯s hand. ¡°Are your teeth itchy?¡± Gregan just wrinkled the back of his nose without a proper answer. ¡°Crrr¡­¡± Mirania confirmed this by pinching the flesh of Grecan¡¯s snout. ¡°Growl, growl.¡± It was so dissatisfying, Grecan let out a cry. ¡°You seem fine.¡± Mirania, who noticed the pointy, white teeth, tilted her head. She glanced at Grecan. He frowns and growls. Mirania felt embarrassed by a little bit of annoyance and embarrassment You¡¯re just growling on and on that I couldn¡¯t understand what you wanted to say. ¡®I wouldn¡¯t understand unless you were an animal.¡¯ ¡°What¡¯s wrong with you again?¡± Mirania had no choice but to pat Grecan¡¯s head and guess why. Meanwhile, Grecan stared at the open coffin with his nose twitching. Grecan couldn¡¯t see the face inside the coffin because it¡¯s on the desk, but the unpleasant cold air creeping out poked his skin like a pointed thorn. ¡°Grrr¡­!¡± Grecan¡¯s claws started to come out of his paws. ¡°Bad!¡± Mirania scolded him. ¡°Grrrrr!!¡± Grecan jumped like a lightning bolt. The coffin of Leberianz was placed in the direction of the course of his leap. Mirania, startled, quickly grabbed Grecan and hugged him. ¡°Growl! Growl!¡± Grecan, in Mirania¡¯s arms, tried to escape struggling with his legs. Mirania, who had a hard time calming him, clicked her tongue and ordered sternly. ¡°Relax!¡± Immediately the night of obedience worked. With his legs relaxed, Grecan blinked his dissatisfied eyes and made eye contact with Mirania. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only When Mirania glared, he glanced and lowered his eyes. Soon, Gregan calmly left himself in Mirania¡¯s arms. Still, Mirania was able to confirm that Grecan¡¯s face was grumpily distorted. Chapter 20 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, nod? 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. ? 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?¡¯ ? 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. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks 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. ?¡¯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. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only 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. Chapter 21 ¡°Why did you do that?¡± Once Mirania asked in a soft tone, Grecan grumpily turned his head to the other side, showing an attitude of not wanting to answer her. ¡°Grecan!¡± When Mirania called him again, he tapped the floor with his tail. It meant he didn¡¯t like something. ¡°Growl¡­¡± A low growl came out again. Mirania¡¯s head was throbbing because of Grecan. ¡°This guy or that guy.¡± Mirania, rubbing her forehead, gestured through her chin. ¡°Go to your room alone.¡± Grecan got up. ¡®Sheesh¡®, Mirania could hear him click his tongue. Squeak~ Dissatisfaction began to pile up in Grecan¡¯s heart as he opened his room and lay down in the cold. ? Mirania wore her cloak over her shoulders. A cloak worn for places where she had to show dignity of the witch like the meeting between the three races. In fact, it was a cloak that Chera specially commissioned from the spider tribe so as not to be fooled by other races. Mirania, wearing a cape that was made of silver silk and subtly gold under the sunlight, was like the queen of the winter. After completing preparations, Mirania checked the time. ¡°It would be perfect to ride a broom.¡± Mirania habitually checked the coffin of Leberianz, to confirm the status of his sleep. ¡®You¡¯re sleeping well.¡¯ Next, I carefully examined his health. ¡°Your complexion is coming back¡­¡± When she increased the blood to two drops, Leberianz¡¯s pale complexion began to come alive. The breathing, which was weak as if he were dead, also regained stability. ¡®His eyes have never opened. It¡¯s okay.¡¯ At this rate, it seemed that he would recover from his sleep sickness, slowly and at his proper pace, as I had hoped. Click~ Chera in a red cloak came in and asked, ¡°Are you ready?¡± ¡°Yeah. We can leave now.¡± ¡°Yes. Oh, but Mirania, what are you going to do with Grecan?¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong with Grecan?¡± ¡°You said that you¡¯re thinking of taking him to the agreement meeting. Are you really going to do that?¡± Mirania frowned at her words. ¡°Who knew that the night of obedience was so short?¡± There was a reason why Grecan was able to touch Leberianz ¡®coffin despite the order. The effective time of the immediate command. The night of obedience was not a precious thing to endlessly observe the commands given. There was a time limit. I thought the slaves of the night of obedience were all-rounders, obediently obeying Malandor¡¯s words. ¡°I understand your decision, as it will take at least two days to come to an agreement.¡± At Chera¡¯s words, Mirania nodded her head. After the incident where Grecan aimed at Leberianz, Mirania tested the effectiveness of the night of obedience. The effect lasts for about a day. If I give a command, it would only be effective for a day, but beyond that, it won¡¯t work anymore. ¡°¡­I¡¯m sure there will be an accident if I just leave Grecan, so I¡¯ll take him with me.¡± ¡°But what about Balkan? Balkans will definitely come to the meeting, right?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m going to freak them out a bit¡­¡± Mirania seems to have lost her objectivity due to her great regret over the wolf, but she¡¯s right this time. Mirania swept her hand through her thin web-like hair, her silver hair scattered glimmering by the morning light. ¡°I can¡¯t help it. Fortunately, the bats know about Grecan. The only thing to care about is the Balkan.¡± ¡°Are you going to tell Balkan that you rescued his son, Grecan?¡± Mirania nodded at Chera as she seemed to understand her plan. ¡°Will it work for the Balkan? With that personality, he¡¯d still be offended. Even if it¡¯s Grecan, a child that he abandoned.¡± Mirania¡¯s head kept throbbing. Thinking that Balkan would scream, I wanted to silence his mouth even though I hadn¡¯t met him yet. When I was caught by the bats, I thought I could coax Balkan as well. However, compared to Scarlett, who treasured Leberianz as precious, Balkan was a person whose pride was more important than Grecan, so it would likely be difficult for me to move on as smoothly as I did with Scarlett. ¡°How about hiding Grecan¡¯s existence? Until he became the head of the wolves. He should go to the Windless Mountain and you should be in charge of Grecan.¡± ¡®Will that work?¡¯ Hearing Mirania¡¯s vaguely muttering words, Chera¡¯s eyes widened. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°What? Grecan? The head of the wolves? Of course, Grecan is the most persistent wolf I¡¯ve ever seen but isn¡¯t he weak to be the head?¡± Mirania smiled faintly as she looked at Chera, unable to guess her skeptical future. In the previous life, Balkan died, and Grecan who awakened became the head. ¡®Because he doesn¡¯t belong to the wolf pack yet¡­ Even if the time is wrong.¡¯ One thing doesn¡¯t change. When Balkan dies, Grecan becomes the head of the wolves. Until then, at most 20 years. ¡®Can I hide Grecan for 20 years?¡¯ ¡°Balkan don¡¯t know Grecan¡¯s human form.¡± ¡°Are you saying we should take him around in a human form?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Do you think he won¡¯t get caught?¡± ¡°Still, I have to avoid it as much as possible.¡± ¡°If it¡¯s Balkan whose hair is thicker than his brain, I think he can be fooled.¡± At Chera¡¯s prejudiced words, Mirania¡¯s expression brightened. Come to think of it, it doesn¡¯t seem to be a bad idea. ¡°Let¡¯s go now. But where¡¯s Grecan? ¡°Grecan must be near the training ground¡­ Huh?¡± Chera, looking down through the window, rolled her eyes. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Mirania approached Chera and asked. ¡°Isn¡¯t he there?¡± Mirania also looked down at the training ground. A few witches were watching the forest endlessly with a buzzing atmosphere among them. ¡°Something¡¯s weird, Mirania.¡± Mirania agreed with Chera. The atmosphere was so weird. Somehow, anxiety tickled my neck¡­ Mirania grabbed the broom she had parked against the wall and rode it, and she sprinted downwards. ¡°Oh my!¡± Mirania quickly asked the startled witch when it saw her sudden appearance. ¡°What¡¯s going on? Where did Grecan go?¡± ¡°Well, that¡­¡± The young witch pointed to the forest with a puzzled yet awkward look. ¡°It¡¯s Grecan. He suddenly ran over this way. We thought maybe you were playing fetch, but he didn¡¯t come back after a while¡­¡± Thud~ The broom fell from Mirania¡¯s hand. A step later, Chera, who came down somewhat more violently than Mirania, picked up Mirania¡¯s broom. ¡°Grecan disappeared?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°But, Mirania, you gave the order, didn¡¯t you?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t go too far¡­¡± At Chera¡¯s curious gaze, Mirania¡¯s face turned pale. ¡°No, I didn¡¯t order him to run away.¡± ¡°What, then!¡± ¡°He ran away!¡± A common thought popped into the heads of Chera and Mirania. Mirania staggered slightly. ¡®I thought Grecan and Leberianz would fight, but I didn¡¯t think Grecan would run away.¡¯ Why couldn¡¯t he? I kidnapped him, so of course he could run away! Regret comes too late, no matter what. Mirania reflexively placed her hands near her heart. ¡®My heart.¡¯ ¡°¡­I have to find him.¡± Mirania took the broom from Chera¡¯s hand. ¡°He might haven¡¯t gone far yet!¡± Mirania flew over the forest on a broomstick. Then she raised her voice and gave orders for Grecan to obey. ¡°Where are you?¡± A hasty voice sprang up. Grecan won¡¯t come back even if he heard this kind of voice. Mirania, who judged and thought so, forced herself to calm down. ¡°If you can hear my voice, come back to the castle, Grecan.¡± When she snapped her fingers, the cold voice of Mirania, which was not very loud, spread throughout the forest. After giving the order, I waited. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only The night of obedience would have led Grecan to the castle if he could be reached by my voice that was spread by magic. However, even after some time had passed enough for Grecan to come back even if he was on the other side of the forest, Mirania still couldn¡¯t see even his nose. Chapter 22 Meanwhile, In the midst of silence in Mirania¡¯s room where Mirania and Chera had left, the doorknob rattled. Click, click! Squeak~ The door began to open after a series of door rings went off the knob. A black and moist nose appeared through the open gap of the door. It was Grecan, whom the witches were looking for everywhere. Grecan, who pretended to run away to the forest and returned to the castle, heard Mirania¡¯s orders as he entered the castle. However, since he was ordered to return to the castle, Grecan was already in the castle and was not affected by the order. It was Mirania¡¯s mistake in thinking that he had only run far away from the castle. Grecan, not bound by orders, went up the stairs without hesitation and arrived at Mirania¡¯s room. At first, Grecan had a plan¡­ It wasn¡¯t to run away and escape from the witches. Not long ago, the validity of Mirania¡¯s orders had expired. What was the order? it¡¯s the order not to touch the Leberianz. Grecan¡¯s eyes sparkled, waiting only for this moment. Waiting until the effective time expires and then moving along with his plan, Grecan carefully calculated and moved. Grecan walked in and strolled around the desk where the coffin of Leberianz was located. Then, with a snap, Grecan pushed the coffin with his front foot. Thud! The coffin fell and there was a noise. Grecan peeked out of the window. ¡°Come back to the castle, Grecan!¡± The sound of Mirania¡¯s command rang, and the sound of the coffin falling seemed to have been buried thanks to it. No one has noticed his actions yet. Reassured, Grecan approached the coffin. He knocked on the half-open lid with his foot in the impact of the fall. Then Leberianz in the coffin was revealed. Without hesitation, Grecan opened his mouth wide and bit Leberianz¡¯s thin ankle. Crack~ Along with the cold, the body odor of the bats sips in through his nose. ¡°Growl!¡± Grecan growls disapprovingly. ¡°Strange smell¡­¡± However, I couldn¡¯t leave him like this because I don¡¯t like the smell. Grecan has been hunting since the time other baby wolves were being fed. Grecan¡¯s hunting style was to leave no trace. Chewing each and every bone. It was a way to increase the survival rate, and it was effective even in secret moments like now. Grecan stepped back biting Leberianz¡¯s ankle. When Leberianz¡¯s butt was caught and he couldn¡¯t get out of the coffin, he bounced upward. Thump? After Leberianz¡¯s butt came out of the coffin, it was easy. Grecan turned his head and pulled Leberianz¡¯s body out of the coffin. Thud! Leberianz¡¯s head hit the floor, making a noise. Bright blonde hair scattered messily on the floor. It looked like they would let out a sigh of regret if those who loved art had seen it. Of course, Grecan did not care at all, and crept back biting Leberianz. Leberianz was a little smaller than Grecan. He was smaller than Grecan, but his features are thicker and bigger than when Scarlet first brought him. Grecan felt reluctant about this too. Leberianz doesn¡¯t eat meat as he does, but he has grown up to this extent. Raised from Mirania¡¯s blood, Leberianz seemed to be able to open his eyes immediately. ¡®From today, this unpleasant feeling will be over.¡¯ Grecan decided to take care of Leberianz before he could grow any older. He didn¡¯t really like Leberianz. Not only his unpleasant smell but the cold air that floats like a cold spore. Most of all, it bothered him that the great witch was putting all her attention on him. ¡®You forced me to come and do this.¡¯ It¡¯s a complete mess. His nose twitched nervously at the complaints piled up in his chest. In any case, Leberianz would not have attracted anyone¡¯s attention after today. I have already looked for a suitable place for you. Slowly, sneaking¡­ Grecan carefully dragged him down the stairs. There was a constant sound of a light body being swept on the floor. As he went down one step at a time, Leberianz¡¯s head hit the floor repeatedly. Bam! Bam! Of course, Grecan didn¡¯t care. When he saw a sign of someone coming up, he dragged him into the room, and since no one was there, he moved on. The witches rushed there to help him with his covert crime, as Mirania spread the word that they were looking for him outside. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks After leaving the castle, Grecan walked down a small forest path. Leberianz was dragged away. Thump, thump? There was a constant sound of tug as he pulled Leberianz back. The black suit worn by the bat people, clean and soft blondes, tangled with dust, gradually became dirty. After a long walk, Grecan arrived at a lake deep in the forest included in the Witch Castle. It was the place Grecan found while searching for Mirania¡¯s ball, and he set marks on it in preparation for this occasion. The water was very clear, but the bottom was so deep that it looked invisible and was perfect for plotting the crime. Grecan dragged the Leberianz toward the lake. Chirp, chirp~ Birds sitting around the tree and resting flew up in surprise when they smelled a predator. ? Mirania glanced a faint look at the broom. After ten orders, Grecan still did not show up. ¡®¡±He wouldn¡¯t have been able to get out of the witch¡¯s realm.¡¯ Where the hell did he go? It was at that moment¡­ ¡°Mirania, there¡¯s a trail here!¡± Said by the little witch in the middle of the forest. Mirania immediately turned to the place where the little witch was and flew away. By the time Mirania arrived, one of Leberianz¡¯s arms had already been soaked in the water. Mirania, who flew over in a broomstick and found Grecan, froze with surprise. It was almost her instinct to open her mouth agape. ¡°Grecan put down Leberianz!¡± It was so urgent that the order of words changed. The night of obedience turned white. ¡°On the ground¡­¡± It was before I finished speaking. Splash! Grecan quickly put down Leberianz. The problem was that Leberianz¡¯s body was halfway across the lake. When Grecan let go, Leberianz¡¯s body was sucked into the lake like a water ghost had pulled it. Slap! The surface of the lake fluctuated and the water rose. Mirania¡¯s mouth opened wide watching the scene. As soon as Mirania opened her mouth and spoke, Grecan, who quickly threw Leberianz into the lake, licked his arm, pretending he had done nothing wrong. It was a hateful, calm gesture. Chera, who arrived late and witnessed the scene, breathed in. ¡°He¡¯s a real nutcase.¡± Mirania¡¯s mind went blank. As in the case with Grecan, Leberianz never forgets the harm someone has done to him as a shady bat. In Mirania¡¯s head, the troublesome situation after Leberianz woke up and the appearance of the bat people fighting for treating their successor badly were tangled. ¡°It¡¯s the worst.¡± Mirania heard the sound of her plans in her head, a plan that had been somewhat difficult but had been smooth, just simply raising Grecan and Leberianz, breaking into pieces. ¡°Crazy dog!¡± I immediately ran away screaming and looked into the lake, but I couldn¡¯t see Leberianz, who had already sunk to the bottom. Chera¡¯s eyes widened at Mirania¡¯s curse at Grecan. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen Mirania swear before.¡± The little witch, who found the trace, whispered, and Chera nodded in agreement. He had already thrown Leberianz into the lake, and Grecan, who was free from orders, turned pale. Even though he looked like a wolf, his dissatisfaction was vividly expressed. ¡°I¡¯m not a dog!¡± Not feeling the need to answer the question, Mirania threw off her cloak. Leberianz would drown if I don¡¯t find him soon. Leberianz wouldn¡¯t die easily. He wouldn¡¯t die as much even if he fell into the lake, but it wasn¡¯t without a problem. ¡®If he held a grudge against me for this, it¡¯d be a headache.¡¯ I wouldn¡¯t have a choice but to restore him to his original state before he wakes up. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only It was a moment when Mirania was about to dive into the lake. Splash! Something popped up from the deep. Chapter 23 It was Leberianz. His honey-dark blond was wet and his arms that hung weakly on the shore were limp. Water drips down on his pale skin. Mirania stiffened as she was about to jump into the lake. ¡®I didn¡¯t want you to wake up, but I¡¯m afraid you¡­¡¯ Coughing? When Leberianz coughed in the field, drops of water splattered. Not lying in a coffin like a doll, but he¡¯s alive and moving. Grecan¡¯s fur, which had been calm by saying to himself that he had done everything he had to do, stood firm. ¡°Growl¡­¡± Grecan, who glared with his eyes as if warning, ¡®He came out alive and didn¡¯t die!