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Chapter 202 Seville had taken a class on the virtues of a beastly husband.
"I...I'm having my period?"

Su An'an's face suddenly turned pale as she suddenly remembered something Little Pink had said.

"Your Highness, your body matures instantly after your period, and you will be able to conceive offspring."

In the empire, such moments were considered sacred ceremonies.

The females will be pampered like fragile treasures, enjoying meticulous care comparable to that of humans during postpartum confinement.

But with the acid rain season approaching and a major battle imminent, even a sip of hot water is a luxury for her.

"Why at this time?"

Su An'an's whisper was shattered by a sudden, sharp pain in her lower abdomen, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead.

Seville's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he abruptly turned around:

"I'll go and call the witch doctor."

"no!"

Su An'an gripped his wrist tightly, her eyelashes glistening with tiny tears, her dark eyes like obsidian soaked in water.

"Tomorrow is the final offensive; we must not allow morale to waver..."

Before he could finish speaking, another sharp pain, like claws tearing at his abdomen, struck him.

She bit her lower lip hard, her body curling up uncontrollably.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my shirt, and a chill ran through me in the night wind.

"Don't be stubborn!"

Seville swept her up in his arms around her waist and carried her to the animal skin bed, gently supporting her waist with his palm as he placed her on the bed.

"I'm really fine."

Su An'an forced herself to sit up, but he pressed her back down.

Seville lowered his gaze to her pale lips, his voice still cold and hard:
"Lie down and close your eyes."

But the golden light rising from his palm was like melting honey.

It flowed down his fingertips to her waist and abdomen, weaving a warm, comforting net of light.

"If you move again,"

He leaned closer, his dangerous breath tickling his ear: "I'll tie you to the headboard with a rope."

Su An'an licked her lips and timidly shrank back into the animal skin.

She clutched her aching lower abdomen and said, embarrassed:
"Could you please call Jinzhu over for me and have her bring me a new animal skin skirt?"

"No need to call her."

Seville's tone left no room for argument: "Take it off, I'll go wash it."

Su An'an's ears instantly turned red: "No, no need! I can do it myself!"

"Cold water is bad for your health."

Seville interrupted her, abruptly turning his face away.

Her long, silvery-purple hair cascaded down, obscuring the slightly reddened tips of her ears.

“I’ve taken classes on male virtue and morality, so this is nothing to me.”

"Okay, okay!"

Su An'an buried her face in the animal skin blanket, only her trembling hair was visible.

After the rustling sound of clothes being taken off, black combat trousers were slipped out from the edge of the blanket.

When Seville took it, his fingertips accidentally brushed against her slightly cool wrist, and he immediately withdrew them as if he had been touched by fire.

"I'll get you a bowl of hot soup."

As Seville turned around with the combat pants in his hand, his outstretched wings gently brushed against her cheek.

It didn't take long.

He returned carrying a large earthenware bowl, the steaming heat filling the entire shack.

Translucent slices of crystal meat float in the amber-colored broth.

A few tender vine shoots unfurled on the surface of the soup, and even the rim of the bowl was carefully wrapped with animal hide to prevent burns.

When Seville handed over the clean black trousers, they faintly smelled of cedar.

Su An'an abruptly pulled her fingertips back when they touched Seville's fingertips, then blushed as she took them back.

The high-tech fibers have long since been restored to cleanliness under the purification of Seville's energy.

"Put it on a mat."

Seville suddenly pulled a long, rectangular cloth bag from his pocket and shoved it into her hand with a stern face.

Upon unfolding, it turned out to be a white soft cushion woven with fine plush.

When you press your fingertips on it, you can feel a faint golden light flowing among the downy hairs.

Su An'an looked up abruptly and noticed Seville's left wing, which had been as white as snow.

A tuft of feathers the size of a palm was missing, revealing the pinkish skin beneath, with even the surrounding downy feathers stained with dried blood. "How did your feathers get like this?"

Su An'an reached out to touch the wound, but he dodged her hand.

Seville's long, silver-purple hair swayed over her shoulders, obscuring the lingering red on her earlobes.

"It's just shedding fur, it's nothing serious, hurry up and drink your soup!"

Seville shoved the earthenware bowl into her hands, his tone as cold as ice.

Su An'an's eyes welled up slightly, and she lowered her head to hold the bowl and sip the water.

The scalding hot broth slid down my throat, and the warmth seeped into my limbs and bones like melting snow.

Seville took the empty bowl, turned around, lifted the animal skin curtain, and left.

Su An'an quickly put on the specially made safety pad by Seville.

After changing into my dried combat pants, exhaustion suddenly washed over me like a tidal wave.

She had barely slumped onto the animal skin rug when her eyelids became too heavy to lift.

When the curtain was lifted again, Seville, his clothes damp and cold from the night, quietly approached.

He noticed Su An'an's furrowed brows and deliberately moved closer to her as he lay down.

The cool scent of pine resin, combined with the warmth of the dried fabric, gently enveloped her.

"Go to sleep, I'm here!"

Seville spread his wings, sheltering her like a protective umbrella.

"Luckily you're here."

Su An'an murmured in a daze, instinctively burrowing deeper into the warm wings.

The tip of her nose brushed against the newly grown downy feathers at the base of his wing.

Seville stiffened for a moment, then relaxed and wrapped her even tighter with his wings.

Listening to her gradually calming breathing, I gently placed my hand, which was hanging by my side, on her slightly cool lower abdomen.

The golden light rising from the palm seeped through the fabric, weaving a net that soothed the pain.

The wind outside the tent grew louder and louder, but it couldn't penetrate into this little world warmed by wings and body heat.

At midnight, the campfire of the Graystone tribe had long since turned to cold ash.

The soldiers slept soundly with their bone spears as pillows, while only the eagle eyes of the patrolling warriors pierced through the thick rain.

Dark green acid rain poured down like corrosive silver needles, hitting the ground with a pungent sulfur smell.

However, it caused a hissing white smoke to rise from the top of the vine dome, which was then filtered into harmless water droplets by the leaves.

Five hundred divine soldiers stealthily made their way to the forest on the edge of the tribe like ghosts.

They were draped in black cloaks soaked in venom, and every step they took left boiling footprints on the ground.

The liger leader licked its gleaming white fangs, a greedy and crazed glint in its eyes:

"Crush the Graystone Tribe, and the Divine Maiden will be ours!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The divine army behind him raised their arms and roared, the sound waves shaking the rain curtain.

In an instant, a purplish-black horde of mutated beasts surged forth from the acid rain.

Hundreds of glowing frog lanterns exploded one after another in mid-air.

Green fluorescent light mixed with acid rain fell to the ground, turning the muddy ground into a bizarre phosphorescent graveyard.

"Enemy attack!"

The patrol warriors' bone whistles tore through the night sky.

When Su An'an awoke in excruciating pain, Seville was already standing like an obsidian statue at the entrance of the shack.

His wicker hat was pulled down low, and his black and white wings spread out in the shadows like sharp blades.

"Lie still and don't move."

The swan beastman's voice was colder than the falling rain.

"No, I want to fight alongside you."

Su An'an threw off the animal skin blanket and, ignoring the pain in her lower abdomen, put on the armor woven from steel vines.

"Don't be reckless, protect yourself."

Seville suddenly scooped Su An'an up in his arms, and with a few flaps of his black and white wings, he flew towards the village wall like an arrow.

　Seville's lessons on male virtues were plentiful.

　　Don't be stingy with men; if you can boss them around, then do so.

　　One more chapter is being revised and will be available at 22:40.

　　(End of this chapter)