In the Beast World Forest, the lush, leafy trees formed a dense canopy that blocked out the blinding sunlight.
A few scattered figures stood within the dense woods, among whom there was only one petite, pretty female.
A smear of fresh blood stained the female’s face.
The corners of her eyes were tinged red, and though her lips curved in a smile, the amusement didn’t reach her eyes.
She looked as if she were watching a joke unfold.
Her thin lips parted slightly, conveying a mix of light sarcasm and heavy mockery.
“What happened here?” Bo Ya, who had been hunting nearby, heard the commotion and followed the sound.
Seeing Misha there, he looked a little surprised.
Misha pointed at Jira, who was sprawled on the ground.
Her tone was flat.
“Caesar ordered him to kill me.”
Caesar’s expression instantly changed.
“Misha, you can’t just spout nonsense.
I simply couldn’t bear to watch you harm a fellow clansman.
He already said he just wanted to challenge you, not take your life.”
“Is that so?” Misha lowered her eyelashes, casting a careless glance at Jira.
That single glance seemed to pierce right through his soul.
“Then when he was hurting me earlier, why didn’t I see you kindly stepping in to help?
Stop playing the hypocrite now.”
Caesar was speechless.
Having spent some time with Misha, Bo Ya knew what kind of person she was.
He shot a sharp glare at Jira.
“The only outcome for a male who dares to harm a female is death.
All of us here are witnesses.”
Jira panicked.
“I—I didn’t!
I really just wanted to challenge her.”
Annoyed, Misha said, “Since that’s the case, you only have two choices: die, or become my slave.”
In the Beast World, aside from Mate Beast Marks, one could also form a master-servant contract, ensuring a slave’s absolute loyalty to their master.
“I…
I…”
Not wanting to waste any more breath on him, Misha picked up a sharp stone and sliced open her palm.
She then grabbed Jira by the hair and yanked his head back.
The pain forced Jira to open his mouth, and she let her blood drip inside.
But she wasn’t done.
Using her other hand, Misha dipped her fingers in the blood and drew a complex pattern on Jira’s forehead.
Then, gripping his neck, she asked coldly, “Are you willing to become my slave?”
Jira shook his head frantically.
“No!
I don’t want to!”
A look of disdain flashed in Misha’s eyes.
“It seems I’m still too merciful.”
With that, she tightened her grip.
Jira’s face instantly turned beet red, the veins on his forehead bulging out.
It felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.
Caesar watched from the sidelines in absolute shock.
Unable to hold back, he spoke up, “Misha…”
A sharp gust of wind whistled past as a jagged stone grazed Caesar’s cheek, leaving a thin, bloody scratch on his handsome face.
“I’m asking him a question.
You shut up!” Misha’s murderous aura flared.
Caesar fell silent.
Every male present gasped, no one daring to utter another word.
Ultimately, caught between his pride and his life, Jira chose to forfeit his pride.
“I’m willing,” he forced out with great difficulty.
The moment those words left his lips, the blood on his forehead grew scalding hot.
The intricate pattern seared through his skin and skull, branding itself deeply into his very soul.
Misha was delighted.
Highly satisfied, she patted Jira’s purpled cheek.
“Speak.
Who sent you to kill me?”
Bound by the master-servant contract, Jira had to answer any question Misha asked.
“It…
it was Dora,” he stuttered.
“She said that as long as I killed you, she would choose me as her first mate.”
Misha’s lips curled up.
Just as she thought.
She had only recently arrived here, so her list of enemies in the Dog Clan was rather short.
Aside from Dora, she couldn’t think of anyone else.
Misha hauled Jira back to the Dog Clan Tribe and confronted Dora right then and there, with all the tribe members as witnesses.
Because of the undeniable master-servant contract, the clan members naturally believed Misha.
Dora’s cheeks flushed crimson.
She stomped her foot angrily.
“So what if it was me?
You’re perfectly fine, aren’t you?”
“Oh, as long as you admit it.” Misha raised an eyebrow and looked at Saki, who was walking toward them.
“Clan Leader, Dora has confessed to sending someone to kill me.
How do you think we should handle this?”
“Father!
She’s just a barren orphan.
So what if I killed her?
Besides, look at her now—”
SLAP!
Before Dora could finish her sentence, Saki struck her across the face, leaving her utterly dazed.
“Dora, you are incredibly out of line!
Even if you think Misha is arrogant and hard to get along with, you shouldn’t have harbored murderous intentions,” Saki scolded, looking deeply pained.
Yet, his words subtly pointed the finger back at Misha, insinuating that her bad personality was the root cause.
Standing nearby, Lisi frowned in displeasure. The source of this chapter is g.com.
“What do you mean Misha is arrogant and hard to get along with?” she said loudly.
“This is clearly Dora’s fault, yet the Clan Leader is still trying to push the blame onto Misha.
You’re just shielding your own daughter!”
Katie couldn’t stand it either and mocked, “And even now, Dora doesn’t think she did anything wrong.
Does being the Clan Leader’s daughter give her the right to murder people as she pleases?”
“Yeah!
Does that mean we all have to walk on eggshells from now on, just in case Dora holds a grudge and decides to have us killed?”
The two females’ words strongly resonated with the rest of the tribe.
The males heavily disapproved as well.
Dora’s actions harmed another female, which they absolutely could not tolerate.
Jisen, Misha’s newest suitor, spoke up.
“Clan Leader, Dora was wrong to hurt someone.
She needs to apologize to Misha.”
“That’s right!
If she had succeeded this time, our tribe would have lost a female.
That’s a massive loss!”
Females in the tribe were already scarce.
If they were allowed to hurt each other out of sheer jealousy, how were the males supposed to produce offspring?
Saki’s face turned ashen.
He knew Dora’s actions had sparked public outrage this time, and he couldn’t blatantly play favorites anymore.
So he cleared his throat and said, “Dora has always been unruly.
She was in the wrong here.
As an apology, I am willing to offer five medium-sized prey as compensation.
What do you think, Misha?”
“I think…” Misha’s lips curled upwards as she rolled the words on her tongue.
“I think that’s fine.
I just hope the Clan Leader will discipline his daughter properly in the future, so she doesn’t cause any *massive losses* to the tribe.”
She placed a heavy emphasis on the words “massive losses.”
A layer of frost coated Saki’s eyes.
“Thank you for the reminder, Misha.”
Since Jira, a male, had dared to harm a female, Clan Leader Saki immediately expelled him from the tribe, officially reducing him to a Wandering Beast.
Caesar watched all of this unfold and suddenly changed his mind.
Back in her wooden cabin, Misha sat playing with a little black bear.
Nearly a month had passed, and the cub had grown considerably, now able to eat some solid foods.
Reya brought in a basin of hot water he had just boiled, kneeling on one knee beside her.
With a grave expression, he gently held Misha’s injured hand.
He dipped a clean piece of animal hide into the hot water and carefully wiped away the grime around her wound.
Thanks to the effects of the Body Strengthening Pill, her cut had already scabbed over.
Once he wiped off the dried blood surrounding the injury, he meticulously bandaged it with a fresh strip of hide.
Misha tried to pull her hand back, but Reya held on tight.
“Misha, promise me.
Don’t do things that hurt yourself ever again, okay?” His amber eyes were filled with heartache.
“If you hadn’t been so stupid, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place.” Misha yanked her hand free and scoffed coldly.