Breeding Season - Chapter 60
“When the seal is broken, will you be able to handle it?”
With a single gesture, she could summon a tidal wave. Though small, she was born from the purest and most pristine spring in the world, possessing immense water-based power and adored by all moisture in existence.
If even Siren’s current appearance and personality were the result of the seal’s influence… Then once it was broken—who could predict the magnitude of the aftermath?
Hypocrite. Stop talking nonsense. You’re just afraid to face Aquafuran again.
‘I told you to shut up.’
You threw away all your negative emotions, and now you’ve become a coward. You can’t even resent Aquafuran because you’re afraid of being abandoned again.
Even if it was a divided self, in the end, it was still him.
So he knew him irritatingly well.
I don’t want to be abandoned. Don’t… throw me away.
A voice from within sneered, mocking him. He claimed to hate her, yet he couldn’t bring himself to tighten his grip around her throat. He was the lingering self, burdened with attachment.
He wanted to be loved again. He wanted to be compensated for the long years of waiting.
It must have been hard. I’m sorry.
Those were the words he longed to hear.
‘Even though I know that Aquafuran would never say them.’
But if it were Siren…
If it were Siren—someone he had undressed and dressed, fed and nurtured with his own hands…
If Siren’s self had also been divided, just as his had…?
‘Then maybe, just maybe, you would recognize me.’
There was a time when Yasamin had sworn to himself—
When he met Aquafuran again, he would throw the most childish tantrum. He would twist her arms, sever her ankles, and lock her away forever.
He would keep her in a paradise where she could only see him, only taste him, only hear him, only feel him—never taking a single step outside.
That wish had existed for so long that he had built the Saam Manor.
It was to be Aquafuran’s prison.
And his home.
And Siren loved that place…
“Your Highness!”
It was then.
While lost in thought, walking alone, a dreamy voice rushed toward him.
Annoyed at the interruption, he lifted his head with a hardened expression—
Only to see a silver-haired woman entering his vision.
Her red eyes gleamed.
Hies.
The priestess of the South.
“I came because I felt I hadn’t properly greeted you upon your return.”
“I see.”
“Congratulations on returning safely. You have achieved a great feat.”
Yasamin let Hies speak but paid no real attention, his feet already moving forward.
She kept displaying special affection toward him, despite him never once giving her any reason to. He couldn’t understand why.
He wished she would stop. But as the years passed, Hies’ obsession only deepened.
And yet, snapping his fingers and killing her outright…
There was no other priestess like Hies.
She was a prodigy of the Nu lineage, a once-in-a-century talent.
The only one capable of directly receiving the Sun God Nu’s revelations.
“Your Highness, if you haven’t eaten yet, would you care to join me? We could discuss various matters as well.”
“Later.”
“Ah, then… Were you on your way somewhere? I would be honored to escort you.”
Ah…
But now, was there even a reason to let her live?
The only reason he had spared her was the possibility that she might one day receive a revelation about Aquafuran.
But now, she has outlived her usefulness.
‘Should I just get rid of her?’
His deep green eyes narrowed dangerously.
If Siren was Aquafuran, he could simply take her to Saam Manor and imprison her right now.
Who cared about the South? About Wilkeron?
The identity he had maintained to keep from going mad—his status, his role—none of it mattered anymore.
He was Aquafuran’s beast.
The goddess’s beast.
Before his true master, he could shed all pretenses and finally live in peace.
As he pondered, Hies’s face paled, as if she had somehow sensed his thoughts.
“I-I’m sorry. I overstepped, didn’t I? I was simply too happy to see you again… I won’t hold you up any longer.”
Whatever she had sensed, at least she wasn’t entirely oblivious.
Without a single reply, Yasamin brushed past her.
As if no one had ever been standing there to begin with.
Hies, watching his retreating figure in rapture, savored the all-too-familiar taste of disappointment.
‘Of course. He hasn’t changed.’
He remained exactly as she revered him.
That day, when he carried Diet inside, it must have been a fleeting whim.
He was cold and unyielding to all.
‘That must be it. Even if it’s Diet, even if it’s his wife—it can’t be anything special.’
It had to be.
Because if it wasn’t…
