I Became the Villainess, But My Beast Husbands Can Hear My Mind?!

Chapter 211: Leaving Marks

[Planting 5x tomato seeds — estimated time to grow in 7 days.]

Seven days? That was much faster than she expected.

Actually, it could grow even faster if Aelin used her magic, but since they wanted to test the soil properly, they couldn’t rely on it.

Besides, Aelin wouldn’t stay in the Vixeria Tribe forever. Sooner or later, Roxanna had to learn how to grow crops on her own.

Not long after, the system spoke again. [Due to the soil’s high fertility, the growth speed has increased.]

[Also, the soil in this world is different from the soil in your world, Host. That is why the growth time of the vegetables will not be the same.]

Roxanna nodded to herself, slowly understanding. Then she looked at Aelin and said, "Let’s try planting other vegetables too."

Aelin’s eyes lit up right away. "Yes! Let’s do it!"

Zeir gave a small nod and started preparing another patch of soil nearby.

Roxanna reached into her storage and took out more seeds.

[Test this.]

[Carrot seeds — estimated growth time: 10 days.]

[Spinach seeds — estimated growth time: 5 days.]

[Potato seeds — estimated growth time: 12 days.]

Some of the vegetables took quite a long time to grow, but the timing still seemed reasonable.

After all, they were still hunting for food, so vegetables weren’t something they had to rely on right away.

While Aelin and Zeir spread the seeds over the soil, Roxanna rested her chin on her hand and thought,

[If I want to make sure my tribe always has food... it’s better to grow something that can last longer.]

[Beans... wheat... things like that.] She tapped her chin lightly. [But I haven’t seen any wild wheat around here... so I’m not sure.]

[Host does not need to worry.]

Roxanna blinked slightly when the system suddenly spoke again.

[The system market provides various crop seeds, including beans and wheat.]

Her eyes widened a little because the last time she checked, she didn’t find any of that thing.

[You can purchase them using Spirit Points, Host.]

[Show me.] she said in her mind.

[Opening system market...]

A transparent panel appeared in front of her eyes, listing different kinds of seeds.

[Wheat Seeds: 500 SP (x10)]

[Bean Seeds: 300 SP (x10)]

[Corn Seeds: 450 SP (x10)]

Roxanna couldn’t help but smile when she saw what was in front of her.

The weather in this world was harsh and hard to predict. Because of that, it would be much safer if the Vixeria Tribe had food stored for the days when they couldn’t hunt.

But the problem was... they would need a much bigger area to grow crops like wheat, corn, or beans.

"What if we clear all the buildings at the back of the tribe?" Roxanna suddenly said. "I mean, we won’t need the Black Hut anymore, so we won’t need the guard posts around it either."

Before anyone could respond, she quickly added, "Wait... give me a moment."

She bit her thumb lightly, deep in thought. To be honest, the entire layout of the Vixeria Tribe was quite chaotic; there were even a few residents’ homes near the black hut, though not too close.

More than that, there were no clear boundaries between shared spaces, private areas, or farmland where they could grow crops peacefully.

[But I can’t just ask them to tear everything down and rebuild the whole tribe...]

[Oh... wait. Most of the buildings are already half destroyed because of the bear demon beasts.]

After the attack, the people had rebuilt some huts just to have a place to live. But many of the buildings were still in poor condition.

Maybe it was because the beastkins were already used to living in poor conditions, so they didn’t bother fixing their huts properly, thinking that someday their homes would just be destroyed again by demon beast attacks.

Roxanna couldn’t blame them. Even though their tribe was protected by Black Crystals, the fear of being attacked again by demon beasts would not disappear so easily.

[Could I... convince them to reorganize the whole tribe?] Roxanna thought. [But that would be a lot of trouble, and—]

"Wife, do you think this tribe is a proper place to live in?" Zeir suddenly asked.

Roxanna lifted her head right away, not expecting that question.

Before she could say anything, he continued, "Last night, when you were reading your mother’s book... didn’t it mention something about an ’ideal place to live’?"

