The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 74: Who Was It?

Selene Kane lightly shook her head, gracefully declining the butler’s offer of hot tea and the suggestion to sit down and rest.

She knew in her heart, it was already this late.

The night outside had already grown impossibly thick, the cold wind howling through the stone cracks outside the castle.

As soon as Caleb Shaw’s side finishes, they must leave immediately, and hurry back home.

Ethan Sinclair and Evan Sinclair stood quietly behind her, one on the left and one on the right.

Their backs were straight, their beast ears slightly pressed down.

The two exchanged a glance, both reading shock in each other’s eyes.

Could what their mother just said really be true?

Their father was an A-level spiritual power user, such a level of existence rare within The Federation.

Once spiritual power loses control, the berserk beast nature is nearly unstoppable.

In the past, the solution was either relying on top-tier females for long periods of calming,

or having a higher rank spiritual suppressor forcibly suppress it.

But doing so not only consumes the suppressor greatly but could also leave serious aftereffects.

Yet just now, Selene Kane lightly handed over a bottle of seemingly ordinary perfume and sprayed a few times.

Father’s violent emotions began to settle within a mere few dozen seconds.

This was simply unimaginable, it even overturned the education and understanding they had held for many years.

But regardless, at this moment, their hearts were filled only with genuine gratitude.

They grew up in a noble family, having witnessed too many times when beast husbands would lose control and be abandoned by females.

Those once proud and mighty warriors, after mental collapse, faced broken engagements, expulsion, even public humiliation.

That pain of having dignity crushed.

No one wished to endure it, nor let their family suffer it.

Thus, no matter how they once looked down on Selene Kane, thinking her as coming from a common background with no connections, they dared not truly allow their father to fall into complete berserk.

No matter how embarrassed, no matter how unwilling, they had to bow, they had to speak up.

Selene Kane waited for a long time, the clock in the hall chiming twice, but still Caleb Shaw had not returned.

Her heart sank deeper, her fingertips slightly chilled.

Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke.

"Lady Lynn, excuse me, I wish to personally check on Caleb Shaw. It’s been so long without word, I truly... can’t rest easy."

Logically, things should have ended by now.

The calming process for beast husbands is indeed complex.

But with the efficiency of her professional team, it should take no more than half an hour.

Now it’s been nearly double the expected time, even she began to feel uneasy.

She nodded slowly, her tone steady yet carrying a touch of urgency.

"Alright, I’ll have the butler take you there. Use the secret passage, it will save time."

Duke Osborne’s castle is an old mansion passed down from ancestors, nearly two hundred years old.

Though the architecture appears somewhat dated, with mottled stone walls, some wooden beams needing repair.

But those thick stone walls, deep green vines reaching the rooftop, the iron gate carved with ancient totems.

Everywhere exudes a heavy sense of history.

Merely standing before that three-meter high oak door invokes awe without conscious thought.

Yet Selene Kane had no mind to admire the architecture now.

Her steps quick, following the butler through a narrow secret passage.

That familiar premonition grew stronger.

Not an illusion, not anxiety, but an almost instinctual intuition.

Caleb Shaw was in trouble.

"My God!"

The butler suddenly cried out.

His hand shook the lantern violently, the candle flames flickering fiercely, illuminating his pale face.

His leg softened, knees collapsing heavily to the ground, nearly kneeling directly.

Selene Kane’s face darkened, her heart tightened suddenly.

She stepped forward quickly, past the butler’s shoulder, the scene before her stopping her breath, her heart seemingly ceasing to beat.

In the room at the end of the corridor, Caleb Shaw’s figure lay in a pool of blood, the clothing on his chest torn, his arms covered in deep, bone-visible claw marks.

His eyes were hollow, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

On the ground, several bloodied beastmen lay.

They were scattered across the pool of blood, limbs twisted, breathing weak, some still convulsing painfully.

Blood snaked along the floor.

Not just beastmen, but many humans in The Federation officer uniforms sat limply, too.

Each holding broken arms or twisted legs, moaning in suppressed, low tones.

At the center stood a massive black panther.

Its mouth still smeared with fresh blood, fangs stained with flesh.

Crimson blood dripped from its sharp claws.

The panther bared its teeth, growling low at Caleb Shaw, its throat rolling out threats.

"Uh!"

The butler suddenly fell to one knee, cold sweat pouring from his forehead, hands tightly covering his temples.

His whole body huddled, breathing rapid, veins protruding on his forehead.

Selene Kane herself couldn’t feel the impact of the spiritual power.

For her innate spiritual trait was calming and soothing, not perception or resistance.

But she was always the calming side, adept at easing others’ emotions.

Seeing the butler react this way, she immediately understood.

The opponent’s spiritual power was not only powerful but extremely unstable, its intensity terrifyingly high.

"System, what level is this guy?"

Selene Kane quickly inquired within her mind, her tone carrying a hint of tension.

"S-level."

The system’s cold voice echoed in her mind.

Selene Kane’s heart jolted, almost blurting out.

S-level spiritual users are exceedingly rare throughout The Federation.

And she barely stabilizes at B-level as a calming system spiritual power user.

Facing an A-level directly is already extremely challenging.

"Unbelievable! Aren’t S-levels supposed to be extremely rare? How come one’s here again?"

She lamented in her mind, forehead subtly sweating.

"Can I calm him with my current state?"

"Theoretically possible."

The system remained composed.

"But you are in a pregnancy period, your internal energy fluctuations unstable, the child providing some spiritual energy support, but very limited. You can only barely calm same-level S-levels, like Caleb Shaw himself, or lower-level C-levels, like Alza."

"It is recommended you leave the scene immediately to avoid unnecessary trouble."

The system added.

Selene Kane cursed inwardly, feeling today was truly unlucky.

She intended to depart swiftly while Caleb Shaw hadn’t noticed her, turning back toward the door.

Yet just as her feet moved, a low voice suddenly rose behind her.

"Female Master, where are you going?"

Selene Kane froze instantly, footsteps stationary, back turned icy, heart nearly stopping.

Done for, ran too slow.

She lamented inwardly, yet had to force a stiff smile.

"What’s happening here?"

"Does the Osborne Family have an S-level guest visiting? It’s indeed lively."

Please don’t ask me to calm, please don’t mention it, don’t mention it, don’t mention it.

That’s a level I simply cannot handle!

It was only now she truly saw Caleb Shaw’s appearance.

He still stood tall before the black panther.

Yet his chest’s uniform had been torn, revealing beneath a deep, bone-visible claw mark.

Blood-soaked, the fabric saturated in blood, its edge slowly seeping droplets.

Clearly, he had recently undergone fierce battle, severely wounded.

He was injured?

Selene Kane felt a shock in her heart.

With Caleb Shaw’s strength, anyone able to wound him in direct combat was certainly no ordinary person.

Who exactly was it?