The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 172: True Form

"Claire, can you come in?"

Even though it was her own courtyard, Selene still raised her hand properly.

She stood in front of the door, her expression calm, her gaze steady.

Now, she had the power to control destiny and the qualification to choose forgiveness.

She didn’t plan to kill the other person anymore.

At least not for now.

If she could have one less enemy, she would.

That was the most sensible choice.

But if the person remained unrepentant and oblivious to decency.

Then crushing her wouldn’t take much effort.

In this world, law and order had long been torn apart.

In a society governed by law, ordinary people might still have a bit of human rights.

But in this harsh world of the Beast Clan, with its strict hierarchy, strength was what mattered.

Lacking a powerful background like Claire.

The reality was cruel, but reality couldn’t be changed.

Selene knew this well, because she too was once someone trampled underfoot.

Alza silently followed behind her, his fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes.

He used to see Claire every day, they couldn’t be more familiar with each other.

"Female Master."

He finally spoke softly, his voice dry.

Selene heard him but didn’t turn around, she slowly raised her hand and grasped his wrist in response.

"I’m here."

Alza trembled all over.

He stood frozen in place, his gaze slightly wavering.

"Okay!"

Inside the room, there was a brief silence.

Then, a slight sound came from within the door.

"Please... please come in."

Claire’s voice was noticeably tinged with fear.

She sat on the bed’s edge, her hands tightly gripping the gap in the door.

When Selene’s figure finally appeared at the doorway, she froze abruptly, her breath caught.

However, when her gaze passed over Selene and landed on Alza behind her, her taut nerves slightly relaxed.

She looked down at the thin quilt covering her.

It was her once favorite pale blue cotton fabric.

Looking up again, there was the yellowing old wallpaper on the wall, the pattern blurred, yet it was a mark of the years she had lived there.

The cracked ceramic cup at the corner of the table was a birthday gift from Selene last winter...

Everything was heartbreakingly familiar.

Suddenly her eyes felt hot, and her vision quickly blurred.

She quickly lowered her head, not wanting the other to see her weakness.

"You’ve come... to kill me, haven’t you?"

She finally spoke, her voice hoarse.

Selene didn’t answer, she just stepped inside the house.

"If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have saved you."

She paused, her tone still calm.

"Don’t say useless things anymore."

"From now on, we’ll be like before—as friends."

"How... could you forgive me? I treated you so cruelly..."

They had been bullied together, trembling under the same roof.

But Selene suddenly awakened her S-level spiritual power.

Within a few days, she was paired with Caleb Shaw.

The man who stood at the top of the galaxy.

At that moment, Claire’s world collapsed.

Her mind was in chaos, unable to think through the consequences.

So, she dug out the sterility herbs hidden deep in the cabinet.

She had bought them at a high price on the black market, meant to discard long ago.

She brewed that bowl of medicine herself, served it to Selene, smiling, saying, "Drink it, a farewell gift for you."

She said it was a blessing, but it was actually a curse.

"I am also a female, I understand what you think."

Selene suddenly spoke, interrupting her memories.

Her voice remained calm, but there was an underlying weariness.

"Between females, it’s either you die or I live. That’s the rule of this world."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on Alza before slowly moving back to Claire.

"I’ve taken care of Alza for so many years, I understand you hating me."

The room was silent.

Wind blew in from outside the window, lifting the edge of the curtain.

Claire stared blankly at Selene, her lips quivering slightly.

Meanwhile, she herself had removed all the fancy jewelry.

She wasn’t sickly dark, rather it was a healthy complexion from working under the sun for years.

That purity made Selene see all the clearer.

"It’s not like that."

Selene spoke in a gentle tone.

"How could it be? Mothers and daughters are also females, yet they love dearly, would give each other their hearts if they could."

"Even if sisters argue, the softest part of their hearts is always reserved for each other."

"Even if not a word is spoken, as long as the other needs, they’ll immediately rush up to take the hit."

Claire stood motionless.

The heat in her eyes caused tears to spill uncontrollably.

It’s different...

They had no blood relation, not even of the same species.

She was naturally aloof, never clinging, unaccustomed to relying on anyone.

Before, they’d squeezed into that drafty shack, gnawing on hard, stone-like rations.

Selene rarely smiled, her gaze always cold and distant.

Why was she suddenly saying these things now?

"I’m sorry... whatever you do to me, I accept it."

Selene’s voice suddenly softened.

Claire was taken aback, meeting those eyes, her heartbeat skipped a beat, her face flushed all at once.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?"

She stammered, her voice trembling so much it barely kept its tone, instinctively stepping back half a step.

"Because... I told you, you’re beautiful."

Selene’s reply was nonchalant.

Claire’s ears suddenly sprang up from her hair, the fluffy yellow-brown fox ears standing straight.

She almost jumped in shock, instantly realizing she exposed her true features, hurriedly raising her hands to cover her head.

The earth-yellow fur, so ordinary.

Ugly, she always thought.

"What’s wrong?"

Selene blinked, showing a hint of regret.

She contemplated the people around her.

Having seen so many male beastmen, it was her first time earnestly seeing a female beastman, and coincidentally a fox.

She was quite curious.

Were female beastmen’s ears also soft like the males?

Would they feel even smoother to the touch?

Yesterday, accidentally grabbing that tail, it was puffy like a cloud.

She secretly thought to herself.

If only she could snuggle up against it, it would be so stress-relieving, right?

Who wouldn’t love soft, fluffy things?

Caleb Shaw never changes into his true form, always cold, never showing even a single hair;

Heath Langdon is a little butterfly, his wings full of powder, which falls off at a touch, making her hands sticky.

Evan and Ethan Sinclair, though in Beast Form, their fur is hard and prickly, numbing her hands after a couple of strokes.

Alza’s texture is exceptional, his fur thick and smooth.

But whenever she tries to flip him over to give him a good rub, he wriggles away, leaving her back nearly rubbed bald nonetheless.

"I...my true form...is ugly."

Claire covered her head.

"Earth-yellow fur, not pretty at all, can’t even compare to the most ordinary foxes in the clan."

"It’s quite cute."

Without hesitation, Selene shook her head, thoughtfully recalling for a moment.

"You’re the epitome of the Fox Clan appearance. Small face, sharp ears, fluffy tail, a little prance in your step, as if walking on the wind."