He paused for a moment, then added, "I don’t fully understand it. But after you showed me the ideal layout, I keep thinking that this tribe has many things that need to be fixed."

[As usual! Zeir always knows what I want!] Roxanna thought happily, but then she paused.

[Wait... all of my husbands actually always know what I want.]

Her cheeks flushed slightly at that realization. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to feel touched or a little embarrassed.

"Yeah," Roxanna finally said, looking back at Zeir. "You’re right."

She took a small step forward, her eyes slowly moving across the whole tribe. "This place... it’s not just about living anymore," she said softly. "If we want to survive in the long run, we need something better.

"But... I’m not sure if everyone would want to rebuild everything from zero." She murmured, "It will be so troublesome."

Zeir walked over to her. He lifted his hand, about to pat her head, but paused when he noticed the dirt on his palm. In the end, he lowered it again.

"It won’t be troublesome if we do it together," Zeir said. "We can even rebuild our tribe in a short time if we work together."

Roxanna let out a small sigh. "But we only renovated my hut. We didn’t build it from scratch."

Zeir shrugged lightly. "What’s the difference? We’re not rebuilding the whole tribe from zero either. We can reuse the wood from the buildings we take down."

"Besides..." Zeir paused for a moment before adding, "Maybe this will be your perfect opportunity to erase the legacy left by the previous leaders."

Zeir’s words made Roxanna fall silent.

All this time, they had still been living under the shadow of the old Roxanna and Loba’s way of leading the tribe.

Even though the people had been kind to her, Roxanna was sure that deep down, they were still holding onto those memories.

Whether it was fear, doubt, or maybe even resentment.

"Oh! I suddenly remembered something!" Aelin chimed in. She walked over to Roxanna and lightly patted her shoulder. "Back in the Golden Tribe, I once heard the elders talking, those who were alive when your mother was still around."

Roxanna looked at her. "About my mother?"

Aelin nodded. "Yes. Sometimes, they would say that your mother hoped you could leave your own mark in this world."

Roxanna frowned. "What does it mean?"

"Anything," Aelin said, lowering her gaze to her stomach. "It could be leaving behind descendants in this world, leaving memories in people’s minds, or even creating a place where people know that you are its owner."

"She didn’t write that in her book," Roxanna said.

"That’s because... your mother said it on her deathbed," Aelin added. "She was so ill that she could no longer pick up her pen. But since it was one of her last messages before she passed away, people remembered it well."

Roxanna fell silent. Her fingers tightened slightly at her side. "Leave my own mark," she murmured softly. "Could that also be one of her visions?"

Aelin shrugged. "Probably."

Zeir then said, "If your mother truly hoped for that, then it must be something very important. If you’re worried that people won’t agree with you, then you’re worrying about something unnecessary."

"Even though the people in the Vixeria Tribe still see you as Loba’s daughter, they can also see that you’re nothing like his other daughter."

"So believe me when I say this, my wife..." Zeir looked into Roxanna’s eyes intently. "They will trust your words, and I know you have the ability to convince people to believe in your judgment."

Roxanna held his gaze for a moment. Her heart felt a little tight, but also warm. "Do you really think they’ll follow what I say?" she asked softly.

Zeir didn’t hesitate. "I do." Then he added, "As long as you give them a clear reason, they will listen."

After thinking about it for a moment, Roxanna finally let out a soft breath. "Maybe I should try it," she said. "How about you ask everyone to gather in front of our hut this afternoon? We can also have a meal together, just think of it as a celebration to welcome Aelin."

Aelin quickly shook her head. "Ah, that’s not necessary! I don’t think my arrival is something that needs to be celebrated like that."

Roxanna frowned slightly. "Aelin, of course it is," she said, her voice more firm now. "Because of you, my husband is still alive. That alone is worth celebrating."

Roxanna crossed her arms lightly, her expression serious but sincere. [Sometimes, I forget that I’m the leader of this tribe...]

[But somehow, I never forget that my husbands are the husbands of the tribe leader.]

[So of course... Calen getting better is something we should celebrate!]