Future Beast World: Becoming A Pampered Beauty-Chapter 70 - 41: You Are Just a Fabricated Substitute

"Of course, Madam. You can call me whatever you like. I never really liked the name anyway," Little Bai said obediently.

"That day... were those Beastmen trying to capture you?"

"...Yes."

"Why? Did you commit some crime?"

"They wanted to capture me and make me take the place of a female from my clan in the gene project. I... I don’t want to be sent to a lab to create artificial females!"

"What? What do genetic females have to do with you?"

"Genetic females are cultivated from the DNA of viviparous females. Every year, the Empire selects one person from among the females with superior Fertility and uses her blood to cultivate them. We Rabbit Beasts have always had decent Fertility, and a female from our clan was unfortunately chosen this year. She is the Clan Leader’s only and most beloved female cub. The Clan Leader didn’t want to hand her over, as the experiment carries the risk of death, so he decided to hand me over to replace that female with superior Fertility." Little Bai lowered his head. "I’m an albino rabbit, so my Fertility is only below average. Handing me over would be no loss to the clan."

Sang Luo’s expression turned grim. ’So that’s how artificial females are made... How utterly depraved!’

...

「Imperial Palace.」

「Princess’s Bedroom.」

The sound of shattering and crashing echoed from within.

"Is the Princess still throwing a tantrum?"

Seeing Martha Brent arrive, a servant immediately put on a fawning smile. "Miss Brent, you’re finally here," the servant said eagerly. "We can’t calm the Princess down. Please, you must be the one to persuade her!"

"You may all leave," Martha Brent said with a gentle smile. "I’ll go soothe her. She’s always been a difficult person."

After the servants had all left, Martha Brent walked into the room. She glanced at the shattered porcelain on the floor, then at Sophie Asate, who sat on the bed with a face swollen from crying. Martha’s smile vanished. "...Did you poison that female?"

"What, are you here to stop me? I’m telling you, it’s impossible!" Sophie Asate was practically dying of jealousy. "She dared to steal Caesar from me, and... and that pregnancy! How could she get pregnant so quickly? I will never allow that child in her belly to be born!"

"Foolish."

Martha Brent sat on the edge of the bed and gracefully poured a cup of tea. "...I saw her a few days ago. It’s highly likely that in this pregnancy, more than half the bloodline is Caesar’s. The talent of such a Mixed Blood offspring won’t be low. It would be qualified to be the heir."

"Then I have even more reason not to let that litter be born!"

"Caesar places extreme importance on this pregnancy, and his people are watching her very closely. After the last ’accident,’ it’s even more impossible for you to successfully interfere. Besides, that is the offspring of an Innate King Beast. Even as a Mixed Blood Beast, its life force will far exceed that of others. Even if your plan succeeded, it might not be enough to cause a miscarriage."

"..."

"It’s a good thing the Beastman you sent last time bit his tongue and killed himself, so they couldn’t trace it back to the mastermind. If you try again and they do trace it back to you, do you really think you can withstand the wrath of a King Beast?"

Martha Brent sipped her tea, unhurried, and continued, "Male Beasts value their offspring above all else. Harming a King Beast’s heir is no different from trying to take his life. Even if you succeeded, don’t expect to live if you’re discovered."

"Then... then what should I do?"

A flicker of panic crossed Sophie Asate’s eyes. She grit her teeth. "Fine, then, let the child live. I only want Caesar, but that female must die!"

"Even if she died, Caesar would devote himself to raising his child and would never marry another female," Martha Brent said with a scornful laugh. "No matter how much you scheme, it will be useless."

"But I can’t accept this!"

"So what if you can’t accept it? Do you really think you can compare to her?"

Sophie Asate leaped to her feet, her shame turning to fury. "I am the Princess! In what way am I inferior to her?! A mere rat female! What right does she have to be compared to me?!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Heh. Even if she’s ’just a rat female,’ she’s a genuine, bona fide viviparous female. And what, pray tell, do you think you are?"

Martha Brent took out a file and handed it to her. "Take a good look. See how you really obtained your title of ’Princess’."

After Sophie Asate opened the file and finished reading, her body began to tremble. She was speechless.

"H-how... how is this possible..."

"Why else do you think the Old Beast King chose you, of all people, to be the Princess and betrothed you to Caesar?" Martha Brent’s smile was gentle. "Don’t you remember? The real Sophie Asate died a long time ago. You are nothing but a fabricated replacement."