Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 413

1941

A drore blew in from the window, smacking her in the face. But under her skirt, the ice bucket’s cool air brushed her Aerator and cold at once–uncomfortable—so she shut the window.

hars ago with the south?” She hadn’t seen anything about it in recent reports.

But this year’s weather had been brutal. If it was this bad in Hilltop City, it would be worse down south. Farmers and Anorers still had to work in that heat–tons of them must’ve gotten heatstroke.

Axseed Sheld dropped the ball–hadn’t thought it through before.

She need to figure out ways to help folks too poor to see a doctor, so small illnesses didn’t turn deadly. If a family’s breadwinner went down, losing their main worker, she couldn’t imagine how rough life would get.

The heir scratched his check, mumbling, “Lately, seems like a lot of people in the south have been getting sick–some even

Axjoked, snapping her head up. “What kind of sickness? Heatstroke? Flu? Or plague?

“I dunno,” the heir said, fumbling. “My dad just heard it from some wandering trader–might not even be true”

No official reports of a plague had come from anywhere yet, but Nyx couldn’t shake a bad feeling. She picked at her food a couple times, then lost her appetite. Her head was swimming with plague countermeasures.

Money and supplies were small potatoes–the treasury was thush, and she had cash to spare for donations. The real worry was if it spread too wide, too fast–medicines might not keep up.

Seeing her mood tank, the heir clammed up, regretting he’d brought it up. It was some trader’s offhand comment—but it ruined Nyxx meal. If he could redo it, he’d have kept his mouth shut.

They’d arrived at the tavern all chipper, but left in silence, the air heavy. The owner started second–guessing himself and the taste of the food.

He chased after them a few steps outside, wanting to ask if he’d messed up somewhere. Just as he stepped out, he caught NY bumping into someone and rushed over. “My lady! Lady Nyx!

Nyx got steadied from both sides while the heir chewed out the guy: “You blind? Watch where you’re going?”

and waved him off quick. Looking closer, the guy who’ll crashed into her was a ragged, wild–haired beggar–clearly sick, coughing nonstop, shaking all over,

illness or lear

others lurked in the corners, eyeing

slammed right into her–maybe he was up to no good. That got the heir Jumpy too.

glanced down at herself–nothing

figured he was just too sick to see straight and stumbled into her by accident. But the guards‘ caution wasn’t baseless. She sighed and only said, “Don’t torture him. If he’s clean, get him a

then dropped his head, letting his messy

palace, both her guys were gone. A maid said respectfully, Aurelius and the General

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actually go see him. Is

though. Pale Wolf might, but her little cat wasn’t

tired, her eyelids drooping. Before lying down, she had to

water

and lonely, the dying sun casting an even deader vibe. The abandoned retreat hadn’t been tended in years–weeds everywhere,

Banon’s gut–wrenching coughs, sounding like he might keel over any second.

outside, not bothering to step in. “Spit it out–what

him fine. Both guys‘

words Banon had cooked up–something they’d

room went quiet. Then came a wheezing, broken laugh,

didn’t care, and Erik couldn’t be bothered.

all went well, Nyx should have caught the

In an instant, both men’s faces twisted.

you got?” Aurelius asked, a furious smile curling his lips, the urge to gut someone alive peaking.