Trapped in Beast World: My Husbands Are All Animals! Novel

---- Chapter 47 His Fierce Little Female Her hottest male? Vesper clutched his hide skirt as if yielding were impossible, feeling that his little female might be just a bit too fierce. Ardenia's eyes flicked to his shoulder-the wound was almost completely healed. With a shove, she made him stumble back and swung a leg over him, straddling his body. "Tell me-does your butt hurt? Did you fall on it?" Vesper stammered, "N-no. It's fine." Then he turned his face aside, cheeks flaring with heat. He expected her to keep going-but he never anticipated her next call. "Vesper, come here!

There's a ton of mint!" Rising, he followed her voice and spotted Ardenia crouched beside a stream, tugging up thick sprigs of shiny green leaves, her grin bright and childish. As he approached, the sharp aroma hit him. "What's that? Smells... awful." ---- Ardenia replied, "Mint. It keeps mosquitoes away-at least to some degree. It can ease headaches, dizziness, soothe a sore throat, and stop a cough. The essential oil is the real gem-it reduces itching and swelling.

The tribe gets swarmed in the rainy season; rub this on bites, and it helps a lot." Vesper, hearing all the benefits, eagerly jumped in. He mirrored her movements, pulling up mint by the roots and rinsing it in the stream. Noticing his lingering injuries, Ardenia said, "Go rest over there. I've got it covered." Then she returned immediately to tugging mint, humming with satisfaction. Her anti-mosquito sachet was nearly ready, still lacking camphor seeds. If she found them, she'd crush them to release their scent, then mix them with mint and mugwort-a perfect bug repellent.

"Vesper, do you know where those trees grow? The evergreens with the tiny black fruits?" She asked because the terrain suggested camphor should be nearby-she just didn't know the exact spot. ---- Camphor was a natural treasure, fragrant and versatile. Its seeds, especially, were packed with oil-antibacterial, anti- inflammatory, excellent for skin care. Even unpressed, they could be stuffed into a pillow for better sleep. They could also be turned into beads for mosquito-repelling bracelets. Its uses were practically endless. Ardenia adored camphor-those tall trees reminded her of her mates.

Vesper scanned the trees he'd seen and pointed uphill. "On the mountain." "Perfect. I'm taking an entire tree home." Strip away the leaves and seeds, and the camphor wood would be perfect for making furniture-ideally a bed. She was sleeping on a mat now, which sometimes felt uncomfortably damp. She could rest in her pocket space, but time there blurred-no clear day or night. To avoid losing track completely, she never napped alone inside. By the time all the mint was carried up, Ardenia's hands were ---- rough, stained deep green from the plant's juice. Vesper didn't just stand there.

He wouldn't let his little female do all the work alone. Together, they bundled ten large stacks of mint. Carrying them back, however, proved tricky. Above, the others noticed Ardenia and Vesper were gone. Halden spotted the tracks leading into the ravine and frowned. "They must be down there." "That drop's insane. Are they okay?" Tobias shouted toward the depths. Halden replied, "They'll manage. Vesper's a Level 8 therian- he's no weakling." He turned to Calder and Niall. "You two gather honeysuckle here. Tobias and | will check below." They had overlooked this dark cliff before.

Fog hid its depth, making it appear even steeper. ---- Down below, Ardenia and Vesper stashed the mint in the pocket space, then traced the stream further downstream. Ardenia's skill was limited, and Vesper's injuries weren't fully healed, yet he moved without trouble. The rough path had him carrying Ardenia on his back, giving her a chance to continue tending to him. "Take a break. It doesn't hurt anymore," Vesper said, a hint of concern in his voice. His little female healed him at every chance she got-sweet, yes, but exhausting if it continued like this. "I'm fine.

There's nothing else to do anyway." They had collected most of the herbs already. Once processed, they'd head for camphor. Maybe pepper too- she'd been wanting it for ages. If timed right, late May would be perfect. With no phone, she had no real idea what day it was. The mountain greens were still fresh, and the mulberries near the entrance weren't all picked. She guessed late April or early May. Fine. Today will be April thirtieth. ---- Thinking that, she decided she'd make a calendar once home. Losing track of time in this world felt like wasting life.