Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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"Where's Pale Wolf?" Nyx called out, tapping the window to summon Arlong.

"The master is busy with work, and it seems he won't be able to come back and rest tonight." Arlong carefully glanced at Nyx's expression, silently hoping that she wouldn't be upset.

Not just tonight, but for a while, Erik wouldn't be seen by Nyx.

Last night, Jinx and Jules went to meet the contact sent by Banon with false information, and they successfully brought back two antidotes for the Moonshade Poison.

The doctors at the mansion tried to figure out how to treat Erik's leg. They worked through the night and finally made some

progress.

The news was reported to Erik early this morning.

Upon learning that the poisoning during the treatment would be much more painful than usual, Erik hesitated for a long time, and then decided to stay in the study under the pretense of working. He didn't want Nyx to see him in such a state, drenched in sweat and grimacing from pain.

Arlong didn't agree with this decision.

Treating the leg injury would take time, and after the wound healed, additional time would be needed for rehabilitation, to practice walking. Avoiding seeing Nyx for so long could affect their relationship.

To maintain the stability of the relationship between Erik and Nyx, Arlong tried to reason with Erik, urging him repeatedly.

Erik was moved, but after experiencing the pain of the poison during the first dose, he firmly stuck to his original decision.

Erik thought, 'It will be just too embarrassing if she sees it.

He knew that Nyx probably wouldn't mind, but he still didn't want her to see him in such a pitiful state.

He wanted to hide like an injured wild animal, heal by himself, and reappear before his mate only when his wounds had fully healed and he felt strong again.

He thought that when they met again, Nyx would be pleasantly surprised to see his leg healed.

At night, he wouldn't have to sit still all the time. He could try different positions, and recently, he had learned a lot of new things, just waiting for the opportunity to put them into practice, to win Nyx's favor and keep their relationship fresh.

Unable to persuade Erik, Arlong reluctantly took on the task of hiding the truth from Nyx. "Since the master injured his leg, he has accumulated a lot of unfinished work. Now Aurelius is urging him, and he has to get back to work.

"The master hopes to finish the work as quickly as possible and then come to accompany you."

Nyx immediately understood. She thought, 'So it's because Erik has been slacking off for too long and has been caught by his superior.'

Although Erik was a military officer, he also had a civilian post in the Ministry of Defense. Besides leading troops in battle, there was a lot of work to handle in daily life.

Because of his leg injury, Erik had been in a state of neglect, staying behind closed doors and avoiding work for so long. Aurelius had been considerate, only now starting to urge him.

Nyx didn't dare underestimate the authority of the feudal rulers.

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Although it seemed that Pale Wolf and Aurelius had a close relationship, there was still a difference between ruler and subject. In the interstellar age, workers who slacked off might only get fired, but in this era, if one angered Aurelius, they could lose their life.

"I understand," she sighed. "You don't need to stay here with me. Go look after him, and remind him to rest early. Even if he has to stay up late, he should be careful not to overwork and ruin his health."

Putting aside her worries about Pale Wolf's schedule, the fact that he wouldn't be coming back tonight seemed like good news for her.

Since that day when she first had sex with Erik, Nyx had been exhausted by Erik for many days, with no free time at all. She had long been longing for a chance to take a rest.

Just knowing she wouldn't have to be fucked around all night brought a hint of joy to her face.

She thought, 'Finally, I'm free. Finally, freedom.

Arlong hadn't expected that Nyx would so easily accept the fact that Erik wouldn't be coming home for the night.

He looked up in surprise and immediately saw the joy hidden in Nyx's expression, freezing in place.

Arlong thought, 'How could this be? Doesn't the lady even wonder if the master is out with another woman?'

He had prepared for a round of questioning, but Nyx didn't ask anything at all, leaving him with no use for the answers he had planned.

"This is bad. Could it be that the lady has grown tired of the master?' Arlong thought, as his heart skipped a beat.

Nyx had no idea what Arlong was thinking. She was still smiling as she advised, "Tell Pale Wolf not to rush things."

If he rushed to finish the work and compromised its quality, Aurelius might be displeased, potentially damaging Pale Wolf's reputation with him.

When Arlong heard this, he thought it meant Nyx wanted Erik to come back later.

He returned to Erik, sweating nervously, and didn't dare say his thoughts aloud. He only mentioned that Nyx was concerned about Erik's eating and sleeping.

