Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

Chapter 377 Chapter 377

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Sure enough, in the guest hall, tea and wine had been prepared, and many servants were serving. Erik was sitting there, looking up at the visitors. He didn't rise to greet them, but instead nonchalantly apologized, "My leg is inconvenient, I apologize for the rudeness."

"It's fine," Banon replied with a fake smile, nodding.

Erik was always so unruly. Even before his leg was injured, he didn't show much respect, and now he didn't even bother to pretend,

Thinking of how many times he had been disrespected over the years, Banon twisted his face slightly.

He thought, 'Only losing one leg is still too kind to this guy, When I become Emperor in the future, I would make sure Erik has nothing, and then I would trample him down and humiliate him'noveldrama

Banon took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his darker thoughts, hiding them deep within his heart. He chose a seat facing Erik and smiled, "You must have seen the invitation, so you already know the purpose of my visit today"

“Brisa, Paola, and Kaila.” He raised his hand and lightly clapped twice, prompting three maids to step forward.

They approached their master without hesitation, dropping to their knees gracefully, lowering their gazes in submission, like completely tamed slaves.

Banon lifted the chin of Mila, the maid closest to him, exposing her face to Erik. He slowly stroked her face, his tone laden with meaning. "The slave girls bestowed upon me by Aurelius seem to have some connections to your wife...”

The slave at his feet, at his mercy, was Nyx's sister.

His attitude was so contemptuous, not only insulting Nyx but also humiliating the Duke's Mansion.

Erik's expression darkened immediately, and a fierce, wolf-like aggression appeared in his eyes.

He didn't care if he was insulted, but he couldn't tolerate anyone speaking about Nyx in such a disgusting manner.

Banon's eyes squinted with amusement, and he looked around. "Why isn't the madam here? Isn't she home?"

As he examined Erik's darkened face, he sighed dramatically, "I specifically brought Brisa, Paola, and Kaila to reunite with the madam... what a pity if she's not here."

With distinguished guests visiting, it was expected that Nyx, as the legitimate wife, would accompany her husband to receive them. Especially when the visitors were not only the prince but also her stepmother and sister, who had been reduced to slaves.

Banon believed that no one could resist the urge to see their enemy's downfall. Yet, Nyx was nowhere to be found.

Banon couldn't help but smirk. It seemed the rumors circulating outside were mostly true-Erik, this short-tempered, reckless brute, had indeed laid a hand on his wife.

No wonder Banon felt so unrestrained. The marriage had been a high climb for the woman, and now the family was in ruins. With no maternal family to rely on, Nyx was vulnerable to abuse.

But, when cornered, a rabbit would bite. A woman pushed to the brink could still make for a valuable piece in the game.

No matter how much Nyx had fallen out of favor, she still held the title of wife and the position of being at the bedside. As long as she was used wisely, she could be extremely useful.

The more Banon thought about it, the more pleased he became. He lightly tapped Mila's beautiful face and ordered, "Go

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dance."

As for the other two women, they couldn't remain idle either. One would play the zither, and the other would sing.

Neither Joyce nor Mila and Kaya were skilled at these arts, having learned them only after entering the prince's palace. Their performance could hardly be described as "exquisite," and it was even safe to say it was clumsy.

Banon, naturally a man of high tastes, was not impressed by such common performances. Women like these three would never catch his eye.

Looking down from his position of superiority, he sneered at their frantic efforts. He raised an eyebrow and turned to Erik, "The women of the Voss family are indeed beautiful, but they lack charm. They don't know how to please a man. I'm sure you agree, right?"

Banon thought the women from the Voss family were probably more knowledgeable and tactful than Nyx, who had been trained in the same family.

Word had it from Jinx and Jules that Erik had always been indifferent to his wife, and since the other two sisters had entered the house, Nyx had lost favor entirely.

Banon, who thought he understood men's tastes, had no doubt in this.

Even if Erik lowered his gaze to drink without showing any interest in the three women in front of him, or responding to Banon's question, he considered it a tacit agreement, which put his mind more at ease.

Just because the master wasn't interested in the performance didn't mean the servants weren't.

At the Duke's Mansion, there were usually no performances of song and dance. Today, such an event was rare, and the household servants were keenly interested, staring intently at the scene.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mila swayed her hips, her skirt swirling as Kaya softly sang lewd and suggestive songs. Joyce knelt nearby, her fingers now rough and calloused from performing such acts.

Their faces flushed with humiliation, as the many gazes from all directions burned into them.

