Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Ninety Two: The Rise of Many Things To Unfold

Wilbard's skepticism was clearly shown as he addressed me directly, "Imara, what is the meaning of this?"

His eyes held a mix of confusion and reluctance at the thought of me choosing Winston.

Before I could muster a response, Bailey stepped forward, her voice carrying a blend of respect and assertiveness. "

Mr. Ape King," she began, "John and Steve came with healthcare baskets and took care of us. They even sewed us new clothes and attended to all our needs, both female and male, medically.

They told us they were instructed by Imara to ensure our journey was more comfortable.

As you can see, we look well-secured and not like we've been through a journey. They shared wondrous things that Imara taught them, which made me choose them as my mates. Imara did a wonderful thing for us."

Echoing Bailey's sentiments, the other females chimed in, reiterating her points and expressing their gratitude.

Overwhelmed by their support, I smiled warmly at them, "Thank you, my loves. I'm glad you're all doing well; it was my wish."

They all seemed to swoon and were flushed.

John and Steve then added, "Imara has had her eyes on Winston, and we wanted to explain why she should have the chance to do so."

Wilbard appeared astonished by the unfolding revelations. After a moment of contemplation, he turned to Bailey, seeking confirmation.

"I guess it can come to pass since Bailey doesn't seem to want him as a mate, am I correct?" he asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

"Yes, correct," Bailey nodded, affirming her decision.

Wilbard, seemingly deflated by the exchange, finally conceded.

"It is now within your right to choose him as a mate," he gestured towards me, granting me the opportunity I had hoped for, not that I was giving him a choice in the matter truly.

Seizing the moment of acknowledgment and support, I readied myself for the next phase of my strategy, a crucial step in my carefully laid plans.

"Thank you, Wilbard, my dear friend," I began, my voice steady and clear, commanding the attention of all present.

"I want to express my gratitude for allowing me to share my gifts in the market for the upcoming bonfire.

As you can see, the offerings have been well-received by the ladies and even the spouses of our four esteemed kings, including yours.

My aim is to continue providing these services to all who need them, enriching our community further. Your permission has been instrumental in this endeavor. You're a benevolent king, truly fit to lead us all," I said, bowing deeply towards Wilbard.

This gesture, while a show of respect, was also the metaphorical push of another set of dominoes, strategically placed to cascade in my favor.

It wasn't just about expressing thanks; it was a calculated move to solidify my standing, to weave my contributions into the fabric of our society, and to ensure the support of the most influential among us.

The crowd lit up at the prospect, their murmurs of anticipation adding to the ambiance of approval.

Harvey then projected his voice, bowing as well.

"Thank you, Mr. Ape King, for allowing us to provide for the females in the City," he said, with my other mates and the guys echoing the sentiment.

The crowd followed suit, their collective voices amplifying the sentiment and adding to my prestige.