The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 What A Casanova

After a good meal, Rosalie packed up her belongings. She didn’t have much, so everything she owned fit into a single piece of beast hide.
Rosalie found it strange. Everyone said she was the tribe leader’s beloved daughter, spoiled and willful, yet she didn’t even have a single silver coin on her. Even the food stored at home was the lowest-grade cornmeal.
She thought of her nominal younger sister, Reva Bennet, and the strange look that girl had given her.
Rosalie had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but no matter how she tried, she couldn’t figure it out. So she shook her head, slung her bundle over her shoulder, and walked out.
Outside the door, several handsome beastmen stood in a row. When they saw her come out, their expressions varied.
Rosalie paused, then walked to stand beside Leon. Leon immediately took two steps back to keep his distance. Rosalie gave a helpless smile. “I’ve barely left the tribe before. I’ll have to trouble you to lead the way.”
Rosalie’s tone was polite. Leon replied, “Understood, Matriarch.”
When they left the tribe, many beastmen stood on both sides of the road watching the spectacle, treating her as a cautionary tale.
Beastmen being divorced was common. But a female being expelled along with her entire household was rare.
The surrounding beastmen pointed and whispered, saying this was all her own doing, that she wouldn’t survive more than a few days before being eaten by wild beasts. Malicious remarks filled the air.
Yet, Rosalie kept her back straight and kept her eyes forward, ignoring every word.
Not because she didn’t care, but because those insults were directed at the original Rosalie. Right now, she, “Rosalie Bennet”, had a bright future to carve out.
Leon walked in front but watched her from the corner of his eye. Seeing her silent, he was surprised. If this were before, whoever dared to speak ill of Rosalie would have been chased down for three days and three nights, with her screaming, rolling on the ground like a shrew—that was how she used to behave.
But now she remained calm and composed. She really did seem like a changed person.
Cameron, however, was seething, his eyes red. No matter how terrible Rosalie was, she was still his Matriarch. How could outsiders be allowed to insult her?
He opened his mouth to retort, but Rosalie shot him a single look. Cameron immediately understood: Don’t stir up trouble.
Reva stood at the tribal gate, arms crossed, whispering smugly, “Rosalie, I hope I’ll still get to see you again.”
Rosalie ignored the provocation. In the apocalypse, she had seen too many people who kicked others while they were down. Hence, someone like Reva wasn’t worthy of her attention.
But Cameron couldn’t stand such malice. He flared up like a little fox with bristling fur. “Loose-tongued shrew. Watch out, or your tongue might fall off.”
Reva was furious. She ordered nearby beastmen to seize Cameron and teach him a lesson.
Rosalie exhaled and had no choice but to intervene again. She pulled out her bone knife and slashed a deep cut across one beastman’s arm.
Reva stared at her in disbelief, meeting Rosalie’s cold, intimidating gaze. The oppressive aura Rosalie exuded froze her on the spot.
Rosalie wiped the blood from the bone knife, swept her icy gaze around, then fixed her eyes on Reva. “If you dare touch my beastmen again, you’ll regret it.
“Let’s go.”
She turned to leave. The wounded beastman tried to charge at her, but was instantly slapped aside by a sharp figure. Declan’s pupils had narrowed vertically, glowing gold. Faint scales shimmered across his skin as an overwhelming dragon aura spread through the air, suffocating everyone present.
Cameron wasn’t afraid of Reva’s useless beastmen, but being protected by Rosalie? That was new. A strange feeling bubbled inside him, and as he looked at Rosalie’s plump back, he suddenly thought it looked tall and dignified.
Leon led them onward, and it took an hour to reach their resting place.
Rosalie’s body was terribly out of shape; after just fifteen minutes of walking, she was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, likely due to her weight.
By the time they arrived, she was gripping her sore thigh, swearing to lose weight as fast as possible—not just for her health, but to develop survival skills needed for life in the deep forest.
When that time came, she wouldn’t have to rely on these beastmen and would naturally set them free.
Leon, watching her reaction, had expected her to complain halfway. He hadn’t thought she would push through to the end.
Micah was too weak to walk that long. The beastmen took turns carrying him, and even then, sweat dotted his forehead, and his face was pale.
Rosalie, panting beside him, watched as Micah pulled out a soft beast-skin cloth specially treated with medicinal herbs. He gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Rosalie was startled. In her previous life, she had barely interacted with men. Something this intimate had never happened before.
Seeing her reaction, Micah paled and apologized softly, “I’m sorry, Matriarch. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
His lashes trembled, casting a shadow like he was about to cry. He was such a beautiful man, and Rosalie couldn’t bear to see him upset.
She gave a small smile. “It’s not your fault. Thank you.”
Only then did Micah smile, the corners of his eyes lifting slightly.
From a distance, Cameron watched, jealousy flaring. “What a Casanova,” he muttered sourly.
After resting, Rosalie checked the house—a simple courtyard with a main building and five small rooms. They were dusty from long neglect but not dirty beyond repair.
Rosalie assigned tasks to everyone. Each person was to choose a room of their own and clean it themselves.
Micah chose the most remote, darkest room. Rosalie checked it and saw it wasn’t good for someone sickly.
She grabbed Micah and shoved him toward the main room. Micah panicked. “That won’t do. Matriarch, I shouldn’t take your room.”
Rosalie hardened her expression. “Are you disobeying me?”
Micah shook his head immediately.
“Then you will stay here. Disobeying me is violating my command.”
Micah sat down, flustered, while Rosalie began cleaning the main room. She wasn’t heartless enough to make a sick man clean his own quarters.
Outside, Leon and Elijah exchanged a glance.
“The Matriarch seems different.”
Elijah’s voice was cold. “What, you believe—like that idiot Cameron—that she’s suddenly turned over a new leaf?”
Elijah would never forget how his colorful peacock feathers were plucked out one by one by that woman. He would never believe Rosalie had changed. Everything she did was merely a trick, a façade.
Leon lowered his gaze and casually crushed a pebble in his hand. “Of course not. But the change is drastic. We need to observe.”
Elijah snorted. “Suit yourself.”