Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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Arlong thought, 'Master isn't the type to show off. Why was he acting this way?

Even though Arlong was a close servant, he came from a background of a death soldier and hadn't learned to flatter, but with how obvious his master's intentions were, he had no choice but to force himself to praise. "Truly, this is an incredibly rare and exquisite item."

He meant it as a compliment, but it was also heartfelt.

Over the years, since he had been with Erik, Arlong had traveled far and wide, seen many things, but he had never seen an embroiderer with such skill. A small sachet could have such a lifelike wolf embroidered on it. It was as if the wolf would leap out if you stared at it too long.

He couldn't help but praise her again, the words flowing more smoothly, and for the first time, he realized he had a knack for flattery.

Erik listened silently, not interrupting or even nodding

Arlong couldn't tell whether his master was satisfied or not, and his heart pounded nervously. He thought. Did I praise the wrong thing!

He could tell his master wanted praise, but he wasn't sure whether it should be for the sachet or for himself.

After hesitating, he decided to try again. "Master, you're truly extraordinary, dignified and elegant. What wouldn't look good on you? It's just that you never liked decorations before. If anyone else wore this sachet, it wouldn't carry the same elegance."

Erik's brow suddenly furrowed, and he coughed loudly.

Arlong immediately fell silent. He thought, 'Alright, I got it. I'm supposed to praise the sachet

"Uh.. this sachet really matches your temperament, master. It's truly worthy of being made by the lady herself." He suddenly had an idea and changed his approach. He saw that his master's expression improved a lot.

Just as Arlong was about to keep going, Nyx raised her hand to interrupt, "Stop." "It's just an ordinary sachet." She had already had enough of such exaggerated compliments and felt so awkward she wanted to hide herself.

"No, it's not ordinary." Erik gently gripped the sachet and solemnly disagreed.

Regardless of how beautiful it was, just the thought behind it made it special to him.

But since Nyx didn't want to hear it anymore, he had no choice but to wave and dismiss Arlong. "Go ask the kitchen to send a bowl of nourishing soup, and also get some dried fruits and paper and pens."

Arlong left in response, but inwardly, he felt something was off. He thought, It's not like my master ever asks for so many things. Why is there so much to do today?"

The entire afternoon, the previously quiet courtyard was bustling, with servants coming and going. Almost everyone noticed the new, exquisite sachet hanging prominently from their young master's waist, and it quickly became the subject of gossip.

"Hey, did you see that?"

You mean the sachet? Of course, I saw it. I'm not blind"

"Is it really a sachet? I thought I was seeing things..."

"The young master never wore stuff like that before. What's going on today?"

"Teh, don't you know? It's the lady's handiwork."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a brief silence, followed by an eruption of chatter.

"What?"

"Is that true?"

"How do you know?"

"Of course it's true. Who else could have made it? The person who spoke was surrounded by curious faces, grinning as they crossed their arms. "The young master told me himself."

"Get out of here."

Hearing this, the curious expressions on everyone's faces turned to ones of annoyance as they realized they'd been tricked. "Alright, everyone scatter."

They thought. When the young master was still lively and cheerful, he never chatted about these trivial things with them. After his injury, he became even quieter and more withdrawn. It's impossible that he would have told this person.

"I'm telling the truth." The person seemed desperate when no one believed him. "Just now, when I went to deliver the paper and pens, I saw the young master wearing the sachet.

"At first, I didn't dare look too long, but then the young master stood up and walked a few steps, and the sachet swayed in front of me, almost like he wanted me to see it.

I couldn't resist staring at it for a few moments. And then, out of nowhere, the

young master asked me, 'Does it look good?

At this point, everyone held their breath, listening intently.

They were all curious about the sachet but dared not look too long, at most sneaking a few glances, afraid of angering Erik.

They thought, "This guy really had guts, getting caught by the young master. But he seems fine, like he hasn't been punished?

Sensing that everyone was now fully focused on him, the person gave a satisfied smile, no longer keeping them in suspense.

He continued, "I was scared out of my mind, thinking I'd be punished. I knelt and begged for forgiveness... But to my surprise, the young master didn't mention punishment at all. He just asked again, 'Does it look good?"

"I was so stunned, I just nodded and kept saying, 'It looks good, it looks good. I could vaguely hear the young master laughing, and he said, 'This is made by the lady, so of course it looks good."

After he finished, everyone exchanged glances, unable to speak for a moment

It sounded unbelievable, yet somehow, it seemed reasonable.

After all, ever since Nyx entered the household, Erik had changed. Not only did he let her live in the main house, but he also called for water every night. He, who had once been indifferent to women, now seemed to be quite enamored by her.

If the sachet was truly made by Nyx, then it made sense that Erik cherished it so much, keeping it close to him.

Where there were people, there was gossip, and within an afternoon, the news had spread like wildfire throughout the Duke's household.

With his goal of showing off achieved, Erik taught Nyx how to practice writing while quietly fiddling with the sacher, feeling in a great moned

In the evening. Arlong returned from outside. He overheard some of the servants talking about the sarber, so he listened closely. He was surprised to find that even the old gardener knew about it, saying that the war het was made by Nyx

He was speechless for a moment, suddenly realizing everything He thought. So, the master deliberately asked people to d do this and that just to show off that sachet

Arlong covered his face, took a deep breath, and after a long pause, managed to suppress the helpless expression on his face

"Master, the wheelchair is ready, he reported to Erik, bringing in the wheelchair that he and the carpenter had worked overnight to finish.

