Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 311 --.

The healer shook his head in disbelief, staring at the mushrooms as if they’d grown legs. "So... where do you even get these?"

Kaya shrugged. "Guess who? Um... just near the... you know, the riverside where the floats are washed, and where the... dirty..."

The healer’s face went a shade redder. "Okay, okay, fine. I understand," he said, though his tone betrayed the horror brewing behind his eyes.

Kaya, oblivious, continued. The place she’d described was where people washed their hands after... well, after relieving themselves. In other words: the latrine riverside. Nobody in their right mind would pick mushrooms there. The healer knew the place existed, of course, but never had he imagined someone else would actually go there... and willingly.

He opened his mouth to ask how she even knew red mushrooms grew there—who in their right mind would associate a latrine with poisonous mushrooms?—but Kaya beat him to it. She shrugged again and said casually, "I was just walking, and I saw them."

The healer froze, his expression turning utterly blank. "Walking...?"

Kaya’s face was expressionless, her tone neutral. "Yes. Walking."

The healer gawked at her like she had sprouted horns. What kind of person goes for a leisurely walk where people relieve themselves? Even in his tribe, nobody dared step foot there unless absolutely necessary. And yet here was this woman, strolling casually, spotting mushrooms in the latrine river like it was the most natural thing in the world.

What the healer didn’t know was that it wasn’t just the latrine riverside Kaya had explored. Every inch of the area around the tribe, she had already walked—or flown over with Veer. Kaya had developed a peculiar habit ever since joining the military: the very first thing she did in any new place was figure out every escape route, every advantage and disadvantage, every nook where she could hide or flee if needed. It had become second nature, engraved in her mind.

Even at home, even when sick or hospitalized, she couldn’t help herself—she always checked her surroundings, memorizing every shortcut, every obstacle, every potential danger. After waking from the coma, she had spent days circling the monkey drive hole. For the parts too difficult to navigate on foot, Veer had flown her there.

By now, Kaya knew the land intimately. She knew where the red mushrooms grew, where to find cheese nuts, where the lotus flowers bloomed, and more. At that moment, she literally knew more about the area than the healer ever had. Every corner, every path, every hidden detail—she had it mapped in her mind like a seasoned scout.

Kaya abruptly changed the subject. "So," she asked brightly, "what are you going to teach me today?"

The healer stared at her, his expression somewhere between helpless and annoyed. "It’s not that I’m teaching you," he muttered. "It’s that you barge in here while I’m working."

Kaya just shrugged again—deliberately this time, like she was making a point. "Well, thank you for the compliment," she said sweetly.

The healer blinked at her, momentarily speechless. He exhaled through his nose, shook his head, and turned back to the stone table where rows of herbs were spread out. Kaya plopped down beside him without being invited, sitting cross-legged like a student who had already claimed her spot.

The healer began sorting herbs, picking up each one slowly, muttering as he separated the dried stems and roots from fresh leaves. Kaya’s eyes followed his hands with sharp curiosity.

"What’s this red one for?" she asked, pointing to a pile of small crimson crumbs that looked like shaved wood.

The healer glanced at it briefly. "For swelling and vomiting."

"What type of swelling and vomiting?" she pressed, leaning closer. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Any type," he replied, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. "If you roast it slightly, grind it into a powder, and mix it with a little water, you can apply it to a swollen area and it will reduce the swelling. And if you’re feeling nauseous all the time, you can mix it into water and drink it. It helps a lot."

Kaya nodded slowly, like she was filing away every word. Her fingers hovered over the herb but she didn’t touch it.

After a pause, Kaya’s expression turned serious. "Then... what are its side effects?"

The healer froze, his hand paused mid-motion while he was picking herbs. He turned to her, blinking in surprise. "What?"

Kaya leaned slightly forward, eyes steady. "I asked—what are its side effects? I mean, what happens if you take too much, or too little? What bad reactions could it cause?"

The healer hesitated. No one who came to learn about herbs or medicine had ever asked a question like that. Normally, they wanted to know how to use the herb or how much to take. Never what could go wrong.

For a moment, he just stared at her, then took a deep breath. "It... can make you dizzy. It can make you sleep... more and more. Sometimes so deeply that you can’t even wake up on your own." He paused, weighing his words. "But once the effect wears off, the person wakes up."

Kaya nodded slowly, her gaze unwavering.

Kaya pointed to another herb—a dried flower, purple, almost like a tiny daisy. "And this one?" she asked.

The healer examined it carefully. "This is for pregnant women. If taken two or three times a day, it helps keep the child smaller."

Kaya’s brow furrowed. "You mean... it stops the child from growing too large?"

The healer nodded. "Yes."

She paused thoughtfully. "Isn’t that... harmful?"

"Only slightly," he replied calmly. "But it can help. A smaller child reduces the risk of complications during birth, makes it easier for the mother."

Kaya jotted a note silently, her expression serious. "Okay," she said, as if filing away yet another piece of knowledge for later use.

As the healer continued explaining the uses of the herbs, Kaya kept pointing, asking questions, and listening intently. His tone remained serious, methodical, and patient, and the questions kept coming, one after another.