Breeding Season - Chapter 59
The fragmented self of a man who had gone mad.
It was pure evil, wholly consumed by hatred toward Aquafuran.
Every moment, it burned with the desire to seek out Aquafuran and tear them apart—its sole reason for existence.
So, reacting this way was only natural.
“Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve gone out into the human world. If that person really is Aquafuran but is just pretending not to be or has forgotten on their own, I’ll be there to remind them.”
“Do as you please. But if you find out that they were truly abandoned, don’t come crying.”
“I’m telling you, that’s not it!”
He didn’t even have a name—what could possibly be so good about waiting for Aquafuran all this time?
It was incomprehensible, but it wasn’t his concern.
Leading the boy outside, he spotted Eltan, who had been waiting.
“What about Siren?”
“She is in the bedchamber.”
“And the priest?”
“He has not stepped a foot out of the sanctuary since yesterday.”
That troublesome brat wouldn’t just sit still.
“Make sure he doesn’t get near Siren.”
“Yes. I have assigned guards. Also, Your Highness, what should be done about the woman who slightly lifted the circlet earlier?”
“Ah, right. There was such a woman.”
He had completely forgotten.
When he glanced at the boy, he saw an expression on his fox-like face that said, ‘I don’t know anything about that.’
“Are you seriously feigning ignorance again?”
“I don’t know. She did seem a bit familiar, but that’s all.”
“Seemed familiar?”
“Her aura was somewhat similar. But I didn’t get the feeling that she was Aquafuran.”
Everything came with an ‘maybe.’ That kind of uncertainty was something Yasamin despised.
“…Give her a guest chamber. Let’s see how she reacts.”
“Understood. And the other women?”
“Propose marriages to the warriors. A banquet will be held, and they can find their matches there. Otherwise, they can serve as Siren’s attendants.”
If they declared that they would rather bite their tongues and take their own lives, he would let them go. But none of them seemed brave enough for that.
“I will prepare the banquet for the day after tomorrow.”
“Good. Everyone should eat and rest for now. Make sure there’s plenty of water that day. And don’t hold back on the wine.”
This was originally the queen’s duty. For now, it would fall to Siren.
But if she were given the task, would she even be able to handle it?
He’d be relieved if she didn’t tremble in fear before the servants.
‘Still, she needs to learn someday…’
Perhaps it was time to start with something small.
“Leave the menu, variety of dishes, and serve order to Siren. You handle the rest.”
“Yes, I will follow your orders.”
He was curious to see how much she could manage.
Would she be completely helpless, on the verge of tears? Or would she manage, even if she had to ask him for help?
Of course, he assumed it would be the latter.
He simply wanted to see her focused.
“Then can I help with that?”
“Help with what?”
“Hmm? I want to help. Right now, she doesn’t know anything, does she?”
The boy, who had been quietly listening, suddenly began hopping up and down, raising his hand.
How could he ignore him when he was making his presence so known?
In the end, Eltan, unable to hold back, asked curiously,
“Um… but who exactly is this… child?”
It was obvious he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to address him, and Yasamin let out a small laugh.
This was one of the reasons he trusted and valued Eltan.
Eltan had a keen sense that most humans lacked. Perhaps due to his sensitive nature, he could instinctively distinguish those who weren’t human, even when they took on a perfect human form.
“Ahem. I am the circlet, a treasured artifact of the great Goddess Aquafuran!”
“Ah… Circlet… sir? Pardon?”
“Kneel before me, human!”
As the plump-cheeked boy declared this, Eltan’s expression instantly turned strange. It was only natural—after all, the childlike appearance made it difficult to take seriously.
With an amused smile, Yasamin pushed the boy onto Eltan and turned away. The moment he did, the smile vanished from his lips.
If she sealed herself, if she remembers nothing, then where are we supposed to pour our resentment?
He was furious, beyond reason, screaming at the top of his lungs. Jumping and thrashing, he put his madness on full display. His words collapsed, fragmented, shattered—until he completely lost his mind.
‘Be quiet. Stay still.’
Once it was certain, they had already decided to offer her as a living sacrifice.
Thud—
In his words, the shouting died down.
‘If she truly knows nothing, then it doesn’t matter. As long as she is definitely Aquafuran.’
No. That woman must pay for her sins. She must understand what she has done.
