The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 586: You are a pretty female, we can see that, but you also seem to be a dumb one. Move out of our way!
"You are in my forest, and you dare speak to me like that?" Isabella did not even bother sparing a glance at the men. Instead her fingers rubbed the side of her stomach slowly, almost absentmindedly, as if she were annoyed, not threatened.
For a moment, the intruders stared at each other in confusion.
She sounded too calm and too confident.
Her voice carried a quiet authority that made the leaves sway and settle.
Even though she looked fragile, even though she was pregnant, even though her arms were thin and her waist looked like a breeze could break it, something about her posture made it feel like the entire forest had bent itself around her.
For one strange breath, they actually believed her.
Then someone laughed.
Then another joined him.
They remembered that even city rulers in this world never claimed forests so boldly. Not mountain lords. Not tribal chiefs. No one. The idea that this delicate female owned anything beyond the clothes on her body was ridiculous to them.
"Do you think they’re dead?" Zyran whispered loudly to Cyrus. His expression was nervous, but he was also strangely excited. He would not lie, he really loved seeing Isabella like this.
It was so sexy.
Cyrus ignored him entirely.
Osiris scratched his head with a troubled look. He had been in this village for only two months, but he had already learned the danger signals. The last time Isabella’s expression looked like this was when she was about to slaughter those mountain creatures without blinking.
And today... she had that same look again.
Isabella simply smiled to herself and twirled her fan slowly, the soft pink and white fabric catching the sunlight. She looked like a noblewoman preparing for a stroll, not a battle.
"You are a pretty female, we can see that, but you also seem to be a dumb one. Move out of our way!" one intruder shouted. The rest continued laughing.
Kian’s hand clenched instantly. His claws slid out, long and cold, scraping lightly against his palm. The air around him thickened as his beast instincts surged.
If there was one thing he could not take, was when dared to look down on his future Queen. Even him did not have that right, so what made them think they did.
He was so close to lounging at the nearest one and ripping them apart.
The villagers, who had come along for hunting, stiffened at once.
The moment their king’s aura shifted, theirs shifted with him.
Every intruder carried two or three stripes on their arms.
Good fighters, trained men, experienced hunters.
But none of that mattered.
Kian was a four striped beastman.
A single four striped fighter could overturn a battlefield.
And Kian was not alone.
He had Zyran, Cyrus and Osiris beside him.
He had his people behind him.
And above all, their shared reason to kill without hesitation...
Isabella.
The villagers were not afraid at all.
Because if Isabella was this calm, then there was nothing to fear.
Her gaze drifted toward the wounded beast on the ground. Her blue eyes darkened. Those earlier wounds, the deep slashes, the bruises, the arrow marks... these men had chased it down the mountain.
Just like the hunters who chased Glimora.
She had slaughtered those men without mercy.
So these ones...
They were no different.
They could threaten Glimora.
They could threaten her.
There was only one solution.
Kill them.
"I will give you one last chance," Isabella said quietly. Her eyes stayed on her fan, not on the men. "Leave my forest and crawl back into whatever cave you came from."
She refused to meet their gaze.
Because she knew the moment she did, someone would die.
She also knew they wouldn’t take the chance to run. People like them never did.
The intruders stiffened, annoyed by her arrogance, but their expressions changed when they noticed Kian standing slightly behind her. His dark aura pressed down on them like a mountain.
A four striped beastman with that kind of killing intent was not something they could provoke casually.
They hesitated.
Zyran leaned forward with a grin.
"Didn’t you hear her? Leave. Unless you want my mate to tear you into pieces. She eats men for dinner."
Isabella shot him a sharp side glance. Even in serious situations, he was shameless.
Cyrus, the only reasonable one among them, stepped forward calmly.
"What makes you claim this beast as yours?" he asked the men.
The intruders immediately rushed to answer.
"It belongs to the Fangridge City owner!"
"We hunted it for days!"
"It must be offered to a city or sold, it’s too valuable!"
"You villagers won’t understand!"
The villagers stiffened at the mention of Fangridge.
That city was the largest in the entire beast world.
No one casually used that name unless they were trying to intimidate others.
But their story...
Their expressions...
Their desperation...
None of it matched.
Isabella couldn’t help it.
She laughed.
A soft, amused laugh.
Light, cold and oddly beautiful.
The intruders all froze.
Why was she laughing?
She raised her fan slightly, still smiling.
These men were either terrible liars, or they truly believed she was stupid.
But her smile faded when one of the men tried to step around her to grab the beast.
In a single motion, Isabella lifted her fan and swung.
She did not use all her strength.
She did not need to.
Her cultivation was not at its peak now, so the fan required more wind to carry the strike, but the gust cut clean through the air and landed with sharp precision.
The man didn’t even understand what happened.
He blinked.
His arm fell to the ground.
Blood sprayed across the leaves.
Every single person stepped back.
Isabella lowered her fan slowly.
"I gave you the first chance," she said, her voice calm. "You refused to leave."
Her fan tilted slightly.
"I gave you the second chance."
Her eyes lifted now, meeting theirs for the first time.
"You refused to leave."
She raised her fan again.
"Now you will die."
And she wasn’t joking.
Even her men had never seen this expression on her face before.