¡¯, lowered his body and growled. Leberianz, who vomited, glared at Grecan. The red eyes were as thick as blood and frightening. With his red eyes glistening eerily, Leberianz muttered to Grecan. ¡°You¡­!¡± His thin lips twisted and red eyes glared at Grecan. A husky voice came from his throat that had not been used for a long time. ¡°I¡¯m going to kill you¡­!¡± Slip? Leberianz closed his eyes again, leaving only those words. He fell asleep again. Mirania seized the body of Leberianz, who was about to plunge into the lake again. When she held him in her arms, cold lake water dripped from the hem of his wet clothes. ¡°Sniff! Grrr!¡± Grecan barked wildly around Mirania. ¡®Kill him?¡¯ It was as if Grecan was shouting at Mirania to kill Leberianz. Mirania closed Leberianz¡¯s eyes with her hands. When his eyes were out of focus, he frowned and pulled away. She thought he woke up from the shock, but it seemed to be a temporary phenomenon. ¡®A survival instinct is surely amazing.¡¯ In the meantime, Mirania¡¯s clothes began to get wet gradually with water dripping from the body of Leberianz. With a damp feeling, Mirania walked away disappointedly. ¡°Sniff! Growl!¡± ¡°Noisy!¡± ¡°Grr, Grrr!¡± When Grecan barked indifferently, Mirania sighed. ¡®A word that¡¯s not a command doesn¡¯t work.¡¯ ¡°Shut up¡± ¡°Growl¡­¡± As soon as the night of obedience shone white, Grecan shut his mouth. His face was filled with dissatisfaction as if he was angry that he could not bark. Mirania muttered past the silenced Grecan. ¡°You¡¯re the same trouble as you used to be.¡± ¡°Growl¡­¡± ¡°Oh, and¡­¡± Milania, who was walking shaking her head, paused and looked down at Grecan. Grecan blinked his black eyes. ¡°You¡¯re a dog.¡± ¡®I¡¯m not a dog!¡¯ said Grecan who had stopped blinking, as his eyes gleamed. Mirania firmly ignored his cry. ¡®A wolf is a dog.¡¯ It belongs to the family of dogs ¡®If you don¡¯t listen to me, you won¡¯t be a normal dog, but a poop-dog.¡¯ ? A little later than expected due to an untimely disturbance, Mirania left. She was accompanied by Grecan. ¡®This is how it ends.¡¯ I tried to do so if I could, I wanted to leave Grecan behind, but after the lake Incident, that thought was swept away. In any case, it seemed more comfortable to carry Grecan on my side if possible. The upcoming Witch Forest Agreement was soon to be held this time. The site of the agreement was located in the center of the continent and in the middle of the territory of the three races. The site of the agreement was called ¡°Mountain of Windlessness¡± in the sense of preventing fighting and coordination and was close to a shallow basin to be called a mountain. ¡°Chera, stay with Grecan when we arrive.¡± ¡°What if you go in without me and something happens to you?¡± It was already too late as Mirania hurried to head alone to the meeting site, Chera resolutely shook her head. ¡°Come with me, Mirania! A leader without an attendant has no dignity. As a staff member of the witch family, I can¡¯t watch you being ignored by wolves and bats even if dirt comes into my eyes.¡± Seeing her chatter, it seemed that she had made up her minds while coming here. ¡°Then what about Grecan?¡± Mirania asked. ¡°You said you¡¯d take him in human form. That¡¯s how it works.¡± Chera answers. Mirania looked down at Grecan. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Grecan was calm, unlike when he casually threw Leberianz into the lake. Mirania sighed lightly as she glanced at Grecan with distrustful eyes, who looked gentle at first glance. ¡°Grecan.¡± Boom~ ¡°Try to transform into a human.¡± Hiding her disapproval and speaking politely, Grecan readily obeyed the order. Grecan¡¯s rich fur was sucked in, and soon a healthy boy with copper skin appeared. In the meantime, the limbs seemed to have become longer and the skeleton grew. ¡®Every day, he grows differently.¡¯ Mirania handed the clothes she had already brought Grecan to wear. Grecan gazed at it puzzled. ¡°It¡¯s a good dress for you to wear. It¡¯ll be more comfortable than my cape. I asked a child your age for clothes, so please wear them carefully.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Grecan¡¯s gaze turned to Mirania¡¯s cloak. Mirania took a bitter breath of reproach at the uncomfortable gaze of why he had to wear such a thing. ¡°How long are you going to wear my cape?¡± Grecan, who frowns, seemed unhappy with the current situation. ¡°The cape must be comfortable.¡± But Mirania changed her mind when she saw Grecan dressed. Grecan opens his pants while looking at Mirania. Then, he put his legs in his pants, but he was anxious and tilted his head. Mirania, who was watching, was speechless. Wolves were underdeveloped in civilization compared to the Witches and Bats. She forgot that Grecan was the most marginalized of all civilizations. ¡°It was because you didn¡¯t know how to wear it.¡± While leaning, Mirania, who quickly supported his body, completely collapsed sideways. Mirania then took the clothes from Grecan. Earlier, I only asked for proper clothes and didn¡¯t check them properly. The navy suit pants were not thick, and just by forcing the legs into them, they were wrinkled. ¡®I¡¯ve brought a cheap one.¡¯ Recalling that the true owner of this garment valued its type and shape rather than the quality of the collection, Mirania silently spread the fabric using wind. ¡°If I knew this would happen, I would have asked the spiders to make the right clothes.¡± But I didn¡¯t know if they could make it up to the meeting. Mirania, who was trying to dress Grecan in new clothes, soon realized the problem. She looked down at the empty bottom, turned her head, and searched through all the borrowed clothes. ¡°There isn¡¯t¡­¡± ¡°What are you looking for?¡± Seeing Mirania¡¯s embarrassed expression, Chera also searched through the clothes together with Mirania. ¡°Rather than having nothing to wear under your pants.¡± ¡°Oh, underwear?¡± Chera, who spoke casually, glanced blankly at Grecan. ¡°I do have one, but¡­¡± Mirania glanced up and down at the Chera. ¡°Do you have boy¡¯s underwear?¡± ¡°Not a boy, but a girl¡­¡± Chera looked rather pathetic at Mirania and muttered. ¡°Sometimes young witches need something, so I have something, but I don¡¯t know if a boy can wear it.¡± Chera rummaged inside the cape. Unlike Mirania¡¯s plain-patterned simple cloaks, Chera¡¯s cloak was a junk treasure box. It was the name Mirania called because all the things needed for childcare were in it. Chera took out clean white underwear from the inside and threw it to Grecan. Grecan, who put his leg through one hole, soon spent time thinking and threw the underwear to the ground. He expressed extreme dissatisfaction. Mirania and Chera, who saw the underwear so small that it couldn¡¯t even reach his thighs, couldn¡¯t say anything about his rude behavior. The underwear from Chera¡¯s treasure box didn¡¯t help, so Mirania thought it was inevitable. ¡°You¡¯ll just have to wear it. What can I do?¡± In fact, not many wolves even wear underwear. Considering that wolves wear leather-lined fabrics instead of pants, it would not be strange to wear pants without underwear. Unlike Mirania, Chera was more realistic. ¡°The pants are cheap, so you shouldn¡¯t just wear them.¡± Chera, who was pondering for a moment, clicked her finger. ¡°It just so happens.¡± Mirania looked with interest at something she had taken out of her cloak. A soft white cloth that looks soft and clean. Mirania had seen it in young witches who were just born or late witches who were too old to take care of their business. ¡°You¡¯ll feel better if you wear diapers. It¡¯s especially for big kids, so it¡¯s wider and thinner than underwear.¡± Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°Will it fit?¡± ¡°Well, there¡¯s nothing I can do if this doesn¡¯t work either.¡± Mirania and Chera¡¯s eyes turned to Grecan at the same time. Chapter 24 Grecan alternately looked at the two and the diaper, covering his lower body with his pants. The bitterness went away, and a distinct disgust came into his eyes. ¡°I don¡¯t want to.¡± ¡°It feels light if you just wear it.¡± When Mirania said it, Grecan shook his head a couple of times. ¡°It feels really bad.¡± It was a white diaper that Grecan glared at. Mirania felt a little awkward, and Chera sighed as if she had seen all the stars in the sky. ¡°He¡¯s grown up a bit like that. Don¡¯t regret it later.¡± Chera considered Grecan¡¯s lower body condition on a human level, but she was not attached to Grecan¡¯s wolf form, enough to not persuade him. On the contrary, Grecan, who firmly refuses to wear it even though he cares about it, grumbled, returning discarded underwear and diapers into his cape. ¡°He¡¯s a werewolf, but he¡¯s picky about everything¡­¡± With Chera¡¯s complaints in one ear, Mirania dressed Grecan. The pants were not difficult to put in the legs because they were touched on one leg and the other. Next was a white long-sleeved shirt. Looking at the smooth gloss, it seems to be a better material than the wrinkled pants fabric. When Mirania was holding the shirt to see how much he was dressed in pants, Grecan turned and inserted one arm and the other into each position. The shirt looked comfortable as it gently wrapped around Grecan¡¯s upper body. After that, they gave him a black tie. Of course, she had never done it before, so it was sloppy. Chera pushed Mirania aside as if she couldn¡¯t watch any longer. ¡°Get out of the way.¡± Grecan looked down at the completion of the tie. But Chera¡¯s was no different from the Mirania¡¯s finished version, and a low growl of Grecan poured into Chera¡¯s ear. Chera backed down with a slightly embarrassed face. ¡°Well, ties don¡¯t matter,¡± Chera muttered. It was my first time tying on a girl¡¯s ribbon like this even though I was good at it. Mirania clicked her tongue, then the sloppy tie shape went over coolly. Scarlett was the only one who would notice that the tie was sloppy at the meeting, and Scarlett was not someone who cared what the wolf child wore. Mirania, who was picking up her cloak, opened her eyes faintly to the round, hard object that fell off the jacket¡¯s chest. ¡°Why is this here?¡± ¡°It looks like a cufflink.¡± ¡°He doesn¡¯t have underwear, but it¡¯s weird to have this.¡± Although she shook her head, it was black and shiny and Mirania put a cufflink on his sleeve that resembled Grecan¡¯s eyes. Finally, she put a navy jacket over his shoulder and stepped back to check Grecan¡¯s overall appearance. Wearing a completed navy tuxedo, Grecan raised his arm a few times and grabbed the jacket with his hand, apparently he felt uncomfortable with the jacket on his shoulder. Then he looked down at his jacket, wondering what to do, and eventually put it on his arm. He looked somewhat casual, but he was as dull as any noble family¡¯s child. ¡°Well¡­¡± ¡°You look like a normal human boy dressed up,¡± Chera said in a surprised tone. Mirania, who only saw Grecan¡¯s dirty and barbaric appearance, was a little surprised, but soon coughed and replied. ¡°There¡¯s nothing to be surprised about. Since he¡¯s wearing normal clothes, it¡¯s natural that he looks normal.¡± ¡°Lynn, you said you¡¯d collect all the weird clothes, but that¡¯s helpful.¡± Lynn was the name of the witch whom Mirania borrowed the clothes from. The Witch Family was a group of children born to witches who return from traveling to the human continent and are abandoned on the human continent. The witch family was closer to the human continent, which has two continents, compared to other tribes, so the existence of Lynn, who likes human clothes and collects them to places where boys would wear them, was not unusual. Contrary to Chera¡¯s words, it was fortunate that Grecan only had a lot of wrinkles on his smooth forehead because it was uncomfortable to wear the clothes for the first time, but Mirania and Chera did not care. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Mirania, who unexpectedly lost much time in dressing Grecan, immediately took him in her arms and climbed on the broomstick. Grecan¡¯s eyes grew so naturally in her tender arms. A confused look flashed by. ? As soon as Mirania entered the conference room, she encountered the sound of Balkan irritation in a loud voice. ¡°What time is it now?¡± ¡°There was an accident.¡± Balkan was the one who would always grumble about why Mirania came so early. Mirania, who ignored him, nodded her head expressionlessly and sat in the empty seat of the three triangular seats. ¡°Let¡¯s get started.¡± Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ? At the peace agreement conference. Grecan sat behind Mirania with Chera. His eyes gazed at the angry Balkan for a moment, but his eyes looking at him were empty as he was looking at a dead object. ¡°How late can you be now¡­?¡± ¡°Since we¡¯re seated all the way to Mirania, let¡¯s start the meeting.¡± Scarlett interrupted Balkan. Normally, Balkan would have criticized Mirania directly, and Scarlett would have cleverly sarcastically criticized Balkan¡¯s stupidity and Mirania¡¯s lack of refinement, but today she was quiet. Mirania could easily understand Scarlett¡¯s changed attitude. ¡®She¡¯s Being cautious about leaving Leberianz with me.¡¯ Scarlett declared that she would support Mirania leading the entire continent, which Mirania roughly reasoned to get her hands on Leberianz. It could be said that she turned to the witch family in a friendly way. In fact, in a way, Mirania could be a help to the bat race. It was understandable that Mirania was in a good mood, but her facial muscles were rather stiff. ¡®I should never hide my relationship with Grecan.¡¯ Scarlett cares about Mirania because of Leberianz. If the bat people knew that Grecan had bitten Leberianz¡¯s ankle and thrown him in the lake, Scarlett¡¯s precious successor and only blood relative, she would never sit still. Mirania¡¯s silent lips became heavier. Balkan, on the other hand, did not turn over Scarlett¡¯s calm response to normal. ¡°That¡¯s weird. You¡¯re so calm today.¡± Scarlett, who didn¡¯t even pay attention to glance at Balkan¡¯s ferocious eyes with suspicion, sighed as he only looked more pathetic. ¡°We¡¯re here to talk about something important. If you want to lose your temper by yourself, go outside and wash your dirty hair.¡± ¡°What¡¯s wrong with her?¡± And the fight at the previous meeting was repeated. The crumbling Balkan¡¯s voice and the aggressive rebuttal went back and forth at a rapid pace. Mirania, looking at the two growling at each other, was itching to talk. The desire to restore peace by firing a silent spell was burning. A great witch was a member of nature. There¡¯s a nature to return to peace. Whether the method was rather destructive or moderate. ¡°At this moment, Maybe even later. Let¡¯s start the agreement meeting quickly.¡± Scarlett was the first to pull herself together. Balkan, with his arms folded against the back of the chair, snorted with excitement. ¡°I think we need an agreement, but that¡¯s only possible if Scarlett apologizes first. Do you know how much damage our wolves are suffering from the bat race? It¡¯s as short as the hairs of the guys who are supposed to be big because of stress.¡± When Balkan stared at Scarlett coldly, Scarlett smirked, raising her crooked hat straight. ¡°Before we start, it¡¯s the wolves that started the fight, so we have to get it before you can get an apology.¡± ¡°What are you talking about? The bat race was the first to pick a fight.¡± ¡°Can you take responsibility for that?¡± ¡°You think I can¡¯t do it if you say that, right?¡± ¡°The wolves are pretending to be noble on the outside, but in fact, they¡¯re all insensitive and stupid, so you can¡¯t believe it. Or did you forget to pick a fight first?¡± Bang! Balkan slammed the table and growled. ¡°Sorry for that, Scarlett!¡± ¡°You¡¯re the one who should shut your family¡¯s noisy howling!¡± Scarlett gave a cold scolding. It was only for a moment that hair grew from the Balkan¡¯s body and Scarlett¡¯s pointed fangs became sharper. Looking at the two fighting again, Mirania touched her forehead with her fingers. Besides, it¡¯s not just the two races. Would a sparrow pass by the mill? Even behind Mirania? Someone who couldn¡¯t stand this fight was breathing hard. ¡°That filthy¡­¡± Mirania said, with a mind not to interrupt them either. ¡°Mouth.¡± Chera, trying to wiggle her lips and throw oil into the fight, shut them with a silent spell. Grecan fixed his suspicious eyes only on Mirania, with a facade as if he wasn¡¯t interested in the loud voices inside the conference hall. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Only the Witches were peaceful in the noisy conference room. Eventually, the meeting ended as it was that day when it could no longer proceed. Chapter 25 On the next day, the conference room of the peace agreement was reopened. As such, the reason why the meeting of the three races was prolonged was not that there was a lot of content to be adjusted, but because the meetings themselves did not proceed. At least, everyone was aware of the need for this peace agreement meeting to some extent, so the meeting on the second day could proceed more smoothly than on the first day. When the two races tried to brawl at each other once again, the meeting ran to an end, thanks to Mirania¡¯s efforts to mediate by using proper magic. After some discussions, Mirania summarized what each race wanted in a calm manner. ¡°Then I will declare the contents of the 4th Continental Witch Forest Peace Treaty.¡± ¡°Do it like that!¡± ¡°First, don¡¯t mock in groups of more than ten. Second, do not howl more than five times. Third, there will be a ban on gang fighting between more than 10 different races. Do you have any suggestions?¡± Balkan was quiet and Scarlett shook her head. Mirania, who confirmed the reaction of the two heads of each race, nodded lightly. ¡°This treaty won¡¯t cause a fight for the time being.¡± ¡°As the Great Witch, I will certify this treaty.¡± When Mirania summoned and wielded her silver wand, letters naturally formed in the air. This was what Mirania just said about the treaty. The contents of the peace agreement continued for a long time under the black text of ¡´The 4th Witch Forest Peace Treaty.¡µ Mirania wielded the wand after having enough time for the races to read through the agreement. The letters glowed white and exploded like a little bomb, and particles of scattered light soared upward. The particles of light that rose outside the conference hall quickly scattered in all directions. ¡°Every single continent will know what the agreement is about.¡± Mirania, who declared the revised treaty to the two races and even promoted it on the continent, showed signs of fatigue clearly. For her, who¡¯s quite lazy unlike what she seems, the one-night and two-day schedule was quite excessive. She didn¡¯t show any disarray, but she couldn¡¯t hide her desire to go back quickly, so she was the first one to leave the conference. ¡°Then get up first, praying for the peace of each race.