Exiled Villainess: They Threw Me Out, Now Every Beastman Wants Me novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: The Pen From Hell

Tera had asked to see the animals, wanting to start the task as soon as possible, while the wolves were most receptive to her. But apparently that had been interpreted as a public event.

Calis, the females, and a number of wolves had trailed after her, whispering amongst themselves about what the shiftless female wanted with their animals.

By the time they arrived, Tera had an audience of roughly fifteen wolves, all watching her with the expectation of someone about to perform something impressive.

Like picking the animals needed for the meat that night.

But Tera was not feeling impressive.

She was feeling nauseous.

The smell reached her before the pen did.

It rolled over the group in a thick, warm wave that invaded her nostrils and made her eyes water. Two of the females behind her wrinkled their noses. Faelynn’s expression didn’t change, but Luth buried her tiny face into her mother’s neck and whined.

’Oh, my GOD.’

[β(,⁹⋂⁹,)〣]

[What is that rancid smell?!]

Tera did a double take, momentarily distracted from the mess before her.

’I know you can’t smell a thing. What are you talking about?!’

Returning her attention to the pen, Tera could feel her soul leave her body while the rest of the wolves didn’t understand why Tera and her other beast males looked the way they did.

Olaf and Bessier stared pointedly at the animals.

The word "pen" was doing a tremendous amount of heavy lifting. What stood before her was a collection of sticks jammed into the ground at angles that defied both logic and gravity, loosely tied together with strips of dried vine that had given up on life long before Tera had arrived.

Some sections were upright. Others were leaning so dramatically that they looked like they were trying to lie down and die. An entire corner had collapsed inward, and the animals had simply stepped over the fallen sticks and were now grazing on both sides of the barrier as if it didn’t exist.

Because functionally, it didn’t.

’What... am I looking at?’

[(ᵕ⚈₋₍⚈")∘ ∘ ∘]

[Why is Host asking this system?]

[What does it look like?]

Tera turned to Calis. "This is how you keep your animals?"

Calis blinked, clearly not understanding her tone. "Yes."

Tera turned back to the pen, afraid for her mouth to even fall open so a fly wouldn’t pop in.

"Why are the animals so dirty?"

Calis frowned. He looked at the animals, then back at Tera, genuinely confused.

Even Faelynn and the rest looked baffled. "They are animals."

"I can see that. But why are they caked in filth?"

The confusion on the wolves’ faces deepened. Tera noticed a few shallow, covered pits that likely contained animal waste.

The wolves at least had the sense to manage the waste, but the animals themselves were absolutely disgusting. Mud-crusted, matted, and reeking with a stench so thick Tera could practically taste it.

What surprised her was that the wolves standing around her were not dirty.

How were the WOLVES cleaner than their LIVESTOCK?!

’How have I not even noticed this smell before?’

[Host, your senses are measly compared to the beasts around you]

[(ㅎᴗㅎ)...]

[The wolves have been enduring this smell the entire time]

[Congratulations on finally catching up]

Tera’s cheek twitched.

She turned back to Calis. "You have water now. The stream is flowing. Why haven’t you washed them?"

Calis stared at her as if she had just suggested he teach the animals to speak.

"Washed them?"

"Yes. Washed. The animals. With water."

He was about to tell her he would swiftly have them washed when one of the stocky brown animals near the broken corner suddenly bolted. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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