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 imdiately, and hurry back ho.

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 consus the suppressor greatly but could also leave serious aftereffects.

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

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

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

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

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

Those once proud and mighty warriors, after ntal collapse, faced broken engagents, 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 ti, 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 , 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 ti, 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 ti."

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

Though the architecture appears sowhat dated, with mottled stone walls, so 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.

rely standing before that three-ter 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 flas 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 beastn lay.

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

Blood snaked along the floor.

Not just beastn, 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 sared 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 imdiately understood.

The opponent’s spiritual power was not only powerful but extrely 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 extrely challenging.

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

She lanted 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 so spiritual energy support, but very limited. You can only barely calm sa-level S-levels, like Caleb Shaw himself, or lower-level C-levels, like Alza."

"It is recomnded you leave the scene imdiately 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 lanted 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 to calm, please don’t ntion it, don’t ntion it, don’t ntion 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?