¡± Raising gracefully, Chera and Grecan were also ready to follow Mirania. Then Scarlett looked around Mirania and asked in a confused voice. ¡°Mirania, where is the wolf? The wolf I saw the other day when I visited the Witches.¡± Mirania paused as she was about to turn. ¡°It¡¯s the day we met Balkan, so I thought you¡¯d bring the wolf today.¡± Balkan, who sensed with a beastly hunch that it was related to his clan, frowned and stared alternately at Mirania and Scarlett. ¡°What does that mean? A wolf? ¡°Mirania, don¡¯t go overboard and take this opportunity to make sure you¡¯ve done the wolf clan a favor.¡± A drop of sweat formed on Mirania¡¯s forehead. Scarlett may have intended to take this opportunity for the witch family to pay Balkan¡¯s debt, while at the same time screwing Balkan, but only Mirania was in trouble. Chera puffed her lips signaling ¡®I¡¯m up¡¯. ¡°Well, I don¡¯t know what you¡¯re talking about, but we¡¯re talking about grace.¡± When Balkan snorted, Scarlett still urged Mirania, acting as if she didn¡¯t want to deal with it. ¡°The wolves are noble people, so they don¡¯t really admit that they¡¯ve been helped by other races.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°We used to help young individuals in danger, but instead of thanking them, they cursed them. I¡¯m not trying to fool you.¡± Balkan turned red at those words. ¡°Scarlett! You did something strange to my child back then!¡± ¡°What do you mean, strange? Are you saying it¡¯s because that wolf fell in love with our child?¡± Scarlett smiled coldly as Balkan got angry. ¡°A shallow furry pretending to be noble. There was one of them who had the right eye.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not a flaw that wolves who haven¡¯t yet grown up fall for them, because they¡¯ve been seducing and learning from ancient times.¡± ¡°The way to seduce is not learned but they are born with it. If you have a crush on someone who hasn¡¯t even seduced anyone, he must be so weak that it can¡¯t beat our natural magic.¡± ¡°Everything this woman says makes me feel¡­¡± Scarlett¡¯s guards showed their fangs as Balkan began to growl. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Less than an hour after the peace treaty was signed, they¡¯re quarreling again. ¡°You¡¯ve all forgotten the first peace treaty banning fighting in the Mountain of Windlessness.¡± As Mirania spat out at the right time, both Balkan and Scarlett flinched and glared at each other, and neither turned their heads. ¡°It¡¯s not a fight. It¡¯s beneath my dignity to deal with an ignorant furry.¡± Scarlett, who spoke heart-wrenching words toward Balkan until the end, got up and left the meeting room before Balkan ran wild. Bang! When the door to the conference hall opened and closed, silence reigned inside. Balkan, who took one bite, jumped up and wheezed. It was such an uncomfortable atmosphere. Mirania naturally came up with words to get out of her current position. ¡°Oh, I forgot to tell Scarlett something. I¡¯ll have to go first.¡± ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Balkan stopped Mirania, which was about to move. ¡°Even though Scarlett is a shady and reluctant woman, there¡¯s no way she¡¯d say something out of the ordinary. What did she mean?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Does the Witch clan have anything to do with our clan?¡± She thought Scarlett¡¯s provocation had distracted him, but it was as if Balkan had stored her words earlier firmly in the corner of his head. ¡°Tell me. How is our wolf clan related to you?¡± Mirania, who had stopped at Balkan¡¯s suspicious interrogation, turned her head to face Balkan. A calm and elegant-faced Balkan. ¡®This¡­!¡¯ Mirania crumpled up her troubles inside. Regardless of Scarlett¡¯s intentions, Balkan wasn¡¯t someone who would ruin Mirania in this kind of situation. Mirania, who didn¡¯t know that lying to Scarlett would turn out this way, regretted her excuses that day. ¡®I should have asked her to keep it secret.¡¯ But it¡¯s already in the past and this is what¡¯s happening right now. Mirania, with a slight pause, spoke calmly enough so she wouldn¡¯t sound suspicious. ¡°¡­It doesn¡¯t matter. I only picked up a stray wolf from the witch forest.¡± ¡®It¡¯s better to say it like this.¡¯ The last thing he would suspect was that I went into the wolf¡¯s territory and kidnapped a cub. The very proud Balkan would be furious if he knew that his territory was so easily breached. There was no need to cause unnecessary disturbance. ¡°The Witch forest? The forest close to the witch clan is quite far from our clan.¡± ¡°So at first, I thought it was a normal wolf.¡± As Mirania was contemplating how to proceed with her story, a young wolf tribe member who had been paying close attention to Mirania¡¯s back came up to Balkan. Mirania tried to hear what the young man whispered in Balkan¡¯s ear, but it was so low that she found it difficult to understand. Balkan stared at Grecan with a frown. Mirania, who noticed Balkan¡¯s gaze, felt nervous. ¡°If you want to clear your suspicions, we can go to the realm of the Witches¡­¡± She was going to buy time, but Balkan raised his hand. ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Balkan pointed his fingers behind Mirania. At the tip of his finger stood Grecan. ¡°That boy.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°It looks familiar, who is it?¡± Balkan¡¯s brown eyes darkened with suspicion. Chapter 26 Mirania worries about the thought Grecan might call Balkan ¡®father.¡¯ Although she had set excuses with Grecan in preparation for any possible situation, she was not sure if each could control the situation. Because Grecan was directly involved, my anxiety intensified. As Mirania remained silent, Balkan¡¯s eyes grew even more suspicious. Grecan was also speechless with an uncontrollable frown on his forehead. The one who broke the silence in the meeting room was the young wolf who had been staring puzzledly before. He was also the one who whispered to Balkan about the existence of Grecan. He took a step forward. The half-doubtful expression turned into confidence at that moment. ¡°Grecan. You¡¯re Grecan, right?¡± ¡°¡­Grecan?¡± ¡°Yes, Lord, it¡¯s Grecan. He smells like Grecan. I don¡¯t know why he¡¯s here, but I think he¡¯s been able to transform himself into a human.¡± Mirania broke out in a cold sweat as she listened to the conversation. She didn¡¯t think there would be a wolf who would recognize Grecan in his human form. Thump, thump? Mirania¡¯s heart beats fearfully. She could feel Chera¡¯s gaze, looking at her asking what she¡¯s going to do. Mirania slowly opened her lips, ¡°This child is Grecan¡­ ¡± Balkan¡¯s, whose expression had hardened since Grecan¡¯s name came out, also looked at Mirania. In a short moment, complex thoughts passed through Mirania¡¯s head. Contrary to many thoughts, the words that broke through his teeth were short. ¡°¡­Right?¡± Chera opened her eyes wide. The question of why she admitted it when Grecan was in human form anyway flashed. But Mirania, contrary to her suspicions, acted as if also in doubt of Grecan¡¯s identity, but she had her own idea. ¡°Let¡¯s just solve this today.¡± Mirania was a great witch who hated conflict and disliked trouble as much as she loved peace. If there¡¯s room for the budding of disturbance in the future, it¡¯s better to cut it out here. ¡°¡­Grecan. The wolf in the witch clan was Grecan.¡± Balkan whispered to himself. A glance with contempt glared at Grecan. Then he cast an uncharacteristically calm gaze on Mirania. ¡°What happened?¡± ¡°As I said, I saved a lost child in the witch forest.¡± ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you call me right away?¡± Mirania frowned at his sharp voice as if she were quite displeased at his tone. ¡°Are you interrogating me, Balkan?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I think I¡¯m in a position to check, not interrogate. Don¡¯t you think so?¡± As Mirania¡¯s eyes became cold, Balkan remained silent for a while, but his attitude did not change. ¡°Whether what you say is true or not, Grecan is my¡­ family, so I¡¯ll take him.¡± Mirania remained silent, unable to find anything to say. Although Balkan¡¯s attitude was uncomfortable as to whether there was still a grudge against Grecan, there was no justification to prevent him from taking his own child. ¡®But I can¡¯t just let Grecan go.¡¯ Mirania¡¯s eyes gleamed coldly. Balkan was staring at Grecan before he knew it. Grecan, who looked like a neat human child, wiggled his dark eyebrows as if he didn¡¯t like it. ¡°You look dirty.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Grecan answered nothing with a bored look on his face. The expression on his face as if he couldn¡¯t hear anything made Balkan¡¯s face angry. The father-son relationship was sharp and stark for the first time in a long time. ¡°Go back and turn to your wolf form. Hurry!¡± Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Grecan¡¯s eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze to Balkan¡¯s orders belatedly. His eyes on Balkan were getting colder. Balkan¡¯s voice erupted stronger, just as they thought persuasion and oppression were the only correct attitudes. ¡°Can¡¯t you hear me?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Take off those filthy human clothes!¡± The madness began to grow in Balkan¡¯s eyes. He was known to be hot-tempered among the wolf chiefs of all time, and his rebellion was the existence of the dead Ramie and neglected Grecan, a byproduct of that tragedy. Mirania frowned when she sensed the unusual atmosphere between Balkan and Grecan from the father and son. ¡°Balkan, don¡¯t force Grecan.¡± Balkan reacted harshly to her calm intervention. ¡°Do not interfere! I¡¯m very mad at you right now!¡± ¡°You¡¯re angry?¡± His fierce gaze was caught in her wriggling eyebrows. Mirania acted in order to provoke him and made him angrier about Grecan or at her with this situation. ¡°You wouldn¡¯t know how much the wolves value their young. You¡¯ve been hiding Grecan¡¯s existence so far, so there¡¯s no way I won¡¯t get mad at you.¡± As her words were cut in half, Mirania¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°It sounds as if you were passionately worried about the missing baby wolf.¡± Her lips twitched as Balkan did, but Mirania¡¯s eyes only grew cold. ¡°Well? I¡¯ve never heard of the disappearance of a young wolf.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Even a request for cooperation to find the missing cub? I didn¡¯t get any either.¡± ¡°We don¡¯t ask for any help from witches.¡± Balkan growled, not hiding his displeasure. Mirania pointed out the truth, ¡°Did you really realize that you lost him?¡± ¡°¡­Yes.¡± Balkan replied in a gruesome manner. Milania raised an eyebrow and continued, ¡°Then why didn¡¯t you look for him?¡± Questions were asked, but no answers were needed. ¡®It must have been because he didn¡¯t want to see Grecan.¡¯ For Balkan, who thought he had lost his only beloved companion because of Grecan, Grecan would not want to think of him. Again, Balkan, who had nothing to answer back, said nothing. Mirania tilted her head as if she didn¡¯t understand, even as she saw his increasingly distorted face. ¡°Do you have the right to criticize me for that?¡± Balkan retorted. It was an ordinary question, but it harbored a blind spot in this situation. Balkan expressed his displeasure by revealing his pointy teeth. Mirania¡¯s cold expression did not change even in his appearance that would make ordinary humans tremble. In the first place, there weren¡¯t many things that could threaten her, she¡¯s a great witch, with such a position there¡¯s no need to be afraid of Balkan¡¯s threat. Except for the world¡¯s beloved protagonists, Mirania was actually not afraid of anyone. ¡°I am the guardian of this young individual of your clan.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Like Scarlett, do you want me to accuse you of being wicked?¡± Balkan, with his wrinkled brows and was torn between emotion and reason, his expression crumpled when Scarlett was mentioned. However, unlike his ferocious spirit, he did not rush into Mirania. There¡¯s a perception that it was his loss. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°You know I¡¯m not good at talking¡­¡± Balkan¡¯s voice roared and continued, ¡°So there¡¯s only one thing I want without saying anything else. Give me Grecan. Anyway, he¡¯s my family.¡± Chapter 27 Balkan glanced at Grecan with an uncertain look and stared at Mirania. Mirania shook her head inwardly, and muttered, ¡°I can¡¯t do that.¡± In this situation, in order for Grecan not to be taken, the cause of taking him from Balkan had to be neutralized. Mirania pretended to be worried, ¡°Grecan is more of your kind. However!¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m sure he wasn¡¯t taken care of properly.¡± It was what Milania was trying to say, who held her hand together in front of him who was about to protest something and stopped her from speaking. ¡°If I hadn¡¯t taken care of him, he might have been killed by a wild boar while hunting for a living. Even if he doesn¡¯t die, I¡¯m sure he¡¯ll have a rough and difficult time, so what should I do on a humane level?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Now he¡¯s enjoying the joy of being a child who deserves to be protected, and now I wonder if I should give him back.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°For me, who wants all the young children on the continent to live happily, it¡¯s bound to be a big worry.¡± Mirania, who focuses on ¡®hoping to live happily¡®, stared at the silent Balkan. Mirania¡¯s choice was to protect young individuals. Even between races that are not on good terms with the witches, the young must be protected. This is why bats do not attack young wolves when they meet them, even if they do not collect them. Mirania decided to use Grecan¡¯s protection as a justification. ¡°So can your family take good care of him? A more deceptive witch family than our wolf family?¡± Balkan, who barely found something to say, chuckled and snorted, then casually glanced at Grecan. He was much taller than he last saw him, and his skinny cheeks are looking good. Although he was wearing ugly human clothes, it was hard to deny that he looked very well fed. Mirania smiled strangely as she looked at the bitter face of Balkan. ¡®If you have eyes, you will know how much Grecan has changed.¡¯ Even though he¡¯s an enemy, she guarantees his basic right to live. Unfortunately, he lost his wife, but the sight of Balkan unleashing his wrath on an innocent bastard didn¡¯t look good on Mirania. Even though the object of his anger was his enemy, Grecan. ¡°I¡¯m done with my worries.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°For the sake of Grecan¡¯s safety, I¡¯d rather keep him until he¡¯s grown up.¡± Balkan eyes darkened. He didn¡¯t say anything without conscience that the wolves could raise better. But he didn¡¯t back down either. Hair grew thick around her blackened eyes. His forearms and thighs were strained, and the air around him shook with tension. He seemed to have decided to follow the desire of emotion instead of the logic of reason. ¡°I¡¯ll take him away by force.¡± At the same time as those words, Balkan moved. His rough hairs rose, and his hands, with sharp, hard claws, seemed to bleed at the slightest touch. There was a sound of air bursting around his swinging hand. He was aiming for Grecan¡¯s hand. ¡°Where!?¡± Balkan shouted. Mirania quickly swung her wand. Bang~! When Balkan¡¯s claws hit Mirania¡¯s silver wand, it made a bizarre sound, like hitting an iron plate. Balkan waved his hand without delay. His sharp claws swung like it was going to split Mirania¡¯s arm. At that moment when Balkan¡¯s claws attacked Mirania, Grecan, who was standing behind Mirania¡¯s staff, jumped. Swoosh~ Grecan, who quickly turned into a black wolf, bit Balkan¡¯s wrist. Although he has yet to mature as a young wolf, the hard skin has been cut off by his teeth that have been sharpened enough due to survival hunting. Grasping his blood-gushing wrist, Balkan¡¯s eyes widened fiercely. ¡°Grec¡­¡± Grecan revealed his sharp teeth, blocking Mirania¡¯s front. The fierce expression on the back of his nose, full of wrinkles, was determined as if he would not tolerate attacking Mirania. ¡°Don¡¯t touch the witch.¡± Balkan¡¯s complexion, which felt his hostility, changed in an instant. The young man who seemed to assist Balkan shouted at Grecan. ¡°Grecan! What are you doing to the chief?¡± Grecan¡¯s mouth was torn thinly, and he drew a smirk. ¡°Growl¡­¡± An inhuman cry rose ferociously from his throat just before turning into a wolf. ¡°Your chief, not mine.¡± Grecan added. The young man¡¯s eyes widened at his clear sentence. At first, Grecan was inexperienced in human speech, but it was only natural for him not knowing that he gradually became proficient during his time with Mirania. For a moment, the young man, who realized what Grecan meant, hardened. Grecan drove a wedge in. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°I don¡¯t have a chief.¡± Grecan¡¯s black pupils were cold, and there was not even a single stroke. Realizing that it was not a joke, the young wolf man was so embarrassed that he rather shut his mouth, and instead, Balkan, who became cold with extreme anger, opened his mouth. ¡°Are you saying that you¡¯re going to give up your identity as a wolf?¡± As the head of the wolf clan, there was a sense of weight in these words. When Grecan laughed, his lips went up and white fangs came out. ¡°I am a wolf. I just don¡¯t recognize you as a chief.¡± ¡°Grecan!¡± The young wolf man shouted unconsciously at the rude words, but when he met Grecan¡¯s emotionless eyes, he could not continue. One was clear, Grecan had little affection for them. Balkan¡¯s eyes distorted when he realized the same thing as the young wolf man. ¡°You¡¯re¡­¡± Balkan unconsciously took a step closer to Grecan. ¡°Grrr!!¡± Grecan lowered himself. If ever he came any closer, he was ready to attack. The face of the Balkan, who stopped in his position, hardened. Mirania noticed a little bit of sadness, huge anger and remorse that flashed across his face. ¡®He must have realized he was doing well.¡¯ I wondered what would happen if I told Grecan to come back sincerely and shook Grecan, but fortunately, that didn¡¯t happen. After a moment of silence, Balkan, who had fixed his shaky expression, opened his mouth sternly. ¡°If you don¡¯t recognize me as the chief, you have no choice but to be a wanderer.