Reborn As A Beast Queen with Too Many Husbands to Pet novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 The Shaman’s Judgment

When Annelise first took Snowball in, he hadn’t been a tiny puppy.

He had already been a few years old-a stray that someone had abandoned.

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Maybe because he knew how hard it was to gain a home, he was exceptionally well-behaved after that, as if he understood everything she said.

For Annelise, who had grown up an orphan, it truly felt like having a younger brother.

She was just about to pull him away when Elder Clariona and the shaman arrived together.

The shaman’s cheeks were painted with tribal patterns made from mashed fruit pulp and flower petals.

It made her look fierce and unsettling.

She spoke bluntly. “Annelise, why are you still trying to take that thing away?”

In her right hand, the shaman gripped a wooden staff. The top was rounded, like an old, knotted burl. The shaft below was thin but not sharp.

When Elder Clariona saw her son, she called out softly, “Cadogo, my child, you—”

The shaman struck her hand aside with the staff.

“Elder Clariona, that is not your son. It must be some kind of monster who has come to plague our tribe and claim lives.”

She said that according to ancient tribal records, long ago there had been cases where shifter corpses weren’t properly handled and were instead thrown down the mountain.

Stimulated by poisonous beasts or toxic plants below, their bodies could still move.

They would return to the tribe with only the instinct to attack, having long since lost all reason, and would harm the tribe’s young.

The ancient texts called this phenomenon juuki.

Such corpses had to be burned-reduced completely to bone ash-before the threat was considered eliminated.

Hearing this, Annelise felt irritation surge.

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The same old rigid superstition again.

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“Look carefully,” she snapped. “He can speak. He’s standing here without moving, and even at this distance, he hasn’t attacked me once. Is this what you call juuki?”

Annelise could understand what the ancient records were really describing.

It was likely toxins invading the nerves after death, triggering residual reflexes and creating the illusion of movement.

Like when a corpse twitched or even sat up during cremation, even though the person was long dead.

It was just a physical reaction.

Death was still death.

But Snowball was different.

This was clearly transmigration.

A soul transfer-just like hers.

She had arrived at the perfect moment, when the original owner of the body died instantly and she took over.

The shaman, however, dipped the fingers of her left hand into a small jar at her waist, coating them with fruit pulp, and moved to smear it onto Snowball’s face.

Annelise blocked her. “That stuff won’t do anything. Let me ask you this-does the juuki you speak of know how to talk?”

“Well… the records don’t mention that,” the shaman admitted.

Annelise motioned for Snowball to speak.

Using his unbroken hand, Snowball pressed against his head.

The original Cadogo’s memories flooded into his mind.

“My name is Cadogo. I’m eighteen. Three months ago, while hunting a fierce beast in the mountains, I accidentally fell off a cliff and suffered… severe injuries.”

Annelise immediately said, “You hear that? He’s speaking clearly.”

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One female protested, “But his wrist is completely twisted backward!”

“That’s a bone injury,” Annelise said.

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She grabbed Snowball’s hand and told him to endure it. With a sharp motion, she twisted it back into place.

Snowball cried out in pain, but his hand immediately felt better.

“This is only temporary treatment,” Annelise said. “When we get back, it still needs to be splinted.”

Then she addressed the crowd. “I healed Holly’s father’s foot. This is the same kind of injury- broken bones, nothing strange. He fell from a mountain. If his body were perfectly intact, that would be frightening. What’s there to fear about injuries?”

Elder Clariona swallowed hard.

“So my son is really just injured… Shaman, look-he speaks normally…”

Annelise added, “And falling off a cliff doesn’t always mean death. Trees along the way can break the fall and act as cushioning. It’s possible.”

The shaman frowned, still unwilling to give up. She reached out and drew a line across Snowball’s forehead with her pulp-smeared finger.

They waited.

Nothing happened.

Of course nothing’s going to happen, Annelise thought.

She said calmly, “Shaman, that settles it, doesn’t it?”

The shaman’s brow remained tightly furrowed. “Whether he’s a problem or not, why are you in such a hurry, Annelise? And if I remember correctly, you only recently started interacting with the eastern part of the tribe. You’d never even set foot there before. So how do you know Cadogo?”

“Is it forbidden to meet in private?” Annelise shot back. “We’re all from the same tribe. Is it really so strange to become acquainted?”

Using the excuse that she needed to treat Elder Clariona’s son’s injuries, Annelise pulled Snowball along toward her place.

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Elder Clariona followed, along with several shifters eager to watch the drama unfold.

Only the shaman stayed behind, gripping her staff tightly.

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She was short, her body hung with multicolored stone ornaments that clacked softly whenever she moved.

Her eyes glared fiercely from a face smeared with fruit-pulp paint.

Her gaze was fixed in Annelise’s direction.

Annelise didn’t have the energy to worry about that now.

That was Snowball.

Nothing else mattered.

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