Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 108

Apocalypse? I Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market

Chapter 108 At the End

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The whole courtyard was in chaos, dust and gravel flying, bodies crashing into each other with dull thuds.

Suddenly, Rosalie’s door flew open and she snapped, “All of you, back to your rooms!”

Then, she shut the door again. The beastmen all froze. Elijah’s lip was split open-courtesy of one of Julien’s punches.

Julien’s eye was ringed in purple, clearly from Elijah landing a solid hit of his own.

The two glared at each other, resentment burning in their eyes, but in the end they both turned and stalked back to their rooms.

The courtyard fell completely silent again. Someone, who’d been lurking in the shadows, waited until everyone had gone before sneaking closer.

That someone was Reva, who had been missing for a long time. Dark smudges hung under her eyes, her beast-hide clothes torn to shreds. She reached up, grabbed one of the red cloths hanging on the door, yanked it down, and stomped it underfoot.

The hatred in her eyes was impossible to hide. Rosalie had ruined her life and was now riding high again, collecting yet another husband-how was Reva supposed to swallow that?

On the day she’d escaped, Reva had wandered for a long time before finding Ziven half-frozen and purple with cold. She’d dragged him to shelter, and the two of them had survived only by clinging to each other for warmth.

Ever since then, Ziven had been wanted everywhere, and Reva hadn’t dared show her face either. The two of them skulked around like strays, never eating or sleeping well.

Reva lived in constant fear, day and night. She’d lost a lot of weight, and if it weren’t for Ziven staying by her side, she might have broken long ago.

All of it-every last bit-was Rosalie’s fault!

According to her original plan, Rosalie’s mother should’ve died quietly by now, Reva should’ve become tribe leader, and then naturally inherited the position for the next generation without anyone ever suspecting a thing.

But now everything was gone. Rosalie, all this pain-you’re going to pay it back, every last drop.

Rosalie returned to her room, took off the ceremonial clothes, changed back into her usual beast-hide, and collapsed onto the bed, slipping into a heavy sleep.

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Someone called her for dinner at some point, but Rosalic only cracked her eyes open in a daze, rolled over, and drifted off again.

She slept straight through to the afternoon and only woke up because someone was calling her

name.

A voice shouted her name from far away, drawing closer and closer, until her door was pushed

open.

Rosalie half-opened her eyes to see Grace’s face swimming into view. Grace looked frantic as she grabbed Rosalie’s hand and blurted, “Rosalie, I’ve got something to tell you-brace yourself.

“Your mother… she’s not going to make it.”

Rosalie froze for a second, as if her brain hadn’t caught up yet, then swung her legs off the bed and stood up in one sharp motion.

“Micah! Come here a second!”

The moment she called, Micah appeared at her side.

The other beastmen stepped out as well, forming a loose ring around Rosalie.

Rosalie gave quick, crisp orders. “Micah, Leon-you two are coming with me. I don’t think my mother has much time left.”

She glanced at the two brothers left hovering outside the circle and continued, “Everyone else stays home, keeps the house safe, keeps the rice shop running, and checks on the paddies.

“As for Gael and Julien, Elijah, you take them with you.”

With that, Rosalie hurried out after Grace, and just before stepping through the gate, she turned back to add, “Oh-and no fighting at home!”

Elijah shot Julien a sideways look and gave a soft, disdainful snort.

Rosalie didn’t notice the fallen strip of red cloth on the ground; she stepped right on it as she left.

Beastmen from the whole tribe crowded around one particular house, and when they saw Rosalie approaching, they quickly parted to open a path.

Every face she passed was heavy with grief and solemnity.

Rosalie’s heart sank. She walked straight in. The room was thick with the smell of medicine that wouldn’t dissipate, and on the bed lay Carina. At the sound of footsteps, the older woman’s cloudy eyes shifted weakly toward the door.

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