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°There¡¯s only one chief in my clan. Those who do not obey will be expelled.¡± ¡®Expel.¡¯ Being expelled from the clan meant that as long as the chief was still alive, he would not be able to return to the clan forever. Expelled beings were bound to wander without settling in one place. The young wolf had a surprised expression on his face as he did not know that Balkan would speak of exile. He seemed to suspect that the hot-tempered head might have to spit it out in anger, but Balkan¡¯s expression was heavy and calm. ¡®He meant it.¡¯ Grecan thought. Chera¡¯s face also hardened. Chera, who passionately loved the witches, also seemed shocked at the word exile. The atmosphere was heavy enough to suffocate. Mirania¡¯s expression was also cold and hardened to match the atmosphere. But insidel, it was quite different. ¡®Yes, yes. Leave him as it is.¡¯ as her thoughts continued. Far from being surprised by the word of exile, Mirania was worried that Grecan, who was moved by this serious mood, would be shaken and follow Balkan. She cheered passionately for the father-son relationship to end forever. Mirania, who was born in a tree without parents, has lived a flowing life-like nature and was ignorant of the feelings of living beings. The affection between parents and children was also one of the feelings she doesn¡¯t know, like love. But she was disturbed to know that all living things considered their parents special. ¡®I don¡¯t like the atmosphere. Did he really change his mind?¡¯ Mirania kept a seemingly elegantly cold face, as she glanced at Grecan. ¡®I couldn¡¯t see his face because he was standing in front of me.¡¯ ¡°Will you accept your exile?¡± ¡°¡­¡± Balkan, who asked in a heavy pressuring tone, seemed to want Grecan to reject it. ¡®He¡¯s been mean to him, but he doesn¡¯t want to kick Grecan out.¡¯ Mirania was dissatisfied with Balkan as he continued to shake Grecan. As usual, he wanted to show off his hot-tempered appearance, but she didn¡¯t like it when he showed a calm figure like the head of a clan. However, Mirania also had to maintain the dignity of the witch family, so she could not intervene while Balkan was speaking. Everyone¡¯s attention shifted to Grecan¡¯s answer. Finally, Grecan opened his mouth. ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter.¡± There was a mutter of silence mixed with astonishment. The young wolf man even stepped back. Well, the angered Balkan took a short breath and spoke heavily, ¡°You will be a wanderer.¡± Unlike the heavy atmosphere, Grecan responded clearly. ¡°As expected, it doesn¡¯t matter.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m not a wolf only if I belong there.¡± Grecan, who speaks his mind, was strangely mature, even though he was still a young child. Knowing that in the future he will become the head of the wolf clan perfectly, Mirania was not surprised by Grecan¡¯s appearance, but the young wolf man looked perplexed. Once again, the silent Balkan uttered a hard voice. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°Then, as of today, you are no longer a member of the wolf clan I lead.¡± ¡°¡­¡± The atmosphere became even colder, but Grecan didn¡¯t care. Chapter 28 Balkan, who had been staring at Grecan watching his reaction, turned bluntly, and the young wolf man from his tribe followed him but glanced back at Grecan with regret. Thud¡ª Three wolves walked out of the room. From the opening of the door to their exit, Balkan never looked back at Grecan and neither did they. The sound of the door slamming closed resounded. Bang~ As the door closed, the conference hall was enveloped in a strange silence. The first person to speak was Chera. ¡°Mirania¡­¡± Although he was bold, the current situation, in which the relationship between his father was broken, dragged attention to difficulty. Chera, who suddenly glanced at Grecan, who has lost a father, whispered in Mirania¡¯s ear. ¡°What are you going to do? Aren¡¯t you going to send him back to the wolves someday?¡± ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± ¡®If I sleep, he will surely come back.¡¯ But it wasn¡¯t¡­ I don¡¯t know how this world will roll its destiny, so I can¡¯t take my eyes off Grecan for a moment. It turned out as I had hoped, but it was also true that it was strange to see Grecan standing alone where the wolves left. ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± Mirania spoke to Chera and looked at Grecan at the same time. Chera blinked as if she didn¡¯t understand Mirania¡¯s soft voice. ¡°Well done, Grecan.¡± Grecan looked up at the unexpected compliment. She faced the chief Balkan without being pushed even an inch, but his eyes were bitter as if shocked. Mirania spoke more kindly, fearing that Grecan might feel nostalgic for the wolves later and run away on the way. ¡°Until you find a new settlement, your place will be by my side, at the Witch¡¯s Castle. I will embrace you instead of the family who abandoned you.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Of course, only if you want to.¡± Grecan, who blinked, slowly approached and leaned on Mirania¡¯s leg. There was a slight sense of weight. Mirania hesitated, but she carefully lowered her body and embraced Grecan. Grecan became heavier to lift himself on his own. Grecan, who had hardened himself, soon relaxed and left himself completely to Mirania¡¯s embrace. He rested his chin down on Mirania¡¯s shoulder and exhaled slowly. ¡°¡­¡± Pat, pat¡ª Mirania patted his hard back, waiting for him to calm his emotions. Although the posture was too close, Grecan did not show any discomfort, unlike other times. As the time passed, he regained stability. The moment he was about to wait for Grecan to lift himself. A low voice mingled with the sound of breathing. ¡°I want it.¡± ¡°¡­What?¡± ¡°Mirania, I want to be by your side.¡± ? When she came down from Windless Mountain, Mirania, who was riding down the broomstick, found Scarlett and stopped flying. Perhaps it was not a coincidence that while she was standing there, Scarlett found Mirania and raised her hand to announce her existence. Mirania drove her broomstick in front of Scarlett. ¡°I thought you were gone.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve been waiting for you. I wanted to discuss it, but I couldn¡¯t because there was Balkan.¡± ¡°I guess it was just for me¡± Scarlett nodded. She tilted her head when she saw Grecan in front of Mirania. Grecan croaked at Scarlett¡¯s strange gaze. Scarlett spoke to Milania, while Mirania laid down Grecan. ¡°Now I see that this boy is the wolf.¡± Mirania did not deny it. There was no need to hide from Balkan in a situation they knew. ¡°I would have talked to the Balkan. What do you still have him?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve decided to keep him.¡± ¡°You, the wolf?¡± ¡°He gave up being a part of Balkan¡¯s clan.¡± Mirania said quietly, not trying to hide it. Scarlett seemed a little surprised to think that Grecan would not return to the wolves. She looked at Mirania and Grecan alternately. ¡°The more I see it, the more unexpected it is.¡± Mirania, who did not understand the meaning of the word, was puzzled, but soon pretended to understand and gently smiled. Scarlett nodded, saying, ¡°I knew it at first glance because I knew everything about you.¡± ¡°I knew that the witches were generally of a peaceful nature, but I didn¡¯t know that they were so generous that they even embraced the children of the wolf-like child.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s why you gave your hand first to me, who can¡¯t say that we¡¯re on good terms even though it¡¯s empty. I was really surprised. I was impressed.¡± Scarlett smiled softly. It was very rare for a cold-blooded Scarlett to smile. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks Mirania remained silent on Scarlett¡¯s gaze of trust. ¡®I think she¡¯s misunderstanding something.¡¯ She realized Scarlett was mistaken, but Mirania did not bother to correct it. Everything Mirania is doing now was not particularly humane or philanthropic. It was an obvious misunderstanding, but well, things were good. Scarlett said that Mirania was a peace-loving great witch, but she didn¡¯t like bothersome things that much. She pretended to intervene, but the bystanders were normal. But she was right, she didn¡¯t like conflict, so she decided that Scarlett¡¯s favor wasn¡¯t bad. Mirania nodded slowly a couple of times as if she had been really one Scarlett thought of. ¡°So I can trust you more. Please take care of my child, too. Is he healthy¡­ or in good condition?¡± Scarlett looked at Mirania anxiously because she missed Leberianz. Then she can stop by and see for herself. As the head of the bat clan, she must not be able to enter the realm of the witch clan on a daily basis. Mirania guessed Scarlett¡¯s desire to ask about Leberianz even while waiting for her. At this time, it was right to say something that would reassure her. ¡°If you don¡¯t trust me and take him, that¡¯s going to be a problem. Rather than doing well.¡± He was dragged into the forest like garbage and dumped in the lake as if it were being collected, but that was all I could say. When Mirania, who hid the truth, spoke gently, Scarlett hesitated regretfully. ¡°When will he ever be completely healed?¡± Scarlett asks when Leberianz could get out his disease and live a normal life. ¡°After a few days, I know it¡¯s questionable. But this is the heart of a mother for her child. I get nervous and worry for nothing.¡± Mirania blinked. ¡®What should I say?¡¯ In his previous life, Leberianz suffered from sleep sickness for about 15 years. This time, it was planned to adjust the period of fighting the disease to 10 years in line with the time of its appearance of Alice. ¡®That¡¯s enough time for me to brainwash Leberianz before meeting Alice.¡¯ Mirania thought. ¡°About 10 years¡­¡± ¡°About 10 years?¡± Scarlett¡¯s face hardened. Scarlett doesn¡¯t know Leberianz would suffer from sleeping sickness for more than 15 years. Although Mirania spoke of the healing period being shortened by five years, it would have been an unbelievable length of time for Scarlett, who did not know the original length of his disease. Doubts spread in Scarlett¡¯s eyes. Anxiety raised doubts, like a disease. ¡°I think it could happen a little earlier than¡­¡± Mirania naturally corrected her words. ¡°That¡¯s how serious the condition of the Leberianz is. I knew a lot about sleep sickness, so it¡¯s just a guess.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true, but still¡­¡± ¡°Yes, normal sleep sickness can happen even for a short time if you constantly stimulate it, no matter how deep you fall asleep. But Leberianz isn¡¯t like that.¡± As Mirania whispered persuasively, Scarlett¡¯s eyes were confused. ¡°That¡¯s true. But 10 years is too long.¡± ¡°That¡¯s a shortcut, Scarlett. Trust me and wait. I¡¯ll take responsibility and wake him up.¡± Mirania spoke kindly, Scarlett¡¯s eyes shook and soon sighed. ¡°I can¡¯t help it. I¡¯ll trust you, Mirania.¡± ¡°Did you wait for me to ask about Leberianz?¡± Scarlett shook her head. ¡°There¡¯s that too. There are other ways as well.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Malandor¡­ I have a question. I want to discuss the wild black man.¡± ¡°Malandor?¡± Mirania¡¯s eyebrows turned to frown at the unexpected name. After receiving the Night of Obedience, why did his name come out of Scarlett¡¯s mouth, which she didn¡¯t even think about? ¡°Mirania, do you know him personally?¡± ¡°We¡¯re not close, but¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s not?¡± Scarlett nodded curiously. ¡°We¡¯re not that close.¡± Mirania corrected herself. For Mirania, Malandor was only a person who shared the witch forest for a short time as the right person to guard the entrance to the brimstone fire. He could also be said to be a villain among others. ¡®He¡¯s more intimate than Balkan or Scarlett.¡¯ Balkan and Scarlett do not even fall into the category of my ¡®close people¡¯, so being close actually meant that Malandor wasn¡¯t a foe. ¡°Really? He picked you as his best friend, but it¡¯s strange that you¡¯re not close.¡± Scarlett tilted her head but soon continued as if it was not important. ¡°Anyway, according to my children, his movements are suspicious these days.¡± ¡°Suspicious?¡± Mirania thought to herself. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡®Malandor¡¯s existence itself is suspicious.¡¯ One day, he suddenly appeared and insisted that the entrance should be blocked because the dark world could open, and settled in the witch forest. It was also suspicious that a man who¡¯s said to be a dark freak but was a monarch of one world, could act so freely. Chapter 29 ¡¸A Birch Beetle¡¹ ¡°Even if it were possible to resurrect someone like the Great Witch from the previous generation, it would be very troublesome.¡± ¡°So what? Don¡¯t worry too much. No one has actually witnessed the red flower¡¯s ability to revive.¡± ¡°You never know. I will continue to monitor his behavior. Mirania, if you notice any suspicious signs, please let me know.¡± Scarlett only said that and left. After leaving, Mirania resumed her flight and was lost in thought. ¡°Should I meet Malandor?¡± I don¡¯t think he would do such a nuisance, but as Scarlett said, Malandor was a freak who I didn¡¯t know where and what could do. It¡¯s no wonder that one day he wanted to mess up the world for no reason. He might really want to make an ancient beauty slave¡­ ¡°Then he is truly a madman.¡± While thinking about whether to visit Malandor or not, the party was in the realm of the witch before she knew it. Mirania, who immediately moved to the Witch Castle, got off the broomstick. The first she got off her broomstick, she looked at Chera and her eyes widened. ¡°Why are you hanging him?¡± ¡°What?¡± Mirania was puzzled. She looked back. Grecan, who was hanging behind her back, stared. Mirania, who had never noticed, was embarrassed. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± Preoccupied with her thoughts, she didn¡¯t even know what Grecan was doing. ¡°It was kind of heavy.¡± Mirania shook her head and pushed Grecan¡¯s forehead with her finger. she was meant to be dropped. Crying~ Grecan shook his head lightly, wiping Mirania¡¯s hand away. Mirania frowned, this time pushed Grecan¡¯s face with her palm. Again, Greccan bowed his head and avoided her palm. ¡°¡­?¡± When Mirania looked at Chera with questionable eyes, Chera replied clearly. ¡°He doesn¡¯t want to come down huh?¡± ¡°I see. But what¡¯s the sound of laughter behind you?¡± ¡°It looks like a beetle on a birch tree.¡± Mirania stared briefly at Chera¡¯s curious smile before turning her head. Grecan, who opened his eyes wide, made eye contact with Mirania. Mirania suddenly felt burdened. She thought about pushing him again with her hand, and recalled that she didn¡¯t have to use force. ¡°Come down.¡± She simply ordered Grecan, who could not refuse the night of obedience and ordered him to come down soon. ¡°Oh my!¡± Suddenly, the feeling of being choked grabbed Mirania¡¯s hair. Clutching his arms around her neck, Mirania gasped and barely looked behind her. Grecan, who had become a human being, was holding her neck strongly. As he became more strangled, Mirania grabbed Grecan by the wrist. Even before awakening, his wrist was stronger than Mirania¡¯s. ¡°Come on, come on down.¡± Mirania thought the order didn¡¯t work, so she ordered it again. But Grecan has only gained strength in his arms, but he was just not moving at all. ¡°What is this situation right now?¡± Mirania blinked. ¡°Oh my!¡± The sound of strangulation was loud. She was taken aback, and the arm that was holding her neck loosened slightly. Mirania exclaimed urgently. ¡°Is the night of obedience broken already?¡± Chera, who answered to her surprise, was pulling the dust off the broom that wasn¡¯t hers. ¡°Come down!¡± Inevitably, Mirania again strongly commanded. She didn¡¯t think it would really work. But was it an illusion that every time she gives an order, it feels like he¡¯s sticking to her back? Chera glanced at Mirania¡¯s alterations and shook her head from side to side. ¡°It¡¯s not broken. It has turned white and it is working properly.¡± ¡®If the night of obedience was not broken.¡¯ ¡°Then?¡± Mirania turned her head and looked carefully at Grecan¡¯s face. At first glance, the copper skin was reddening. His arms trembled and his legs¡­ ¡°Oh, my!¡± His legs are wrapped around her waist as if to crush her back. ¡°Hhmm!¡± Mirania blushed because she was ashamed of herself for breaking out another uneducated groan. She stared at Grecan, the cause of the problem. He wrapped his legs tightly around Mirania¡¯s waist, struggling to resist the compulsory orders. The power was so strong that her back felt like it was going to bend. There was a groan between his lips on his red face. Now, Mirania could understand the state of Grecan. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks He didn¡¯t want to listen to her orders. But she didn¡¯t even give an order to die, so why was he doing this? ¡°¡­What¡¯s wrong with you?¡± No matter how much of an enemy he is, he¡¯s a small child who has not yet come of adulthood. She didn¡¯t do anything, just ordered him down, and the feeling of tormenting the little child made Mirania feel bad. ¡°Are you going to let your face burst like that?¡± Chera muttered as she watched Grecan grunt. Mirania agreed. Not only Grecan, but his organs were about to explode. Mirania, unable to overcome Grecan¡¯s limb strength, immediately opened her mouth. ¡°Hey, stop¡­!¡± Like a lie, the strength in Grecan¡¯s limbs ran out. It felt like Mirania was released after being trapped in the eight legs of a giant octopus. She stumbled for a moment, but soon put on an elegant look as if nothing had happened. Mirania was a bit lazy and she liked the time to do nothing, but she also considered appearance as important, so she showed through her attitude. The astonishment that had been spat out scandalously was deleted from my head. Chera looked at Mirania suspiciously, ¡°Are you okay?¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay.¡± ¡°Are you sure you¡¯re okay? Are you still hurt?¡± ¡°Yeah, why not? That¡¯s enough.¡± Mirania said calmly, but she was still nervous behind her heavy back. ¡°What¡¯s wrong with you?¡± She asked Grecan quietly, but Grecan only grinned at how satisfied he was with her order being revoked. Mirania hurried away in an unseemly mood. Chera gave a plausible argument to Grecan¡¯s appearance as if he was out of his mind. ¡°Isn¡¯t meeting Balkan a shock? He did say that Mirania would have a bad relationship, but he didn¡¯t know he¡¯s going to that point. It¡¯s an exile.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I know that the lost wolves suffer terribly, which they are. What would it be like to ignore your own children?