The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 28: The Witch Favored by the Beast God

Chapter 28: Chapter 28: The Witch Favored by the Beast God

Evangeline paid no mind to Orion’s gaze. She stepped forward to store the Herbivore when she suddenly heard Melora Moretti cry out, "Oh no! The herbs! This is bad, I have to go back! Brother Orion, can you come with me..."

The next instant, with a wave of Evangeline’s hand, the Herbivore on the ground—which stood half as tall as a person—vanished into her storage space.

Melora Moretti’s eyes widened into perfect circles as she stared, dumbfounded, at Evangeline. "You... how did you..."

A look of utter shock flashed across Orion’s face. In the next moment, his expression turned cold and stern. He stared intently at Evangeline, his voice low and powerful as he enunciated each word, "Are you really a Witch?"

’The Beast God granted Witches special abilities, allowing them to traverse the Beastman Continent. But I’ve never heard of a Witch possessing multiple abilities,’ he thought. ’Is this really normal??’

Evangeline barely lifted her eyelids and drawled, "I am. A Witch favored by The Beast God. Is that a problem?"

At her words, Orion was taken aback. He stared intently at Evangeline for a long moment, his initial nonchalance replaced by a more serious demeanor. "Besides Rain Control and the Illusion Realm, what else can you do?" he asked.

’Illusion Realm?’ Evangeline’s eyes flickered. ’So that’s what they call storage spaces on the Beastman Continent? It’s a fitting name, I suppose.’

"And why would I tell you?" Evangeline shot him a sideways glance and walked away.

Orion, however, seemed to have had his interest piqued. He hurried after her and called out, "If you really want to help Thorne, you shouldn’t be hiding things! You know what happened to him. He can’t possibly trust a female completely!"

Evangeline merely lifted her gaze slightly, nodding with indifference. Her tone was flat, without a ripple of emotion. "Oh. Then I’ll tell Thorne. What good would telling you do?"

"You!" Orion’s face flushed red with anger, his usually suave features twisted in vexation.

Just then, Melora Moretti quietly sidled over and whispered, "Brother Orion, I think Sister Flora is right. It’s her own business, why should she tell us? She used to be a wandering female, so of course she has to be guarded. If she told everyone everything, how would she protect herself?"

Hearing this, Evangeline shot Melora Moretti a surprised glance. ’She’s being clever again,’ she thought.

A vein pulsed on Orion’s temple. He let out a cold snort and said no more.

The trio walked on in silence. By the time they crossed the vast Hunting Grounds and returned to the Grymdale Tribe, evening had fallen. The sky was dyed a deep crimson, and the tribe was bustling with activity.

Evangeline took one look and said, "You two go on ahead. I’m going to prepare the Herbivore."

’Spicy diced rabbit, plus a whole roasted one,’ she mused. ’I wonder what the rabbit meat is like on the Beastman Continent.’

Orion shot her a look, said nothing, and turned to stride into the tribe.

Melora Moretti looked at Evangeline, then back at Orion. In the end, her "new friend" wasn’t as important as the male she had her eye on. She turned and whispered to Evangeline, "Sister Flora, I’ll come find you later when I’m free!"

Evangeline gave a noncommittal nod and headed for the riverbank.

The Grymdale Tribe was in an excellent location, close to a small river that met all their daily needs. It was a good spot.

Evangeline sat by the river, a rabbit in one hand and a dagger in the other. With a few deft strokes, she slit the rabbit open. The pelt came off cleanly in one piece, and she quickly set about gutting it.

While Evangeline was leisurely cleaning the rabbit, a new trial was beginning back in the tribe.

A great bonfire blazed in the center of the settlement. The members of the Grymdale Tribe were seated around it, while the newcomers from the Midridge Tribe, not yet fully integrated, sat on the outskirts, silently observing Thorne’s trial.

Everyone watched in silence, not daring to make a sound lest they shatter the tense and solemn atmosphere.

Just then, from the place of honor among the Grymdale Tribe, an older female clad in a silken robe began to speak.

She was not exceptionally beautiful, but she possessed a unique charm that made it difficult to look away.

Her gaze was fixed on Thorne, her voice filled with unyielding resolve. "Thorne, The Beast God has shown his wrath again today. Our tribe is now fraught with peril. For the stability of the Grymdale Tribe, it is time for you to leave."

Thorne sat in a corner, his head bowed and his gaze lowered. The frost-white tips of his hair were scattered across his chest, rising and falling faintly with his breathing—the only sign he was still alive.

An oppressive aura of gloom clung to him, as if he were shrouded in heavy clouds that blocked out all light. His downcast eyes were lost in shadow, their expression impossible to discern.

Melora Moretti, who had been following behind Orion, heard this just as they arrived.

She immediately jumped forward, shouting, "No! Mother, if Brother Thorne leaves, he’ll become a wandering Beastman! He—he can’t protect himself right now! He won’t survive if he leaves the tribe!"

The Female Leader’s brow furrowed. "Melora Moretti!" she said coldly. "Where have you been all day?"

The words were barely out of her mouth when she noticed Orion beside Melora Moretti. Her expression softened slightly. "Orion? What brings you to our Grymdale Tribe today?"

’A young Six-star Pattern Beastman,’ she thought. ’Befriending him would bring the Grymdale Tribe nothing but benefits.’

Orion leaned forward slightly at the waist, one arm held naturally across his chest as he slowly bowed his head. The gesture was steady and respectful. "Chief Lana."

Only when he heard that voice did Thorne finally look up, a faint flicker of emotion stirring in his dark green eyes.

Orion glanced back at him before turning his gaze to Chief Lana, his expression grave. "Chief Lana," he said, "before Thorne was harmed by Evangeline, he was the undisputed number one Warrior of the Grymdale Tribe. With every expansion, in every battle against our enemies, he was the one standing at the front!"

"But now, just because he’s lost his former strength and become ’useless,’ the Grymdale Tribe is going to abandon him? Thorne and I have been friends for many years. Our bond is strong, and I cannot accept this decision."

Being publicly contradicted by Orion, Lana’s expression soured.

She said gravely, "The Beast God has repeatedly shown his wrath. The Grymdale Tribe cannot bear any more of it!"

Orion frowned. "Earth-drakes turn over from time to time. How can you pin all the blame on Thorne?"

Lana gave a cold snort, a contemptuous smile twisting her lips. Her tone was firm and unyielding. "Ever since the destruction of the Oasis Tribe, Grymdale has been plagued by one disaster after another. Everything has gone wrong. This is the prophecy The Beast God delivered long ago! The truth is plain to see. You have no choice but to believe it!"

Orion’s voice grew heavy as well, laced with a faint, mocking edge.

"Is that so? Wasn’t the decision to attack the Oasis Tribe made by both you and Chief Morgan? Now that things have gone wrong, you’re just going to pin it all on Thorne? What a brilliant scheme!"

"You!" Lana had never been ridiculed so openly. She was seething.

’This Orion,’ she fumed, ’just because he’s a Six-star Pattern Wyvern Beastman, he thinks he can disrespect anyone!’

Elias Moretti stood quietly at the back of the crowd, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He subtly cast a few glances toward Thorne in the corner. His slender eyes narrowed, a cold, sinister light glinting in their depths.

’He was saved during the totem sacrifice last night,’ he thought. ’And today, someone is protecting him from being exiled.’

’Can it be that Thorne truly has The Beast God’s protection?’