Breeding Season - Chapter 41
Jin, who had entered politely, glanced over the books placed beside her and smiled contentedly.
“Have you already finished reading them? I had a feeling, so I came to check.”
“They were interesting. Thank you for lending them to me.”
“Think nothing of it. The reason I came is to see if you might like to try performing sorcery yourself.”
“……!”
Could she really? Already?
Well, of course, she wanted to try.
But she had only read a basic introductory book.
After a moment of hesitation, Siren wavered before eventually nodding.
“If I can, I’d like to try.”
“Yes, well said. Going forward, please feel free to tell me what you wish, just as you did now. Master has ordered me to grant all of Madam’s requests.”
“Yasamin did?”
“Yes.”
I see.
Siren pressed a hand against her chest for no particular reason.
A faint smile blossomed on her lips.
Whether an unfamiliar guest was treated as an unwelcome intruder or an honored visitor depended entirely on the master of the house.
This was undoubtedly Yasamin’s way of showing her favor, and Siren was grateful for it.
She had the name of a wife, of a diète, but had she ever truly given him anything of worth?
He was giving her so much without receiving anything in return. How could she not feel thankful?
“Have you grasped the basic principles of sorcery?”
“Not very well…”
“Let’s consider the act of conjuring fire. To do so, you must arrange the Raksha in the air. Like this.”
Paaah.
Jin hadn’t done anything visible, yet a flame ignited at his fingertip.
She blinked in surprise, and before she knew it, the fire transformed into a butterfly and fluttered away.
“You can even reshape it into living forms. Fulfilling wishes, in the end, is all based on sorcery. You can create water, fire, money… things like that.”
“Amazing.”
“If you can read runic symbols, then in time, you will surely be able to read the Raksha that drifts in the atmosphere as well. The symbols are used to bind and fix the Raksha in place.”
Her body felt stiff from having stayed in one position reading for so long.
Walking with the old man down the corridor, they eventually arrived at the rear garden.
Jin reached out toward the lush, green trees.
“Watch closely. In places filled with natural elements like this, Raksha exists in far greater abundance than in ordinary locations.”
“…I don’t see anything.”
“Hoho, focus your eyes. If you concentrate and enhance your vision, you should be able to perceive the faint flow of energy.”
She had no idea what that meant.
Tilting her head in confusion, she did as Jin instructed and strained her eyes as much as she could. Her brows furrowed in the process, but despite her efforts, nothing changed.
“It would be easier to open your energy flow directly rather than just explaining it with words.”
And at that moment—
Soft sounds of grass being gently stepped on were followed by a low voice.
The man who hadn’t shown himself all day—Yasamin.
“You’re here, Master. Have you finished your work?”
“For the most part. They kept nagging at me to hurry back.”
As she turned around, she instinctively drew in a breath.
The man, wearing an expression of annoyance, was dressed in an outfit she had never seen before.
Black trousers, a white cloth draped over his upper body, a red sash, and lavish gold ornaments. A leather strap crossed his chest, holding three ominous-looking kukris, immediately drawing attention.
It was a formal outfit, unmistakably one meant for attending a meeting.
Had he been to the South?
“Ugh, it was exhausting. I was tormented the entire time over pointless matters, darling.”
“…Uhk, all of a sudden?”
Darling, he said.
How could he use such an embarrassingly affectionate term so casually…?!
While Siren was frozen in shock, Yasamin swiftly hooked an arm around her waist and lifted her up.
If he had held her gently, that would have been one thing, but he slung her over his shoulder as if carrying a sack, causing her to let out an involuntary scream.
“Kyaaak!”
“I missed you the entire time I was in that meeting… but it seems like you didn’t miss me at all?”
“This is… unfair…!”
“I know. I’m sulking.”
What on earth had happened in the South for him to return in such a contrary mood?
He was acting like a child, leaving her utterly bewildered. She smacked his back.
“Put me down.”
“Wow, now you’re even hitting me to make me let go. Oh no, domestic violence. I’m a victim of domestic violence.”
“You’re not even hurt…!”
“It hurts.”
Was he really in pain?
She hesitated, worried, and the moment she withdrew her hand, Yasamin looked up at her and let out a soft chuckle.
“You actually believed that?”
“……!!!”
Her face burned. From morning till noon, everything had been peaceful, but the moment this man returned, it was as if a massive boulder had been thrown into still water, sending waves rippling in all directions.
Surging, stirring, crashing, overturning.
Truly, he was a demon whose very name was the opposite of peace.
