Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Hundred and Eleven: Wilbard's Sincerity

Wilbard's Tree Lounge Reflection

As I released Imara from the illusion, I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer. I told her how upset she had made me by not giving me a chance to speak to her all night. Being dismissed by her had left me feeling uncomfortable and frustrated. If only she had taken the time to hear me out, she would have seen and felt my sincerity for reconciliation.

The raging emotions inside me stemmed from the act of humbling myself before her mates and the other kings, only to be brushed aside by her. Such an action was not easy to bear.

It irritated me to no end because I believed that regardless of our differences, we were better than that.

Was I not worthy of a private conversation? Was I not deserving of the opportunity to express myself and showcase my willingness to compromise, even in front of everyone?

Her response was exactly as I had anticipated—filled with anger and fury. She made it clear that she didn't care how I felt, addressing me with disdain as "Mr. Ape King." Jealousy surged within me as I watched her interact warmly with Gallant and Winfrey, addressing them by their first names and offering them friendship, a stark contrast to her cold demeanor towards me. It took every ounce of self-restraint to resist the urge to interject, to demand equal treatment and recognition.

"I'm Mr. Ape King, but you can call them by their names?! Bullshit." And honestly, I wouldn't have cared how it looked if I had done it.

Watching her standing before me in my tree lounge, I voiced the resentment simmered within me, growing stronger with each passing moment. It gnawed at me, consuming my feelings throughout the night. Despite our disagreement, I couldn't shake the feeling of envy, she just started interacting with them and treating them better? I couldn't stand it. I am Wilbard, her friend, and we were merely at odds at the moment.

As she continued to misunderstand my feelings, her questions about her surroundings and my actions left me puzzled. Harvey and them, said they would inform her of my request, but their deliberate silence revealed their petty intentions, making it even more challenging for her to grasp the situation. I sighed heavily, feeling frustrated by their interference.

Before I could explain, I noticed her defensive stance and a hint of fear in her eyes, causing my heart to skip a beat. I was taken aback, completely flabbergasted by her reaction. "Did she think I was going to harm her?" I voiced in disbelief, the thought incomprehensible to me. After all, I would never do anything to hurt her, despite the numerous times she had struck me in the past. The only thing I hadn't been hit with was her canister.

Approaching her with my hands raised in a gesture of peace, I sought to reassure her that I meant no harm.

Attempting to reassure her, I emphasized that she was safe in my presence, under the divine protection that surrounded her. With her divine essence shining brightly, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and excitement. It confirmed what I had learned: she was of great interest to the Beast God, and I had been chosen to guide her along whatever higher purpose lay ahead.

However, her alarmed voice snapped me out of my reverie as I noticed her heavy breathing and the blade she clutched tightly. Hastily, I withdrew my hands, hoping to ease her distress, but her agitation only seemed to escalate as she repeated her questions. Feeling defeated, I relented, realizing that this encounter was not unfolding as I had anticipated.

Being completely transparent, I confessed my actions to her, explaining that I had created the force field to afford us some privacy. I knew she was upset with me, and I anticipated that others would be quick to judge, only adding to her distress and painting me as a villain. Despite my flaws, I refused to stoop to such levels.