Breeding Season - Chapter 46
The cruel love that left without a shred of mercy.
If it’s really you…
But her personality is completely different.
No matter what, how could they be such complete opposites?
The Aquafuran in his memory was a madwoman.
An overwhelming narcissist, her self-regard vast as the sea, utterly imperious and unwilling to tolerate the slightest offense. And she had the power and the status to justify it.
In the myths, they cleaned it up by saying she was kidnapped and had no choice but to be taken away.
What a truly remarkable goddess. To go so far just to protect her own image.
If she cared that much, she could have looked after him too.
But Aquafuran never once looked back at him—she simply abandoned him.
“Puppy, you’re supposed to wait for me day and night, always. That’s your duty, isn’t it? Good boy.”
That ridiculous nonsense… At the time, he had been enthralled. He obeyed. He nodded.
And this was the price he paid.
If we meet again, I’ll tear her to pieces. So that she will never restore her divinity.
And now you’re telling me Siren is Aquafuran?
His once-eager steps gradually slowed.
Why hesitate? If you find her, you must kill her. Kill her, then kill her again, and once more, until she can never return. Reclaim your sleep. Take back your peace. And she must die, too. That was the plan. That was the promise. That was what we decided, we decided, we decided, we decided, we decided, we decided, we decided.
Shut up. Be quiet.
A voice—one that had endured through the ages just to survive—rose from within him.
It spoke its claim, and Yasamin furrowed his brows, pressing it down.
Revenge was only natural.
If Siren was truly Aquafuran, then, of course, he would rip her mouth apart first.
Even cutting out her tongue and gouging out her eyes wouldn’t be enough.
No punishment could ever compare to the suffering he had endured.
And yet…
Aquafuran has no reason to have the appearance of a Siren.
It was all a mystery. And that made him even more desperate to uncover it.
Don’t even think about showing mercy.
A growl echoes from within. The self that had survived with him through a time so long it could hardly be called mere years now bared its claws at him.
With a blank expression, Yasamin gave a slight nod. Everything would be decided once they reached the South.
He would let her touch the only thing Aquafuran had left behind—the circlet.
Then, all would become clear.
For the next few days, time passed quickly.
Siren had become noticeably brighter, likely because the greatest worry weighing on her heart had disappeared.
Pamilla was overjoyed to be able to assist with her baths and perked up eagerly every time she pondered how best to clean and polish Siren’s scales to make them gleam.
And so, the days passed—day turned to night, night turned to day, and then once more…
At last, today had arrived.
The day they would leave for the South.
“Tada! All done, Madam. It looks absolutely perfect on you!”
“Does it?”
“Yes! Everyone will be amazed. You’ll look so wonderful standing beside Master!”
Would she?
Siren smiled somewhat awkwardly and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her braided hair was adorned with a silver ornament decorated with lily-of-the-valley. Her lips were tinted just enough to add color, and her cheeks and brows had been lightly made up.
The dress, which boldly revealed her décolletage, was… a little embarrassing. But since this was the style of the South, she accepted it without complaint.
She wore large earrings, and a red dot had been painted on her forehead.
With this, all preparations were complete.
She was now Yasamin’s wife and the princess of the fallen Wilkeron.
Wilkeron… I barely even think about it anymore. How strange.
She had lived there all her life, yet now this sandstone estate felt far more familiar.
Even Angelique’s face had become faint in her memory.
Had those terrible recollections melted away under the scorching sun of this place?
“You’ll be traveling in a carriage drawn by camels! We’ll use Raksha to stir up a breeze inside, so it won’t be too hot.”
“Thank you, Pamilla.”
“Hehe, don’t mention it! Serving you is my joy!”
Pamilla, too, now used sorcery as naturally as breathing.
Jin and Yasamin as well.
Watching them, Siren found herself unconsciously absorbing their methods, learning sorcery simply by observing.
“Oh, Madam. I brought some books in case you get bored on the journey.”
“Thank you. These are…?”
“A mid-level sorcery book and a text on herbalism.”
Even Jin was dressed a little more extravagantly today, stepping beyond his usual polished appearance.
Siren accepted the books with gratitude, running her fingers over the covers.
She didn’t know how long the journey would take, but she resolved to study diligently along the way.
“You won’t have time to read that.”
It was then—