Erik, who had just endured the poisoning and was drenched in sweat, his face pale, still smiled when he heard Nyx's advice to rest. It seemed to ease his pain a little.

"Since Nyx is afraid of the cold, light the heater for her, and give her a hot water bottle,” he whispered to Arlong. "You stay by the window and make sure she's okay."

Usually, he would be the one holding Nyx to sleep, but tonight, Nyx would have to make do with a hot water bottle. He wondered if she would have trouble sleeping, but he knew that his own insomnia was inevitable.

Without the warm, fragrant body of Nyx's beside him, Erik tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

Late at night, after enduring another episode of the poison, he took a bath, put on his outer robe, and quietly slipped out under the moonlight.

"Master?" Arlong, stationed outside Nyx's window, heard a noise and opened his eyes. He saw an unexpected figure in the yard and, for a moment, thought he was seeing things.

He thought, 'Didn't the master say he wouldn't return tonight?'

"Shh," Erik frowned and raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence so he wouldn't wake Nyx.

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He carefully pushed open the door, leaving a small gap for ventilation, and tiptoed

inside.

A wave of heat hit him as the heater was blazing hot,

Erik looked satisfied as he cautiously sat on the edge of the bed and gently

touched Nyx's hand.

It wasn't too cold, but it wasn't warm enough either.

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Inside the blanket, the temperature of the hot water bottle had already dropped,

and he thought it couldn't keep her warm for the whole night.

As soon as he slipped under the blanket, Nyx instinctively clung to it, wrapping

her arms and legs around it like an octopus as she drifted into an even deeper sleep.

She slept soundly until dawn. When she woke up, only Nyx was left in the bed, and there was no one else around.

She rubbed her eyes, as if still half-asleep, groggily getting up and looking around, and then suddenly smiled.

Although she didn't see anyone, Nyx was sure Pale Wolf had come back last night.

For several nights in a row, Erik had been sneaking into her bed, diligently playing

the role of a bed-warmer. Before dawn, he would slip away without a trace, leaving his good deeds unnoticed.

Arlong couldn't understand what Erik was doing and kept his mouth shut, not realizing Nyx had already noticed.

The other people in the house didn't know anything about it.

The first day Erik rested in the study, the house was quiet.

After he had rested there for three days, whispers began to spread around the house.

After ten or fifteen days, rumors started circulating, saying that Erik had grown tired of Nyx and hadn't visited her in a long time. Nyx had fallen out of favor.

Since it concerned Erik, no one dared to discuss it openly, and the rumors didn't reach Nyx's ears.

Nyx only vaguely felt that the attitude of some of the servants had changed, and they didn't seem as enthusiastic as before.

The supplements that used to be delivered regularly from the kitchen had also been reduced, and eventually, they stopped coming altogether. Even the variety of dishes had become much simpler.

But Nyx was busy sorting through the ledgers and didn't have time to think much about it.

Arlong followed Erik during the day and guarded Nyx in the courtyard at night, working nonstop, so he had no idea that someone in the house had dared to mistreat Nyx.

Several small attempts went unpunished, further emboldening these people.

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Around noon, Nyx looked up from a pile of ledgers and rubbed her slightly aching forehead. "What time is it?"

"It's noon." The assistant also put town his pen and ledger, confirming the time.

He suddenly realized something wasn't right. "Why hasn't anyone brought lunch

yet?"

Normally, at this time, Nyx should have already had her lunch and started her afternoon rest.

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the wettatit & face immediately darkened. He'd been in the house for a long time

and had managed things for many years. He knew better than Styx that some of

the servants here were sneaky and unreliable.

When Erik was with Nyx, the kitchen never failed to deliver lunch on time.

Today's situation, whether intentional or just a slip-up, meant that some careless servant had stopped showing respect for Nyx

"Someone?" His voice carried an edge of anger.

He usually turned a blind eye to many things, but this time, it concerned Nyx, and

he couldn't let it slide. He had to deal with it harshly

Several young maids came running in response, sensing the tension in the air. They lowered their heads and trembled nervously.

"What time is it? Why hasn't anyone brought lunch yet?" The assistant's voice

was sharp.

He hadn't resigned and was still the steward of the Duke's Mansion, only taking

orders from Erik and Nyx. He held a high position in the household, and his words carried weight.

