The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle Chapter 23: Ruthless and Merciless

He suddenly raised his head, eagerly retorting, "That’s not true! How could I possibly like that ugly and cruel woman? She always whipped ; how could I like her?!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, his gaze sneakily shifted to Selene, only to collide with her smiling face.

In that instant, his tongue seed to tie itself in knots.

He could only blush red, lower his head, and remain silent.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the atmosphere gradually eased.

Soon after, Selene and her group, under the guidance of Lady Wynn, entered the main hall of the mansion.

Upon entering the opulent hall.

Sitting on the high seat was Empress Rowena.

Lady Wynn was the first to bow in salute.

"Esteed Her Majesty the Empress, please allow to express my deepest respect. May you remain eternal."

The other guests imdiately knelt down in unison, all paying respects to the Empress.

Though Selene felt a bit uncomfortable inside, she dared not make a reckless move. She could only force down her discontent and join everyone in kneeling.

"You may rise."

The Empress’s voice was not loud.

Selene slowly stood up, raising her eyes, and happened to et the Empress’s gaze.

The Empress smiled gently, her lips curling slightly upward.

Then, she slowly shifted her gaze, sweeping over everyone present one by one.

"The Empire thrives because of you. Here, I toast to each of you."

She raised the goblet in her hand.

And everyone present, whether an old minister long settled in the center of power or a young person attending such a grand banquet for the first ti, could not ignore the sense of oppression.

Even just a mont’s eye contact made one feel breathless.

Even Selene was sowhat tense, her fingers gently clenching, resting on her legs beneath the tablecloth.

Selene’s holand had long abandoned the monarch system, and its society had moved towards a republic.

Her living environnt leaned more towards the freedom and equality of modern society.

She had never truly co into contact with those lofty figures.

Her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, and even her breathing beca cautious.

But for Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair, such occasions were more than suitable.

The two of them, dressed in formal attire, looked immaculate and exuded noble deanor in their manners.

Years of rigorous training and aristocratic education had deeply embedded itself in their conduct.

As for Selene, she propped her chin up, watching them in boredom.

They handled the guests with ease, yet she felt only weariness.

Ever since she beca pregnant, her body seed to have a persistent fatigue that couldn’t be shaken off.

Since the banquet began, everyone engaged in frequent exchanges, mutual introductions, and mutual toasts.

The scene was once particularly lively.

Yet no one truly noticed Selene in the corner.

Evan Sinclair and Ethan Sinclair were a pair of twin brothers.

From birth, they had almost never been apart, always inseparable.

They seed intentionally to ignore Selene, while those around them were uncertain how to engage her in conversation.

Thus, she remained quietly "forgotten" in the corner of this lively scene.

Finding it extrely dull, she decided to stand up, planning to go outside for so fresh air.

Being the private estate of Duke Osborne, the building was naturally grand.

It was one of the few mansions even in the entire Interstellar Federation.

The decor inside the manor was extrely luxurious.

Even more astonishing were the many rare, even nearly extinct, plants found throughout the galaxy.

Here, however, they were seen everywhere.

She slowly walked along the shaded path forward.

Suddenly, she heard a series of crisp tal collisions.

Accompanied by a sound of heavy splashing.

She stopped in her tracks, following the sound with her gaze and fixing her eyes on a half-closed window ahead.

Through the sowhat aged window lattice, Selene unexpectedly saw a rmaid she had once seen in photographs.

The rmaid was struggling in a luxurious, yet slightly eerie bathtub, body ensnared by loop after loop of heavy chains.

The chains wrapped around his chest, abdon, neck, and those strong arms.

The friction between chains and skin emitted a faint scraping sound.

There was a flash of amazent in Selene’s eyes.

Could the legendary rmaids, who could cry pearls, truly exist?

And appear right in front of her?

She carefully lowered her body, lightly crouched on the damp ground, holding her breath, ready to act at the right mont.

As soon as the opportunity arose, she could seize the chance to blend in.

To see if there was a chance to make a huge gain on the side.

At this ti, not far from her, several staff mbers wearing white hats and dressed in uniform, were holding sharp harpoons, fiercely stabbing at the rmaid.

"Damn it, why is this fish so hard to deal with? If the important events at the banquet are delayed, and the master holds us accountable, none of us will live in peace!"

Selene slightly tilted her ear, listening, with her face full of confusion, a question rising in her heart, "What do they an by ’handling’? What is this process?"

The people launched consecutive attacks, yet could never hit the critical point.

Water splashed everywhere, their sweat pouring down.

In the water, their movents were hampered, lacking agility far more than needed.

Several attacks rely grazed the rmaid’s tail.

But the strength was considerable, scales were flipped over, and beads of blood slowly spread with the water flow.

The once-clear water surface slowly blushed with a light red bloom.

The rmaid let out a low, painful groan.

Blue hair drifted unpredictably in the water.

"Hurry, he’s not going to last long. Put so more effort!"

"Heh heh, today, with the Empress at the banquet, we can’t be lacking in the finest fresh sashimi; we must present the best ingredient!"

Another person grinned, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

The people inside grew more and more excited as they listened.

The rmaid was finally enraged, his once gentle eyes now filled with hostility, baring sharp teeth.

Seeing this, Selene frowned, her face filled with question marks.

Her mind was in chaos.

"Sashimi? They want to treat this rmaid as food? What kind of joke is this? Isn’t this world supposed to be the legendary Beast World? Shouldn’t humans and the Beast Clan coexist peacefully? How could the Beastman Race eat people?"

Just as she was about to say sothing, a voice suddenly echoed in her mind.

"Though the land has explicit prohibitions against consuming humanoid lives, the Sea-kin have not been unified under managent. Only so rmaids have completed the transformation ceremony into truly intelligent life forms, so so land-based Beastman Populace still habitually consu rmaids as food."

The system’s voice spoke coldly and chanically.

Selene nearly spat out her saliva, a wave of nausea rising in her heart.

If she hadn’t tily intervened, she might have unwittingly eaten rmaid at in the future without realizing it.

"This circle is indeed a bit chaotic."

Selene murmured to herself.

Selene turned her head with the intent to leave.

"Save ..."

His voice was incredibly weak, drifting intermittently into Selene’s ears.

His movents of hands and feet were becoming increasingly sluggish, even breathing had beco difficult.