CHAPTER 12

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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.

Thudㅡ!

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 Mirania 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.

“Grrrㅡ!”

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.

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