His Breeding Obsession

Mirania wordlessly lowered her gaze and stared at the Empress.

 

Her expressionless face was as cold as a thin layer of ice, and there was a certain arrogance to it that gave away her true feelings.

 

The Empress looked into Mirania’s golden eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts, and when her impassive expression did not change, she spoke in a calm voice.

 “Do you remember what I asked you before, not to let her live? I swear to you, you can keep her alive.” 

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and even in the frail body of an untrained woman, the Empress exuded the flesh of a well-honed sword.

 “I was wrong to leave her in the hands of others. I must be sure of everything. So do what you’ve been doing, heal her, and try to save her.” “…” “Because if I can’t do it myself, then the imperial army, ordered by the Crown Prince, and the mages under his command, will try to kill her.” 

Without further ado, Mirania extended her hand. The summoned broom clung to her palm as if it were in place.

 “You must not think of me as a mere mortal.” 

Before leaving, she looked back. Her eyes locked with the expressionless Empress. Eyes crushed with the pain of love.

 

Long nights spent alone, reeling from betrayal, wondering what she had done wrong, wanting to hang herself, then rage, and finally hatred.

 

‘Reminds me of him.’

 

Mirania thought back to the story of the young witch who had been played with by Malandor and had finally given up.

 

She could see the silent Empress cowering beneath the silver moon.

 

The Empress’s gaze fell on Milania, and she could see the reason for her compassion.

 

Mirania’s gaze lingered on the Empress.

 

The Empress’s lips twitched as if she were smiling. Her eyes, on the other hand, were damp and cold without joy.

 

Like a broken lake…

 

Unlike when she had felt some sadness and anger at seeing the young witch suffer for Malandor’s sake, now she was deeply unmoved.

 

It was impossible to compare an unrelated human to a witch who was her clan in the first place.

 

Mirania had never pitied the Empress.

 

‘It’s not the first time I’ve seen the foolish love of beings rush to destruction.’

 

Only this time, the obsessive love was interfering with her work, and it bothered her a little more.

 

Turning her gaze to the sky, Mirania climbed onto her broom.

 

Grecan rode behind her, his warm body pressed against her cold back.

 

Once she was sure he was steady, Mirania started to fly straight up, then stopped.

 

Glancing back, the Empress blinked in surprise.

 

Hesitantly, Mirania pursed her lips. A low voice with a distinctive pitch escaped her dry lips.

 “If you don’t recognize the blindfold that blinds you, you’ll be no better than a racehorse running blindfolded.” “Are you saying I’m running blind to my goal?” “Do you even have a goal? In my eyes, you’re no better than a racehorse.” “…” “Foolish. Look at her. Alice is not the object of your hatred.” 

Mirania turned her head away from the Empress, whose expression was changing oddly.

 

Neither sympathy nor pity.

 

Still, she shouldn’t have to suffer for a betrayal that never happened.

 

‘I do not know love, but I do know that it can sometimes be worse than poison.’ 

 

It happened in the past.

 

A young and innocent witch traveled to two continents and fell in love with a nobleman there.

 

The young witch returned to the witch castle in dismay after they were separated by a class distinction that was beyond her understanding.

 

No matter how much she coddled and comforted him, she could not ease his pain.

 

Eventually, remembering the agony that had brought her to the brink of death, Mirania, bitter, took to the blue sky without delay.

 

As if waiting in the distance, Chera’s yellow canary flew toward her, emitting a clear, sweet cry.

 

The yellow bird whispered urgently about Alice’s whereabouts, and Mirania nodded quickly in response.

 “Tell Chera that I will be back soon.” 

The bird’s eyes widened, but it responded by flapping its wings wildly.

 

Unable to care anymore, Mirania flies off toward the chase.

 “…” 

The Empress, now alone, stared blankly at the window through which Mirania had escaped, her face pensive.

 

For a moment.

 Thud, thud, thud! 

The maid who had served her for so long rushed in, interrupting her thoughts.

 “Empress!” 

The Empress frowned, hating to be ridiculed, but her complexion changed, and she jumped to her feet as the maid spoke in a trembling voice.

