Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands
Chapter 56 --56

Chapter 56: Chapter-56

He saw something no one else did.

A faint purple smoke was rising from her body. Cold. Strange.

And then, it looked at him—or at least, it felt like it did.

Like it was warning him.

Stay away from her.

Vayu took a step back, heart pounding.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

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The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Kaya and the others set out. Their goal was to reach the nearby Sheep Tribe.

Cutie had told them to just follow the river on the right side. That’s what the village elders had once said. But the problem was... even he didn’t know exactly where the Sheep Tribe was. He only knew the river led in that direction.

So, with that vague guidance, they began walking.

Kaya, meanwhile, couldn’t help but feel the pressure building. Only two months were left before the cold season arrived. And here, the cold wasn’t just a minor inconvenience—it was life-threatening.

Back in the modern world Kaya came from, cold weather meant heaters, blankets, and warm homes. Here? None of that. No shelter. No food security. No idea where warmth would come from next.

She knew from experience how brutal nature could be. In the cities, winter felt sharp but manageable. But in forests like this, it was a completely different beast. The cold felt thicker, heavier, and far more dangerous.

Winter was also when predators either went into hiding—or became more desperate. Being out in the open for too long during that season could mean death in just ten days.

And Kaya wasn’t just any normal person. She had been trained to endure pain, hunger, and even the cold... but she wasn’t foolish. She didn’t want to test her limits here.

So she was determined to leave the riverbanks quickly, reach the Sheep Tribe, and hopefully find a more stable place to live.

Not that she wanted to live with strangers in a tribe. No. Kaya wanted a place of her own. A space where she didn’t have to be around people she didn’t know or trust.

As her thoughts wandered, her eyes landed on Vayu—the snake. Or at least the man named after one. He was fully dressed, layers and all.

That made her think.

If he had proper clothes, maybe there was a market nearby. A place to buy essentials. Because her own clothes were already worn thin, torn at the edges, and filthy.

They wouldn’t last much longer.

She needed clothes. She needed supplies.

But more than anything—Kaya needed to figure out how the hell she was going to buy anything in this world.

That was the real mystery.

It took about one and a half days.

And if it weren’t for Vayu, it might’ve taken even longer.

Kaya had heard before—whispers, old sayings—that snakes were sensitive. That they could smell prey... or sense danger lingering in the air. But that was all just hearsay to her. She had never seen it with her own eyes.

Until today.

Just when they were about to give up—tired feet dragging, hearts sinking, ready to call it a day—Vayu suddenly stiffened. His body tensed, puffed up in that distinct way of his.

Then came his voice, calm but certain.

"I can sense someone."

And then, Vayu led the way to the tribe.

At first, Kaya was suspicious—how could she not be? Really now, how was she supposed to trust a snake? One she had met only a few days ago.

Oh sure, because in her sense blindly trusting a total stranger who happens to be a rabbit beastman is clearly a brilliant idea

Forget it

It sounded ridiculous.

It was ridiculous.

But anyway... she did. She followed Vayu.

And in the end, they found it.

A settlement.

A tribe.

The Sheep Tribe.

Tucked away quietly—slightly off the path, hidden deep within the forest. It was easy to miss, almost like the trees themselves had been guarding it.

But the moment they stepped into view of it, Kaya froze.

It was nothing like the Rabbit Tribe.

Not even close.

They weren’t anyone familiar.

Not long-lost friends or allies from another tribe.

And there wasn’t any towering castle or fancy entrance waiting ahead either.

Just huts.

Old, broken, weather-worn huts barely stitched together with straw and wood.

But what truly caught Kaya off guard...

Wasn’t the poor state of the place.

It was the atmosphere.

The females here—

They were too happy. Too relaxed.

Children ran around barefoot with wide smiles.

The men were laughing, chatting. Some women worked, others watched them with soft smiles, basking in the sun like they had not a single worry in the world.

It was... strange.

No, more than that.

It was exactly like—

A flock of sheep.

Yes. That’s what it felt like.

How sheep grazed, wandered, dozed under the sun...

No rush, no worry. Just existing. Soft and fluffy and floating through the day like puffs of cloud.

Exactly like that.

And even though Kaya thought she’d gotten used to strange things—

First the rabbit ears (which she had to admit were kinda cute),

Then a snake turning into a person (she still wasn’t over that),

She was not prepared for this.

Two things completely threw her off.

First—

The men. Or sheep-men. Whatever they were called.

They had thick, fluffy white wool around their necks—like natural scarves of cotton. Their soft curls bounced when they walked, and Kaya didn’t know if she wanted to pet one or ask if they were warm in this heat.

And second—

As she stepped closer to the edge of the tribe, she saw them.

Real sheep.

Tiny, fat, puffy sheep.

Trotting around like little clouds with legs.

One of them wandered up to her, lifted its round head, and just stared—

Its mouth open slightly, as if trying to say something but forgetting how.

And Kaya—

Kaya, who hadn’t eaten meat in days—

Looked down at it.

Not as a living, fluffy creature.

But as a steaming bowl of her captain’s famous sheep stew.