The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 159: Hold Her

She mumbled to herself, a bitter, relieved smile tugging at her lips.

Just now, she was nearly scared to paralysis.

At one moment, she was pushed to the gates of hell, and the next, she was pulled back.

All thanks to Kate Windsor desperately pleading for her beside her.

Otherwise, the Empress might have rather killed by mistake than let anyone go.

After all, in this vortex of power, trust has always been the most luxurious thing.

Lucky the Empress didn’t make a move in front of Kate Windsor.

Though clearly furious, her temples throbbed with bulging veins.

She gently shook her head.

The Princess has always been protected like this, held in the palms, cradled in the mouth.

When will she ever truly shoulder responsibility?

If not for her taking on a completely non-coup mission, she would have long sought a breakthrough with the Princess.

The child is too soft, too easily swayed by tears.

Always feeling that the Princess is easy to coax.

A word, a tear, and she could be shaken.

Luckily she chose the path of usurpation.

If she had taken the path of a loyal minister, she would have long been devoured by this complex court, leaving not even bones.

"Female Master?"

Caleb Shaw walked over quickly, frowning.

He held a small baby in his arms, the child sleeping sweetly, her little face rosy.

Seeing Selene Kane standing there unharmed.

He looked shocked, his frown deepening.

"Your Majesty released you?"

Selene Kane smiled bitterly, raised a hand to smooth back her hair blown by the wind.

"Hearing your tone, is it quite unusual for me to come out alive?"

Caleb Shaw nodded seriously, eyes heavy.

"Indeed. Those whom Your Majesty personally interrogated, most have never seen the sunlight again. Either executed on the spot or disappeared silently into the depths of the dungeon, never to be heard from again."

"..."

Selene Kane was silent for a moment, gazing at the pitch-black night sky, speaking softly, "Perhaps I’m just a bit luckier."

"Why are you carrying the child here?"

At this moment, she was too lazy to pursue what was right or wrong.

With things as they are, the most important is to stabilize the situation, to save herself.

She no longer has a retreat, cannot at this critical moment push her strongest ally to the opposite side.

Emotions and reasoning can be put aside, survival comes first.

As long as Caleb Shaw is still on her side, even if just a knife in hand, she can borrow strength to counterattack.

And once she loses his support, she will be utterly isolated.

As long as she stabilizes Caleb Shaw, except for issues of principle.

At other times, he is the most handy knife.

She cannot, due to a moment’s impulsivity, destroy this hard-won trust and cooperation.

"Female Master."

Caleb Shaw’s eyes sank, his voice a bit hoarse.

"I can sense your spiritual power fluctuations, but others deny it no matter what. They say it’s impossible for you to have S-level spiritual power, but I know, I am not wrong. So I immediately went home, tested the child’s spirit level, result was S-level, just like us. I brought her here, wanting to prove we didn’t perceive wrong. It’s not an illusion, nor a delusion."

"You indeed have S-level spiritual power."

"Though I don’t understand why you are unwilling to show it in public, perhaps out of caution, or maybe there’s another reason. But my feelings won’t change, I will always trust you. No matter what others say, I’m on your side."

Selene Kane tugged at her mouth.

She actually really wanted to question him.

Then how could you have fired that shot just now?

That shot, nearly pushed her to the brink.

At that moment, she thought she would die.

But as she opened her mouth, she never managed to speak.

Some words, once spoken, hurt instead.

And she now, cannot withstand any cracks.

"Let’s go home."

Only this sentence, yet it seemed to lightly lay down all the heavy past.

Going home means safety, means a brief respite.

In this world, she is already utterly exhausted.

Every time she thinks life can finally be a bit stable, new troubles pop up unexpectedly.

She doesn’t belong here, yet she must survive here.

Here, she must be cautious everywhere.

Spiritual power, reproductive ability, the hierarchical system of Beastman Society, the power relations between Female and Male Masters...

These things are all strange to her.

She has to learn, pretend, act.

She can only do her best to adapt to the rules here, act like a local, not reveal any flaws.

A wrong step, and she loses everything.

Today she luckily got through, what about tomorrow?

The day after tomorrow?

She does not know how much longer she can hold.

The system won’t tell her what will happen next.

Before, she didn’t even consider spiritual power as the main point.

Thought it was enough to just complete the task, accumulate enough points, and get the rewards.

But today she stumbled deeply.

No wonder the system has been reluctant to urge her to get pregnant.

Turned out it’s because to continuously use spiritual power, she must seamlessly enter the pregnancy period.

The release of spiritual power is closely related to gestation.

Once overused, she must get pregnant quickly, otherwise the body won’t be able to bear it, might even collapse.

At first, she thought it was just about completing tasks to exchange for points and rewards.

Now she realized, the burden on her back is getting heavier and heavier.

She can no longer randomly release spiritual power to Calm others as she used to, can no longer easily expose her ability.

Over time, just using the word "selfish" isn’t enough.

Others will suspect, will question, will force her to explain.

Moreover, she has to transfer points to Kate Windsor.

Caleb Shaw stood in the wind, his clothes fluttering loudly.

Cold wind whipped sand over his shoulders.

Yet the tiny baby tightly cuddled in his arms wasn’t hit by the wind at all.

No matter how tired he was himself, he wouldn’t let go.

The child is very small, cheeks red and plump, only capable of crying loudly.

She has already smelled the mother’s scent, that familiar aroma calming her heart.

But because she couldn’t see her mom, she became even more aggrieved.

So she cried even harder, her little face red, tears and snot smearing her face.

Beastman children here, born sensitive.

Needing the comfort of their parents’ spiritual power to calm down.

Without the soothing of a spiritual field, they would be restless, fearful.

Now only Caleb Shaw was holding her, but she was clearly unsatisfied.

She stirred her body, little hands and feet kicking chaotically, letting out intermittent whimpers.

She knew her mom was nearby, could sense that familiar scent, yet couldn’t see her, becoming even more anxious inside.

"Female Master, please hold her."

Caleb Shaw said softly.

He knew Selene Kane’s emotions were complex at the moment.

But he also knew better, the child needed the mother’s spiritual field.

Dragging on longer would be bad for the child.

Selene Kane stared at the child for a long time, her gaze resting on that face red from crying.

She couldn’t help but want to reach out and touch that smooth, tender little face.

But upon looking down, her own hands were full of dirt and grime.

She hesitated for a moment, ultimately withdrawing her hand.

"Forget it, I’m too dirty, let’s go home first. After I wash up, I’ll hold her."

Caleb Shaw looked particularly exhausted, the whole person once again becoming like before, cold and tough.

His eyes empty, standing in the wind like a lone peak.

Just now, when he became a father, he thought he was the happiest man in the world.

The past twenty-something years had been gray and dreary.

Now finally there’s a light, and there’s hope.

Child, family, and her.

He believed, everything would get better.

How in a blink of an eye, did everything collapse?

Trust demolished, doubts everywhere, even the most basic recognition stripped away.