Breeding Season - Chapter 70
“This is unusual. You’re actually taking the Wilkeron people’s side.”
“I’m not taking sides… It’s just, marriage is important… hngh… matter… ah…!”
“I got it. I’ll make sure they’re given a thorough explanation before bringing them to the banquet, so don’t worry. The warriors won’t be dragging them off by the wrist.”
Before the banquet, he should summon them to the training grounds and let them see the warriors in action.
There was no real reason for him to do this, but since it was Siren’s request, there was no harm in indulging her.
He couldn’t give them more time, but he could give them more information.
“If they’re smart, they’ll understand their situation and seek out someone who can protect them… If they don’t want to marry a warrior, there’s always the option of becoming a diet. By the way, diets can be same-s*x as well.”
“S-Same-s*x?”
“It’s not common, but it’s not impossible. It’s about strength and weakness, after all.”
For a moment, Siren thought of Bispar, the friend Yasamin had mentioned before.
A strikingly noble and impressive figure, like a black panther.
Someone like her… she could certainly offer protection.
She had simply never considered it before, so the idea was shocking. But upon reflection, the same-s*x option might actually be better.
A diet wasn’t exactly a husband or wife, after all.
“You’re mine. Don’t even think about running. Or I’ll kill you.”
Yasamin lazily issued the warning, as if he had somehow sensed where her thoughts were wandering.
Every word of his sounded like the truth.
Even though that couldn’t possibly be the case.
“…Have you received a report on the food for the banquet?”
“I don’t deal with that. It’s handled at Elthan’s level.”
“…Oh… I was just surprised that you suddenly gave me work.”
“Get used to it. One day, you’ll be the one hosting the banquet.”
Would that really happen?
As she gently ran her fingers through Yasamin’s smooth hair, Siren allowed herself to dream.
Honestly, she couldn’t envision a bright future.
She had only managed to survive another day, after all.
‘Still… if I can live through the years like this without dying… maybe one day, I’ll truly become a proper queen.’
They say that if you wish for something, it will come true.
It’s not like hopes cost anything.
“So, tell me—how does it feel to win?”
“…Huh?”
“I heard you won today. That you claimed victory.”
This man knows everything.
Well, of course—he must be briefed on everything.
Though she was caught off guard, she didn’t particularly feel bad about it.
It wasn’t as if she had any intention of plotting something beyond his sight.
“It was fascinating. And rather… I even felt grateful to have come here, to the South. I know that, as a princess of Wilkeron, I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t stop myself. Thanks to this, my life has undeniably changed.”
“Who would dare cast a stone at you?”
Yasamin looked up at Siren and caressed her cheek.
A simple gesture, a detached tone.
He didn’t seem to be sympathizing at all—yet why did it make her so emotional?
Once again, he had saved her with just a single sentence.
“I intend to make you the mistress of the desert.”
“I… I’ll do my best. As much as I can.”
“Good. And about the circlet breaking.”
So this was the real issue.
The moment she had been waiting for—Siren’s back stiffened.
“There’s about an 80 percent chance that you’re Aquafuran.”
“That’s… higher than half, isn’t it?”
“But it seems like you yourself have forgotten. Who you really are.”
Siren blinked at the unexpected words.
Yasamin’s deep green eyes betrayed no emotion. That was what made it terrifying.
Because she had no way of knowing what lay hidden behind the veil.
Something so deep, so unfathomable, lurked beyond her reach.
“I’ve formed a hypothesis… You were likely cursed from birth. If you’re Aquafuran, then it’s a curse you placed on yourself.”
“You’re saying… I made myself be born in the form of a Siren?”
“That’s right. And you must have forgotten that fact. Along with sealing your power.”
Why?
Why would she do something like that?
She was so stunned that even her lips trembled.
She didn’t even have the strength to brush it off as a joke.
“If you are Aquafuran, the answer lies within you.”
Yasamin jabbed a finger against her chest.
The slight pain made Siren flinch.
“How can I regain my memories and break this… so-called seal?”
“You need to establish your sense of self first. Aquafuran was a goddess with an immensely strong ego—self-righteous and arrogant.”
