Beastmen Kings At My Feet [Reverse Harem] - Chapter 93: Chapter 93

Veronica was keenly aware that Matthew's solid standing was vital to the harmony and development of the entire Snakehaven. Without hesitation, she decided to use her seeds and psychic power to assist him.
She carefully selected a batch of high-quality seeds, which not only had strong vitality but could also thrive in harsh environments.
She gifted these seeds to Matthew, hoping he could use their power to further consolidate his position in Snakehaven and among the beastmen.
In addition to the seeds, Veronica also employed her formidable psychic power to support Matthew.
With her full backing, Matthew gradually demonstrated exceptional leadership skills and team cohesion.
He successfully resolved internal conflicts and issues within Snakehaven and led everyone to face external challenges and pressures together.
Snakehaven's overall strength significantly improved, and the beastmen's trust and respect for Matthew grew deeper.
It could be said that Veronica's seeds and psychic power provided a strong safeguard for Matthew's stable position. Her efforts not only benefited Matthew greatly but also laid a solid foundation for the harmony and development of Snakehaven.
Veronica and Matthew's collaboration allowed Matthew to deeply experience the joy and fulfillment of working alongside her. Their teamwork was seamless, as if they were a perfect match, with complementary traits that enabled them to handle various challenges with ease.
Matthew found that working with Veronica not only improved his efficiency but also sparked his creativity and inspiration.
This pleasant experience deepened his reliance on and appreciation for Veronica. He realized that he had unconsciously grown accustomed to working with her, to her way of thinking, and to her rhythm and style.
He knew he didn't want to let her go, even if she only saw him as a friend. He wanted to have a deeper connection with her.
Taking a deep breath and mustering all his courage, Matthew finally voiced the wish that had been buried deep in his heart. He looked at her with a determined yet gentle gaze, as if trying to convey all his feelings to her.
"Veronica, I have something to say. After much thought, I want to bond with you." Matthew's voice was steady, filled with sincere emotion.
Veronica was taken aback. In her eyes, Matthew had always been someone who cherished freedom and disliked being bound by anything. She never expected him to take the initiative to propose bonding.
"Are you sure? This isn't just a momentary impulse, is it?" Veronica asked softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. She wanted Matthew to carefully consider his decision.
Matthew nodded firmly. "I'm sure. It's what I truly feel. Maybe it's my feelings for you that led me to this thought. But I believe it's more than just a fleeting impulse."
Veronica fell silent for a moment. She knew that bonding meant the bonded party was essentially entrusting their life to the mistress. It was an extremely significant decision that required careful thought.
"Matthew, you should understand that bonding is not a simple matter. The one who is bonded is essentially handing over their life to the mistress. You need to be mentally prepared," Veronica warned.
Matthew nodded. He was well aware of what bonding entailed. But he was even more certain that his feelings for Veronica had transcended everything. He was willing to give everything for her, including his life.
"I know, and I'm willing. Because I trust you, and I trust our feelings," Matthew said, his eyes filled with trust and determination.
However, Veronica shook her head firmly. She looked at Matthew with understanding and compassion.
She spoke. "Matthew, you don't have to force yourself. I know you, and I understand your desire for freedom, like an eagle soaring in the sky, unwilling to be bound by anything.
"You were pressured by the females in your family to do things you didn't like, just like when you first approached me. I know how heavy that burden was, and I don't want to be the one to add to it. Do you understand?"
Veronica's voice was gentle yet firm as she continued, "Matthew, our relationship shouldn't be based solely on bonding. Even if you don't choose to bond with me, we can still be friends, and I'll stand by you, supporting and encouraging you.
"I don't want our friendship to be affected by any external factors. I just want you to be able to pursue the life you truly desire, without any constraints."
However, Matthew let out a bitter chuckle. He gazed deeply at Veronica, a flicker of complex emotions crossing his eyes.
He knew what Veronica was saying, but he also knew that the feelings in his heart couldn't be replaced by mere friendship.
He sighed softly, "Veronica, you've misunderstood me. It's not just about the alliance—"
Before he could finish, Veronica cut him off with a smile and a shake of her head. "Matthew, you don't need to explain. I know how you feel about me, but I want you to follow your heart and not be swayed by anything external.
"Your choices, your freedom—they should be yours to decide. I'll always be here, waiting for you to find your own answer."
Matthew's heart was filled with endless disappointment and sorrow. He shook his head silently, unable to say anything more.
His mood was heavy, as if a giant boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He knew he couldn't change Veronica's mind and could only bear the pain inside.
After saying goodbye to Veronica, Matthew decided to find a bar to drown his sorrows. He strolled down the bustling street, looking around until he spotted a lively-looking bar.
Pushing the door open, he was immediately enveloped by the bar's atmosphere. The music was deafening, and colorful lights flickered in the dim space, accompanied by the constant chatter and laughter of the patrons.
As soon as Matthew stepped inside, he became the center of attention. He was tall and upright, like a towering tree. His smooth, long hair cascaded down his back, neatly combed like a waterfall.
His features were delicate, and his deep eyes held an indescribable sense of melancholy and mystery. Under the bar's lighting, he stood like a statue, exuding a unique charm.
He walked up to the bar, took a seat, and ordered a strong drink. The sting of the alcohol helped him temporarily forget his inner pain, but his brows remained furrowed, as if he were lost in thought.
People around him occasionally cast curious glances his way, but Matthew seemed to be in a world of his own, oblivious to everything around him. He just wanted to find a bit of peace and solace in the noisy bar.