End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44 Cotton’s Discipline

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Despite Tim’s attempts to stop him, Henry had decided to demand an explanation from Robin the second she got back.

He’d thought he was in the right. But after a few exchanges, staring at that infuriatingly brazen face, he was starting to suspect he wasn’t. His ears were burning.

“Heh.”

Robin released him with undisguised disdain. “Open your eyes and look at what Shangri–La has become. This is the result of my effort. You keep saying this is your territory–get this straight: if I wasn’t here, even if your people found this place, you’d all be dead without food, water, or medicine!”

Henry shot back. “I never asked you to save me!”

Ella and Dane exchanged a look of pure terror.

Tim hadn’t gone out today and didn’t know Robin’s true capabilities. But those two had seen everything firsthand.

They didn’t even want to think about how terrifying she actually was.

“Mr. Henry-”

Dane began cautiously. “Please, stop talking…”

He was genuinely afraid Robin might just shoot him.

“Dane, have you all turned on me,

too?”

Henry stared, incredulous. It was bad enough that his home had been taken. Now, even his own people were siding with Robin?

“I haven’t turned on you,” Dane said, pained.

“It’s just… Robin really is the reason we’re alive.”

“Enough.”

Robin cut him off. “Cotton. Come here.”

She patted Cotton’s head, then pointed a finger at Henry like a drawn blade. Two words, cold as ice. “Get

him.

“Honk honk!”

The second he heard those words, Cotton lit up instantly.

His wings spread wide, beady eyes blazing with the joy of righteous combat, and before Henry could so much as flinch–a hurricane–force gust launched him across the room.

“Mr. Henry!”

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Chapter 44 Cotton’s Discipline

“Mr. Henry!”

Ella and the others nearly had heart attacks.

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Robin’s expression didn’t change. “He eats my food, uses my things, sleeps in my bed, and the first thing he does after waking up is disrespect the person who saved his life. Since he doesn’t understand gratitude, I’ll make sure the lesson sticks.

“You think you can take this place back by running your mouth? What makes you think you have the right to challenge me? You can’t even beat my goose. Pathetic.”

Henry had been in a coma for two weeks. Being ambushed the moment he woke up was devastating–his back slammed into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

And Cotton gave him zero recovery time. The goose charged in, hammering that rock–hard beak into him again and again.

Geese were village tyrants by nature–chasing dogs, terrorizing children. Cotton, as a mutated creature, was on another level entirely. Every strike left a dark bruise the size of a fist.

“What the hell are you doing?! Get off! Get away from me!”

Henry had never been so disheveled.

His tall frame was crammed into a corner, arms and legs flailing wildly. At this point, he would’ve rather been bitten by zombies outside than mauled by a goose in front of everyone.

“What are you standing around for?”

Robin looked at Ella. “You’re Shangri–La’s head housekeeper. A new resident arrives, and you don’t even show them around?”

Ella snapped out of it. “Right–I forgot! Jessica, come with me. There’s food over here. Pick any room you like.”

Dane and Tim watched Cotton handle Henry and actually exhaled with relief.

After spending time with Robin, they didn’t know her inside and out—but they knew this much: she wasn’t truly angry.

Their master had been out of line, honestly.

He needed the lesson.

Once Ella and Jessica had left, the two men found excuses and slipped away, too.

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