Breeding Season - Chapter 39
Watching her weakly part her lips like a baby bird, he took a mouthful of water and lowered his head. She wouldn’t have the strength to drink it on her own anyway, so he decided to feed her directly.
Since Siren was still half-conscious, she quietly accepted the water.
“Good girl. Get some sleep.”
“Mm….”
Pat, pat.
Gently stroking her bare shoulder, he watched as she soon drifted off to sleep, his face gradually losing all expression.
He wore various expressions to match his ‘persona,’ but in truth, this was closer to his essence. Nothingness. Emptiness. A state devoid of anything.
Only after confirming that Siren had fallen into a deep sleep did he silently rise from the bed. There was neither sound nor movement, ensuring she wouldn’t wake.
“Master. I have something to report.”
“That Siren reacts sensitively to anything related to the Siren race?”
“Yes.”
As he stepped out into the courtyard, Jin approached and bowed his head. The deep green eyes that had been gazing idly at the sunset filtering through the leaves now glimmered with curiosity.
It had been a long time since he last felt such a thing.
“She must grow scales when submerged in water, like a Siren… But unless she brings it up first, there’s no need to force the matter.”
“Understood.”
“Also, find a few more books about the Siren race and place them in her room. I’ll be heading out for a bit tomorrow, so make sure she has a quiet environment to read in.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yet, even after receiving his orders, Jin did not leave. Raising an eyebrow in mild curiosity, he watched as Jin hesitated before speaking again.
“And one more thing… Madam was able to read the runic script.”
“A Siren bloodline, then. But as far as I know, there are no Sirens in the Wilkeron royal lineage. Crossbreeding wasn’t even possible in the first place.”
“In that case, it would mean she is neither human nor Siren, yet can still read a runic script.”
It didn’t make sense.
This was the first time he had encountered such a case.
Didn’t I tell you? I told you to look into it further.
A voice that had remained silent throughout their time together now chuckled eerily in his mind.
[This] seemed to be suggesting that Siren was the very existence he had been searching for all this time… Well. That remained to be seen.
If she truly was that being, then why did she have such low self-esteem?
With a mere gesture, she could stir the tides, summon tsunamis in her fury, and drown every living thing in existence.
‘Or… does she not realize what she is?’
There were many possibilities. There was no need to rush.
After all, she was already in his grasp.
And time—time was something he had more than enough to waste as he pleased.
On the third day at the Saam estate, he was not there when she opened her eyes.
‘It’s quiet.’
The silent bedroom felt like the cave of an evil dragon straight out of a fairy tale.
Perhaps she should have been afraid, but that was a concern for when she had not yet admitted to being a wicked witch. After yesterday, Siren had come to acknowledge herself a little more, and fear no longer held her.
If Yasamin was the evil dragon, then she was the monster.
And this was a place where even a monster was acceptable, was it not?
‘It’s a stroke of luck… that I was able to come here.’
Forcing what little strength remained in her weary body, Siren struggled to pull her hazy consciousness back into reality.
No more idle thoughts—just focus on living through today.
Her time here was brief, and once she reached the South, this dreamlike tranquility would inevitably shatter….
“Madam! Did you sleep well?”
Sensing movement, Pamilla entered the room.
Beaming brightly, Pamilla greeted her with her ears and tail fully visible as usual.
“I slept well. You?”
“Yes! Hehe, you should have breakfast! Would you like to wash up first? Or eat first?”
“I’d like to… wash up first.”
Speaking informally still felt awkward. She couldn’t help but glance at Pamilla, worried she might take offense.
But there wasn’t the slightest trace of discomfort on Pamilla’s face—rather, she seemed to take it as a given.
That small reassurance gave Siren the confidence to accept Pamilla’s help in getting up.
“Oh… wow.”
“Hmm?”
Pamilla’s reaction was somewhat strange. She gawked at Siren with wide eyes before suddenly blushing and turning her head away.
“U-um, I feel like I shouldn’t be looking.”
“…Huh?”
“Master must really cherish you, Madam!”
What was that supposed to mean?
Frowning slightly, Siren absentmindedly lowered her gaze—only to startle and hastily cover her chest.
‘T-this…!’
They said extreme shock rendered one speechless, and now she understood why.
