The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 89: It’s Over

"Miss Kane, currently, no potion can substitute for the calming effect of female spiritual powers."

Lady Lynn’s voice dropped slightly, tinged with a sense of helplessness.

Spiritual power calming is a unique innate ability of females.

As High Rank females, they can often stabilize the agitated emotions of males through resonance.

This is the law of nature, as well as the cornerstone of societal structure.

If there truly were something that could replace it, the entire order would waver.

Selene Kane was not in a hurry.

What she truly wanted to discuss wasn’t calming the males.

She quietly watched the flower petals falling outside the window, her gaze profound.

Spiritual power calming, to put it bluntly, is a kind of restraint for males.

What she truly cared about was enhancing the intensity of female spiritual powers.

Only when females are no longer viewed as "tools" or "attachments",

but instead possess independent and powerful spiritual support, can they truly break these shackles.

Yet this idea was too sensitive, she couldn’t easily voice it.

Mentioning males first was just to avoid making a wrong judgment.

After all, she had only met that Butterfly Clan female once, and couldn’t confirm if the effect was coincidental.

Data in the lab is certainly credible, but individual differences are too great.

One success might be a coincidence; ten times is a pattern.

She needed more evidence and a more reliable narrative to proceed further down this path.

What if it was merely that the other person happened to like this scent?

She whispered to herself, sketching a complex rune on the table with her fingertips.

If it’s a psychological effect, no amount of testing will help.

Only by eliminating all interfering factors can the truth be approached.

"Fortunately, there’s a ready test subject now."

She lifted her eyes toward the direction of the hall.

Although saying it like this might be a little harsh.

But with those three making a deafening noise, she felt almost utterly humiliated.

The crystal chandelier on the wall trembled, and the edges of the carpet were already curling up.

The air was filled with the volatile spiritual waves of males.

Lady Lynn, of course, understood her meaning and appeared slightly weary at the corners of her eyes.

These two sons of hers have been explosive since childhood, and now they’ve even married the same female.

She’s grateful Selene Kane hasn’t abandoned them.

She rubbed her temples, silently sighing in her heart.

Family alliances are already complicated, and yet these two kids refuse to give way.

Every three days a small quarrel, every five days a big fight, with plenty of gossip even from The Royal Court.

The butler, accompanied by others, stepped forward to pull the three apart.

A few attendants exerted themselves to hold Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair by their arms, cold sweat on their foreheads.

The collision of spiritual powers in the air continued relentlessly.

Zane remains at ease, playing with the two white tigers like kittens, his tail flicking quickly, his movements agile.

There was a smile on his lips, yet his gaze was frighteningly cold.

His spiritual power flowed like mercury, smooth without gaps, and steady enough to be daunting.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair couldn’t keep up, struggling for some time without so much as touching his tail.

Their temples throbbed visibly with anger, their fury mounting.

Zane’s strength far exceeded expectations, and what added to their embarrassment was that the fight looked to outsiders like the two brothers ganging up on one person yet gaining no advantage.

Evan Sinclair’s face darkened as he kicked out, the last vase by the door shattering at the sound.

Shards flew, the crisp sound tearing through the air.

Ceramic pieces landed on the carpet, reflecting their distorted reflections.

Ethan Sinclair pursed his lips, looking at Selene Kane with a pitiful expression, his eyes slightly reddened.

Before they even approached, both Selene Kane and Lady Lynn could already feel the turbulent instability of their spiritual powers within them.

Before they could speak, Selene Kane suddenly stood up, taking a step directly towards Evan Sinclair, raising her hand to spray it right in his face.

Still breathing heavily with anger, Evan Sinclair’s nose was immediately filled with a strong floral scent.

The fragrance was rich yet not overpowering, carrying the freshness of morning dew dripping on petals, mixed with a certain gentle warmth.

As the scent wafted in, his entire being seemed calmed, muscles relaxed, and a large portion of his anger dissipated.

The tension in his shoulders and back gradually eased, and even his breathing became smooth and deep.

Frowning, he looked down at Selene Kane, who was a head shorter than him, a few shades of confusion in his gaze.

"What are you doing?"

This time, Lady Lynn’s eyes widened suddenly, her pupils narrowing.

The teacup clattered as it was knocked over on the table’s edge, tea splattering everywhere, but she didn’t bother to clean it up.

She knew her son’s temper all too well.

Not to mention just after a fight, he could explode just as easily if scolded a few words normally, often resorting to breaking things.

His stubborn and fiery temper never really yielded to reason.

But now his reaction was completely out of the ordinary, so calm that it seemed unusual.

"Where are you feeling unwell?"

She quickly stepped forward, her voice slightly trembling, observing Evan Sinclair with worry, afraid he was holding back any condition.

Evan Sinclair, bewildered, shrugged at his mother’s sudden concern, then rotated his neck and shoulders, speaking with a relaxed tone: "Mom, I’m fine."

After a pause, he added: "I actually feel pretty comfortable right now."

Even his tone carried a hint of long-lost ease.

When that floral scent floated over just now, he felt as though much of the frustration of recent days had dissipated, and he didn’t feel as restless as before.

That relentless anxiety and aggression seemed to be gently soothed away.

Hearing this, Selene Kane’s eyes brightened as though discovering an astounding secret, and immediately turned to spray Ethan Sinclair as well.

Caught off guard, Ethan Sinclair was hit straight on with a spray, his nose tickled and, "Achoo—"

He sneezed loudly on the spot, raising a hand in haste to pinch his nose, retreating two steps with a grumble.

"That fish is really annoying, make him leave, stop blocking the view."

Lady Lynn gave him a sharp look, her eyes stern, chastising him bluntly: "Mind your words, child. Learn to get along with your brothers, stop being so petty and disrespectful."

She resumed her seat, gripping the cup of still untouched tea.

The tea’s surface quivered, reflecting her wavering emotions.

Her heart was in tumult, filled with excitement.

Being a senior researcher in military advanced spiritual power, she was well aware of what this signified.

If this floral scent could indeed stabilize uncontrolled spiritual power,

It could prevent countless soldiers from perishing due to mental breakdowns in battle!

If this thing could really be utilized in the military, how many lives could it save!

She didn’t rush to express her opinion, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"I’ve heard of several merchants trying floral and herb remedies, at most making moods lighter, offering slight calm but none truly stabilizing spiritual powers."

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair exchanged a glance.

They remained silent, hesitating for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Ultimately, they slowly, somewhat stiffly, sat on either side of Selene Kane.

Both were tall, broad-shouldered with muscular lines visible beneath their clothing.

Seated there, they exuded an intimidating aura.

Middle inmersed zwang, Selene Kane immediately felt the space compressing to its limit, her breathing becoming somewhat difficult.

She shrank slightly, yet still felt almost suffocated by the pressure.

She could distinctly sense two incredibly dominant presences pressing in from either side.

Their intensity was too overwhelming to ignore.

This is bad, this is really bad...