Fat and Ugly Villainess Wins Back Her Five Beast Husband

The witch said lightly, "Her body is not in serious danger. But as for her face... I’m afraid it may never completely recover."

The person huddled in the corner trembled.

Sora instinctively glanced at Lukan, who was standing behind the witch.

Their eyes met for a brief moment.

Lukan gently shook his head.

Sora immediately understood what he meant.

Don’t interfere.

She quietly looked away.

At that moment, Lukan, who had apparently just returned after being away for the entire night, looked somewhat exhausted. Even so, he stood upright, his expression calm and composed.

Sora wondered how far the witch had traveled from the tribe to get here. Judging from Lukan’s tired appearance, he had probably hurried all the way back without stopping to rest.

When Lukan noticed Sora looking at him, he gave her a faint smile.

Sora returned the smile.

The witch finished examining Serena before turning toward Lukan.

"Yesterday, you told me that many people in the tribe had become sick and were suffering from poisoning. But judging from the situation here, most of them seem to have recovered."

Before Lukan could answer, Martin spoke.

"The people were indeed seriously ill."

Martin glanced toward Sora with obvious pride.

"But thanks to my daughter discovering the cause and treating them in time, most of the tribe has already recovered."

The witch’s eyes immediately turned toward Sora.

"Your daughter knows witchcraft?"

Martin smiled.

"No. If she did, there would have been no need for us to invite you here."

The witch looked even more confused.

"Then how did she cure them?"

Martin paused before giving Sora a meaningful look.

"Kaelira, why don’t you explain it to the witch?"

Sora’s lips twitched.

She immediately understood what her father was doing.

He’s pushing the responsibility onto me again.

But she couldn’t blame him.

The fewer people who knew about the salt well and the process she had used to purify salt, the safer the tribe would be.

If outsiders discovered such an important resource, trouble would inevitably follow.

So Sora could only accept the mess Martin had handed her.

She cleared her throat.

"Actually, I didn’t do much."

The witch looked at her attentively.

"I only made the sick people vomit out whatever they had eaten and then gave them something sweet to drink."

"Something sweet?"

The witch frowned.

Sora nodded.

"Yes. I made them drink sugar water."

She couldn’t exactly explain electrolytes to people living in a primitive beast world.

Even if she tried, they probably wouldn’t understand the concept.

So she had simplified everything.

The witch remained thoughtful.

He clearly found the treatment strange.

Sora added quickly, "I only happened to know this method because my foster mother taught me. When I was young, I often ate things I shouldn’t have, and whenever I became sick, she would treat me this way."

That explanation seemed to satisfy him.

The witch nodded slowly.

"Although the method is somewhat unconventional, making them vomit before the poison could spread further was a wise decision."

He paused before looking at Sora with a hint of approval.

"You should come visit me sometime."

Martin’s eyes immediately lit up.

As the chief, he understood the meaning behind those words.

The witch was interested in Sora.

Perhaps he even wanted to take her as a disciple.

"Of course," Martin immediately agreed. "Whenever I have the opportunity, I’ll bring my daughter to visit you."

Sora blinked.

She hadn’t expected that.

Still, she politely nodded.

"I’d be honored."

The witch gave her one final look before turning away.

"Since there are no serious problems remaining in the Wolf Clan tribe, I will take my leave."

Martin nodded.

"Mark, escort the witch back."

A moment later, Mark entered the dwelling.

His gaze briefly landed on Serena.

There was a complicated look in his eyes.

He had spent quite some time talking with Nick Wilde the previous day. During that conversation, he had finally learned what Serena had done.

Mark had originally intended to plead with Martin on Serena’s behalf.

After all, Serena had grown up with him.

He couldn’t simply watch her be punished without doing anything.

But before he could say a word, Martin interrupted him.

"Take the witch back."

Mark opened his mouth.

"Father, I—"

Martin immediately waved his hand.

"Don’t make the witch wait. Can’t you see she’s exhausted?"

He paused before adding pointedly,

"And you need to rest too. You spent the entire night away."

Mark could only swallow his words.

"Yes, Father."

He immediately transformed.

A moment later, a large wolf stood before the witch.

"Shaman, please."

The witch climbed onto his back.

Mark carried him out of the dwelling, and the two quickly disappeared into the distance.

Only after they had left did Martin turn toward the tribe members waiting outside.

"Everyone, come in."

The beastmen and females who had been waiting outside immediately crowded inside.

Everyone wanted to know what would happen to Serena.

Martin looked around the room.

His expression was solemn.

"I’ll give everyone an explanation about yesterday."

The room immediately fell silent.

Martin’s gaze swept across the crowd before settling on one particular beastman.

"Omar, step forward."

A young werewolf trembled as he slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Yes, Chief."

Martin looked directly at him.

"You told me yesterday that the salt had become wet and needed to be dried again. Is that correct?"