¡± ¡°Because it¡¯s Balkan who is faithful to emotions.¡± ¡°Anyway, he must have abandoned the wolf clan. Now, wouldn¡¯t Grecan consider Mirania as his mother?¡± Mirania gave a disgusted look at Chera¡¯s answer. ¡°Mother?¡± ¡°Or father?¡± When Mirania stared, Chera, who was smiling, turned her eyes and looked away. ¡°It seems that watering Balkan is pretty good.¡± Mirania, who accurately pinpointed Chera¡¯s thought, was startled, not seeing Chera¡¯s embarrassment when Grecan¡¯s arm moved. Grecan was rubbing his head against Mirania¡¯s shoulder, his chin rested on her shoulder. Grecan¡¯s hair smelled like dry dirt. His legs were still wrapped around Mirania¡¯s waist like a giant octopus. ¡°It looks like you have an octopus, not a wolf.¡± ¡°Are you going to leave it as it is?¡± ¡°I can¡¯t take him off. What should I do? It¡¯ll stop at this rate.¡± Mirania answered roughly and thought hard. She was bothered by Grecan¡¯s rejection of the night of obedience. The Night of Obedience was a spiritual treasure. A ghost that engages the mind and obeys the caster¡¯s orders. ¡®Resisting that night of obedience was more than proof that his mind has grown strong.¡¯ Grecan, who followed her orders just a few days ago, had grown in the meantime. ¡®That¡¯s not a good sign.¡¯ When Grecan awakens, I thought that the Night of Obedience would be ineffective. Then I must see the effect before that. It¡¯s a big deal if it¡¯s already useless now. Mirania¡¯s mind became complicated. ¡®I haven¡¯t completely tamed Grecan yet.¡¯ Mirania glanced at Grecan¡¯s black hair with distraught eyes. What she originally planned was close to the relationship between a master and the slave. I was going to train Grecan to perfection so that he would give in near-brainwashed learning to obey whatever I said unconditionally. But if that doesn¡¯t work¡­ ¡®He could be thinking of me as his mother.¡¯ Mother of enemies, to say the least. ¡°Grrr.¡± Grecan looked up at Mirania¡¯s gaze. Mirania smiled consciously and affectionately when their eyes met. It was the result of being conscious of Chera¡¯s words. ¡°Growl.¡± Grecan opened with his eyes wide. It was more of a pleasant voice than a threatening feeling. ¡°Yeah, it¡¯s not pleasant, but if you think about it, it¡¯s not bad either.¡± No matter what anyone says, the wolves are a kind of filial piety. Her back was a little stiff. It was because of Grecan gripping hard and hanging on her back. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only Mirania, who thought about the ¡®effect of the parent-child relationship with the enemy¡¯ that she had just thought about putting down Grecan, decided to show some generosity. ¡°He won¡¯t let go for a few days.¡± One thing she didn¡¯t expect was Grecan¡¯s persistence. Chapter 30 A visitor came to the quiet and peaceful realm of the witches. A guest from the two continents called the Human World was the Prime Minister of the Leanna Empire, called the Prosperous Empire. In the reception room of the witch castle, he stood in front of Mirania with a very serious expression. ¡°So in our Empire, we searched for a way, and eventually we came to the Great Witch Castle.¡± ¡°So what you want is¡­¡± ¡°Yes, it¡¯s the potion for immortality.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mirania couldn¡¯t hide her expression. The embarrassment on her face was so blatant that the Prime Minister coughed in vain. ¡®Human stupidity was famous from the beginning, but now they are trying to overthrow the sky.¡¯ Life was a gift from heaven. It¡¯s against fate for a person who shouldn¡¯t live forever to want to live forever. Regaining her composure, Mirania bit her tongue inwardly, the prime minister nodded his head emphatically. ¡°Witch¡¯s potions have a lot of bizarre things, aren¡¯t they? There are people who are called witches on our continent, but they are still inferior to this place, the hometown of witches.¡± The witches from the two continents are also witches who crossed over from the witch castle. They will gradually lose their magical powers, but most of them remain on two continents without making a lover or returning to the Witch Castle due to circumstances. ¡°We also considered the wizard¡¯s tower, but since it¡¯s a very difficult task, we can¡¯t have them experiment to increase the success rate by exploring various possibilities.¡± The kind words of the Prime Minister flowed in and Mirania spat out. ¡°I heard that now the Emperor of the Leanna Empire is not interested in immortality?¡± It was so pathetic that I spoke out without thinking further. Even in the past, the Emperor of the empire, which was the most prosperous country on the two continents, was the party to the intercontinental pact. The Prime Minister responded calmly as if nothing had happened to Mirania. ¡°It was like that then, he wasn¡¯t greedy¡­¡± ¡°Is that so?¡± ¡°Because he got married a few years ago.¡± Mirania was puzzled. ¡®What does marriage have to do with wanting immortality?¡¯ ¡°Are you saying that you want to live long because he¡¯s happy?¡± At the puzzled gaze of Mirania, the Prime Minister coughed in vain. ¡°The queen is a little young. It can¡¯t be helped.¡± The prime minister smiled with resignation and nodded, saying, ¡°I understand him as being the same man.¡± Compared to the Prime Minister, who used the face of a nobleman to turn his words around, Mirania was straightforward. ¡°So, to sleep with a young partner, you will need to find the medicine for immortality¡± The Prime Minister hesitated as if concerned about the Emperor¡¯s scandal but soon nodded his head, wanting to do something hidden in front of a non-human witch. Mirania, who was more free from norms than ordinary people, answered easily without showing signs of boredom. ¡°Then you don¡¯t have to be immortal.¡± ¡°Once upon a time, he took sedatives. The wizards have unexpected talents in this area. Ah, those who turn iron into gold.¡± The Prime Minister shook his head as if he were surprised and soon looked embarrassed. ¡°But it¡¯s just for a moment, so there are some things they lack. The Emperor wants to find a medicine for the stamina of his youth.¡± ¡®You are too greedy.¡¯ For Mirania, who only knew ¡®to escape the yoke of infinite regression¡¯ of greed throughout her life, it was hard to understand an Emperor whose desires were corrected even at an old age. ¡°It may sound a little strange to the Great Witch, but it is. There aren¡¯t many fun moments when the Crown Prince grows up without needing to touch, and the Empire, another child, rolls around on his own. You have to be serious about the fun and pleasure of the moment.¡± The Emperor¡¯s defecated chief was embarrassed by Mirania¡¯s sour face, which seemed uninterested. ¡°If you will fulfill the Emperor¡¯s will, I will spare you all the support and help in the name of the Leanna Empire. It¡¯s also possible to save girls who are born with magic for the prosperity of the witch family.¡± Mirania squinted. ¡®Listening to him, it doesn¡¯t seem like it has to be a medicine for immortality.¡¯ If so, there seems to be another way¡­ ¡®Because I needed help from the human continent anyway.¡¯ When she thought of Alice, who was said to be living on the human continent, her determination stood even more. ¡°By the way, Great Witch.¡± ¡°What is it?¡± ¡°The dog¡­ No, is it true?¡± Mirania followed the Prime Minister¡¯s finger and bowed her head. Grecan, who had settled on Mirania¡¯s lap when he had crawled in, was wagging his tail gently. Mirania was silent for a moment and then replied. ¡°¡­It¡¯s not a dog, but a wolf.¡± Although he wags his tail flexibly like a dog. ¡°When did he come all the way here again?¡± Obviously, he had come to play at the training ground a while ago. These days, it¡¯s not a waste to say that Grecan was simply new. She saw what was there, and when she came to her senses, he was around and was very close too. ¡°Oh, it¡¯s amazing that you tamed a wolf!¡± The Prime Minister, who does not know the secrets of Mirania, purely admired her. ¡°Wow, this wolf is cute and he¡¯s kind of¡­¡± Whether he wanted to express familiarity or was just curious, the Prime Minister reached out calmly. It was before Mirania gave a warning. ¡°Growl¡± The Prime Minister¡¯s hand stood tall in front of Grecan¡¯s span. Grecan¡¯s rough runny nose tickled the Prime Minister¡¯s fingers. The momentum of Grecan was so fierce that the Prime Minister, who had been smiling confidently, was terrified. ¡°Grecan.¡± Mirania called his name in a stern voice, fearing that Grecan would bite the Prime Minister¡¯s hand. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks The skin of a human, which was also old, was fragile and soft and would have been damaged just by the touch of Grecan¡¯s sharp teeth. ¡°What?¡± Grecan opened his eyes wide and wagged his tail again. Knowing that he was fine now, the Prime Minister stretched out his hand again, then suddenly turned his head, and their eyes met and Grecan squinted. ¡°Growl..¡± As if he hadn¡¯t wagged his tail, the fierce spirit leaked explosively. The Prime Minister faltered and withdrew his hand. ¡°Well, you¡¯re a man of great character. Haha!!¡± To replace the dirty term with a bossy personality. It was truly a person who would survive with his tongue next to the capricious Emperor. Mirania truly admired his skillful expressive transformation. ¡°You¡¯d better not touch him. He¡¯s quite a¡­ dangerous individual.¡± ¡°It must not be easy to tame. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ll be interested in something unusual.¡± The Prime Minister smacked his lips and glanced at Grecan. His eyes were full of greed, and Mirania thought of a question in her head. ¡®You said you wanted a potion of immortality, and you didn¡¯t want to live longer?¡¯ Coveting Grecan = death. That¡¯s what Mirania thought. For her, who knows Grecan¡¯s temperament, it was only amazing that the Prime Minister¡¯s mind saw Grecan as a ¡®rare collection.¡® Although he¡¯s weak right now, Grecan would be the head of the wolf, which all considered to be the strongest ever. No one would be able to tame him. ¡®It¡¯s the same for me too.¡¯ She only wanted to buy time before her death by maintaining a friendly relationship with Grecan. ¡°Then, Great Witch, will you be able to do what I asked for?¡± ¡°¡­There¡¯s something more suitable.¡± Mirania nodded her head slowly. ¡®Yes that¡¯s right!¡¯. Mirania lowered her gaze proudly to the Prime Minister, who¡¯s eyes were twinkling with anticipation ¡°When it¡¯s done, I¡¯ll send it to the palace.¡± ¡°I can¡¯t help but admire the power of the Great Witch. I¡¯ll just trust you for now.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°His Majesty is a little worn out. Since he¡¯s a newlywed.¡± The Prime Minister smiled brightly and gave praise, but the depth of his eyes flashed sharply ¡°What do you mean you¡¯re only trusting me? I¡¯m sure you¡¯re half-believing.¡± What was human sugar coating again? Knowing the duality of the human race, Mirania finds it funny rather than being offended. ¡°Then what do you want?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯d like to give you a small gift.¡± ¡°You know what I want and you say I¡¯m weak?¡± When Mirania raised the corners of her lips gracefully and asked, she paused for a moment and then smiled beautifully. ¡°Nothing is impossible in the great Leanna Empire.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Oh, the Emperor¡¯s energy¡­No, except eternal life.¡± The Prime Minister immediately looked at Mirania with a calm smile. ¡°So, shall we listen?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°What do you want, Mirania?¡± He says he could do everything, but his attitude seems to be decided after hearing it. The Prime Minister, who would have made his name known as a master negotiator when he was young, was already calling Mirania differently. ¡°Are you looking for someone?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I want you to find her.¡± ¡°Well, if it¡¯s a person. It¡¯s not that difficult.¡± The Prime Minister stroked his beard. ¡°You¡¯re making me a medicine for the Emperor, but would finding a person pay for it? Would that be all right? As far as I know, witches have a family language that sounds like their hands and feet.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Why didn¡¯t you look for it yourself?¡± ¡°Are there any circumstances? Do I even have to tell you what¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Of course not. It¡¯s on our continent, so it¡¯s easier for us to move.¡± The Prime Minister quickly lowered himself and burst into laughter. ¡°So that¡¯s it. Is there anything else you want in particular?¡± ¡°I see. If so, what kind of person do you want to find? The more detailed the information, the more likely it is to be found.¡± Mirania explained her impression of the outfit that popped into her mind. ¡°She¡¯s probably not 10 years old now.¡± ¡°Are you looking for a child?¡± ¡°Yes, she¡¯s a girl, and her face is¡­¡± Mirania thought about the heroine in a hazy memory compared to the male protagonists. She once struggled to find out who the hell these men are going crazy about when she¡¯s overpowered by evil. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only ¡°I was surprised to learn that she was a fairy.¡± Although she couldn¡¯t be compared to the Great Witch, the one and only being born from a tree once in a thousand years, the Fairy was also a very rare minority. Chapter 31 Among the fairies who are friendly to nature like Mirania, Alice was a special being. ¡®An object in contact with the source of life.¡¯ The wonder of Alice was that she had healing power. Mirania could exert healing power with blood, but Alice could utilize it with her entire body. Her hair alone could heal some wounds. ¡®Of course, that¡¯s only possible before she got poisoned.¡¯ As a creature, it was natural to be fascinated by her. ¡°It¡¯s objectively beautiful.¡± The Prime Minister, who remembered the details with his lips raised, nodded cheerfully. ¡°Oh, that¡¯s interesting. So, can you tell me the detailed physical characteristics?¡± ¡°Green hair and eyes. Her face is white, and above all, she smells good.¡± ¡°Is this person a noble?¡± ¡°There¡¯s a good chance it¡¯s not.¡± ¡°If your skin is white and smells good, would it be noble?¡± ¡°¡­I want you to open up various possibilities and find it.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Is it difficult?¡± The Prime Minister was a genius in negotiations. It was unclear whether he¡¯s serious or not, but the Prime Minister gathered his brows seemingly frowning. ¡°The information is limited, so it¡¯s a little tricky.¡± ¡°Then there¡¯s nothing we can do about it.¡± When Mirania, who said the deal was over, naturally raised herself to stand, the Prime Minister opened his wrinkled eyes wide, asking why Mirania was leaving. In the presence of Mirania, Grecan stretched his legs wide and clung to her body. Mirania glanced at the Prime Minister with Grecan tied to her body. ¡°It¡¯s not easy for me to make medicine now that I¡¯m old.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I need to find special herbs, and I need to sleep less because it¡¯s a tricky medicine¡­¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I have to go now¡­¡± ¡°Come on, wait a minute. Great Witch Mirania!¡± The minister tried to reach out to Mirania, who was about to leave. Grecan showed his teeth as if waiting to bite his hand. ¡°Growl!¡± The face of the Prime Minister, who hurriedly raised his hand, became embarrassed. ¡°Great Witch, I said it was difficult, but I didn¡¯t say it was impossible!¡± ¡°Do you mean it¡¯s possible?¡± Mirania glanced back and asked, and the Prime Minister nodded. He wanted to gain an advantage in the negotiations, but he seemed to have given up because he had already been stopped by Mirania. Mirania sat back down slowly as if she had no choice. ¡°Because I¡¯m old. I want you to tell me the truth.¡± The Prime Minister looked up and down at Mirania with a sour stare. Silver hair, sparkling gold eyes, transparent skin, and elongated limbs just as beautiful as a statue. The Prime Minister muttered. ¡°You¡¯re talking nonsense in front of an old man.¡± ¡°When I was your age, the Leanna Empire made and distributed money.¡± In the distant time contained in her words, the Prime Minister stuttered his words. ¡°Well, I see. No wonder, I was proud to have a talent for negotiation, but it didn¡¯t seem to work in front of you, so there was a reason.¡± ¡°So what happens to the story?¡± ¡°The person you¡¯re looking for¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s Alice.¡± ¡°Yeah. I will do my best to find Alice.¡± The Prime Minister concluded his words with determination. Through the deepening eyes of the Prime Minister, Mirania noticed that Alice was mistaken for a very important being for Mirania. ¡°You¡¯re not mistaken.¡± If Alice¡¯s witch disease was not cured, Grecan and Leberianz would eventually target her heart once again. No matter how effectively Grecan and Leberianz were raised, the most reassuring ultimate solution was to cure Alice¡¯s illness. ¡®It¡¯s a way to get rid of the main problem.¡¯ ¡°Then I¡¯ll just trust you and go.¡± Mirania was handed over a tool for contact by the prime minister. ¡°¡­Does this allow you to communicate over that long distance?¡± The word ¡®only¡¯ seemed to be missing from the words of the Prime Minister. The communication tool that Mirania gave to the Prime Minister was a flower pot. To be more precise, it was a sprout that had fully bloomed in a flowerpot. ¡°It¡¯s my family¡¯s language.¡± ¡°I know that the witch¡¯s family language is mostly a movable animal.¡± The skeptical Prime Minister sent her distrustful gaze towards the language of the Great Witch, who was nothing more than a tiny sprout. ¡°That¡¯s because it¡¯s very difficult to make plants as a family language.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°But I¡¯m a great witch. It¡¯s more difficult to make it normally.¡± It sounds arrogant, but it wasn¡¯t. He couldn¡¯t be arrogant when you say the obvious. The Prime Minister smiled awkwardly. When the Prime Minister left, holding the flowerpot with the buds preciously, Mirania looked up at the sky and foretold the time. ¡°The full moon will rise soon.¡± Mirania was planning to carry out the Prime Minister¡¯s quest tonight. The Prime Minister¡¯s wish, the ¡®Eternal Life Medicine.¡¯ Mirania corrected her thoughts. ¡°No, it¡¯s just an energizer.¡± Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks It was a powerful energizer that was different from the ones made by alchemists. ¡°People won¡¯t even know. Even at an age that would not be strange even if he died soon, he still wants to wield powerless flesh.