"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.
'I 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.