The maids, who were used to dealing with the gentle Nyx, were so nervous at

being scolded that they almost burst into tears. "The kitchen... the kitchen didn't send anyone..."

They were stationed outside the courtyard, mainly responsible for attending to Nyx's daily needs, like bringing water, changing clothes, and combing her hair. Delivering meals was the kitchen's job and wasn't really their responsibility. "The kitchen didn't send anyone? Don't you know to follow up? Don't you know to

hurry them?" The assistant was burning with anger. "You're all just sitting there like wooden dolls. What good are you?"

Nyx saw the maids on the verge of tears and quickly cleared her throat, signaling

to the assistant with a look.

These maids were just a little slow, but they usually worked diligently. She didn't think they were doing this on purpose.

"As for the kitchen, could you please go check what's going on?" Nyx protected

the maids, not wanting to excuse the kitchen staff. "Do what needs to be done and report back to me. Don't tell Pale Wolf."

Erik had been so busy lately, only coming back at night to rest for a short while. She didn't want to add these trivial matters to his plate.

"Also," Nyx added, "tell the kitchen they don't need to send food today. I'll handle it

myself."

The assistant didn't think much of it, assuming she wanted him to send someone

to buy food from a nearby restaurant. He nodded, still seething with anger, and

left with a stormy expression.

In the kitchen, several servants were sitting around eating when the steward suddenly arrived, startling them so much that they dropped their fork. Seeing the steward's grim expression, they didn't dare to joke around and nervously greeted him. "Steward Hussain."

"You've got some nerve," Enzo Hussain sneered. "You even dared to cut Madam's

meals."

Upon hearing this, a few of them couldn't help but gasp, breaking out into a cold

sweat.

They thought, Was, was it discovered? But even though Steward Hussain usually

checks the accounts with the madam, he never eats with her. How could he have noticed something was missing from her meal? Could it be that the madam complained to him?

"We're just taking advantage of the madam's gentle nature, thinking she won't argue. That's why we dared to secretly keep

some expensive supplements, selling them for money to buy alcohol. If we had

known the madam wasn't so tolerant, we would've done it more secretly. The group lowered their heads, secretly regretting their actions. Enzo looked down at everyone, taking in their reactions, and felt he had the

situation figured out. He thought, 'Looks like not everyone is in on it. It's just a few bold little thieves causing trouble.'

"Alexis, Harley, Maxim..." He called each name, accurately pointing out the guilty

ones, then ordered his subordinates, "Give them twenty lashes and throw them out of the mansion."

Instantly, there were sounds of people nervously bowing and begging for mercy.

"Please spare us!"

"Please, have mercy!"

"Please, Steward Hussain! We'll never dare again!"

"I've already been lenient with you," Enzo said coldly, staring at them. "You didn't deliver the meals to the madam and let her.

go hungry. If this gets to the young master's ears, you can forget about keeping your lives."

"W-What?"

"This is unjust..."

"We didn't do it!"

"We would never dare not deliver the meals to the madam?"

The group was shocked and immediately cried out in protest.

They just wanted to secretly make some profit, never intending to anger Nyx.

Even if Nyx had lost favor, she was still with Erik, and they knew she could easily

deal with them.

"Hmm?" Enzo furrowed his brow.

Seeing their expressions, he didn't seem to think they were lying.

"You, explain. What happened?" He pointed to an honest-looking maid. "Why

wasn't the madam's lunch delivered?"

The maid was also shocked. "We prepared the food long ago and asked someone

to deliver it."

"Where is the person who was supposed to deliver it?" Enzo asked. "Who was in

charge of delivering the meal to the madam?"

There was a brief silence. Everyone instinctively looked at each other, then

lowered their heads and reported to Enzo, "He's

not here."

"Normally, I'm the one who delivers the food, but today I'm ill and couldn't meet

the madam," a young servant spoke up, coughing as he explained. "Myles took

over for me and left a long time ago, but he still hasn't come back." Myles Hussain was Enzo's nephew.

The servant secretly glanced at Enzo's face and saw that Enzo's expression had

darkened.

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In a remote, abandoned courtyard, loud voices of shouting and laughing echoed.

A few jars of alcohol were placed around, and several men sat together, playing a gambling game.