¡± Mirania muttered with a look of disbelief, and then lowered her eyes to the glaring gaze that she could feel from somewhere. Her eyes met with Grecan, who was still hanging around. Grecan transformed into a human being because it was difficult to support himself with four legs. Naked Grecan hugged Mirania¡¯s neck more easily and asked. ¡°What is a powerless piece of flesh?¡± Mirania worried for a moment but did not ignore that Grecan was young and replied. ¡°¡­You don¡¯t need to know¡± ? Mirania took off her fluttering dress and changed into casual pants. ¡°Have you been collecting herbs for a long time?¡± Chera was unaware of the situation when the Prime Minister visited because she was caring for the newborn that the witches brought in from the witch nursery. Mirania nodded. ¡°What are you going to make? A panacea that you can get better even if you suffer from all kinds of chronic diseases? Sleeping pill that can cure any insomnia with one pill?¡± The medicines Mirania used to sell to humans flowed one after another through Chera¡¯s mouth. Mirania frowned lightly and said, ¡°No, it was better than that.¡± ¡°Then¡­¡± Chera understood at once. ¡°Energy supplements?¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°I guess it¡¯s the Prime Minister if you¡¯re making it yourself? ¡°Exactly, the Prime Minister of the Leanna Empire commissioned it.¡± ¡°Oh, did the Imperial family get cursed? It seems like one person from two generations always comes.¡± Chera, who was born and abandoned in the human realm, entered the witch¡¯s realm by a passing witch and lived her whole life, was still ignorant of human men even after more than 100 years. Just by describing the Prime Minister¡¯s desire for energy as a curse. Mirania felt uncomfortable with the word ¡®curse¡®, but she soon shrugged her shoulders, hoping it was nothing more than that. ¡°It¡¯s been like that since the first emperor. I¡¯m going to leave and return later today.¡± ¡°You¡¯re moving early.¡± ¡°Because today the full moon rises. Oh, and the humans gave thanks and offered to build a new nursery school. Didn¡¯t I say it was very old last time?¡± ¡°That¡¯s nice. I¡¯ll ask them to make it out of stone this time. The last one they built was made of wood, so it got worn out easily.¡± ¡°That would be better. You can take charge and ask.¡± The witch family was basically self-sufficient, but they had a closer relationship with humans than with other races. Often trading with humans in this way would make the witch¡¯s realm more colorful. ¡°Are you going to take Grecan too?¡± Mirania raised her eyebrows at Chera, who asked naturally. ¡°Why him?¡± ¡°I thought you were going to take him.¡± ¡°Why would I take him¡­¡± Mirania stopped talking and glanced back. Chera¡¯s gaze was already behind her. To be precise, she pointed to Grecan, who was stuck like a barnacle at Mirania. Mirania sighed, ¡°¡­Come down now.¡± Speaking softly, Grecan came down to the ground. It was not that he couldn¡¯t walk, but he didn¡¯t know why he kept hanging onto her. Grecan blinked innocently. He was dressed in a strange way. The clothes he had received from Lynn were being washed, so he was like a handsome boy in a bandage and begging. Mirania furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms. ¡°I can¡¯t.¡± She didn¡¯t say what was wrong, but she was clear without saying anything. Grecan gently shook his head, ¡°Mirania is weak. I¡¯ll protect her.¡± Mirania stared down at Grecan, who could only reach her waist. Although Milania was quite large for a female figure, Grecan was like a blood clot in Mirania¡¯s eyes even considering the height difference. But what? ¡°Chera, did you hear that?¡± When Mirania didn¡¯t get an answer back from Chera, she glanced at her. Not surprisingly, he was covering his mouth with his hand and giggling. ¡°Oh, my God, I¡¯ve heard that Mirania, the great witch, is weak to a non-adult being!¡± She had a rough idea why Grecan was saying that, but Mirania was upset. It wasn¡¯t that she was weak, it was that this world was strange. They are the main characters, and the world does everything in its power to protect them. She, who was only a sacrifice for the happiness of the main characters, was a plate that had no choice but to put herself at a disadvantage. ¡°I¡¯m not weak.¡± As Mirania spoke with anger, Grecan¡¯s eyes became puzzled. ¡°Mirania is weak. She gets hurt easily. She¡¯s slower than me, and she can¡¯t avoid my hands.¡± Mirania recalled that she had been bitten by Grecan. Slowed down by the erosion of her memories of the past, when she was unable to evade his attacks, she noticed that he had since defined Mirania as a weak individual. That was not the end. Grecan blinked his eyes in her sorrow. ¡°And dull.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°So I will protect you.¡± Grecan dignified his chest. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only She later realized his existence and she was startled, but Mirania could not deny her inexperienced response to his sudden attack. ¡°Hahaha!¡± The sound of Chera¡¯s breathless laughter leaked through her hands and between her fingers. Chapter 32 His Breeding Obsession Chapter 32 Translated by Niks ? Before evening Mirania took Grecan up to the witch forest. The Witch Forest, a part of the Mountain of Life, was a mysterious place lined with medicinal herbs that would have enchanted the pharmacists of the human continent. The herb Mirania was looking for was the root of a white flower. The white flower is a flower that blooms on the cliff where the full moon rises. It has strong energy and is effective in enhancing sexual desire. As long as sexual desire was improved, there¡¯s no significant difference from the energy drugs currently used by humans, but there was one more efficacy point. ¡®The essence made from the roots of white flowers has an effect of getting healthier the more you sleep.¡¯ It¡¯s a precious herb, but it¡¯s not a herb anyone could get. This was because although healthy, it does not extend the lifespan of humans. What the Prime Minister really want for the Emperor was not to live long, but to have a healthy and satisfying sex life with the young empress. The Prime Minister¡¯s request to Mirania this time was to lie down and eat the fruit. Mirania looked around, strutting about to take any other useful herbs. Rustle~ Forests are a treasure trove of life, inhabited by tens of thousands of life forms. Occasionally, the sound of wild animals passing by passed her ears. ¡°Growl¡± Mirania looked down on the side. Grecan growled low and ready to attack. Soon she noticed that a squirrel climbed up a branch from where Grecan was staring. Grecan¡¯s ear which stood close slipped down. Grecan, fully prepared, did not fall off Mirania¡¯s side in any case. ¡®You really think you¡¯re protecting me?¡¯ Mirania thought. A man who was once an enemy was now protecting me? ¡°¡­Is something wrong?¡± She thought it would be better than running to kill soon, so she pretended not to know the difference. Mirania and Grecan soon reached the cliff where white flowers often bloom. ¡°You¡¯re relaxed.¡± Mirania climbed the mountain collecting useful herbs. The stench of an animal that hid itself among the trees flowed in with the wind. As the bewildered beast faltered, Mirania climbed the mountain as if nothing had happened. Then the tree moved by itself and blocked the front of the beast lurking on the other side. As she repeated that, there was nothing that could stand in the way of Mirania. ¡°Roar!¡± Grecan, unable to calm his tension, raised his head at the sound of a roaring beast screaming through the dense trees, but there was no attack. Something feels strange. Mirania noticed something and looked around, but before she knew it, she could only see the trees. ¡°Growl.¡± A tree blocking the view was suspicious, but nothing else stood out. As she passed the tree through the dense forest like a thorn, the surroundings became bright because of the moonlight. It was getting dark and the moon was rising above Mirania¡¯s head. The round moon poured a twinkling halo over Mirania¡¯s head. Mirania¡¯s thin, silver hair shone more delicately in the moonlight. In Grecan¡¯s black eyes, the mysterious figure of Mirania was embedded. His tail, which stood up close to her, fluttered softly. Then, Grecan¡¯s ear pricked, ¡°Growl¡± Grecan lowered himself to the side and raised his voice threateningly. At Grecan¡¯s glare, showing the unprecedented tension he felt, Mirania cast her gaze in the direction he was looking. It felt like the air was holding her breath. Something was lurking. ¡®Hmm, I¡¯m in trouble.¡¯ The place was an empty vacant lot without a single tree. There were all the bushes up to the ankles, and that was not enough to block the front of the venomous beast. ¡°Danger.¡± Grecan warned. Feeling threatened by the air, Mirania focused on the space where the darkness moved. Slip~ Soon afterward, wolves with fairly large bodies appeared in the dark. There were five wolves, well three times bigger than Grecan. The gray wolf at the forefront had a scar on his eyes like a bandit, half as big as other wolves, giving off a much more threatening atmosphere. The wolf, who appeared to be the captain, secretly glanced at Grecan and Mirania. Grecan¡¯s fur, feeling the gaze, stood up straight. ¡°Great¡­¡± His voice was a little lower too. A nervous light was evident. Grecan was a good hunter for his age. He was able to hunt alone and procure food, but that was the beast within the range he could deal with. Grecan acted so mean that he was called to be a wolf¡¯s poison, but he has never fought a life-or-death battle with such a large kind. Wolves, on the other hand, laughed at Grecan¡¯s size. Grecan seemed to be guessing that he wouldn¡¯t be able to deal with any of them. Grecan¡¯s eyes calmed down like a general who was about to fight a bloody battle between life and death. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°Mirania.¡± Mirania, who was wondering what magic to use to bring the wolves back without hurting them, watched Grecan step forward. ¡°I¡¯ll attack, you run away.¡± A determined light appeared in Grecan¡¯s eyes. It¡¯s like a warrior¡¯s eyes that ignored death. Mirania thought as she looked at Grecan, who had gained strength and was brave. ¡®What do you mean?¡¯ She doesn¡¯t think she¡¯s in a situation to run away anyway. Mirania looked wistfully at the confrontation between Grecan and the five wolves. Roughly speaking, it seems to mean that he will deal with those wolves and that she should run away in the meantime. ¡°Growl!¡± ¡°Grrr, Roar!¡± Grecan and the wolves began to bark in a threatening voice as a search battle. Mirania, who was out of their fight, felt increasingly weird. At this moment, Mirania was like a reward for the battle between the wolves, Grecan, and the beast. Realizing that, Mirania¡¯s face rotted. ¡°It¡¯s rude.¡± While Mirania couldn¡¯t contain the absurdity, Grecan, who was fully prepared, jumped forward at the same time as the big wolf moved. He also did not forget to leave a word to Mirania. ¡°Run!¡± ¡°Oh my!¡± Mirania thought she might have been impressed if she had been a werewolf woman, and Mirania snapped her fingers as she tried to push the naughty word out of her head. Snap~ ¡°Oh!¡± A tree appeared in front of a wolf who was trying to rush in from different directions. The startled wolf managed to pull himself aside from the tree. The tree belonging to the broad-leaved tree was a grateful tree that spread wide leaves and became the shade of the fire of small friends in the mountain, but its habitat was quite far from here. However, Mirania summoned the roots of the tree to this place with delicate magic. The broad-leaved tree, excited by the refreshing magic of the Great Witch, fluttered its broad leaves toward the wolf. Stretch~ Snap, snap! Starting with that, all the surrounding trees moved and blocked the wolf¡¯s front. The wolves, who were suddenly blocked by a shield made of living wood, barked in embarrassment. ¡°Awoo!¡± There was even an unfortunate howling that contained the regret of missing the prey in front of their eyes. There were signs of pacing, but none of the wolves succeeded in getting out. ¡°What?¡± Grecan, who apparently had his nose stuck in a tree, stood in front of several trees with a bewildered look on his face. He sniffed, but he smelled nothing because the wolves had already left. ¡°¡­¡± He glanced puzzled at Mirania, but she was already moving. ¡°Hurry up¡± Grecan rushed to Mirania¡¯s side. She came by and glanced down at Grecan, but she didn¡¯t say anything, and Mirania walked higher through the mountain. As night fell, the number of beasts appeared to increase. Not only wolves but also bears and wildcats often blocked their way. But no one could come close to even one of the collars of Mirania. Some predators even softened their intention to attack as soon as they met Mirania and rubbed Grecan¡¯s back and tail onto his legs. Grecan, who remained on alert, looked embarrassed when he saw a wildcat wandering around Mirania with an ecstatic expression. Finally, he realized that the existence of the forest was not a threat to Mirania. He relaxed and the gentle Grecan followed Mirania¡¯s footsteps. Mirania searched every corner of the cliff, but when no white flowers were found for an hour, she began to worry. ¡°It¡¯s annoying, If I don¡¯t get it this time, I have to wait another month.¡± White flowers had a habit of making it a main habitat in a place where there was a lot of moonlight. Moonlight does not always shine on the same place, so it does not have a fixed native place. So it was a pretty difficult plant to collect. Mirania¡¯s eyes were sharp as she looked around the cliff. Mirania¡¯s eyes, standing in one place and looking through the cliff, sparkled. ¡°I see it¡¯s over there.¡± The white flowers happened to bloom in the middle of the cliff. ¡°You spread it in a troublesome place.¡± It was difficult to even use a broom because it was in the middle of a sheer cliff opposite her. It was obvious that the broom would scratch her while climbing the cliff. Mirania considered ways to collect the white flowers safely. ¡°Growl.¡± Meanwhile, Grecan lies under the tree with his front paws together. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only A rough nose covered the fluffy bushes on the ground. Every time Mirania moved, his black eyes moved and followed. Chapter 33 His Breeding Obsession Chapter 33 Translated by Niks ? The sleeping prince¡­ There¡¯s no need to protect Mirania from dangerous beasts, and with nothing to do, Grecan opened his mouth wide and yawned. It was that moment. In Grecan¡¯s eyes, moistened with a yawn, he could see Mirania falling down the cliff. ¡®Mirania!¡¯ Grecan jumped out without a second thought. Mirania, who decided to use magic instead of a broom, took a small step in the air. Human wizards chant spells and use flying magic, but Mirania didn¡¯t have to cast them. Mirania, who was slowly stepping down the air, gasped at the sudden pain. A terrible pain came from her head. ¡°Ouch!¡± Mirania shouted. It felt almost as if the whole skin of my head was being torn off. Tears welled up in Mirania¡¯s eyes, not used to pain. It hurt so much that the magic was broken that my body suddenly collapsed. Then, her weight applied to the pain intensified as if tearing her head. ¡°What is it?¡± She groaned and looked up angrily. Grecan, who had turned into his human form when he ran, was plucking Mirania¡¯s hair. As soon as she saw Grecan, Mirania gasped. ¡®Is this kid crazy?¡¯ Although Grecan had not yet reached adulthood, Mirania, who had thought that Grecan had already gone crazy, was in a mess due to the excruciating pain from her scalp. With a reddened face, Grecan told Mirania, as he pulled her up harder. ¡°Mi¡ªrania, ugh, come on up!¡± Mirania, who can¡¯t find the words to say, glanced at him, and he found the Grecan was trying to pull her up. Mirania¡¯s expression, which she thought Grecan attacked her unexpectedly, became strange. ¡°What are you doing? Come on up here!¡± Grecan cried nervously. Pulling up Mirania. Upon grasping the situation, Mirania regained her broken concentration and diverted her magical powers. When her body lightly floated in the air, the pain she felt weakened. It was thanks to the flying magic, but Grecan¡¯s face brightened as Mirania¡¯s body was pulled more easily. Soon after, Grecan and Miriania had the same eye level. ¡°Mirania is light. You have to eat a lot.¡± Mirania was speechless when she saw Grecan talking seriously. ¡®I don¡¯t understand his mental world.¡¯ Still, her hair was held by Grecan, as he was still angry he frowned and scolded Mirania. ¡°That¡¯s why I said mountains are dangerous! If you fall, you¡¯ll die! Just like now!¡± ¡°¡­ ¡± ¡°Is Mirania an idiot?¡± Seeing Grecan looking at me pitifully with admonition made Mirania wonder how far this guy misunderstood her. ¡®Were you originally like this in the past?¡¯ I knew of his obsessive trait, but I didn¡¯t know he was crazy in this way. Meanwhile, Grecan, who was struggling to save Mirania who ¡®slipped down the cliff like an idiot,¡¯ tilted his head as if he had finally realized something strange. It was the arm that was firmly attached to support Mirania, but at some point it didn¡¯t feel strong. In a blink of an eye, the strength was completely drained from his hand. Still, Mirania was floating and looking at Grecan. Grecan stared at her puzzledly as she crossed her arms. Holding on to Mirania¡¯s hair, he blinked, then whispered to Mirania. Come and read on our website wuxia worldsite. Thanks ¡°Mirania?¡± Instead of putting her feet down on the ground, Mirania floated up, wrapping her arms around Grecan¡¯s waist. Mirania and Grecan floating in the air. Finally, Grecan realized his condition and blinked faster in disbelief. In Grecan¡¯s head, several facts that he should have realized earlier came to mind as sentences. ¡ªFirst, Mirania can use flying magic. ¡ªSecond, falling to the cliff wasn¡¯t a mistake. ¡ªThird, therefore, he was mistaken. Grecan, who rushed panting to watch Mirania disappear over the cliff, closed his mouth tightly. Silence fell¡­ Mirania only said a word. ¡°Troublemaker.¡± That¡¯s all I had to say. Grecan dropped his head and avoided eye contact. Mirania, who moved to the ground, lowered Grecan. It was only then that my hair was freed from Grecan¡¯s hands. Mirania, who clicked her tongue, gazed at Grecan, with doubtful eyes. Silver hair glistened between Grecan¡¯s fingers. It wasn¡¯t just a strand or two. When Grecan inadvertently shook off his sweaty hand, her hair fell. ¡®¡­!