Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 81

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 81: Feeding the Divine Tree**

“The young female won’t have the heart to return him once she sees how much we’ve sent her.” The elder’s voice echoed in the grand hall, filled with an urgency that made the air thick with expectation.

Maurice, the king, felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had truly exhausted all avenues with his son. “Thank the Beast God!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of gratitude and desperation. The thought of finally delivering the boy to the young female filled him with a sense of hope, a flicker of light in a darkened room.

He moved with purpose, his thoughts racing. He had to ensure the boy was packed and delivered to her as swiftly as possible. The elder, observing the king’s hasty movements, hurried to remind him of a crucial detail. “Your Majesty, have you forgotten? Prince Marcus has been in the crystal coffin ever since he leaped into the lake last month and was rescued. He still hasn’t awakened.”

Maurice’s brow furrowed as the reality of the situation hit him like a cold splash of water. “Right—he’s still out cold!” He smacked his forehead in frustration, realizing how easily he had overlooked such an important detail. No wonder the girl hadn’t been able to reach him; she must have been worried sick.

“No matter,” he said gruffly, brushing off the concern. “Have someone carry the crystal coffin over. We’re sending him out today, regardless. And double the dowry—hell, triple it! As long as she doesn’t send him back, we can offer her every exquisite treasure Frostveil has to offer.” The king’s voice held a fierce determination; he would do anything to ensure this union was a success.

Meanwhile, at the Interstellar Hunter Alliance headquarters, Emma found herself in a moment of rare solitude. Seizing the opportunity with Edric absent, she stealthily retrieved a fine needle from her belongings. With a quick, decisive motion, she pricked her fingertip, allowing a single drop of blood to fall onto the dark wooden stick that Coalball had brought back.

Days prior, Corvin had inadvertently toppled the flowerpot where she had planted the stick. While cleaning up the scattered soil and shattered pot, she had cut her finger, and a drop of her blood had landed on the little black twig. At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it; she simply repotted the stick and returned to her other tasks.

But what transpired the following day was nothing short of astonishing. The pitch-black twig had straightened, its color transforming into a deep, vibrant blue. Tiny green buds had begun to sprout from the branch, and by nightfall, one of them had unfurled into a crescent-shaped leaf. A striking blue line ran through the center of the fresh green blade, reminiscent of something sacred.

What left Emma utterly astounded was the striking resemblance the leaf bore to those she had seen on the lightcore—leaves from the Crescent Divine Tree, the twin root of the Beast God. The realization sent shivers down her spine as she contemplated the implications.

Over the past few days, she had immersed herself in research, sifting through the archives of both the lightcore and the Alliance. With each piece of information she uncovered, her conviction grew stronger; this branch was indeed from the Crescent Divine Tree itself.

No wonder Coalball had valued it so highly.

According to her findings, the tree’s blossoms possessed extraordinary healing properties. Regardless of the severity of an injury or illness, as long as a person still drew breath, consuming one of its petals could restore them to full health. The Empire frequently made pilgrimages to Divinar to seek blessings from this sacred tree, with its diluted nectar being transformed into medicine that healed countless therians across the globe.

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