The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 457 - 341: Lonely Till Old Age

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes instantly turned towards Soren Phoenix, his voice as cold as ice, "Is the Phoenix Clan Chief very free?"

Soren Phoenix heard this and laughed wildly, "Someone’s jealous~"

Zeke Veridian sneered, a Wind Blade twirling at his fingertip, "Some people become Clan Leader and their tails raise up to the sky."

Kian Sterling’s fox-like eyes swept over everyone, flashing coldly when they landed on Soren Phoenix, "If Luna really wants to leave The Wolf Tribe, she should go live in my Beast King City for a while first, then it’s your turn."

Rhys Blackwood’s brows flashed with annoyance, his voice indifferent, "What’s all the fuss? Luna can live wherever she wants."

Though he was unwilling for Luna to go to Beast King City or the Phoenix Clan, he wouldn’t interfere with Luna’s decision.

She had the right to decide where to go without much interference.

If Luna really wanted to go to Beast King City or the Phoenix Clan, he would certainly bring their cubs along, just that he wouldn’t be very happy about it.

Malachi Arcanus’ dark gold eyes immediately fell on Rhys Blackwood, laughing inwardly: Who would’ve thought, this icy face has such a mind, listen to how beautifully he speaks, makes everyone feel comfortable.

He just didn’t believe that this icy face was really happy about Luna going to Beast King City or the Phoenix Clan.

Mael Valerius suddenly lost interest in eating, looking up at Luna Sutton, "Little Luna, you won’t really abandon us and go to the Phoenix Clan of Aetheria, will you?"

Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned to Luna Sutton, waiting for her answer.

Luna Sutton felt a tingle on her scalp under the scrutiny, secretly lamenting,

She just knew that at this time, these men would definitely use her as a shield, giving them a reason to argue or even fight.

Really annoying.

"I won’t go live with the Phoenix Clan."

She put down her chopsticks and looked at everyone seriously, "I like The Wolf Tribe, here with you all and my cubs, as well as my father and clansmen, this is my home, I’m not going anywhere."

Initially, she was indeed a bit tempted, but thinking about her home here, why bother going to live with the Phoenix Clan.

No golden nest or silver nest compares to her own doghouse.

Although the Phoenix Clan is indeed Soren Phoenix’s realm, there are always those snobs who look down on her for being a female from The Lower Domain paired with Soren Phoenix, saying nasty things behind her back.

She might not care, but it still affects her mood.

Besides, with Horace Valerius in Aetheria, she has even less desire to go.

She had given birth to two Dragon Eggs, Horace Valerius must know, they are, after all, of Dragon Clan blood, his grandsons, yet he hasn’t reacted at all, clearly looking down on her from the bottom of his heart.

So what’s the point of going?

No way she’d send her grandsons to Aetheria just to be looked down upon.

Not even a window, let alone a door.

Staying in The Wolf Tribe is just fine.

The crowd, unaware of her thoughts, looked clearly relieved hearing she wouldn’t go to Aetheria.

Soren Phoenix, however, was anxious, "Oh, Luna, I’ve already prepared the Phoenix Roost Hall for you."

He glanced at everyone with his peach blossom eyes, "Why not let’s all go? With winter approaching, Phoenix’s Roost Valley is at the volcanic mouth, which won’t be too cold even with snow, and we can return to The Wolf Tribe after winter, what do you think?"

Even though he didn’t want these Beast Husbands to follow, he knew Luna wouldn’t abandon them and the cubs to go with him alone.

So he thought of a roundabout tactic.

Instantly, you could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Luna Sutton was indeed a little tempted hearing Soren Phoenix say this.

In the Beast World, winter is extremely long and bitterly cold, even if the tribe has prepared enough firewood and hides, it would likely still be hard to endure.

Every winter, some weak or elderly Beastmen in the tribe wouldn’t make it through.

If they could really spend the winter in Phoenix’s Roost Valley, it wouldn’t be bad.

But thinking about Horace Valerius being in Aetheria, she couldn’t help but feel some aversion.

It felt like forcing the other side to acknowledge her, even if she didn’t intend it that way, behavior-wise, it seemed like it.

"No need."

Corbin Crowley already spoke decisively, voice firm and undeniable, his silver eyes cold and hard, "The Wolf Tribe has its own preparations for winter."

Zeke Veridian laughed coldly, "Ha... volcano mouth? Even if it’s a volcano mouth, I’m not going, unless Luna wants to, then I didn’t say anything."

Kian Sterling elegantly put down his chopsticks, fox-like eyes curved, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, "Soren Phoenix, we appreciate the gesture. But, Luna just gave birth, and the cubs are still young, they can’t handle long journeys or the shock of spatial rifts, nor can they adapt to a new environment. It’s better to stay in familiar territory."