¡¯ Grecan¡¯s eyes widened, and Mirania¡¯s straight forehead turned to frown. As the atmosphere became bleak, Grecan hid his hands behind his back and glanced at Mirania. ¡°¡­¡± Mirania managed to contain her anger. Grecan didn¡¯t go crazy because of Alice as he used to, so she barely endured it. It was hard to say anything because he acted with good intentions. So I can only sweep up my messy hair. Her hands were also covered in a pile of hair that had been plucked from her scalp. Her hair was thin, so it seemed to have been pulled out more easily. Mirania was silent when she saw the tangled hair on her fingers. Grecan took a hint and made a mouthful apology. ¡°My mistake¡­¡± ¡°¡­Mistake?¡± Mirania asked. ¡°It¡¯s my mistake.¡± Grecan, who became docile, put words in his mouth that he had never uttered before without realizing it. ¡®Whew¡¯,, Mirania, who was trying to speak softly with a deep sigh, was still annoyed by her throbbing scalp. ¡°Don¡¯t act according to your instincts. Your head! I mean use your head.¡± With her noble figure, Mirania only gritted, and sighed, finding her composure. Grecan tried to look elsewhere. ¡°I¡¯m sorry.¡± Mirania gracefully flipped her hair back. Still, once I shot back, my mind became more calm like the sea where the waves passed by. ¡°¡­If you know you¡¯re wrong, you should stay still, Grecan. Did you understand?¡± At the tranquil surroundings, Grecan bit his lip. Unlike when he confessed his mistake, he seems to have expressed his defiance. For a moment, Mirania nods her head as she glares at him. After that, thanks to the docile Grecan, Mirania flew through the air and perfectly collected the white flowers down to the root. She originally planned to gather three more roots, but seemed to be content with just one. The blunt pain of my scalp broke her heart, that I had no desire left to gather more. And I used the broom when I came back. My cape fluttered through the strong wind. Grecan, who has a slight fear of heights, clung to Mirania¡¯s back as if he would never fall. Read latest Chapters at Wuxia World . Site Only A heavy weight was felt, but Mirania¡¯s expression was detached. Suddenly, Grecan was accustomed to the warmth and posture that he was attached to, and wasn¡¯t disturbed by the fact that it was unfamiliar to him. A broom carrying the two flew toward the witch¡¯s castle. Chapter 34 The room that has been a hot topic in the Witch¡¯s Castle these days was the room just downstairs from Mirania¡¯s bedroom. It was originally an empty room that was used as a warehouse, but now it was one of the topics that the people of the Witch Castle are paying the most attention to. Mirania opened the door. At the same time, the air in the cool room was felt, and the sound of ¡®giggling¡¯ stimulated her ears. Mirania hardened, not understanding the sound of laughter in this room. Thud¡ª The door slammed shut. ¡°Mirania!¡± Witches who were concentrating on something for a long time identified Mirania and got up in a flurry. As they stepped aside, she was able to see what had been hidden behind them. It was a black coffin on a thick stone table. The door was visible where it flew. ¡°What are you doing here?¡± Mirania ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t tell you to laugh and chat when I permitted you to enter this room. What did I say?¡± Mirania When she asked sternly, the tallest witch hesitated and replied, ¡°You told us to just check if there was anything suspicious.¡± ¡°But?¡± The witches stared at each other in a daze. The shortest and most delicate witch timidly retorted, ¡°I¡ª if we take our eyes off of him for a second, something might happen.¡± Mirania¡¯s eyebrows curled up. The harsh air made the witches¡¯ shoulders shrivel a little more. ¡°Does it mean that some trouble might happen when I¡¯m in the Castle?¡± Mirania ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I told you, you guys only need to take care of it when I can¡¯t.¡± As Mirania spoke expressionlessly, the witches lowered their heads sullenly. Mirania sighed because she was feeling upset and reprimanded them but didn¡¯t know why. ¡°I¡¯m not trying to scold you, but it¡¯s because it¡¯s not a good thing to get close to Leberianz.¡± The youngest of the witches asked with round eyes, ¡°However¡­ What makes the sleeping prince so dangerous?¡± Mirania paid more attention to the words she spoke than to the young witch¡¯s question, ¡°Sleeping prince?¡± ¡°Oh, that¡¯s just what we decided to call him.¡± The witch blushed and twisted her body. Mirania finally realized that the ¡®Sleeping Prince¡¯ was referring to Leberianz. Mirania, who linked the sweet name of ¡®Sleeping Prince¡¯ to Leberianz, who reached out to her heart with his red eyes twinkling, felt nauseous. Her voice came out hoarse. ¡°¡­Why?¡± ¡°Because we don¡¯t know his name. Le¡­ I think you said something.¡± ¡°Leberianz.¡± Mirania did not understand. Even if they don¡¯t know the name, why don¡¯t they just give him a good name? Beast¡­ Oh, there¡¯s also Grecan, so it¡¯s confusing, so they could call him a flying beast or they could call him a bat. Yellow hair, white face, etc. There are so many, but¡­ ¡°Why do you have to?¡± She had a lot to say, but cut it short, and the witch said shyly, ¡°Why not, Mirania? Because there¡¯s no proper nickname like Sleeping Prince.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Did humans write a lot of romantic fairy tales based on Sleeping, No, Leberianz?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella! Leberianz looks just like the Prince in most fairy tales.¡± The witch, who had not yet escaped from the first continent due to lack of mana, longed for the human world. She couldn¡¯t see Mirania¡¯s expression and whisper with dreamy eyes. ¡°Soft, sweet blond hair, blue eyes like the sea¡­!¡± Milania furrowed her brows, pointing out the truth, ¡°Blue sea, what happened to your eyes? Leberianz has red eyes.¡± ¡°Charming lips, flushed cheeks¡­¡± As if she couldn¡¯t hear Mirania, the witch quietly closed her eyes and whispered. ¡®It doesn¡¯t make sense, I don¡¯t understand any of her words.¡¯ Instead of dealing with a witch in her reverie, Mirania glanced at the coffin. When it was time for her to give him medicine, she could see his pale cheeks of Leberianz. Once again, she was worried about the witch¡¯s vision. ¡®Red cheeks¡­?¡¯ ¡®Where¡¯s the flushing red cheeks?¡¯ Mirania¡¯s expression became darkened. ¡®Should I call a doctor for the witch¡¯s eye health?¡¯ The witches who were keeping an eye on Mirania, as her expression became more subtle, hurriedly stopped the witch who was still equating Leberianz for a Prince. ¡°Hey, stop it, stop it.¡± ¡°Huh?¡± A witch floundering in her reverie opens her eyes, and it couldn¡¯t look so pathetic to Mirania. ¡°I should tell the witches to stop reading useless fairy tales. Wouldn¡¯t it be more helpful to have a magical structure written by human wizards?¡± Looking at Mirania with her wretched gaze, as Mirania gave advice, the rest of the witches smiled awkwardly. ¡°Because it¡¯s not fun. She¡¯s not like this, but she¡¯s excited about Leberianz.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the connection between Leberianz and that kid being excited?¡± At Mirania¡¯s inexplicable look, the witch smiled as if she couldn¡¯t help it. ¡°Yuri loves stories about princesses and princes. Not only Yuri but now Leberianz is the most popular in the Witch Castle!¡± ¡°?¡± ¡°To put it simply, Yuri is in love with Leberianz.¡± ¡°What?!¡± Unlike the embarrassed witch, Mirania¡¯s eyes gleamed fiercely. Love was not inspired by the romantic world. What she noticed was a trait of the bats closely related to the word ¡®love¡¯. Leberianz was good at seducing like a bat. No, it¡¯s nonsense to say that he¡¯s good at it. Because many women were naturally seduced by him. As Scarlett told Balkan, seduction was a daily routine for the bats. Their beautiful appearance and sweet body also contributed to that. ¡®In a way, it can be seen that it is similar to Malandor.¡¯ If those possessed by Malandor offered themselves to become his slaves, the women possessed by Leberianz wanted to enter Leberianz¡¯s bed. They called it love. The state of being able to do anything for the one you fell in love with, that was love. ¡®Love, I almost made a mistake!¡¯ Mirania flicked her finger. At the same time, the women who glanced at Leberianz were swept away by the sudden wind and thrown out of the room. ¡°Oh, oh? Mirania! What are you¡­?!¡± The door slammed before her words were finished. Mirania stroked her chin seriously. ¡°I didn¡¯t think of this.¡± The words of the witches sparked the spirit of Mirania, who had entrusted them to watch over the Leberianz. ¡°There¡¯s no one more suitable to be a spy than a person in love.¡± From now on, we should minimize contact between Leberianz and witches. Mirania, determined, approached Leberianz. I wonder if he¡¯s bigger than when he first came. Mirania, looking at Leberianz, felt that the coffin was a little small. ¡°I¡¯ll have to weave his coffin again.¡± It seemed as if his legs became longer than the coffin. Mirania, who worked hard for the comfortable environment of the Leberianz, concentrated on what she had to do soon. Through magic, two drops of blood were drawn from her wrist, and as usual, the drops of blood slid into his lips. Mirania was moving somewhat impatiently, unlike usual. In the first place, there was a reason why she couldn¡¯t directly monitor Leberianz and left it to the witches. ¡°I have to get out before Grekan chases after me. He¡¯s getting more and more ferocious.¡± It¡¯s clear that Grecan hates Leberianz. I could tell just by dreaming of a complete crime, throwing him into the lake without anyone knowing. Originally, the Leberianz coffin occupied one side of Mirania¡¯s room. The reason he ended up in this room was because of Grecan, who regarded him like a thorn in his eyes. I found three scenes of Grecan¡¯s persistent harassment of the sleeping Leberianz. Chapter 35 [What are you doing, Grecan!] [Grr?] If you¡¯re so surprised and reprimanded, you hide your tail between your legs as if I already punished you. Eventually, Mirania decided to move to Leberianz. Yes, it was a room right downstairs where I could immediately respond if anything happened. ¡®Grecan might do something weird again if he knows where Leberianz is.¡¯ Mirania, who was dumbfounded by this, murmured unconsciously, ¡°As an adult and as a child, you¡¯re the same bastard.¡± Sigh¡ª Mirania, who was grumbling, lowered her gaze to the sound of Leberianz¡¯s strong breathing, Leberianz¡¯s lips, which absorbed blood, were reddish. His face, lurking in a decadent and sickly, was like a doll made by a craftsman over days and days. Mirania stared at his slender neck, with a few strands of blonde hanging down. People with sleeping sickness are weaker than normal people. Because the amount of time their sleep was inevitable, they didn¡¯t build muscle or stamina. ¡®Did he seduce the witches at this rate?¡¯ She looked down at Leberianz suspiciously. The gorgeous beauty that leaks out even though it¡¯s not fully grown. Like a bud that¡¯s still about to bloom. If it was true that witches were possessed even when he did not use his power, it was also not an ordinary ability. Thinking of her past life, Mirania smiled bitterly. ¡°He used to be more docile than Grecan.¡± If Grecan chased Mirania for her heart, Leberianz was the type who would try to trade something for her heart. Of course, negotiations always failed and soon turned into a fight. He was not the type without countermeasures like Grecan. ¡®I don¡¯t need two of the night of obedience.¡¯ Before I knew it, my thoughts grew longer. Mirania, who had an idea for Grecan, turned to leave the room. At that moment, an icy finger curled around Mirania¡¯s wrist. Mirania slowly lowered her gaze. She saw a finger holding her wrist. Mirania, raising an eyebrow, glanced back at him. ¡°Ha¡ª¡± I made eye contact with Leberianz, who blinked while yawning. Drowsiness and laughter were mixed in his elegant eyes like red amethyst. ¡°Are you leaving already?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°It¡¯s been a while since you came.¡± Mirania looked at him in astonishment as he spoke. ¡°Why did you come after such a long time?¡± His voice was hoarse, but still, it resonated with his soul. If his physical condition recovered, he seemed to be able to charm people with his voice alone. Seeing Mirania stiff in place, Leberianz smiled softly. At this moment, it was a smile that anyone who saw him would fall in love with. Mirania¡¯s heart also pounded, ¡®I¡¯m getting goosebumps.¡® Of course, the appreciation was a little different from the criminals. Mirania realized that Leberianz was observing her. His red eyes moved slightly. As if drowsiness is creeping in, a long burst of yawns comes out. ¡°I¡¯m still sleepy.¡± Looking at his languid face, Mirania thought about what to say in return. There was no apparent hostility or favor that Leberianz had towards her at this time. Mirania replied frankly, though this casual conversation was a little strange. ¡°I¡¯m not feeling well¡­¡± As I was about to say, ¡®Yes.¡¯ Bang! The door opened like it was about to break. Through the open door, Grecan, who had metamorphosed into a human, entered. In his hand with his knuckles thickened, he held a training ball. Gulp¡ª Mirania swallowed without realizing it. ¡®Why is it so hard to live peacefully?¡¯ Grecan with a murderous stare, moved his black eyes to glance at Mirania next to Leberianz, and Mirania¡¯s hand that Leberianz was holding. His eyes slowly distorted. The corners of his eyes lifted, and a ferocious breath escaped between his slightly opened lips. ¡°Growl¡­!¡± Mirania, who was about to say something, felt the strength in Leberianz¡¯s hand, holding her wrist, and bit her lip. At a glance, Leberianz looked extraordinary. His red eyes elongated vertically, and the corners of his brows rose like a ghost. An invisible spark erupted. ¡®Why are these children like this?¡¯ Staring alternately at the two foes demonstrating strong hostility to each other, Mirania had a strong foreboding that she was about to get into trouble. ¡°Let go of that hand, you filthy bat bastard.¡± ¡°This? Let go?¡± Leberianz waved Mirania¡¯s hand, which he was holding. The sound that leaked from Grecan grew even more ferocious. Leberianz muttered, fighting the sleepiness that trailed in his body, ¡°Who are you? I made it clear before. I¡¯m going to kill you¡­¡± Leberianz grabbed Mirania¡¯s wrist harder. Of course, Mirania did not move, only her wrists moved. But that alone seemed to have upset Grecan. Grecan, whose eyes turned over, rushed in. ¡°Your frail fists are nothing to me.¡± Laughing as if he had waited, Leberianz raised his opposite hand. The air swirled around Grecan¡¯s clenched fists. It was a phenomenon in which Leberianz¡¯s power, which affects things that he didn¡¯t touch, worked. ¡°Strange trick. It doesn¡¯t work for me.¡± Grecan clenched his fists back as his muscled arms swung hard to shake off the power of Leberianz. ? ¡¸I Will Obey You¡¹ Leberianz¡¯s red eyes shone coldly, preparing for Grecan¡¯s imminent strike. But his hand, which seemed to be directed at Leberianz, turned to Mirania just before it reached. Mirania, who was watching what these little guys are doing, was startled at the sudden traverse. Grecan wrapped his arms around Mirania¡¯s shoulder and pulled her closer. At the same time, he swung his legs at the back of Leberianz¡¯s head. The heel of his foot hit exactly the back of Leberianz¡¯s head. ¡°Gasp!¡± Leberianz¡¯s eyes were distorted as he took a breath. A shaky voice rang out from his blow. ¡°This, stinky, wolf cub¡­¡± Leberianz, who had been weakened by sleep sickness in the first place, could not stop the blow that contained Grecan¡¯s whole energy. It was because Grecan, who was naturally trained by running around, was still young, but his body was full of muscles in every corner. ¡°I¡¯m going to kill you¡­¡± As soon as Leberianz, who endured to collapse, ground his teeth, Grecan rotated his body and swung his legs again. Bang! After being hit in the back of his head for the second time, his eyes of Leberianz flashed backward. His hand, which was wrapped around Mirania¡¯s wrist, also loosened. A reddish handprint was left on Mirania¡¯s wrist. Having lost his consciousness, Leberianz hardened and passed over to his coffin. His appearance was no different from when he was asleep. ¡°¡­¡± Mirania was silent, not knowing how to describe this absurd situation. As her body suddenly became heavy and she turned her gaze, Grecan, who had jumped at her, was hanging with his legs wrapped around Mirania¡¯s waist. ¡®It¡¯s been a few days, and it looks heavier than before.¡¯ Grecan gently tugged at Mirania¡¯s robe, which was letting out Leberianz¡¯s scent. ¡°Mirania, it smells here¡­ A foul smell, oops¡­¡± He can¡¯t speak long sentences, but his vocabulary has improved. Grecan, who had just fired a vicious kick at the back of Leberianz¡¯s head, blinked his eyes innocently as if he had never done so when he made eye contact with Mirania. Mirania ignored Grecan¡¯s words and checked at Leberianz¡¯s neck, not knowing whether he just fainted or was asleep. ¡®Fortunately, there were no problems.¡¯ The sound of hitting was so loud that I thought his skin burst and had a wound, but it didn¡¯t seem so. Mirania sighed with relief. Grecan pulled Mirania¡¯s collar disapprovingly. ¡°We have to go.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Mirania. It smells.¡± ¡°All right, be quiet.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± ¡°Can¡¯t you go down a bit now?¡± ¡°¡­¡± I frowned at Grecan, who tilted his head as if he hadn¡¯t heard anything I said. ¡°Yes, it¡¯s done.¡± Grecan stared into the room while being hugged by Mirania, as she moved, giving up on scolding him. To be precise, Grecan looked at the coffin glancing at the sleeping Leberianz. His previously innocent eyes gleamed with some kind of madness. ¡°I guess back to that lake¡­¡± ¡°What did you say, Grecan?¡± ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± Chapter 36 A week later¡­ Chera came to Mirania, who was preparing the medicine according to the Emperor¡¯s request. ¡°Mirania.¡± Mirania raised her head while forming a round pill with kneaded medicine. That¡¯s weird¡­ Chera usually wouldn¡¯t disturb me when I¡¯m working. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± ¡°I think you should go see it.¡± ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°It¡¯s difficult to explain.¡± Chera scratched her chin, not knowing what to say. Mirania put down the medicine she was making and took off her gloves. ¡°Is it Grecan¡¯s doing again?¡± Chera always acted that way when it came to Grecan. And Mirania¡¯s prediction was right, Chera nodded stiffly and added, ¡°And also Leberianz.¡± ¡°What?¡± ¡°The sleeping bat boy has also woken up.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mirania was silent while summoning the broomstick. ¡°What did those two do this time?