Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

"I-I didn't... I didn't mean to lie to you..." Erik stammered, his mind in a whirl. Just as he had finally gotten rid of his bad habits, now he was back to stuttering in panic.

His mind was completely consumed with the feeling of Nyx's fingers touching his lips, and he couldn't think about whether the orange was sweet or sour.

Nyx looked at his panicked expression, finding him both cute and pitiful, so she decided to forgive him.

Even if he was a little clumsy, he was still her mate, and it wasn't anything worth getting truly upset about.

She waved her hand. "Forget it."

She picked up a piece of peach, which was sweet, and without forgetting, fed a piece to Erik, to help ease the sour taste in her mouth.

As for what to do with the leftover sour orange, throwing it away would be wasteful, but eating it would be torture.

Arlong listened carefully, but hearing no slaps or shouting, he cautiously opened one eye. He saw that his master's face was intact, no new red marks or fingerprints.

He let out a long sigh and turned his gaze toward the culprit, the sour orange, frowning. "Madam, let me handle this."

"You like sour things?" Nyx asked curiously, looking at Arlong who was holding the tray of oranges.

In that instant, Arlong felt the cold, piercing gaze of his master fall on him, making him shudder involuntarily.

"N-no, I don't like sour..." he forced himself to respond, "But I know someone who does. I'll take it to him right away."

He would make sure that the sour orange, alon purchasing it. Not a single one would be left.

with the whole batch, was consumed by the person responsible for

Not daring to linger, Arlong quickly made his exit.

The room was left with just the two of them, the air quiet except for their breathing.

Erik couldn't hold it in any longer. He spoke sourly, "Why didn't you ask me if I like sour things?"

He thought, 'I am her husband, so why should she care about someone else?'

"No need to ask," Nyx glanced at him meaningfully, smiling, "I know you like them."

When they were in the stars, he was a little more restrained, but now that she was with him, his possessiveness was no longer hidden. His jealousy had only grown stronger.

She teased Erik a little more, then ate a few more peaches, leaving the rest for him to clean up. She stood up and went to the bedside to retrieve a medicine box.

"This was given to me by my stepmother," she said as she placed the box on the table. With a click, she opened the lock and showed Erik what was inside. "She said it's a tonic and told me to brew it for you."

Erik, happily eating the peaches Nyx had left for him, paused at her words.

He knew it. He had already received reports from his shadow guards.

He had planned to secretly swap out the contents of the box when Nyx wasn't looking, but she boldly showed it to him, catching him off guard.

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The bitter, medicinal smell hit Erik's senses, and his expression turned icy.

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He didn't understand medicine, so he couldn't tell what the ingredients or effects were. However, he was sure that the Voss family had no good intentions.

Once the medicine reached Nyx's hands, after she handled it, if he were poisoned later, it would be her fault. The Voss family could easily deny any wrongdoing, and Nyx would be the only one who could be punished.

Before Erik could think of a way to convince Nyx, she spoke first, "This medicine is poisonous."

Erik couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You..."

He thought, 'How did she know?'

The strange thoughts he had deliberately ignored in the past resurfaced in his mind.

Nyx had been confined to the Voss family's backyard for twenty years, never receiving an education and unable to read, yet her speech and behavior remained refined.

Not only could she draw, understand mechanisms, and embroider better than the finest seamstresses in the house, but now she could even detect poison in medicine.

Erik could no longer deceive himself into pretending that his wife had no issues.

However, it was undeniable that the Voss family had treated her badly, and today they had sent two young maids to replace her. She shouldn't be involved with Banon's forces.

The logic didn't add up. Erik furrowed his brow and simply asked directly, "Do you take orders from Banon?"

He had heard that Banon used poison to control his subordinates. He thought, 'Could Nyx have been poisoned with the poison known as Moonshade Poison?'

If that were true, by revealing the poison to him, Nyx would be betraying Banon. If things went wrong and the antidote wasn't found, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thinking about the people who had died from the Moonshade Poison, Erik felt his heart tighten, his breath labored.noveldrama

He couldn't let Nyx meet such a tragic end.

"Banon?" Nyx looked confused and shook her head, then gently moved some of the herbs around. "I've never heard of him. I don't know him."

"Is Banon your enemy?" she asked, examining Pale Wolf's grim face. With her understanding of him, it was easy for her to guess, "Isn't the Voss family connected to Banon?"

Her two consecutive questions were spot on. Erik thought it was clear that she knew everything.

Erik was dumbfounded as he grabbed her hand, unable to understand why she wouldn't admit to being a subordinate of

Banon.

Nyx had already prepared an excuse. She had been thinking about this troublesome matter all the way home and had come to a decision after much contemplation.

"Actually, I'm not Nyx," she cleared her throat and said something shocking.

In that instant, Erik's mind raced with countless possibilities.

He thought, 'If she's not Nyx, then who is she? No matter who she really is, since she married me under the identity of the Voss family's daughter, she is mine now. There is no way to back out.'

Nyx, not knowing what he was worried about, began to speak nonsense seriously. "A while ago, the original Nyx drowned and died. I'm just a wandering soul, a ghost from the nearby area, who took the opportunity to occupy her body."

The truth of crossing from another world was hard to grasp, and with the idiot Pale Wolf's intelligence, he probably wouldn't understand. It was easier to explain using ghostly lore-something people could accept more readily.

As expected, Erik lowered his head and remained silent for a while before speaking in a muffled voice, "Then, what is your name? How... did you become a ghost?"

He seemed to have already accepted Nyx's explanation, and his acceptance was surprisingly strong.

He understood now why Nyx knew so much and her temperament was different from the rumors.

If it were anyone else, he'd think that a wandering soul occupying a body was trouble, and he would've called monks or priests to deal with it.

But with Nyx, he actually felt a kind of immoral relief. If the original Nyx hadn't drowned, he wouldn't have met her.

"If I pray devoutly, is it useful?" He couldn't help but ask, tightening his embrace around Nyx, afraid that the person in front of him might disappear into nothingness like a wisp of smoke. "I'll set up a memorial for Nyx and worship

her."

He thought that if he prayed devoutly, it might allow her to rest in peace, so her

ghost wouldn't come back to demand her body.

Nyx's face stiffened. This didn't sound very auspicious.

She regretted telling that lie, but once the words were out, they couldn't be taken back. She could only awkwardly clear her throat. "I gave her the chance to be reincarnated. She's already gone to reincarnate."

A clumsy lie required more lies to cover it up, and she had just shot herself in the

foot.

"What's your name?" Upon hearing that no one would take her body back, Erik

sighed in relief, continuing his persistent questioning.