Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire novel Chapter 380

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Chapter 380

Chapter 380

Despite its disheveled fur and pitiful state, even while being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, there was no denying-it was the prince.

Erik’s expression instantly darkened.

Others were unaware, but he knew exactly what was going on. He recognized Banon’s beast form.

After a few moments of silence, he gave a cold smile and, seemingly casually, pulled out the short blade at his waist, polishing it as he spoke. “Throw him…”

“Wait, please!” One of Banon’s close aides, drenched in sweat, stood up, placing himself between the orange cat and the obviously hostile Erik. “This is the prince’s pet. You can’t just kill it!”

Their nerves were stretched to the breaking point, genuinely afraid Erik would lose his temper and take the opportunity to kill the prince right there.

The onlookers couldn’t make sense of the unfolding situation.

Though they didn’t understand why a pet would stir up such trouble or why Banon’s subordinates were so tense, they too held their breath in anticipation.

In the midst of the silence, Erik suddenly scoffed, “Kill it? Why would I kill a cat? I have no need to bother with an ignorant beast.”

Erik lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a sweeping glance at the anxious and irate enemies. “But if I recall correctly, the prince didn’t bring any pets when he arrived. So, why are you all insisting this is his pet?”

The sudden turn of events had caught them off guard. They hadn’t coordinated beforehand, and after a long pause, one of them stammered, “The prince let it wander off to play by itself.”

Erik nodded as if he accepted the explanation.

Without letting the aides relax, Erik added, “In that case, the prince will have to come personally and pay the ransom to retrieve it.”

His demeanor was casual, feigning ignorance, while inwardly, the aides of Banon were grinding their teeth in frustration.

The prince was in Erik’s hands. They were at his mercy, and could only offer various concessions in exchange, but they were all rejected one by one.

It seemed Erik had already made up his mind not to let the prince go so easily.

Gradually, the aides’ spirits sank. They exchanged a look with Banon, receiving a silent signal. Reluctantly, they made a large concession, offering up control over fifty thousand troops in exchange for Erik’s leniency.

Fifty thousand soldiers was the maximum number of troops Banon was publicly allowed to command.

While Banon undoubtedly had more troops in secret, publicly relinquishing such power would leave him severe disadvantaged in future conflicts.

“This cat is badly injured and should stay here to recover for a while,” Erik said calmly, using the orange cat as leverage. “You can come back to retrieve it once you’ve sorted out the trivial matters.”

With the initiative now in Erik’s hands, the aides of Banon had no room to refuse. They had no choice but to lower their posture and beg, “We’ll handle it as soon as possible. Please, Master, take good care of it.”

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Chapter 380

The entire scheme had failed to bring any benefits. Instead, Banon lost both his face and his dignity, now held hostage.

As they left, the group’s expressions were grim. When they saw Joyce and her daughters ignored in a corner, their faces. became even more unpleasant.

“These three servants have ties with the lady. Would you like them, madam? What do you think?” one of Banon’s subordinates asked with a forced smile.

Since they were useless pawns, Banon was tired of them and was willing to give them away as a goodwill gesture.

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Erik and Nyx’s harmonious relationship had turned out differently than they had expected. Small gestures and favors wouldn’t sway Nyx, but if they could win her favor by sacrificing three slaves, it would be a step toward pleasing Erik. This was their last chance to be useful.

Hearing the question, Nyx paused for a moment, her thoughts momentarily pulled away from the current situation. She only then noticed Joyce and her daughters at the banquet.

After some effort, she recognized them. It had been a long time since they last met, and they had changed significantly.

Once a well-maintained noblewoman, Joyce now had streaks of white in her hair, her face showing wrinkles and signs of age. She looked at Nyx with a complicated expression.

Mila and Kaya appeared younger, with shyness on their faces. They lowered their eyes, unable to meet Nyx’s gaze.

Their faces were flushed red, though it was hard to say whether it was from the pain of the slaps they had received or the shame of facing Nyx.

From her high seat, Nyx was dressed in fine clothes, her complexion radiant, clearly well taken care of.