¡± Mirania asked, but she expected what the answer was going to be. ¡°They¡¯re fighting.¡± Unfortunately, her prediction was right. Mirania sighed and climbed on the broomstick immediately. ¡°Where?¡± ¡°The lake where Grecan dropped Leberianz.¡± As soon as she finished speaking, Mirania set off and flew riding the broomstick. Upon arriving at the lake, a raucous sound reached Mirania¡¯s ears. Bang! The situation revealed was spectacular. Grecan and Leberianz, who fell while punching each other, rise to the surface together and hit one another again. In terms of strength, Grecan had the upper hand, but since Leberianz could use psychokinesis, it was hard to determine who was superior in their fight. ¡°I swear, I¡¯ll kill you no matter what,¡± Leberianz said viciously. Grecan with his gaping mouth showing his sharp fangs menacingly retorted, ¡°A talkative bat. It¡¯s insignificant.¡± Leberianz, strangely more irritated by Grecan¡¯s brief words, did not delay any further. The way they ran toward each other was like a scene from a war novel. It was a battle between young individuals, but the atmosphere is tragic and seems won¡¯t end until someone dies. Just before the horrific crash, Mirania snapped her fingers. A transparent layer was formed between Grecan and Leberianz. Grecan and Leberianz, who both collided with the transparent layer created by Mirania, shouted at the same time, ¡°Argh!!¡± Showing their fangs fiercely. Bang! Grecan punched the transparent layer, then Leberianz also struck it at the same time. Just looking at it made Mirania¡¯s head throb. ¡°Grecan, stop it.¡± With one hand pressed against her temple, Mirania called Grecan. The night of obedience shone on Grecan¡¯s neck. While Grecan stopped reluctantly, Leberianz looked anxious to attack Grecan somehow through the transparent layer. Swoosh¡ª There was a whirlwind. Grecan, who felt the sharp threat on his skin, also looked petrified. It¡¯s not easy to ignore their constant argument. If left alone, World War II seemed to start again. His appearance resembled the early Grecan, who did not listen to words and were only focused on biting. Mirania was relieved that Leberianz was better than Grecan who at least politely pretended to be decent. Grecan crept up to Mirania¡¯s countenance and said, ¡°Mirania, that bat cub started it first.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mirania sighed as she looked at the sky thinking, is it going to end up like this every time? ¡®Does Malandor have another night of obedience?¡¯ ? Malandor remained the same while Mirania, who was almost suffocated by his hug, summoned the birch staff. Ahhh¡­ Facing the ferocity of Mirania¡¯s vicious staff, Malandor smiled seductively, then suddenly pulled back his arms hugging her. ¡°Are you crazy?¡± Mirania, who missed the cane, tilted her head at the strange feeling. It wasn¡¯t just that I was angry because he stole the wand, but because he looked innocent but is actually crazy. Malandor blinked, ¡°What?¡± It was then¡­ Swoosh! The staff that was thrown returned at a rapid pace. Bang! As soon as he turned around feeling the strange sign, Malandor was hit in the head, and stars of various colors flew before his eyes. It hurt so much that Malandor couldn¡¯t even moan. Rubbing the spot with the palm of his hand, his eyes turned teary like an abandoned puppy. ¡°You¡¯re so mean, Mirania.¡± ¡°Who¡¯s being mean right now? In my lifetime, I never thought there would be a madman who would touch my staff.¡± When Mirania clicked her tongue, Malandor grinned rubbing his forehead. ¡°I can hug Mirania, but get hit on the head in exchange.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Malandor¡¯s smile, feeling ominous about Mirania¡¯s silence, turned dark. ¡°Isn¡¯t this all there is to it?¡± The Great Witch¡¯s wand has a certain curse when someone other than the owner touches it, but she spared those words. ¡°That¡¯s not the point. I have something to say, so let¡¯s go inside and talk.¡± Malandor looked around. The dead were creeping up from the ground covered with dark soil. If it¡¯s the culprit, it was the energy of the dead with a hardened body just by being exposed to the sun and he felt goosebumps for unknown reasons. ¡°That¡¯s right. This is not the right place to talk,¡± said Malandor as he grabbed Mirania¡¯s hand. Knowing that Malandor was trying to move through space, Mirania didn¡¯t pull her hand out this time. Soon they moved into a mansion with antique interiors. Malandor sat opposite her on a fluffy sofa. His eyes glistened with interest. ¡°What do you have to tell me? That such a busy Great Witch came to see me in a row?¡± Mirania was at a loss for words. ¡®I haven¡¯t seen his face for hundreds of years since Malandor touched my little witch, so it was unusual to meet again in such a short time.¡¯ Mirania immediately came straight to the point of her untimely visit saying, ¡°I need the night of obedience.¡± ¡°¡­The night of obedience?¡± Malandor¡¯s eyes widened a little as if hearing unexpected words. ¡°You took one last time.¡± ¡°I need one more.¡± Malandor slowly crossed his arms as he stared at Mirania. As he peered into her eyes, Mirania raised an eyebrow asking the meaning of Malandor gaze. Malandor shrugged and said, ¡°What creature are you raising, Mirania?¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°You seem to be doing something suspicious,¡± Malandor added. ¡®Tsk,¡¯ Mirania trying to manage her facial expression then answered, ¡°There¡¯s no such thing.¡± ¡°It¡¯s been hundreds of years since I¡¯ve seen you, but I¡¯ve never seen you acting so strange like this,¡± Malandor responded. ¡°I don¡¯t want to drive away any kind of witch,¡± Mirania reason. ¡°You also¡­¡± Malandor mumbled in a shrill voice, then grinned again like a lie and continued, ¡°Don¡¯t you know it¡¯s weird that you came to me to ask for a personal favor in the first place?¡± Malandor¡¯s meaningful words pierced Mirania¡¯s chest, ¡°In this place full of the smell of the corpses everywhere you go. It¡¯s not good for your body either.¡± ¡°¡­¡± Mirania tried to find words to say to Malandor, ¡°I didn¡¯t come here to warn you about touching the witches.¡± Malandor nodded saying, ¡°I didn¡¯t do anything special.¡± He shook his head and added, ¡°It¡¯s amazing that I can see you so often, and so easily like this.¡± Malandor seemed to have no doubt, an eccentric habit of seeing the end of a thing once it hooked his interest, and thus his obsession with Mirania¡¯s secret circumstances. ¡®It¡¯s difficult.¡¯ Mirania hoped that Grecan, Leberianz, and her relationship with them would not be known to others. It¡¯s because I¡¯m still not sure how the new variables will affect this world, which I was trying to somehow lead to the original flow according to its system. ¡°What if I don¡¯t tell you?¡± Mirania asked. ¡°I¡¯ll take it as a sign that you don¡¯t need my help that much,¡± said Malandor. It means that he won¡¯t listen to my request. This time, he looked determined as if even if I trade my blood like last time, it won¡¯t work anymore. Mirania shook her head, then nodded, thinking maybe she could talk about this much and tell Malandor her situation. ¡°Your guess is correct.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I¡¯m raising a rather dangerous beast right now.¡± That¡¯s all there is, I don¡¯t have to talk about the protagonists of this world. Malandor won¡¯t believe it anyway, and if Malandor takes an interest in the troublemakers of the Witch Castle, it would only add to my problem. Mirania had no desire to add Malandor to the situation where Grecan and Leberianz were already a headache. ¡®That would be a disaster.¡¯ Malandor stroked his chin intrigued by Mirania¡¯s private affairs. ¡°If it¡¯s a dangerous beast, the forest watchman? Or Chaldea?¡± No, it¡¯s a wolf and a bat¡­ ¡°Neither. Should I even have to tell you something like that?¡± Malandor¡¯s eyes darkened when Mirania denied sharper than a slash. ¡°Great. I¡¯ll lend you another night of obedience. Anyway, it¡¯s not that difficult to create right away after borrowing one.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°It just happened to be completed yesterday.¡± Malandor got up and returned to his seat in search of the small box. He placed the box on the table and opened the lid to reveal the black necklace called the night of obedience. At first glance, it looks like an accessory made by humans, but it is actually a night of obedience, which is a leash. As Milania reached out to it, Malandor sighed and pulled the box in front of him. ¡®What?¡¯ Mirania glared at Malandor. ¡°Oh, not yet. I¡¯m not done talking.¡± ¡°What else is there?¡± Mirania asked. ¡°It¡¯s also a night of obedience, but there are restrictions. In a way, the quality is inferior to the last one. To direct command and force something to carry your order, you need Grandecalinium, which affects brain waves, because it¡¯s a rare mineral from another world it¡¯s hard to find. I didn¡¯t have enough, so I replaced it with a lower grade, and I needed a way to banish the will of the bearer. That¡¯s the constraint.¡± Mirania hardly understood Malandor¡¯s blatant remarks. Roughly speaking, this night of obedience was inferior to the previous night of obedience that I borrowed, so I understood it to be flawed. ¡°What are those restrictions?¡± (Mirania?) ¡°You have to hear the language of the contract from the target.¡± ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± (Mirania) ¡°I will obey you.¡± Mirania thought of the bright child¡¯s face, with his dull red eyes. Chapter 37 [Why are you so late?] Do I need to listen to that insidious little bat? One thing that Leberianz clearly differed from Grecan was his arrogance caused by his birth. It was no exaggeration to say that Leberianz, who was born as the master of the arrogant bat clan, spreads misfortune from head to toe. And he wants me to make him a slave or something? As Mirania¡¯s face contorted, Malandor looked troubled. ¡°I can¡¯t help it. This is the only night of obedience.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I thought it was a dangerous beast. It¡¯s not necessary for an animal who can¡¯t talk.¡± Mirania stopped Malandor from trying to close the lid and asked, ¡°Can¡¯t you make a new one?¡± ¡°I¡¯m glad I was able to make this. I told you, it¡¯s a very rare ingredient. I can¡¯t get any more for myself right now.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°I can make it if you want me to make a new one, but it¡¯s hard to promise that time.¡± Mirania agonized, but there was no other way, ¡°I¡¯ll borrow it.¡± ¡°Hmm, can a beast talk?¡± Malandor squinted. ¡°It¡¯s only dangerous because it socializes less, but it can speak.¡± At that time, wolves and bats that growled at each other became less socialized and became dangerous beasts. Mirania tried to take the night of obedience from Malandor, but Malandor only grinned and Mirania only clicked her tongue. ¡°Can¡¯t you give it to me easily?¡± ¡°Then tell me what you want.¡± Malandor laughed loudly at Mirania¡¯s blunt words. ¡°It¡¯s good to talk about it, don¡¯t you think?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t I give you three bottles of blood?¡± ¡°No.¡± Mirania frowned and added, ¡°Then four bottles?¡± ¡°That¡¯s enough blood.¡± ¡°Then what do you need?¡± Malandor grinned, ¡°Four hours.¡± Mirania squinted at him flirting and said coldly, ¡°Don¡¯t be nervous. How long will I be deceived by your vague words?¡± Mirania¡¯s golden eyes were full of doubts. ¡°You¡¯re so mean, Mirania. Don¡¯t you trust me that much?¡± When Malandor slowly acted as if he had been hurt, Mirania responded mercilessly, ¡°I¡¯d rather trust the king of men than trust you.¡± ¡°¡­That¡¯s too much.¡± The previous kings of the human continent were those who could do anything for their self-interest. Malandor clicked his tongue and looked down sadly and said, ¡°It wasn¡¯t like this before.¡± ¡°I realized a lot when I was beaten and backstabbed by a vicious swindler.¡± (Mirania) Before meeting Malandor, Mirania was docile and naive, though not interested in worldly affairs. After she fell victim to Malandor¡¯s scams and lies, she became a great witch, united with suspicions. The fact that Malandor¡¯s mansion was built on the border of the Witch Forest in the first place was thanks to the hard work of Malandor¡¯s swift tongue. ¡°Someone had to be there to stop intruders from the dark world, but it didn¡¯t have to be you.¡± (Mirania) ¡°There is no one more suitable than me.¡± (Malandor) As Malandor¡¯s eyes widened and shook his head, Mirania also refuted, ¡°Anyway, speak clearly. I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re asking for time. What are you trying to do?¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so suspicious. It¡¯s not a magical thing. Mirania, you just have to sit here. Just ten minutes.¡± Mirania remained suspicious of the outlandish request that was different from what she had thought. ¡°Leave yourself to me for ten minutes.¡± (Malandor) As Malandor tilted his head, red hair flowed over his dark skin. Smiling sweetly, Mirania bluntly said, ¡°Promise me you won¡¯t harm me.¡± Malandor giggled as he looked into Mirania¡¯s golden eyes, which were questioning with suspicions. His lips, which stopped laughing, had a calm smile. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I don¡¯t mean any harm. I just want to kiss you,¡± said Malandor as he came close to Mirania¡¯s face. ¡°Let¡¯s start 10 minutes from now on.¡± Malandor¡¯s kiss was as light and soft as a feather. Mirania glanced up at him biting her lip, her head pounding as she felt her vision blur. ¡°You really like this kind of thing.¡± ¡°Me?¡± As Mirania muttered, Malandor bit her lips gently, kissing Mirania¡¯s red lips softly. Mirania replied in a casual tone contrasting to the voice surrounding her seductively. ¡°Whenever I see you, you¡¯re always kissing someone.¡± ¡°¡­Me?¡± Mirania¡¯s eyelids trembled slightly, embarrassed by Malandor biting her neck. Malandor clicked his tongue, placing his hand over hers, as she tried to open her eyes. ¡°It¡¯s not over yet. Don¡¯t ruin the mood.¡±(Malandor) ¡°What mood?¡± (Mirania) ¡®Does this strange atmosphere really mean nothing to her?¡¯ Malandor thought inwardly. Malandor muttered, disheartened by her puzzling tone, ¡°I¡¯ll never imagine you dating someone in my whole life.¡± Contrary to the content of his grumbling, Malandor smiled softly, licking her lips above his. ¡°So that¡¯s even better.¡± Just as Mirania was about to say something, Malandor closed her mouth with his lips. Mirania quietly accepted his kiss, counting the time inwardly. Mirania, who was calm throughout their kiss, couldn¡¯t understand Malandor, who stuck to her like sticky honey. ¡®What do you like about this kind of thing?¡¯ Mirania thought. This thing is more like rubbing the flesh wet with saliva. Mirania, who even thought that the baby serpent seemed to be tangled in Malandor¡¯s movement, felt bored and counted ten minutes steadily. At that moment, Malandor lightly sucked her tongue. Mirania frowned. Her fingers twitched lightly. Malandor¡¯s eyes widened with anticipation, his red eyes sparkled, then he asked, ¡°Do you like it?¡± His face looked like an innocent boy his age when he asked and Malandor stuck and suck Mirania¡¯s lips again. His relentless biting, sucking, and licking movements made Mirania perplexed. 9 minutes 56 seconds, 57 seconds, 58 seconds, 59 seconds, 10 minutes¡­ As Mirania, who counted the time diligently, pushed Malandor away, Malandor groaned disappointedly. And at the same time, he hit Mirania on her neck in a protective movement. As his hand touched her slender white neck, their gaze briefly met. ¡°¡­¡± This time, Malandor felt embarrassed by Mirania¡¯s calm gaze as if she knew it would happen. As soon as Malandor touched Mirania¡¯s neck, his hand bounced like a light. ¡°Ugh!¡± Malandor pulled away from Mirania, grabbing his hand that had been thrown in the air. Looking at him, with his round eyes that seemed really embarrassed, Mirania swept back her long silver hair. ¡°Something like that happened last time, did you think I wouldn¡¯t be prepared for anything?¡± (Mirania) Malandor burst into laughter as he held his hand which had turned red due to Mirania¡¯s strong power. Mirania squinted at him and raised her gaze sharply, ¡°Tell me, what are you doing after you knocked me out, Malandor?¡± As she grew sharp, Malandor raised his hands and couldn¡¯t help it. ¡°I swear, I didn¡¯t mean to hurt you Mirania.¡± ¡°Tell me what you did during the week the last time I visited,¡± asked Mirania. ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Did anything change?¡± Mirania was silent for a moment, looking at Malandor, who seemed to have expectations of something. ¡°After you took my blood, the effect of my blood has improved. I thought it was a coincidence, but now that I think about it, you¡¯re the only suspicious I could think of.¡± Mirania urged Malandor, who was lost in silence in thought, ¡°Malandor?¡± The corner of Malandor¡¯s lips raised with his eyes curved to a crescent shape and said, ¡°Actually, there¡¯s something I really want from you. There¡¯s something I¡¯m working on. Kissing you is part of my research. I need to know which one works better.¡± After a while, Malandor brought a red cup. Mirania frowned. At first glance, it looked like a red cup, but it was a cup full of red liquid. ¡°This is my real request.¡± (Malandor) Mirania glanced at Malandor while staring at the red drink he had served. ¡°This?¡± ¡°Drink it.¡± Malandor smiled softly. It was a smile that felt sweet along with his red hair. ¡°What is this?¡± ¡°A healthy drink.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Don¡¯t be so suspicious, Mirania. There¡¯s no way I¡¯m gonna do anything to hurt you.¡± Mirania snorted as she took the cup, ¡°I wonder if you should have done that before you plunged me into a sea of ??unquenchable flames.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°Say whatever you believe.¡± With a decisive blow, Malandor looked desolate as a man who had been struck by accident. Although he¡¯s barely tied to the name of a friend, it¡¯s not always good things that have happened over the past few hundred years. Malandor, whose smile turned awkward like a mask, swore, ¡°What if you still remember what happened more than 400 years ago?¡± How am I supposed to forget that? Milania, who glanced at Malandor with a smirk, brought the cup to her nose and sniffed it. ¡®Hmm?¡¯ Raising her eyebrows and staring back at Malandor, Malandor¡¯s bright red eyes twinkled. Maybe he doesn¡¯t know that his overly twinkling eyes are more suspicious as if trying to show that he doesn¡¯t have any ill will. Mirania kept her eyes on him and put her lips on the cup. Sip¡ª Malandor¡¯s eyes darkened as MIrania took one sip.