The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 167: Born This Way

Back when those males were around, life was comfortable; she did whatever she wanted, enjoyed herself however she pleased.

But who would have thought she’d catch the eye of those people at the top?

They were just a small circle of playmates, yet they got dragged into a power struggle like pawns.

It’s as if she’d been cursed for eight lifetimes, with no chance to turn the tide.

"Get up!"

She suddenly sat up.

No matter how bad things got, the day was still bright, and life had to go on.

After all, she’d weathered all kinds of storms; what’s this compared to that?

She wasn’t someone who would crumble at the first setback.

Her lower abdomen felt warm, just like before, with a faintly peculiar sensation.

She sighed softly, raising a hand to gently stroke her stomach, her tone complex.

"Your efficiency is impressive."

"Of course," Heath Langdon laughed, his voice a bit light-hearted with a hint of flattery, "How could we let you go hungry? We definitely remember."

The words were sweet... but for next time, she really hoped he wouldn’t say them.

She muttered inwardly, but showed nothing on her face, just silently pulled back the covers, ready for a new day.

After she washed her face and thoroughly rinsed her mouth, she softly splashed warm water on her cheeks.

The girl in the mirror had clear eyes, with a touch of sleepy laziness.

She flicked the water droplets off her hands and pushed open the bathroom door.

But as soon as the door opened, the scene inside caused her to pause slightly.

The big guy who was dozing by the bed, Heath Langdon, had vanished without a trace.

The room was empty, the curtains lifted slightly by the morning breeze.

And in that patch of light, a little butterfly glowing faintly fluttered about anxiously.

Selene Kane’s gaze flickered, and a smile involuntarily curved her lips.

She didn’t speak, nor did she chase after it, but quietly stood at the door.

Watching the little butterfly flit about in the air, sometimes crashing into the wall, sometimes tumbling into the lampshade.

She stepped out gently, raising her right hand.

The butterfly seemed to sense something, suddenly pausing, hesitantly hovering in the air for a moment.

Then, it flew toward her.

Selene Kane’s wrist lifted slightly, her fingertips steady in the air.

In the next moment, the little creature actually settled in her palm, its wings trembling softly.

"Long time no see."

She extended a finger from her other hand, cautiously touching its delicate, silk-like antennae.

Oddly enough, this time, it didn’t enthusiastically cling to her as before, twirling around her finger.

Instead, it tightly folded its wings, curling up into a tiny ball, its furry body trembling faintly.

"What’s wrong?"

Selene Kane tilted her head, her eyes carrying a teasing smile.

"So quiet today? Become a mute butterfly, have you?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

She intentionally teased it, yet the little creature only gave a slight wing flap.

It didn’t even attempt to fly, merely spinning half a circle in place.

And what softened her heart even more was its face...

No, the tip of its wings had quietly turned a shade of pale pink.

No, the whole butterfly just stayed stiff in her palm, as if frozen by some spell, not daring to move.

Selene Kane didn’t pursue further.

She merely squatted down quietly, placing her palm flat on her knee, as if cradling a fragile treasure.

She knew him well.

Too well.

The Heath Langdon from before couldn’t keep quiet for three seconds at a time.

Any thought that crossed his mind would soon spill out in a clatter.

She didn’t urge him on, didn’t say anything further.

Just used the side of her thumb to gently caress the edge of his wing.

Time gradually slipped away.

The sunlight outside crawled from her knee to her dress hem.

She gazed at the little figure in that point of light, her eyes growing slightly sore.

Just as she thought he might never speak.

The curled-up little butterfly suddenly quivered slightly.

"Female Master... it’s me, Heath Langdon."

He choked a bit, barely daring to meet her eyes.

Lately, he’s been spontaneously reverting to his original form without any warning.

Not because he intended to cast a spell or because his spiritual power went on a rampage, but... it was as if his body decided on its own.

Every time he awoke, it was in a strange place.

In a patch of grass, under an eave, even once...

He found himself wedged between the iron bars of a sewer grate, soaking wet.

The worst part was, he couldn’t remember what happened during the night.

As if the memories had been devoured by a black hole, leaving nothing but a void.

If it weren’t for waking up one time with a layer of light blue scale dust on him...

The protective marks on her studio’s door handle were the only place he’d ever seen them.

He wouldn’t have known that he’d secretly flown to her workplace.

Just now...

As she walked into the bathroom, his mind was filled with thoughts of her.

Wanting to see her, talk to her, even if it was just to hear her hum a tune.

The thought arose, and before he had a chance to act, he abruptly transformed, exploding into butterfly form.

But this time was different.

He hadn’t cast any spell, hadn’t had any emotional surge, not even the slightest sign.

Just suddenly changed.

More bizarrely, his mind was filled with memories that didn’t belong to this time.

Fragmented, yet piercingly clear.

That person who clung to her every night, nagging endlessly, refusing to leave...

Could that really be him?

The thought of his past self being so clingy, so shamelessly sticking around her, made him—his whole butterfly—want to burst.

Selene Kane listened quietly, her gaze shifting from initial surprise to deep contemplation.

Finally, she understood.

The timid little butterfly before her was Heath Langdon.

But not just the simple-minded big guy from before, nor just the Butterfly Clan warrior who only knew how to bluster and show off.

It was the former him and the current him, fully merged into one.

The suppressed memories, the locked-away emotions, the forcibly severed self—all had returned.

That’s why he was so shy, so awkward, unable to get even a sentence out properly.

"Hmm."

"Hmm, no matter what you turn into, I like it."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on his softly trembling wings, her expression tender.

Butterfly Clan were naturally captivating without relying on charm.

Their beauty was a natural gift.

Like Alza, whose flamboyant and intense allure made it impossible to look away.

But Heath Langdon... he was different.

His wings were so delicate they let light through, not because they were transparent, but because they were so pure.

It was an extreme purity, completely white, without a hint of impurity or flaw.

In that moment, heartbeats seemed frozen.

This size was just right.

In the Beast World, beastmen with strong spiritual power often had enormous original forms, intimidating and imposing.

For example, Caleb Shaw’s deputy, when fully unfurled, his wings were over a meter long.

But Heath Langdon... was naturally in this form.

Even after countless years of adulthood, his form remained perpetually juvenile.

Even Caleb Shaw was the same, despite being a dignified Beast Army Commander.

His original form was small, like a carefully sculpted toy.

With fluffy ears and tiny limbs, looking entirely non-threatening, let alone imposing.