Raising Beast Cubs to Find a Husband novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Taking Out the Trash

The underground cistern was quiet, save for the dripping of slime and the ragged, wheezing breaths of Marquis Grieve.

The Toad noble was lying in a heap of mud, his velvet suit ruined, his face swollen and purple from where the Wolf Lord had nearly taken his head off.

He groaned, trying to push himself up. His webbed hand slipped in the muck.

"My... my collection..." Grieve mumbled, spitting out a tooth. "I must... escape..."

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Footsteps echoed on the stone. Not the heavy, panicked boots of Warlords. These were precise, polished, terrifyingly calm footsteps.

Two figures emerged from the shadows of the tunnel.

Balthazar, the Wolf Butler, stood on the left. He was wearing a pristine black tailcoat and adjusting a pair of white gloves that remained miraculously clean despite the sewer air.

Alistair, the Snake Butler, stood on the right. He held a clipboard and a mana-lantern.

"Disgusting," Alistair noted, looking at the Marquis with the same expression one might use for a cockroach on a salad. "The Archduke was correct. The sanitation in this sector is appalling."

"Master Rurik left a mess," Balthazar sighed, looking at the unconscious Toad guards and the broken furniture. "He always forgets to bag the refuse."

Grieve squinted at them. "You... you are servants. Help me! I will pay you! I have gold!"

Alistair checked his clipboard. "Actually, according to the Imperial Bank update from five minutes ago... you have nothing. Your estates have been seized. Your accounts are frozen. Even the velvet on your back has been repossessed to cover legal fees."

Grieve paled. "What?"

"You are bankrupt, former Marquis," Alistair said coldly. "And you are under arrest for kidnapping, extortion, and—most unforgivably—ruining the Young Master’s dinner plans."

Balthazar snapped his fingers.

From the tunnel behind them, a squad of Shadow-Guards (courtesy of Duke Lucien) marched in. They didn’t carry handcuffs. They carried Iron Chains.

"No!" Grieve shrieked as they hauled him up. "I have rights! I am a noble!"

"You are a criminal," Balthazar corrected, his monocle glinting. "And you are going to the Iron Hold. The deepest cell. No water. No flies."

"And no window," Alistair added.

The guards dragged the screaming, thrashing Toad away into the dark.

Balthazar watched them go, then pulled a bottle of strong cologne from his pocket and sprayed the air.

"Shall we inform the Masters that the trash has been collected?" Balthazar asked.

"Let them mourn first," Alistair replied, turning off his lantern. "We have a bakery to clean."

The two butlers turned and walked away, leaving the sewer empty, silent, and finally... toad-free.

Ten minutes after the Butlers departed, a figure stumbled into the sewer entrance, flanked by two very unhappy Royal Guards.

It was Princess Leonora, still wearing her crooked fox mask and clutching the half-eaten Moon-Cake Rajah had given her like a holy relic.

"General?" Leonora whispered, peering into the dark, smelly tunnel. "General Khanda? Are you... conquering the sludge?"

She had lost them in the crowd when the fireworks went off. She had spent the last hours trying to track the massive Tiger by following the trail of terrified civilians, which eventually led her here.

"Princess," one of her guards pleaded, holding a scented handkerchief to his nose. "Please. The General is gone. The smell is... treasonous. We should return to the Palace."

"Nonsense!" Leonora adjusted her mask. "A warrior wife does not fear humidity! If Rajah is down here fighting evil, I shall... offer tactical support!"

She took a brave step into the muck.

Squish.

She looked down. She had stepped in a puddle of green slime left behind by the Toad guards.

"Ew," Leonora squeaked, her ’Warrior Princess’ persona cracking instantly.

Just then, a Shadow-Guard (one of the ones left behind to secure the scene) materialized from the wall. He didn’t bow. He just pointed a finger back toward the surface.

"Closed," the Shadow rasped. "Clean up in progress. Civilians leave."

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