Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL)-Chapter 41: A prince laying with tigerbeast

Chapter 41: A prince laying with tigerbeast
It had been five days since the Wolf Kingdom was thrown into utter uproar.
A prince laying with a tigerbeast.
It was the kind of scandal that refused to die quietly. The rumor spread like wildfire through restaurants, taverns, pleasure houses, and alleyways where whispers carried more weight than truth. What began as hushed speculation quickly turned into bold retellings, each version more exaggerated than the last. The matter of the second prince had transformed into the most popular story in the territory—passed from mouth to mouth like a piece of forbidden entertainment.
Some said the second prince would definitely be exiled.
Others claimed the second prince would be executed, insisting that he had been caught in the very act of treason itself.
Some went as far as saying the second prince had sold his soul to the devil, and that was why he had been placed under house arrest because he had been cursed, possessed, or driven mad.
So many perspectives clashed and collided, twisting the same story into countless shapes. Lies blended with fragments of truth until it became impossible to tell one from the other. Yet, amid all the noise, one thing remained consistent—whether spoken as rumor or fact.
The king had grown furious with his second son and now stood trapped in a dilemma, uncertain of what punishment would best satisfy both justice and reputation.
And the truth—so glaring, yet so carefully hidden was that Kenzie and Areis were the ones who had orchestrated this entire mess. Lucien was as innocent as a dove caught in a storm, but no one knew that yet. No one except the two conspirators. And most importantly, not the king, who needed to know the truth more than anyone else.
The Wolf King sat upon his grand throne in the courtroom, his imposing presence filling the vast hall. His sharp eyes stared down at the ministers who stood before him, each holding their title plaques. Some held their heads high with confidence, while others bowed low, weighed down by unease as the meeting dragged on.
"And how soon do you think we can attack the Tiger Territory again after our previous defeat?" the Wolf King asked, his voice firm and commanding.
It was clear that his concerns lay far from famine, disease, or the welfare of the people. As many in the kingdom already knew, their king cared little for such matters. His focus had always been singular—military dominance, territorial strength, and unbreakable defense. If the Wolf Kingdom were ever to cry out in desperation, it would not be for protection.
If there was one thing the king feared, it was weakness.
As soon as those words left his mouth, one of the ministers stepped forward.
"Your Majesty," the man said respectfully, bowing his head, "we share your concern entirely. The loss of that battle was devastating, especially considering it was forced upon us so suddenly."
Another minister cut in sharply, unable to restrain his irritation. "And if not for the Tiger King’s sly and deceitful behavior, there would have been no need for such gloomy discussions. We should have been celebrating a victory instead."
"Yes, Your Majesty," another added quickly, eager to agree. "What the Tiger King did was outright shameless. He accused us of theft without proof, marched into our territory, declared war, and then retreated after gaining absolutely nothing."
As voices continued to rise, the discussion veered more toward wounded pride than actual strategy. Just as the room began to swell with indignation, someone other than a minor official stepped forward.
"Your Majesty," a calm voice interrupted, "I would suggest that we tend to the pending matters before addressing this issue."
The king’s gaze snapped toward the speaker—his third son.
His expression darkened instantly, and he slammed his palm against the arm of his throne. "Do you imply," he thundered, "that matters concerning the country’s safety and military standing are not important?"
"No, Your Majesty," Kenzie replied quickly, bowing his head. His tone softened, but there was steel beneath it. "That was not my intention. However, I am certain you would not wish to ignore the rumors currently circulating throughout the territory."
The king’s demeanor shifted at once. His anger cooled, replaced by sharp curiosity.
"Rumors?" he asked. "What rumors could possibly be more important than this discussion?"
Kenzie lifted his head slightly. "Your Majesty, the people say you are a soft king. They say your own son has become a spy within your kingdom, and you allowed it. They whisper about my brother, the second prince, and claim that you placed him under house arrest with no real intention of punishing him or his lover for their disgraceful act."
The hall fell silent.
