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 couldnât go against the law of life any more just because I was the great witchâ.
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.
ââŠMirania.â
Someone was calling my nameâŠ
After a very long sleep, Mirania woke up and opened her eyes. A second later, she was surprised and confused at the same time.
âAm I alive?â
I wiggled my fingers with a blank expression. Fingers that move according to my will.
I looked down at my body.
<b>A blanket that covers up to my chest. My face quickly hardened.</b>
Thin fingers that donât have any flesh.
The back of my hand was transparent enough to see the veins.
I couldnât even blink at this moment.
My body was much thinner than I remembered. My skinny body, which was as if it hadnât been taken care of for a long time.
Where am I?
âOh My God.â
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 someoneâs presence.
My neck was stiff. My cheek stings. With a cold sweat, I glanced sideways.
I became suspicious
âŠwho?
For a moment, I couldnât 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 didnât respond to my sudden movements.
It looks familiar somewhere.
âNo way!
A mature appearance than the afterimage left in my head with deep dark eyes like the abyss.
âHow could it be? Was it him? That man?â
A voice without confidence flowed out of my mouth.
âGrecan?â
<b>His response was dramatic.</b>
His nervous face brightened. A feeling of joy loomed over his face, which was deep enough to make me flinch.
âRight.â
And then thereâs a long silence.
Are you crying?
Soon, the man mumbled in a wet voice.
âFinally you woke up, at last it happened.â
Mirania looked suspiciously at Grecanâs big hand, which was covering one of my hands.
Grecan? Was he really Grecan?
This guy?â
A manâs big hand. On the back of his hand, there were rough scars everywhere that I didnât remember if it was there before.
There were scars that looked new, but there were also scars that had turned white and seemed like theyâre from a long time ago.
âAre you hungry?â
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.
âWhere am I?â
âMy house.â
Grecan simply replied.
âYour house? This was the territory of the wolvesâŠâ,
Smooth and clean blanket. A pattern embroidered with gold thread.
Mirania quickly came to a conclusion.
<b>âIâm sure itâs not. Whereâs Malandor? Leberians and Alliz. Right! Was Alliz okay? Iâm sure theyâve been healed after drinking my blood, but I still need to checkâŠâ</b>
âStop, please Mirania.â
Grecanâs eyebrows frowned. Mirania kept her mouth shut after.
Again. Itâs strange
Grecan sighed as if he was disappointed.
âYou donât have to worry about that.â
âWorry about that?
Miraniaâs expression became strange.
For some reason, the nerve cord felt tight.
His eyes drooped as if he was sad.
âDo you know how long Iâve been waiting?â
âI couldnât even imagine. How long Iâve been waiting for you to open your eyes.â
Grecanâs black eyes became damp. A man with sad eyes with a male scent.
In a word, it didnât 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 whoâs this man in front of me?
His energy was far superior to that of the former wolf leader.
A perfectly mature manâs attitude, and somehow dangerous atmosphere, made him look even more mature,
She was very unfamiliar with it.
âHow much time has passed?â
It didnât 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.
âIâm sorry, but I still need to hear it. Whatâs happened?â
Her golden eyes subsided calmly.
âWhat?â
Grecan, unaware of the seriousness in her words, asked back, gently stroking the back of her hand.
His touch was very caring. It wasnât Grecan, who jumped after the little witchâs kiss.
I was unfamiliar with Grecanâs behavior, as skillful as Leberians, so I replied one step later, removing my hand from him.
âHow could I be alive when I should have died? In such a weakened state like this?â,
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
âYes, it almost disappeared. I really thought, Mirania was dead.â,
âIt was strange that I wasnât dead.â
She examined his face gently.
A darker and more brutal impression than the Grecan I remember.
Youâve changed, youâve changed completely.â
Suddenly, the tension in her gaze was already gone. Grecan said with a keen face, as if he did not know her reaction.
âOn the other hand, I thought that Mirania couldnât die like this. Iâm glad you didnât die then.â,
âI did well, didnât I? Why donât you praise me?â
Grecan raised Miraniaâs hand and rubbed her hand to his hair.
Unlike before, each and every one of Grecanâs actions was annoying, but before that, she focused on understanding the current situation according to Grecanâs words.
âI survived and didnât die? How?â
Miraniaâs head was full of confusion and different thoughts came to mind.
The long sigh went down.
âRed flower⊠Was it because of that?â
âItâs unbelievable. Itâs actually possible to save the dead.â,
Grecan did not deny it.
She rolled up the blanket and lowered her feet under the bed. Immediately, Grecan grabbed her hands tightly.
âWhere are you going?â
Looking down at her hand painfully held by Grecan, Mirania narrowed her brows.
âWhat else should I be doing?â
The voice that followed was bleak.
âGrecan.â
With a soft voice, Grecan blinked and tilted his head,
1 stroked Grecanâs 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 âGrecan the Black Wolfâ in earnest.
âCould you help me? I have things left to finish.â,
âThings to finish?â
âI have to figure out exactly what happened, and if itâs not finished, Iâll have to end it.â
Grecan, who was enjoying the touch of Mirania, said dryly.
âFinish?â
âWhat are you going to do?â
âThatâs.â
âOh, because of your death?â
Grecan opened his eyes. It was cold as a blunt gaze. I was stunned.
âWhy? do you want to die?â
A somewhat childish question. I felt the tension have eased slightly.
Had he realized the truth as the leader of the wolves, he wouldnât have asked this question, how many years has it been?
Mirania replied calmly.
âThatâs how it works.â
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.
âWhen did you get so tallâŠâ
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.
âAm 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.
âWhat the hell are you doing..?â
Grecanâs tightly closed mouth opened as he was about to burst in anger.