Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands -
Chapter 60 - -60
Chapter 60: Chapter -60
Kaya let out a soft sigh and quietly accepted the bowl Cutie handed her— the so-called stew.
Cutie watched her carefully, and when she took it without complaint, he sighed in relief and smiled a little. He turned away and went over to hand the next bowl to Vayu, already more at ease.
Kaya looked down at the bowl, steam rising lazily from the surface. She braced herself, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.
And paused.
Her mouth went still, lips tightening into a small, almost invisible line. Her jaw moved slightly, as if unsure whether to chew or just give up.
It was so sour. And the grassy aftertaste hit her like wet weeds soaked in vinegar.
She swallowed carefully, blinking once. Then again.
Her face didn’t change much—but deep down, she questioned all her life choices in that moment.
What on earth did they put in this?
Still, she kept quiet. She took another small sip, slowly, calmly, like this was all perfectly normal.
Because showing it on her face? That would be rude.
Kaya was used to eating bland, strange food in the army—things most people wouldn’t even touch. But today, after walking all day on an empty stomach, even this simple stew made her feel oddly irritated. She was tired—body, mind, and soul.
And now, one more thing had joined her list of survival needs: not just food and shelter, but spices. Yes, spices. She couldn’t believe it herself.
Before she died, she never got to taste the famous dishes she used to dream of. And now, here she was, staring at a bowl of watery stew, feeling nothing but exhaustion.
Still, something was better than nothing.
So Kaya drank it.
The taste made her pause. It was sour, grassy, with a bitterness that lingered. No salt. No meat. Just hot water with a few wild vegetables. She didn’t let her face show anything, but inside, she was struggling.
Across from her, others ate happily, slurping like it was a proper feast. She didn’t know how they could.
But Kaya still finished the bowl.
Not because it was tasty. Not even because she was that hungry. But because someone had taken the time to make it. And that effort mattered to her.
She had seen real hunger. She had seen people cry over empty pots. That’s why she made herself a promise long ago—no matter how bad the food tasted, she would never waste it.
Even in those days when people threw food at her, treating her like nothing—her anger was never at the food. It was always at the people.
Even then, she never threw it away.
So now, even if this stew felt like drinking boiled bitterness, she finished it in silence.
Later, when someone came to collect her bowl, she gave a small nod and said softly,
"Thank you. It was warm and filling."
She even said it tasted good—not because it did, but because she knew the feeling behind it. The intention.
Back in the Rabbit Tribe, when she’d refused their food, it wasn’t because it tasted bad. It was because they mistreated Cutie. They looked at her like something to own, not a person. That’s why Kaya had turned it away.
Even then, she hadn’t thrown it out.
For the next few days, Kaya decided to stay in the sheep tribe. These people were the quiet type—simple-minded and not the kind you could expect deep conversations from. Still, they were harmless and oddly peaceful. As for getting information, Cutie was of no help. Poor kid—sheltered not in the pampered way, but in the "he-can’t-even-step-out-of-the-tribe" kind of way. So, asking him anything was pretty much a dead end.
And that snake? Ugh. He’d give her exactly one answer, and even that looked like he was offering up a piece of his soul. As if every word out of his mouth cost him his lifespan. So, yeah, forget that too.
Which is why she turned her attention to the sheep tribe instead. And to her surprise, they actually knew a lot more than she expected. From them, she learned there was a marketplace that happened every two months. Not just sheep, but all kinds of animal tribes gathered there to trade. Clothes, food, tools—everything you could think of. There was no money here; everything worked on barter. You give something, you get something. Simple.
Even better, she learned that about thirty to forty kilometers from here, there was a sea. A sea. Just the word made her eyes light up. With the sea came endless seafood... and salt. Sweet, savory, life-saving salt.
She also found out that aside from the sheep, there were several other small tribes nearby. Among them was the vulture tribe, named after the Kayak Forest—but oddly enough, they didn’t live in the forest. Instead, they lived up on a mountain Kaya could just barely see from where she stood. From the hilltops, vultures resided like shadowy sentinels. Spooky, but useful to know.
Then came more practical finds. There were rabbit tribes nearby, and squirrel tribes too—known for trading dry fruits in massive quantities. The rat tribe? Apparently, they dealt in sharp, morbid-looking things—possibly scavenged from corpses. Kaya didn’t ask too much about that one.
And then... the dog tribe. She blinked at that. Dogs? Clothes? It sounded like a bad joke. But no, they actually raised silkworms and cotton plants. The sheep even had some of the dog tribe’s cotton cloth samples. Thick, but warm and durable—nothing fancy, but certainly useful.
Oh, and the sheep tribe? They had wool. Tons of it. But they barely used it. Most of them didn’t even feel cold—thanks to their own fur—and had no real need for clothes. The wool was cheap, nearly worthless to them. To Kaya? It was a treasure trove.
Another fun fact: wild animals usually didn’t go for this wool from the sheep not because its not useful but instead. Smelling like a sheep was like putting out a dinner invitation for predators.
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