The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 634: You are bullying me, but I deserve it, so I accept
Bubu coughed.
[His bloodline is not simple. His reaction to that insult and his aura spike indicate an old binding, an old imprint, and possibly a higher class lineage. In short, he is hiding something heavy.]
Bubu sounded so proud of her new discovery. The system even dared to flash Isabella a full smile with it’s digital teeth.
Isabella’s lips twitched as she bit back her insult for the annoying system. "You’re telling me what I already guessed." She knew Bubu already knew that SHE KNEW that Cyrus was definitely different.
But as always the system still felt the need to announce it, so that she would feel like it actually did something.
Bubu sounded offended.
[Host, I am warning you, not entertaining you. Also, do not glare at me in your mind like that. It makes my interface feel judged.]
Isabella almost rolled her eyes so hard she would have seen her own brain. "I wonder who is more dramatic now. You or me?" Isabella muttered under her breath.
Isabella’s eyes then scanned the view before her. It wasn’t the best and she was also tired too. But somebody still needed to put these villagers in check.
(Y’all, whenever you see mistakes or typos, please bear with me. It’s my keyboard’s fault, I promise. It messes up my words, and sometimes I don’t go back to revise a Chapter. So please bear with this author. 😭)
On the wall, she lifted her chin and spoke aloud, her voice clear enough for nearby guards to hear.
"Enough," she said. "Everyone stop standing around like frozen vegetables. Check the wounded. Count arrows. Repair ropes. If you want to cry, cry later, because if you cry now, your tears will freeze and you will look stupid."
Some of the younger guards actually laughed nervously at that. The laughter loosened something in their chests. It reminded them that their goddess was still their goddess, even with snow in her hair and exhaustion in her eyes.
Osiris stared at her like she was the greatest person alive. He felt like picking her up and spinning her around.
But after realizing that he still wanted to live long, he reconsidered.
Then he suddenly placed a hand over his chest and spoke loudly, as if making a vow to the sky.
"I promise," Osiris declared, "I will never call you that word again. Never. Not even if I am dying. Not even if I am reborn as a worm. Our Isabella is the most beautiful female in the Beast World. She is round in a sacred way, like a blessed moon."
Isabella’s eyebrows rose.
Zyran, who had been silent, let out a short laugh despite himself.
Isabella turned slowly and stared at Osiris with dangerous calm. "If you ever call me a blessed moon again, I will use your head as a writing board."
Osiris immediately nodded, looking deeply wronged but also weirdly proud. "You are bullying me, but I deserve it, so I accept."
Even in the middle of winter blood and fear, that idiot still made the moment lighter.
Isabella’s expression softened slightly. Then her gaze drifted toward the palace corridors where Cyrus had disappeared, and her heart tightened again.
The attackers had left.
But something else had been shaken awake inside her home.
That night, when the wall was fully secured and the wounded were finally wrapped in furs, Isabella was escorted back to the stone palace. She walked slowly, refusing to let anyone carry her because she hated looking weak in front of her people, even though her hips ached so badly she wanted to curse the sky.
Osiris followed her the whole way, hovering like a nervous bird.
"Do you need water?"
"Do you need soup?"
"Do you need me to carry you?"
"Do you need me to carry your belly separately?"
Isabella glanced at him. "If you say one more thing, I will assign you to shovel snow with your hands."
Osiris shut his mouth immediately, but his eyes still looked like he was about to cry from worry.
When Isabella reached her room, she finally sat down on the bedding with a long breath, both hands pressing her lower back. The warmth of the room soothed her a little, but her mind still felt tight.
She looked around.
Cyrus wasn’t here yet.
Her chest felt uncomfortable again, not from pain this time, but from worry.
Osiris stood by the door awkwardly, shifting his weight. He clearly wanted to stay, but he also knew he wasn’t exactly welcome after the earlier insult.
"Isabella," he said softly, his voice unusually careful. "Are you still angry with me."
Isabella leaned back against a fur pillow, eyes half closed. She was tired. Her bones felt heavy. Her babies kicked again, and she pressed her belly with a small groan.
"I am not angry," she said finally. "I am just... annoyed."
Osiris’s eyes brightened instantly. "Annoyed is better than angry!"
Isabella opened one eye and stared at him. "Don’t get excited. You still have to work for forgiveness."
Osiris nodded so fast his hair bounced. "I will work. I am a hardworking phoenix. I am the most obedient phoenix."
Isabella snorted softly. That sentence was so fake it almost made her laugh.
But before she could tease him, she heard quiet footsteps outside the door, slow and careful.
Cyrus returned.
Isabella straightened slightly, her heart tightening again. Osiris also looked toward the door, suddenly serious.
Cyrus stepped inside, hands washed, hair still slightly damp from water. His eyes were calmer now, but there was still a shadow in them, like he had swallowed something bitter and hadn’t fully digested it.
His gaze landed on Isabella, and relief flickered across his face. Then his gaze drifted away quickly, as if he couldn’t hold her eyes too long.
Isabella watched him in silence.
For the first time in a long time, she didn’t know what to say.
That frightened her more than the masked attackers ever could.