Every minister froze where they stood. The king’s eyes locked onto Kenzie’s, dark and unreadable.
"I," the king said slowly, dangerously, "a soft king?"
Kenzie knew exactly how to strike where it hurt. He had waited for this meeting with calculated patience, knowing his father would never raise the issue himself. The king cherished his sons, yes—but he cherished the kingdom’s military power far more. If any of them had to be sacrificed for the sake of strength, so be it. But for petty matters, not really much.
And just as Kenzie believed he had successfully planted the seed of fury deep into his father’s mind, one of Lucien’s loyal court officials stepped forward.
"Prince Kenzie," Official Yalade said coldly, "are you certain these are rumors and not merely your personal agenda? You seem far too eager to see your brother punished—so eager that you are willing to hide behind the people’s voices to spread lies."
Kenzie turned slowly to face him, exhaling sharply. He massaged his temple as though the conversation bored him before meeting the official’s gaze.
"And what proof do you have to accuse me of that?" Kenzie asked calmly, spreading his hands.
No answer came.
Kenzie turned back to the king. "None," he said simply. "Just as I have no proof that these rumors are true. It is my word against that of the offender."
Then, with a measured breath, he added, "But Father, whatever punishment you intend for Lucien should be carried out as soon as possible. That way, he may finally repent and recognize his wrongdoing. Because, Your Majesty, I am certain my brother does not believe he has done anything wrong and that alone is dangerous."
The king leaned forward slightly. "What do you mean?"
His interest was clearly piqued. Kenzie had been right—the king had delayed punishment, believing Lucien would come forward to beg for forgiveness. But now, that expectation crumbled.
Kenzie nodded. "I went to see him yesterday. I tried to reason with him, but he refused to listen. I would advise that you summon him yourself, Your Majesty."
"Summon him?" the king echoed, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Interesting."
Then his expression hardened. "If the second prince cannot bring himself to order, then he shall be punished for it."
"Kenzie," the king called sharply.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Kenzie responded at once.
"Go to Prince Lucien’s quarters. Bring him here with the guards. We will commence his trial immediately and determine his punishment. And send two guards to retrieve his lover as well."
"At your service, Your Majesty," Kenzie replied, bowing deeply.
He turned and left the hall without hesitation.
But he altered the plan.
Kenzie led two guards toward Aries’s dungeon, while the guards originally meant for Aries were sent to Lucien. Since the day Aries had been thrown into the dungeon, Kenzie had not been able to see him. Security there was far tighter than at Lucien’s quarters where Kenzie could come and go as he pleased.
The Wolf King did not tolerate prisoners dying without his consent.
Assassination and suicide were equally forbidden.
Aries sat on the damp stone floor of the prison, his back pressed weakly against cold iron bars. His milky skin appeared dull, dry, and tinged with exhaustion. Time blurred in the darkness, but he knew without doubt that five days had passed. In that time, the system had given him three separate tasks which he managed to accumulate 120 CE.
As he counted the slow passage of minutes, footsteps echoed.
Light suddenly flooded the cell.
Aries flinched, squinting as the brightness burned his eyes. It felt as though he had been starved of light for days—which, in truth, he had. No guard had even bothered to leave a small light orb inside the cell.
As his vision adjusted, Areis recognized the figure standing before him.
His mood lifted instantly.
And he didn’t bother hiding it.
He surged to his feet, body stiff and sore, clothes damp and dusty, skin rough with neglect.
"Gosh," he exclaimed, voice sharp with frustration, "why have I been locked up in here for more than a day?"
Then his eyes widened. "I’ve been here for five days!"
"And this wasn’t part of our plan."
Kenzie glanced at the guards behind him. "Step outside," he ordered calmly. "I’d like to speak with the foreigner alone."
The guards obeyed without question.
Kenzie stepped closer, pressing Areis back against the wall.
"If those were the king’s guards," Kenzie said quietly, his tone dangerous, "you would have talked freely about us being in cahoots!"