 “His Majesty the Emperor has fallen!” “What?” “His Majesty the Emperor… His Majesty!” 

The Empress staggered and clutched the cushions of her chair.

 

The maidservant helped her up, but the empress, pale as she was, shook off the maid’s touch and ran out the door.

 Tap, tap, tap, tap— 

Loathing and hatred. Sorrow and love.

 

The conflicting emotions slowed, sped up, and then slowed again, and continued frantically for a while.

 

By now, Malandor was getting pretty tired.

 “Damn it, if I knew this was coming, I would have gone to the Netherworld yesterday.” 

Invigorated, Malandor bit his tongue and opened a portal.

 

Unlike the path from the Inner Realm to the Dark World. 

 

Travelling by tearing through the space of the Inner Realm was quite a drain on his mind and magic power for someone who didn’t belong to the Human Continent to attempt.

 

He was a unique being in the Dark Realm, but not in the Human Continent.

 

The Human Continent also had a ruler. He did not mean the Emperor.

 

The intervention of the transcendent ruling the human continent was preventing Malandor from moving.

 

His fingers tore through the thicker air, and his expression grew weary.

 

‘It’s like walking underwater.’

 

But he couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down.

 

‘I’m sure nothing’s happened, but I’m still uneasy, so I should go. Mirania, are you all right?’ 

 

It wasn’t until Leverianz was free, waiting for her, that he realized something was wrong, a question he’d asked Landes out of boredom.

 [I wonder if it would be any different if I had your tower master. It’s a shame, but what are you doing in the palace?]

 

It was a casual question, but the response was significant.

 

Landes, who felt he had to get away from them somehow and let them know what was going on, provided a very important contextual clue.

 [For the safety of the empire.]

 

Landes was so obsessed with the idea of getting them out of there that he said, with a bit of exaggeration.

 [The safety of the Empire?]

 [The Emperor has sensed that a dangerous presence has entered from the Great Continent, so he has gone to the Imperial Palace to discuss it.]

 

The words drew Malandor’s gaze from where he lay in boredom to him.

 [I’ll be honest with you, you’re making a mistake, you think the Tower Lord is unaware of your presence, especially after kidnapping me, I clearly told you that I am the second in command of the Tower.]

 

Landes’s eyes widened.

 

Rationalizing that it wasn’t wrong to say that he was the second in command among the ranks of the people, even though it was actually Artenon, Landes rolled his eyes.

 [The Tower Lord has probably already sent reinforcements to rescue me, you’ll have to let me go before it’s too late… Are you listening to me now?]

 [Shut up, I’m trying to think].

 

Landes’s words were a mixture of speculation on his part, but absurdly enough, his conjecture was quite convincing to Malandor and Leverianz.

 

Their doubts were confirmed by a yellow canary, a familiar of Chera.

 

The canary had stopped by them before heading to the mainland, and while he couldn’t interpret the chirping, he realized that something had happened to Mirania.

 [Mirania is in trouble.]

 

Leverianz flapped his wings in its direction and soared into the air, opening a gap in Malandor’s defense.

 

The guardian of two continents. It defends and organizes all that defines humanity.

 

An accomplished sword master. Mages training to become arch mages. And the vast armies that move in unison under them.

 

If the humans viewed the Mirania as a threat, they could be moved, and if so, I’m reluctant to dismiss them as mere mortals.

 

‘Mirania.’

 

Malandor had faith.

 

That no matter how great their power, they would be no match for Mirania.

 

There’s an intercontinental pact, and no human army would ever directly harm Mirania.

 

‘The only thing that worries me is that I don’t know when to expect her death, otherwise, I wouldn’t worry.’ 

 

Mirania’s current condition is similar to that of an ancient temple of the gods, weathered by years of exposure to the air. One storm and it might collapse.

 

His movements quickened, his senses sharpened.

 

Crack, crack, crack- 

 

The souls and bones of the dead response to his spirit. Malandor commanded every slave within his power.

 

‘Find Mirania.’

 

The news came quickly.

 

The Razhl Plain, bordered by forest.

 

Beneath the vast expanse of grass, the slaves, feeling the earth-shaking tremors, sang Malandor with joy.