Omar swallowed nervously.

"Yes."

Then he quickly raised both hands.

"But Chief, I swear this poison has nothing to do with me!"

Martin’s expression remained calm.

"Explain."

Omar hurriedly said, "That day, Serena told me the salt had become wet. She said that if it wasn’t dried again, it would clump together and wouldn’t taste good."

The room instantly became silent.

Every gaze turned toward Serena.

Martin’s eyes hardened.

"Serena."

The female sitting in the corner remained motionless.

"Do you have anything to say?"

For several moments, Serena said nothing.

Her fingers tightened around the animal hide beneath her.

Finally, she lowered her head.

"I have nothing to say."

Martin’s expression darkened.

Serena slowly lifted her face.

"I did it."

A collective gasp swept through the room.

"I was the one who tampered with the salt."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Then Martin’s voice rang out.

"According to our tribe’s laws, anyone who deliberately harms members of the tribe will be punished by death."

His eyes were filled with disappointment.

Serena lowered her head again.

She had already known this would be her fate.

Suddenly—

"Wait!"

A female rushed forward.

Lyra stood protectively in front of Serena.

"There must be some misunderstanding!"

Martin frowned.

Lyra turned toward him.

"You should talk this over with Serena first. How could she possibly poison the entire tribe? She’s always treated everyone well. She has no reason to hurt them!"

Sora stood silently to the side.

She watched Lyra defend Serena.

There was no surprise in her eyes.

Of course Lyra would protect her.

After all, Serena’s actions had always been directed toward Sora.

From the beginning, Lyra had never truly considered Sora’s existence.

As far as she was concerned, Serena was the victim and Sora was the intruder who had taken everything that should have belonged to Serena.

Sora couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

She really is biased beyond reason.

Serena had poisoned the tribe’s food.

People had become sick.

Some had nearly died.

Yet Lyra still wanted to believe Serena was innocent simply because Serena had always appeared gentle.

Martin’s expression remained cold.

"Lyra, step aside."

Lyra shook her head.

"No!"

"She made a mistake!"

"A mistake?"

Martin’s voice became heavier.

"Do you know how many people were poisoned?"

Lyra’s face paled.

"But—"

"No."

Martin interrupted her.

"This isn’t something that can be dismissed as a mistake."

Serena remained silent.

Sora watched her carefully.

There was something strange about Serena’s reaction.

She wasn’t crying anymore.

She wasn’t begging.

She simply sat there quietly, as if she had accepted everything.

Sora narrowed her eyes.

Is she really giving up?

She didn’t believe it.

Serena was not the type of person to surrender so easily.

There had to be another reason.

Martin’s gaze returned to Serena.

"Why?"

Serena’s fingers trembled.

"Because..."

She slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were filled with resentment.

"I only wanted to take back what belonged to me."

Sora’s expression didn’t change.

There it was.

The truth.

Everything Serena had done—from competing with Sora to poisoning the salt—had been driven by the belief that Sora had stolen her place.

Serena believed that the tribe’s attention, the males’ affection, and perhaps even her future had originally belonged to her.

She had never considered that perhaps nothing had ever belonged to her in the first place.

Martin closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, the disappointment was even deeper.

"You harmed everyone because you believed someone had taken something from you?"

Serena lowered her head.

"I didn’t intend for things to become this serious."

"But they did."

Martin’s voice was cold.

Sora remained silent.

She didn’t need to say anything.

The evidence was already enough.

But she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this matter was incomplete.

Serena had admitted to poisoning the salt.

Omar had confirmed that she instructed him to dry it.

The sacred fire had reacted to her.

Everything pointed toward Serena.

Yet Sora’s instincts told her there was another piece hidden beneath the surface.

How exactly had Serena managed to tamper with the purification process without being noticed?

That was the question she still couldn’t answer.

She had divided the workers into groups.

She had assigned people to monitor every stage.

The discarded brine was supposed to be processed separately.

Someone had needed access.

Someone had needed to know exactly what to do.

And Serena couldn’t have learned the entire process merely by watching from a distance.

Sora’s eyes darkened.

Maybe Serena really had done it.

But perhaps someone had taught her how.

Or perhaps someone had helped her.

If that was true, then catching Serena was only the beginning.

There might still be another enemy hiding within the tribe.

And that person might already know exactly how much Sora had discovered.

Sora quietly glanced around the dwelling.

The tribe members were focused on Serena.

No one noticed the subtle change in her expression.

She slowly curled her fingers.

I need to investigate this myself.

For now, however, she said nothing.

There was no reason to reveal her suspicions prematurely.

Sometimes, the safest way to catch a hidden enemy was to let them believe they had escaped notice.

Sora lowered her eyes.

Serena had already fallen.

But if there was someone behind her...

Sora would make sure they revealed themselves.

One way or another.

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