Once proud ladies, they had now been reduced to mere playthings for anyone to pick at. Despite their resignation, they couldn't completely keep their composure. The shame gnawed at their hearts, but with the prince not stopping them, they dared not stop either. They could only force themselves to think of something else, trying to shift their attention away..

They thought not of themselves, but of Nyx.

They thought, 'With guests visiting, she hasn't appeared. It must be because she has been beaten to the point where she couldn't even face them, perhaps bedridden and unable to get up.

With such a fragile body, if she was already gasping for breath without any physical contact in the past, after such heavy beating, it's hard to imagine how long she could survive.

The thought made Kaya want to laugh, and she inadvertently missed a note, making the mistake quite obvious and absurd.

Banon's mood darkened at once. He put down his tea cup and ordered his attendants, "Slap her."

"Spare me..." Kaya's smile vanished instantly, her face drained of color. She fell to her knees, pleading desperately, "Plea Your Highness, spare me this time..."

Before she could finish pleading, a slap landed heavily on her left cheek, knocking her off balance. Before she could recover, she was pulled back upright, and her right cheek was struck hard again.

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The sharp slaps and her pained sobs nearly drowned out the sound of the zither. Joyce and Mila stood pale, horrified, struggling to keep their breathing steady. People often spoke of Erik's bad temper, but Banon was no different.

As slaves and servants, they lived in constant fear, used to being beaten. But they never expected that the prince, who had been so favorably inclined towards them recently and had even brought them here to see Nyx, would suddenly turn on them in public, showing no mercy.

As Kaya was being beaten, they dared not beg for mercy, nor could they stop performing. They dared not make any more mistakes. But their hearts were in chaos, and the music faltered, as did their steps.

Banon looked down from his high perch. With just a glance, his two attendants understood his command and moved swiftly, the slapping sound of their hands blending into the chaos.

"Please excuse me," Banon slowly turned around, giving Erik a light smile and nod. "This king has always been compassionate towards beautiful women, but when it comes to discipline, I am never lenient."

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He blew on the steaming tea, took a small sip, and continued, "Women need to be disciplined more often to become gentle and obedient. Duke Reed, what do you think?"

"Heh," Erik sneered. "I can't agree with that."

He was pleased to see those who wronged Nyx get punished, but he found Banon's ridiculous theory utterly repulsive.

Banon laughed heartily, as if he believed Erik was just being stubborn.

He thought Erik didn't care about his image, but now he realized Erik was more concerned than he had imagined. Despite having beaten his legitimate wife into a state where she couldn't even face the public, Erik still wouldn't admit it.

He put down the

cup

and stood up. "I've had plenty of tea. I'll go to the toilet."

As he spoke, he ignored the three slaves still being punished and walked past

them, striding out of the room.

He was eager to meet Nyx and claim this piece on the chessboard.

Erik maintained a calm expression and did not stop him. Instead, he motioned to

two servants. "You two, guide Banon."

It appeared to be a simple task of guiding, but in reality, it was to keep watch.

Though everyone knew the truth, the servants could not blatantly follow the prince, so they remained outside the main hall, standing guard at the only entrance.

Just as the two of them settled into position, something darted out of the door and swiftly passed them, like a gust of wind, running quickly into the distance.

What was that?"

"It looked like a cat..."

The two of them relaxed and paid it no mind.

The orange-furred cat shook its ears in response to the conversation, its eyes

showing a human-like disdain.

The ability to transform into beast form was a secret of their royal family.

Aurelius trusted Erik and might allow him to know this secret, but only to that extent. This secret was never meant to reach the ears of ordinary servants.

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Once he managed to shake off Erik's watchful eyes, he could freely roam the Dad's Mansion in base forms. Finding Byx would be no problem.

The cut's eyes burned with determination as it began searching for Nyx's figure.

With his heightened sense of smell in beast form, he could easily detect areas with a strong medicinal scent

But after wandering for a while, all he found were a few herb patches, a storeroom

of medicinal materials, and the doctor's residence. He found an injured patient lying on a bed, but it was just an ordinary man.

Despite all his searching, Syx remained clusive, Banon crouched down in exhaustion, his confidence waving as dorks crers in.

He thought, Has Nyx already been killed? Is Erik keeping this from me? Forget it.

I'm already here. I can't leave empty handed. If I can't find Nyx, I'll search Erik's study for any useful secrets

Time was of the essence, so he didn't hesitate.

Banon quickly made up his mind and walked confidently to the study door. With the swagger of a ca, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

At the sound of the door opening, the person seated behind the desk looked up.

Their eyes met. The orange-furred cat froze, its front paw hanging mid-air as its eyes widened. It froze in place.