This time, Mirania, who had not been able to avoid Grecan, closed her eyes tightly to the pain that she felt.
She didnât 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.
Chera, who had been watching, hurriedly took her owl and disappeared, fearing that sparks might hit them.
Grecan stared at her while biting Miraniaâs hand.
His ferocious expression gradually faded away and softened, and he glanced at Mirania.
Mirania floated the ball with magic. Grecanâs eyes followed the ball.
The ball that was floating high in the sky disappeared in an instant.
It was so fast that the eyes couldnât keep up and it just seemed to disappear.
Grecanâs fur shivered as if he had an ominous foreboding.
ââŚPick it up.â (Mirania)
Miraniaâs golden eyes shone as she said the command.
Grecanâs 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. Itâs still flying and Grecan didnât 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.
In response to the gloomy protest, Mirania did not say anything else.
Mirania ordered without mercy. Grecanâs face crumpled.
Grecan may have to wander all day to find the ball in that vast witchâs forest.
He glanced at Mitania as if begging, trying to stop his body moving little by little by the night of obedience.
The night of obedience shoned to the series of orders thrown at Grecan.
Eventually, an angry scream erupted from Grecanâs snout, who started running against his will.
âYou wonât be able to rest or eat until you find the ball.â (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.
Did you know that some bat girls made fun of our wolves?
I couldnât stand it anymore. Iâll figure out a way to shut those arrogant bats from talking.ă
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.
Mirania, itâs been repeated several times that the wolves kept leaving rotten meat on our territory. The rotten smell stinks.
â˘â˘â˘(Negligence)â˘â˘â˘
Therefore, our clan wasnât the only one who was annoyed. I couldnât stand it any longer.
I think we need an agreement to punish wolves for their arrogant behavior. I look forward to your reply.ă
This was a letter from Scarlett, the head of the Bat Clan.
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.
âWe need to set a date for the agreement.â
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.
âThe time should beâŚâ
Mirania stopped writing and pondered.
âIt would be better to bring the Leberians before the agreement.â
Around this time Leberians should have remembered the state of things. According to my memory, perhapsâŚ
ââŚit would be in the coffin.â
Mirania again continued to write using the quill pen.
âThe time, about a month later.â
At the end, she folded the letter and put a nice signature, âGreat Witch Miraniaâ. The wax was melted and sealed.
And then she called the bird to send the letter to each clan.
Bibi folded his wings by the window and sat down. He seemed to have come back from playing somewhere for a long time.
âBibi. Please deliver this letter to the wolves and the bats, respectively.â
Bibiâs 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.
I thought it was familiar, but apparently, it was Grecanâs training ball.
âWhy do you have this?â
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.
Mirania heard an angry roar up her window.
Bibi proudly placed the ball in Miraniaâs 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.
Bibi was happy with what she did.
âOh, donât be so mean.â
Grecan was still a small cub right now, but Mirania knew she wouldnât be able to handle him later.
Bibi, who doesnât know anything, seems to be having fun with Grecanâs hardship.
Mirania, who tied the letter to Bibiâs legs, paused.
ââŚYeah, Iâll have to write another letter.â
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.
âLeberians, hmm.. heâs a little difficultâŚâ
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.
âIf I could solve the problem safely, I would be doomed in 20 or 30 years at the most.â(Mirania)
I didnât want to spend my last years fighting a war.
âBesides, it shouldnât be the same flow as it was in my previous life during the war.â
If you donât mind it, you might be able to tear your heart out of Grekan and Leberians.
If you donât care, your heart may be torn off by Grecan and Leberianz.
âItâs a terrible idea.â
Mirania trembled and wrote quickly.
I have something to say. Itâs related to your grandson Leberiansâ sleeping sickness.Â
If you want to cure him, bring your grandson to my castle.ă
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.
âWould Scarlett bring him to me?â
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 wasnât hard to approach him.
But with Leberians, it was different. Iâve 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.
âAs long as he grows up safely.â
Theyâre not the bats who would steer clear of such a precious existence. It meant that Miraniaâs mid-to long-term plans would be disrupted.
Mirania fumbled through her memories.
When she met Leberians, Leberians was in his mid to late teens at the earliest.
Heâs probably still suffering from sleeping sickness, as heâs less than ten years old now.
âItâs a disease that could be cured with my blood.â
Of course, this wasnât something that could be cured in a short time.
Leberiansâ sleeping sickness was a chronic hereditary disease of the bats, and Leberiansâ case was rather special.
He had been suffering from sleep sickness for about 10 years.
âEven I, I donât know how much blood I have to give just to cure him.â
I have to shed precious blood for my enemy, that male bat.
Disappointed, Mirania grimaced while holding the letter.
ââŚAnyway, I shouldnât miss this opportunity.â
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.
âI must keep the three from meeting as much as possible.â
No, not yet. I still donât 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 Iâm still raising them, everything would be in vain.
ââŚThatâs terrible.â
Mirania, who had grown tired, hurriedly tied the letter to Bibiiâs leg.
Although itâs a waste to use her blood for an enemy.
âLetâs think of it as a leash.â
Itâs not a bad idea to keep a leash filled with grace.
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Bibi flew off the window, flapping her huge wings.
Grecan was returning with a ball in his mouth on the ground.