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?”

was a ragged, wild–haired beggar–clearly sick, coughing

illness or lear

the corners, eyeing him. “My lady, this guy’s suspicious. Well take him back

her–maybe he was up to no good. That got the heir Jumpy

herself–nothing seemed

and stumbled into her by accident. But the guards‘ caution wasn’t baseless. She sighed and only said, “Don’t torture him.

froze for a second, then dropped his head, letting his messy hair hide his

biccup—Nyx didn’t dwell on it. Back at the palace, both her guys were gone. A maid said respectfully, Aurelius and the General went to Four Peaks Mountain”

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go see him. Is he about to croak, and

didn’t add up though. Pale Wolf might, but her little cat wasn’t that soft–hearted–he

feeling tired, her eyelids drooping. Before lying down, she had to bathe–couldn’t sleep

the tub. The hot water melted her limbs, making her drowsier–she

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

sounding like he might

men stopped outside, not bothering to step in. “Spit it out–what do you want

didn’t block sound anyway–they’d hear him fine. Both guys‘

brilliant last words Banon had cooked up–something they’d regret not hearing after all

Then came a wheezing, broken laugh,

answered. Whatever he had, Aurelius didn’t

all went well, Nyx should have caught the same thing

an instant, both men’s faces twisted. Erik yanked his sword from his waist, his glare

his lips, the urge to gut