CHAPTER 268: CHAPTER-268.

Veer just stood there, jaw tight, torn between frustration and disbelief.

Meanwhile, the physician stared at the scene in horror and confusion, his hands twitching by his side. Soldier? Dier? Houses? Training? None of it made sense—but the way Kaya’s cheeks flushed and her words tangled told him enough. The smell clinging to her confirmed it.

"Damn it..." the old man muttered under his breath. "She’s drunk. Not just drunk—fermented herbs drunk."

Veer took a slow breath and stepped closer. "Kaya—sweetheart, baby—please calm down," he said, voice soft, trying to reach her.

Kaya’s eyes snapped up. In one quick, drunken motion she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so their eyes met. Her voice was low and dangerous, all slurred venom.

"What did you just say, soldier? Huh? You bastard. Who’s your ’sweetheart,’ huh? Say that one more time and I’ll kill you."

Veer froze, helpless. There was nothing he could do without making her angrier or risking a worse scene. He smiled weakly, trying to melt her fury. "Kaya—listen to me. Come down, we’ll talk it out. You’ll fall if you stay up there."

She sneered. "Shut up." For a second she seemed to study him, eyes narrowing as if counting lines on his face. Then she barked, teasing and cruel all at once, "You soldier—how long has it been since you trained? You’ve grown so soft. So fat. Look at you, fatty."

Veer blinked, stung and bewildered, but he didn’t pull away. He kept his voice gentle, steady, the only anchor left. "Get down, Kaya. Please."

Kaya looked at him, eyes half-lidded but fierce, and slurred out, "Soldier! How dare you try to command a commander, huh? You follow my orders, not the other way around!"

Her words stumbled over each other, her drunkenness growing heavier with every syllable. Without warning, she hopped down from the stone bed, landing lightly on the ground.

Veer rushed toward her. "Kaya, easy—"

"Shut up! Stay away!" Kaya shouted, waving him off. "I’m already married!"

Veer froze, helpless. He grabbed a fistful of his own hair and groaned. He really wanted to find the idiot who had given her those herbs, whoever it was, and make them pay. He hadn’t forgotten the last time Kaya got drunk—how wild and unpredictable she’d been. And now? God only knew what she was going to do this time.

Kaya looked around the house, then smiled and said, "Wow... is there some caveman movie shooting going on? Nice."

Then she spotted the old man. His wings had suddenly sprung out, glinting in the light. Maybe it was the shock, maybe something else—but they were impossibly beautiful. Kaya’s eyes widened. She stepped closer, fingers twitching. "Wow... they’re huge," she murmured, reaching toward the feathers.

Before her hand could touch them, Veer was suddenly at her side, yanking her back with surprising force. "Kaya! Don’t just touch someone’s wings!" he said, his voice a mix of irritation and panic.

Kaya pulled back, glaring at him with mock offense. "Why not? They’re gorgeous! I had to see!"

Then her gaze shifted—and landed on Veer himself. The wings attached to him. A sly grin spread across her face. "Ah! Now these I have to see!" Without warning, she grabbed them.

Veer let out a startled groan, his whole body stiffening.

"Mmfff—!"

He clamped a hand over his mouth, his cheeks burning a deep crimson.

She glared at him, her voice dropping to the most serious tone she could muster—though the edge of drunken bravado still lingered.

"Soldier! What was that voice?"

Kaya had walked so close to Veer that her lips nearly brushed his ear. She leaned in, whispering with exaggerated drama, "Soldier... you need to do some exercise. You cannot just... do something so shameful in front of everyone."

Though she was whispering, the drunken edge in her voice made it far too loud. The old man behind them caught every word. A sudden flash of laughter crossed his face, and he quickly covered his mouth with his hand, trying desperately not to laugh out loud.

Veer’s glare immediately cut toward Kaya—and then to the old man, sharp and dangerous. The old man trembled under the intensity and slowly lowered his head in submission.

Kaya turned back to Veer, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I know, I know," she said, her voice mock-serious. "I am beautiful, I am capable, I am your dream girl... but still, you cannot torture yourself like this. You need to do something... some exercise."

After an exhausting struggle that lasted nearly an hour, Veer and the healer finally managed to settle things. The healer had finished checking Kaya and then turned to Veer.

"Her body... it’s normal," he said. "No allergies, no reactions—nothing abnormal. But there is... one problem."

The endocrinologist, who had been observing quietly, finally spoke. "Just make sure she is well. Whatever the issue, I will try to handle it."

Veer blinked, slightly relieved. But the doctor shook his head emphatically. "No, no, child... that’s not the problem. The problem... is your wife."

Veer froze. "What do you mean? Is something wrong with Kaya? Is she... fine? What happened?"

The healer shook his head slowly, hesitation written across his face. "No... no. I mean... I cannot figure out what type of beastmen she is. I cannot just give her any medicine. So... the problem now is, you need to make her cold."

"Cold?" Veer stared at her, a mix of confusion and anger flashing across his face. "How the hell am I supposed to make her cold?"

He ran a hand through his hair, his voice rising. "And anyway... she gets sick so easily! You know that! And what kind of healer are you... that you can’t even make a patient better?"

The healer took a slow, careful breath, clearly trying to choose his words. "Veer... it’s not about sickness you can see or treat with normal medicine. Her... condition is... unusual. That’s why I said—she needs to be cold."