"Myles, you're still playing? Aren't you going to deliver the food to the madam?" asked one player.

“Not going, not going,” the drunken Myles, red-eyed, angrily slammed his cards

on the table. "What do I need to deliver the food for? Didn't we agree that my

debts would be paid with this meal?"

At that, everyone fell silent for a moment.

"You're serious?" The winners looked visibly upset.

They had been playing fine until Myles suddenly joined them and said that if he

lost, he'd use the food meant for Nyx to cover his debt. Nobody took him seriously. They thought he was joking, and since the game

wouldn't take long, they didn't mind a small delay in delivering the food, so they didn't refuse.

They never expected Myles to sit down and refuse to leave, playing one round

after another, losing a pile of games, not paying up, and shouting for one more

round.

The way he was acting, it seemed like he really was going to use Nyx's lunch to

avoid

paying.

The group exchanged looks, unsure of what to do.

Sure, this expensive meal could easily cover the card debts, but they couldn't sell

it, and they weren't so hungry as to risk getting beaten or even thrown out of the mansion to eat Nyx's food.

"We don't want this; give us the money." They threw down their cards and

grabbed Myles by the collar.

"You're not without money. Why are you refusing to pay?"

"Isn't your uncle the steward of the mansion? He should've given you plenty of money, right?"

They often played cards together, and Myles was always bragging about his

uncle, Enzo.

They thought, 'How could someone who manages the finance in the house possibly be short of money?'

Myles was shaken so hard that his head spun. He let out a groan, barely holding

back the urge to vomit.

His face looked terrible as well.

Enzo never gave Myles any money; Enzo was too strict with him.

If Myles could get money from Enzo, he wouldn't have gambled with them. He

would have gone out to the brothels and casinos by now.

These were things Myles never told anyone. If he did, he would definitely be laughed at.

"He just won't give me money," Myles grumbled, "We agreed to use this meal to

settle the debt, but it's you guys who are backing out."noveldrama

"You guys aren't scared to eat, are you?" He seemed to have found their weakness, sneering as he grabbed a tender chicken and shoved it into his mouth, chewing while muttering, "You're all so timid. Are you afraid the madam wi'

ish you?"

Seeing everyone staring at him in shock, Myles got carried away with alcohol,

speaking more boldly, "What's there to be afraid of? She's lost the young master's

favor. What's she even worth now?

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"So what if she's the master? She's just a woman, with no real skills. The young master doesn't care about her, so she has to listen to my uncle. "Back when she was with the Voss family, she was also the madam, but she didn't

seem to have much status, Myles said with a creepy laugh. "Look at her bony, thin body. I really don't know what the young master sees in her. "She's got a pretty face, but probably feels like nails to the touch. The young

master was probably just interested for a while, but now that he's lost interest,

he'd rather stay in his study every night than see her." The others fell silent, not daring to speak. They thought, "The rumors about the madam losing favor aren't confirmed.

'She still lives in the main house. If she truly lost favor, why wouldn't the master

send her to the side rooms or another courtyard? Instead, he stays in the study

himself?

'Everyone would gossip just for kidding, but this guy is seriously daring enough to offend the madam!

"Don't worry, my uncle's here. Nothing will happen." Myles waved his hand. “He'll definitely protect me."

He thought, 'My uncle doesn't like seeing me being useless, but he definitely dislikes the madam even more. A woman who hasn't even studied, who doesn't

know any better, has the nerve to manage the accounts and take control of the household's finances from my uncle.'

"Since she started managing the accounts, several of our playmates who used to

play cards with me have been kicked out of the house," Myles sneered as he

looked at the others. "I just want to teach her a lesson."

To Myles, the ones who got kicked out were way better than the ones still here.

They were generous with Myles, took him out for debauchery, and even when he

lost money in cards, they never pressured him for it. They liked hearing him talk

about Enzo and loved listening to his bragging.

Just thinking about how those good days were ruined by Nyx made Myles grind his teeth in hatred.

He finally came by an opportunity for revenge today. He had planned to add something to her meal, but on the way, he met these people playing cards. He changed his mind and decided to let her go hungry instead. Myles continued, "The young master doesn't care about her now. For so many

days, he hasn't even seen her. As long as my uncle doesn't intervene, she has no

one to complain to."

"Shut up!" A furious shout suddenly interrupted him.