A single word "Soren" made Soren Phoenix’s hair stand on end, his whole body feeling cold.

Malachi Arcanus slammed the table directly, "I’m not going, I’m not going. The Wolf Tribe is so carefree, if I went to that bothersome Phoenix Clan of yours, there’d definitely be a pile of rules suffocating people."

Rhys Blackwood said nothing, stood up directly from the Eight Immortals Table, and picked up each of the eight little snake cubs sleeping twisted together, waking them up to eat before going back to sleep.

Corbin Crowley thought of how Kael, Kael Shadowend, and Frey went to sleep without eating and directly dragged them to the food bowl.

The three fluffy little creatures, still drowsy, licked at the food in the dish.

Rhys’s side had the eight little snakes already coiled into a twist, their heads burying into the same clay bowl.

Soren Phoenix, seeing everyone’s refusal, and Luna not speaking, began to panic, continuously painting a picture of how good, beautiful, and warm the Phoenix Clan was.

Luna Sutton rubbed her temples with a headache, putting down her chopsticks, "Alright, stop arguing, everyone. I’ve said it, the Wolf Tribe is my home, I’m not going anywhere. No matter how hard the Winter could be, a family together can get through it."

Her gaze swept over everyone, "Soren, I appreciate your good intentions, but this matter ends here."

People must have some backbone, to avoid being looked down upon even more, it’s better not to go.

Even if it’s the Phoenix Clan and not the Dragon Clan, essentially there’s not much difference.

Soren shrugged, disappointment flashing in his peach blossom eyes, quickly masked by his habitual playful smile: "Fine, fine, it’s all up to Luna. I was just making a suggestion, if not, then not, why get so aggressive."

He turned to attentively serve Luna Sutton some food, "Here, try this, it tastes pretty good."

The meal ended in a subtle atmosphere.

Mael Valerius remained silent, his golden eyes occasionally falling on Luna Sutton.

For some unknown reason, he had a vague feeling that the big part of the reason Luna refused to go to Aetheria was her father.

Although this feeling came inexplicably, thoughts like this just popped up without warning.

He sighed inwardly, only feeling a headache, not knowing how to handle this matter.

After dinner, Luna Sutton returned to her room.

She walked to the wooden tub, glanced at the two Dragon Eggs and Phoenix Egg quietly lying inside absorbing the Holy Spring, having been nurtured for more than a month, and still not knowing when they’d hatch.

Her gaze fell on the two Dragon Eggs, thinking of something, she couldn’t help but ask the system in her heart: "System, would Horace Valerius know I’ve produced two Dragon Eggs?"

Although she’d long suspected in her heart, she still wanted to ask.

The system quickly came online, its voice complex: "He knows, as soon as Mael Valerius first returned to Aetheria, he knew, but he thinks you’re a fraud, a wandering soul occupying the original owner’s body full of lies, so he doesn’t have even the slightest regard for you, as a result, even looking at these two Dragon Eggs, he considers them evil creatures, even knowing they’re his grandchildren, he shows no reaction."

After listening to the system’s words, Luna Sutton’s heart sneered.

That old Horace Valerius, how noble does he think he is?

What’s wrong with being a fraud? It’s not like she willingly occupied this body, can she be blamed for that?

Even if she once was a wandering soul, she never harmed anyone.

Seeing people with prejudice, what a joke?

If that’s so, then she doesn’t need to hurry to get him to acknowledge, and she even more doesn’t want to go to Aetheria.

Her children, even if not recognized by the Dragon Clan, will still be the most noble and outstanding cubs in this world.

She’ll let her children grow up happily in the Wolf Tribe, then go see the broader world, becoming the best males or females they can be.

As for Horace...

Let him continue living in his own world, clinging to those utterly ridiculous notions, and die in solitude.

She turned and walked to the bed, about to rest.

She saw Mael Valerius leaning against the door at some unknown moment, his golden eyes in the dim light appearing deep, with complexities, apprehension, expectation, and some nervousness swirling within.

"Luna, let’s talk properly."

His voice was low, carrying an unprecedented seriousness.

She looked up at Mael Valerius, her eyes slightly moving, roughly knowing what he wanted to discuss.

"About what?"

She naturally removed her outer robe and sat at the edge of the bed, her voice calm, without any discernible emotion.

Mael Valerius walked into the room, gently closing the door, isolating the faint sounds coming from the outer hall.

He sat at the bed holding her softly, his voice very low, carrying a repressed emotion, "Luna, I know my father’s attitude made you uncomfortable, I apologize on his behalf."