The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 592: If you feel tired, just say it. I will carry you everywhere. I am very strong, you know.

Chapter 592: Chapter 592: If you feel tired, just say it. I will carry you everywhere. I am very strong, you know.

The next morning, the sky above the village was gray. Thin clouds covered the sun, making the wind feel colder than yesterday.

Isabella stood in the stone hall again. Her fan was folded in her hand, and her blue eyes swept across the gathered guards and hunters.

Because of those shady men from yesterday, she could not relax anymore.

"You all saw what happened," she said. "Strangers chased a mountain beast all the way to our forest. Next time, it might not be a beast. It might be females. Or it might be you."

Isabella was holding this meeting because she realized if stronger villages or clans could wake up one day and decide to take other villages territories.

That means it could happen to her village soon, if she wasn’t strong enough.

The men standing below her straightened their backs. The markings on their arms twitched slightly with every small movement.

"We will tighten the village’s safety," Isabella continued. "From now on, patrols will be stronger. Morning, noon, and night. No gap in between."

One of the older guards nodded. "Yes."

"I want watchers on the hills." Isabella pointed toward the direction of the higher ridges around the village. "Two males on each hill during the day, three at night. If you see strangers moving in groups, or if beasts are running in strange ways, you report immediately."

A few younger guards exchanged looks. Standing on the hills in cold wind all day did not sound fun, but under Isabella’s gaze, they did not dare complain.

She raised her fan slightly. "Also, hunting groups will no longer go out alone. Every hunting team will walk with a guard team. If something happens, no one is left without backup."

Kian smiled at her small figure. He could not help but think that his female was really amazing.

Kian, who was standing to her right, said calmly, "We will arrange the pairings today."

The hunters nodded. Some of them looked secretly excited. Being paired with guards meant more chances to show off.

Isabella’s attention shifted inward for a moment.

Bubu’s screen slid into her mind.

[New seasonal task unlocked.]

[Winter Protection Task: Keep the village’s survival rate at 100 percent until spring.]

[Duration: From first frost to the first day the mountain flowers bloom again.]

[Reward: random defensive upgrade for the village, plus one personal buff for designated mate.]

Isabella rubbed the space between her brows.

"You really like throwing work at me," she muttered silently. "One hundred percent? That means not a single person can die."

Isabella felt like crying, no matter how much time seemed to pass, she still felt like her system was secretly a demon!

[Correct. No one is allowed to starve, freeze, or be eaten by beasts. No accidents allowed either. Very simple.]

"Simple?" She wanted to throw her fan at the glowing screen. "I am pregnant. Why can’t the task be ’Sleep well until spring’?"

[Because you are the only one in this village with a brain and a system. If I give this task to Kian, he will only say, ’Mn,’ and continue staring at trees.]

Isabella pouted in her heart.

"I hate you," she said again.

[You love me.] Bubu added cheerfully, [If you fail, there is no reward. So do not fail.]

Humph. Heartless system.

She resisted the urge to sigh out loud in front of everyone.

"Go," Isabella ordered the men. "Start changing the patrol rotations today. I want watchers on the hills before nightfall."

"Yes!" The guards and hunters bowed and filed out.

When most of them had left, only Zyran and Osiris remained in the hall with her.

Zyran walked over first. His long legs moved lazily, but his eyes were sharp. He looked her up and down as if counting how many strands of hair she had lost overnight.

"You are tightening safety for everyone," Zyran said. "But who is tightening safety for you?"

Isabella glanced at him. "You are talking uselessly again."

He ignored the insult and leaned closer. "If you feel tired, just say it. I will carry you everywhere. I am very strong, you know. You can sit on my shoulders. I will be your walking throne."

Osiris clicked his tongue from the side. "Shameless. You are not a throne. You are a stool at most."

Zyran turned to him slowly. "What did you say?"

Osiris raised his chin. Today he was wearing a hide skirt that showed his long legs, and his hair was tied up casually. He looked like he thought he was the most handsome man in the world.

"You heard me," Osiris replied. "If she wants someone to carry her, it should at least be someone beautiful enough to match her. Like me."

Zyran’s mouth fell open. "Are you calling yourself more beautiful than me?"

"Yes."

"Ha!"

Isabella watched the two of them start arguing in front of her as if she had already disappeared. One was proud like a rooster that had just won a fight. The other was loud and ridiculous, waving his hands as he tried to prove his handsomeness.

She massaged her temple.

One is stupid. The other is full of himself.

They were both a handful and equally shameless.

"Enough," Isabella said. "Both of you move to the side. You are blocking the wind."

They immediately obeyed, but still glared at each other as they stepped away.

Later that day, when the sun was lower, a table was set outside the stone hall. Isabella sat there to eat something warm before checking the new hill watchers.

Cyrus placed a bowl of thick meat soup and roots in front of her. Kian stood a little behind her, checking the patrol schedule. Zyran was chewing a piece of roasted meat nearby.

Osiris approached from a distance, holding a smaller bowl. It smelled good. He must have cooked something and wanted to bring it over.

He slowed down when he got closer. His steps became lighter, more hesitant.

Before he could reach Isabella’s side, Cyrus took a step closer and crouched to check her ankle, blocking that side of her chair.

"Does anything hurt today?" Cyrus asked softly.

On the other side, Zyran leaned his elbow on the table, stretching his body to reach her. "Taste this. I roasted it with the spice you taught me to use."

Kian shifted slightly to stand behind her chair like a solid wall, his presence alone warning any male not to come too close.

Osiris stopped a few steps away.

From where he stood, there was no space left beside her. His fingers tightened faintly around the bowl. For a moment, something complicated flashed in his eyes. Then he lifted the bowl with a bright smile.

"I will just put this here," he said lightly, placing it at the corner of the table. "You can eat it later if you want."

He turned away as if it did not matter, but his shoulders were a little stiff.

Isabella noticed.

She saw the way the others unconsciously closed ranks around her. Her men were so protective that they did not even realize they were pushing someone out. To them, Osiris was still new. A guest. Not fully one of them.

Osiris had lost his tribe. Now he was also being kept at arm’s length.

She did not say anything.

She took a spoonful of the food he brought and tasted it slowly.

"It tastes good," she said to his back.

Osiris turned his head quickly. His face brightened, and his smile became real again.

"It will be better next time," he said.

Isabella did not miss the way Cyrus and Zyran glanced at him with mixed expressions, or the way Kian’s eyes narrowed for a second.

She lowered her gaze and continued eating.

For now, she said nothing. But she kept it in mind.

There was still a long winter ahead of them.

And she would not let anyone around her stay lonely forever.