The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 143: Something’s Wrong

The fingers repeatedly and unconsciously rubbed the delicate carved patterns on the edge of the gift box.

Caleb Shaw sat quietly beside her, not daring to make any noticeable movent.

Finally, she could only open a system dialogue in her mind and lowly ask, "System, what if I say sothing wrong and anger the Empress, and then get beheaded on the spot?"

The system was silent for a few seconds, seemingly evaluating the risk level.

Then it seriously replied, "According to the ergency plan, this situation is considered a force majeure event, beyond the system’s intervention scope. If the host unfortunately dies, I can only activate a backup plan, replace with a new host to continue the mission."

Selene Kane: "..."

She was at a loss, feeling a chill in her heart.

Knew it, this guy can’t be relied on at critical monts!

She once naïvely thought that in case sothing happened, she could count on the system to restart.

But it turns out all of this is just her wishful thinking.

When it really cos to life and death, she’s still the first to be eliminated, the one to be abandoned.

"Hoo."

She took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the chaotic emotions back into her heart.

When the spaceship slowly landed at the grand Royal Palace, she even unconsciously lightened her breathing.

All around stood tall beastman soldiers, each nearly two ters tall.

They weren’t completely in human form.

Even without saying a word, rely standing there quietly, they exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

To be honest, Selene Kane wasn’t particularly afraid of these soldiers.

After all, she had witnessed plenty of ferocious warriors on the battlefield.

What she truly couldn’t bear was this almost ceremonial solemnity, from the red carpet laid on the ground to the hovering guardian drones in the air.

Caleb Shaw seed to see through the fluctuation in her heart, naturally pulling her into his arms for protection.

The surrounding guards, upon seeing his presence, began to slightly tremble in their originally straight posture.

Many even had a trace of excitent flashing through their eyes.

Standing to the side, Selene Kane peeked at the nearly worshipful gaze of those around her.

"You’re quite a celebrity, aren’t you?"

"Even if you keep that stern face all day, looking unapproachable, they aren’t afraid of you. Instead, they keep crowding around."

Caleb Shaw’s expression stiffened upon hearing her words.

He tightened the arm around her waist subconsciously, not strongly, but it showed so tension.

"I’m not like that every day."

In fact, only when facing her did he keep a stern face and remain silent.

It wasn’t indifference, but a kind of indescribable restraint.

As soon as he said this, both of them froze slightly.

Selene Kane widened her eyes a bit, seemingly not expecting him to suddenly retort.

The air seed to freeze instantly.

The atmosphere beca so awkward that it could almost be wrung out.

Who would have thought that the duo, once constantly at odds on the training ground, could now sit so calmly side by side?

Selene Kane lowered her lashes, unconsciously rubbing the gift box in her hands.

The ribbon was a light gold color, ticulously wrapped without any flaw.

She knew it contained a set of intelligent clothing prototypes that she had spent sleepless weeks designing.

Incorporating the latest biotric sensing technology and traditional embroidery, it was truly a labor of love.

Yet before she could co up with a strategy, a ceremonial officer in a black uniform approached.

That person’s smile was polite, the curve at the corner of his mouth just right.

He reached out swiftly, speaking calmly.

"Just give it to ; I’ll register and arrange it."

Selene Kane was startled and instinctively let go of her grip.

When the man’s fingers just touched the gift box, she suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

But she finally let go.

It was only then that Selene Kane truly noticed that more and more guests were gathering around.

Walking in groups from both sides of the passage into the hall.

Among them were nas she had only seen in the news and social dia.

All big nas and important figures.

This situation was completely different from what she had anticipated?

She originally thought this was just a private, small exhibition, with at most dozens of attendees, judged personally by the Empress.

What she wanted wasn’t ordinary recognition, but for the high and mighty ruler to personally see her capabilities.

But now, the scene was set grandly.

She painstakingly achieved the most perfect result, yet didn’t even make the backup list.

The closer she walked towards the center, the brighter the chandeliers shone in the banquet hall.

However, Caleb Shaw’s expression grew increasingly darker.

Finally, just a dozen steps away from the main stage, he suddenly halted and turned to look at Selene Kane.

"Female Master, what did your invitation say?"

This sudden question left Selene Kane montarily bewildered.

"It just invited us to the banquet," she raised her head slightly, "They said the Empire recently had auspicious events, celebrating nationwide, and specifically invited us ritorious officials to attend the feast, and emphasized, we must dress decently and not lose etiquette."

As she spoke, she suddenly recalled sothing, eyes lighting up, and the corners of her mouth inevitably turned upward.

"Oh right, the letter also specifically ntioned, no headpieces allowed, not even the simplest hairpin."

Haha, she chuckled inwardly, could it be they’re going to crown her?

After all, such a grand invitation, with auspicious events lining up, surely they didn’t invite people just to stand around and watch?

But then, thinking again, she imdiately dismissed the idea.

That can’t be right; she’s not a mber of the Royal Family, nor does she have pure enough bloodline.

How could it possibly be her turn to be crowned?

Could it be they’re going to make her a Princess?

I’ve heard of similar precedents in the previous dynasty.

Commoner won sealed for their rits, enjoying royal treatnt.

Recently, the StarNet’s trend has gone wild.

The potion she personally concocted has seen absurd prices on both the black market and official auctions.

A bottle of fragrance stabilizer priced under five hundred credit points now starting at fifty thousand.

Even those usually dismissive strong races have begun to desperately purchase it.

More crucially, everyone’s trying to find out who made this potion.

The na of the developer has beco the biggest mystery on StarNet.

The inventor has been praised to near Beast God levels, almost worshiped globally.

The future path, shining so brightly it’s almost blinding.

Yet suddenly, Caleb Shaw tightened her hand, his knuckles slightly whitening.

He lowered his voice, husky and serious, "Female Master, sothing’s off. The Royal Palace’s banquets have always been held in the main hall, spacious and luxurious, enough to accommodate noble guests from a hundred clans, adhering to the strictest protocols. But the direction we’re heading... is not towards the main hall at all."

"It’s not the main hall?"

Selene Kane blinked, looking sowhat confusedly at him.

"Then where is it? Could it be they’ve changed the venue?"

"It’s the side hall."

Caleb Shaw replied deeply.

"The lower-standard ones, usually used only for small receptions or family etings, never for official banquets."

"Huh?"

Selene Kane tilted her head, a small puff appearing on her cheek.

"What about the side hall? Can’t you eat there? I don’t care where I sit, as long as the food isn’t too terrible."