Seeing the wheelchair designed for him by Nyx. Erik was in a good mood. He could hardly contain his excitement. supporting himself to stand up and impatiently tried it out.

Arlong was about to push him but noticed Nyx walking over and stepped aside without a word.

Nyx pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked a short distance. She thought it was a bit heavy, not as lightweight as it could be, but it was usable.

In this era, given the conditions and craftsmanship available, it was already impressive that it had been made this well. The craftsmen were amazing to have finished it in such a short time.

The timeline was so short that she instinctively thought Erik must have rushed them, getting the final product in just one day.

Little did she know, Arlong hadn't rushed them at all. The craftsmen were so excited by the new design that they couldn't sleep, each eager to get to work and finish the project as quickly as possible.

Even Arlong hadn't expected their enthusiasm to be so high.

The structure itself wasn't anything special. The loyal craftsmen of the Read

family were all experienced, fully understanding the principles behind it.

What fascinated them was the design itself. They didn't know who had drawn it, but the diagram was so simple and clear. almost like it was alive.

The craftsmen kept asking Arlong questions about the design, and he had to make up excuses to avoid giving too many details.

He hid Nyx's true identity and told them that the designer was a new guest of Erik, named Ro

The craftsmen believed him and praised Ro's great skill, saying they'd love to meet him someday.

Arlong didn't dare to report this to Erik.

After a few close calls, even he could sense Erik's intense possessiveness towards Nyx.noveldrama

He thought, "Most families have women who are jealous and show off their husband's affection... But in the case of the master and mistress, it seems reversed?"

As for the master, Arlong only dared to silently complain in his mind. On the outside, he didn't show any of his thoughts. He obediently stood by, being a transparent presence, and didn't try to take the wheelchair from Nyx's hands.

He wouldn't interfere with the couple's matters.

Nyx pushed for a while, and then let go, suggesting Erik try pushing it himself. "How does it feel?"

"It's fine." Erik replied after a long pause, trying to sound composed as he finally squeezed out two words.

He had a lot of strength, so he didn't feel any difficulty pushing the wheelchair. After circling around the yard a few times, it became even easier.

Though he was extremely pleased and could hardly contain his joy, he kept up the

act, pretending not to care much.

Nyx wasn't annoyed, smiling as she stood by and watched him.

With their many years together, she could almost see through Pale Wolf's emotions, even if he tried to hide them. She could almost picture a large, swaying

tail behind him. spinning like a propeller.

Erik, feeling her gaze, blushed and turned his head to avoid looking at her.

"Tomorrow, I'll accompany you to visit your family."

Visit my family?" Nyx was taken aback.

She wasn't very familiar with these customs and had momentarily forgotten about

this tradition. A woman who had been married for three days should indeed return

to her family home.

"Can I not go?" She didn't feel attached to that family and didn't care to go back.

It would also save Pale Wolf from having to drag his injured leg around with her.

Erik gently took her hand. "Don't worry. I'll be with you"

Many eyes were watching them from outside. If Nyx didn't go back, it would be

improper and could harm her reputation. With him by her side, no one would dare bully her.

Since she didn't like that family, he would make sure the Voss family had a difficult time.

Erik's eyes

darkened slightly. Yesterday, he had already sent a small "gift"

He thought, 'Rohan, that old fool, should be in a mess right now. Tomorrow, I and

Nyx would go together to enjoy the

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At the Voss Manor's garden by the pond, the sun had set, and in the dimming light between the trees, the sound of a woman crying could be heard, as if she was deeply wronged, before her sobs turned into loud wailing.

"Stop crying." Mila said irritably, hugging Kaya to comfort her. "Father wasn't in a

good mood yesterday, and today you happened to clash with him. He was just taking his frustration out on you. Don't take it to heart."

It had only been a small matter about dining etiquette, but usually, their father

was lenient with them, and their mother always defended them. She'd never scolded them over such trivial things

But today, when Rohan spoke, it was a cold reprimand. When Kaya didn't back down and spoke out, he flew into a rage, almost ready to hit her. Fortunately, Joyce stopped him, but then Joyce got scolded in return.

"It's all because Nyx isn't here. If she were, this kind of troublesome thing wouldn't

have happened to us," Mila comforted her sister for a while, but seeing little effect, she shifted the topic to Nyx.

As soon as those words were spoken, the crying stopped.

Kaya wiped her tears hastily, gritting her teeth in frustration. "Yeah."

In the past, whenever Rohan was upset. Joyce would only need to give a little

nudge, and all of his anger would be directed at Nyx, while they could just watch

the show from the sidelines.

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Once Nyx got married, the family lost their punching bag, and Mila and Kaya no longer had someone to mock and ridicule. Life became dull and boring.

"By the way, she's going back to her family tomorrow," Kaya's eyes flickered with

a malicious excitement. "Let's see if Father will scold her. It would be great if he even slapped her."

With someone else in a worse situation to compare herself to, her mood would

feel much better.

"But now she's the young lady of the Duke's family. Do you think Father might be

a little wary of her?” After feeling pleased for a moment, Kaya suddenly remembered this and her slightly improved mood dipped again.

"What if Erik comes back with her? Father might have to treat her with respect."

The Duke's family was, after all, the Duke's family, trusted by the current emperor and a close confidant.

Erik might be crippled now, but Matay was still alive, holding significant power, and their family was nowhere near the same level as the Duke's "Don't worry; that won't happen, Mila said, squeezing Kaya's shoulder reassuringly. "On the wedding day, Erik didn't even come to greet her or attend

the ceremony. Do you really think he'll personally accompany her back

tomorrow?"

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