Transmigrated To A Beastworld As The Lazy Wife Of The Fox Lord

Chapter 291: Ridiculous truths.

Sienna blinked, taken aback. She did not reply immediately and suddenly, she felt something strange--an energy pressing against her mind. It wasn’t ordinary hypnosis. It was like being pulled into a dream state, her thoughts fogging, her memories unraveling. The night she plotted with her husband against the former falcon tried to surface.

But her mental strength was stubborn. She clenched her jaw, and curled her toes, pushing back against the invading energy, and steadied herself.

Her answer came out flat, almost bored. "I know he’s dead."

The agent looked at Lenard and then other agents. One typed furiously into a virtual keyboard.

Lenard frowned. He was looking at the readings from the boots and it showed that her feet were curled. Clearly, she was fighting the forced dream serum and almost winning. "Impossible," he muttered.

Sienna Miller was a an ordinary human. Even though she had some mental strength, it was just a lucky break. Only beast men with SSS rank mental strength could fend off the side effects of the forced dreams serum. Something was wrong.

He pushed the agent aside and took over the questioning. "Who are you?" He asked.

Sienna replied like a robot, the way she had seen Linera do. "I am my mother’s daughter."

The tent went completely still.

Lenard blinked. The agent standing to his right said, "That is....technically true. But unhelpful."

Lenard huffed. "I mean your identity."

Sienna tilted her head, eyes narrowing. "My identity is my mother’s daughter. You already asked. I already answered."

Someone in the tent laughed.

Lenard sighed. "Fine. What do you desire the most?"

Sienna’s eyes lit up. "Money of course. Lots of it. I want to make so much money that I can spend it recklessly. I want the kind of money that buys old castles just to leave them empty. The kind of money that commissions statues of myself in every city holding a giant pan. The kind of money that has a factory of pancakes build me a pancake bed that I can roll on while naked and smothered in honey."

The agents stared, horrified.

Sienna continued cheerfully. "I want to throw a thousand truck loads of coins into the sea just to hear the splash. I want to buy a house and fill it entirely with pillows. I want to hire the entire sea for my next birthday. I want the waves to sing me a birthday song. Honest money, of course. But reckless spending. That’s the dream."

One agent whispered, "She’s insane."

Sienna grinned.

Lenard tried again. "What is your ambition in life?"

Sienna leaned back, towel memories flashing in her mind, and declared proudly. "To have sex with my husband everyday."

The gasps that followed could have woken the dead. The relatives were glad the children had been questioned and released.

Lenard sputtered and coughed, almost choking on his saliva. He had to take a sip of water to calm himself before he could question her again.

"Do you really want to be a human empress?" He asked. "If someone came up to you, suggesting that you rebel and he or she will be the beast king while you are the human empress. What would you say?"

Many relatives held their breath.

Sienna chuckled. "It depends."

Lenard’s eyes lit up. Mrs. Miller was on the brink of fainting.

Sienna chuckled again. "If the position is human empress of beast man harem. They all have to be as hot as my husband. Lions, foxes, falcons, peacock, phoenix, dragon, maybe even a cat and rabbit. They will all cook for me, fight for me, and braid my hair. They take care of the kids...of course, they have to give birth to the kids. And me, I will sit on my throne of snacks while they argue over who serves me in bed that night."

The agents recorded and typed furiously, some choking on laughter, others horrified.

Sienna added, "We will have to schedule them. Mondays for the fox, Tuesday for the Lion, Wednesday for the rabbit. Oh, there must be a day for me to rest and one to play with the children. It has to be an organized harem."

The agents, now visibly rattled, tried to regain control.

Lenard asked quickly. "Sienna, what do you think of justice?"

Sienna tapped her chin. "Justice is like soup. Sometimes it’s cold, and sometimes it’s hot, but it always needs salt."

Lenard dropped his pen. Was any of her answers logical? Wasn’t she deliberately sabotaging the questioning?

He was determined to get a sensible answer so he asked, "What would you do if given power?"

She smiled sweetly. "I would build a giant amusement park. Free entry for children but adults must pay with embarrassing dances. Imagine nobles forced to do the chicken dance at the gate with humans and commoners. That’s real equality."

Lenard rubbed his temples. This was nothing like the woman who led the assault on the Risser’s and arrested all the teachers in a school just because her brother was bullied. "Sienna, do you understand the seriousness of this interrogation? Your father was a rebel. Your uncle wants to be appointed as the Prime Envoy. One wrong answer could mean death."

Sienna answered lazily. "My father, what does that ass have to do with me? I am my mother’s daughter. She borrowed sperm from the wrong donor to have me and my brother. I have no father, only a sperm donor.

And Prime Envoy, what’s the big deal about it? It’s just a job like any other. You hire someone and assign tasks to them. If they do the job well, you give them a raise and promotion or some praise. If they do a bad job, you fire them.

Don’t you know how jobs work? Must I teach you everything?"

Lenard clenched his teeth.

Suddenly, the energy pressed harder against Sienna’s mind, trying to force her into confession. She felt herself slipping into visions--her father waving to her, whispering thoughts of betrayal. The dream was trying to confuse her.

"What is your biggest fear?" Lenard asked quickly.

Sienna fought back against the control. "Seeing my husband with another woman."

"What do you think of loyalty?" He pressed.

Sienna replied. "Loyalty is like a sandwich. If you share it, it tastes better. Unless someone eats the last bite without asking. Then loyalty is broken forever."

Lenard slammed his hand on the table. "Sienna! Enough nonsense. Tell us the truth."

The pressure in her mind started to overwhelm her. Her palms were sweating, and her heartbeat rising. Fear clouded her mind. She was scared that she was about to lose control. If they found controlled her, she might accidentally reveal that she was a transmigrator!

"What are you hiding?" Lenard barked.

Sienna suddenly cried out. "My stomach, it hurts." She screamed loudly, crying and twisting in the chair, dislodging some of their equipment. "Elias. Our baby. They are killing our baby."