Breeding Season - Chapter 27
He appeared subtly excited. He looked somewhat proud.
Following Yasamin, she suddenly glanced at the wall.
‘I think I saw something written on the wall just now… Did I see it wrong?’
When she blinked, the text disappeared. At the same time, Yasamin spoke, causing Siren’s attention to shift easily.
“This glass door leads to the garden. It’s heavy, so be careful when you open it. Or you can ask me to open it for you.”
“I… I can open it myself.”
“Really? Hmm.”
“It’s true.”
“Let’s just say it is.”
Yasamin scanned her arm with his eyes before curving the corner of his mouth upwards.
It wasn’t that her pride was hurt, but for some reason, for some odd reason, the feeling of being unsettled was strange, so she pressed her hand to her chest and tilted her head.
‘The fact that I’m feeling like this means that this man is treating me quite comfortably after all.’
In moments like this, she had to be careful.
‘If I act arrogantly and upset him…’
She didn’t want to imagine what might come next. Her situation would undoubtedly become far worse than it had ever been before.
“Wow…!”
While mulling over such negative thoughts, she stopped walking when she saw the sprawling greenery in front of her. Her mouth opened in awe as a gasp escaped her. It was, in fact, a reaction of admiration.
“Isn’t it beautiful? I’ve nurtured it for many years.”
“That’s amazing!”
Hmm? Many years?
It was a strange sentence, but she didn’t comment on it.
She was too busy admiring this paradise.
“This is… this is a blueberry, right?”
“I worked hard to get the seedlings.”
“My goodness. There are all kinds of fruit trees!”
Excited, Siren unknowingly walked a few steps ahead, passing Yasamin. The garden was as large as the mansion itself. No, perhaps, if you only counted the land area, it might even be larger.
The trees were all majestic, their sturdy branches stretching out to provide shade.
‘It’s cool.’
The tree with red fruits hanging from it seemed to have stood the test of time, and it looked like it would take at least five strong men to wrap their arms around its trunk.
There was also an oak tree, so tall it appeared to be the leader of the garden. Next to it, the olive tree looked almost cute in comparison.
“Most of the food we eat in this mansion is harvested directly from here. This one is my favorite date palm… I think it’s around five hundred years old this year, or so.”
“Wow… it’s like a grandmother tree.”
The honeyed dates were sweet and soft. To think that such a tree willingly bore such fruit—it was truly something to be grateful for.
Siren gently placed her hand on the tree and silently offered her thanks.
“I, um, have a question.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Th-the… water… and the soil…”
“Ah.”
The ground in this garden was definitely soil, not sand. And all plants, after all, spread their roots based on the soil. If it were soil on the outside and sand on the inside, it wouldn’t be able to grow this large.
But this mansion was clearly built in the desert.
How something like this was possible, she couldn’t understand with her common sense. Of course, the people living in this mansion weren’t exactly ones who adhered to human common sense.
“Jin is a spirit of wishes. He has the power to grant wishes in exchange for a price.”
“Ah…?”
“The greater the price, the bigger the wish he can grant. Since I took him out of the lamp, he has to perform this kind of miracle.”
It was a rather vague explanation. It didn’t seem like a lie, and it didn’t feel like a boast either, but it was still too fairytale-like to fully believe.
“How did you find the lamp? Was it just by chance…?”
“No. I was intentionally looking for it because I had a wish to make. It took a few years to find.”
“Was the wish to have a garden like this?”
It didn’t seem like it.
Just as she thought that, a smile, as if he knew something she didn’t, passed over his face.
“They say there are wishes that can be granted and wishes that can’t.”
She, too, had a wish. To become human. To escape from being a monster.
But right now, she doesn’t know.
With Pamilla, the desert rat, Jin, the desert spirit, and Yasamin, who was anything but a normal human, it seemed that her existence might be accepted in between them.
“Can I ask more?”
“As I said earlier, do as you please. I’ll do as I please too. I won’t answer anything I don’t feel like answering.”
Yasamin looked the happiest she had ever seen him.
At this moment, he might really answer any question.
After thinking for a moment, she had intended to ask about the wishes that couldn’t be granted. However, what actually slipped from her lips was an entirely different question.
