The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 70: So Damn Melodramatic

Lachlan’s hollow eyes stared, as empty as The Abyss. A jarring streak of crimson blood snaked down from his brow, yet his handsome, pale face remained a stoic mask, as if he felt no pain.

His thin lips parted, his voice so faint it sounded as if it would dissipate in the wind. "Do you have all the herbs?"

Evangeline watched Lachlan quietly. The surrounding chatter was incessant, the insults still ringing in her ears.

Her gaze turned icy. She suddenly grabbed Lachlan’s hand and held it high, forcing the crowd of Beastmen to witness her touch the rotting tribal totem on the back of his hand. Pus and blood oozed out between her slender fingers.

"I am a Witch," she stated, her voice dispassionate and cold. "And I have a way to deal with the Frost-plain Tribe’s plague."

"The Beast God shows mercy to all, not so you can freely bully and trample on others."

"From now on, the Frost-plain Tribe is under my protection. I don’t want to hear such insults ever again."

The moment she finished speaking, the shadow of a whip flashed, a cold glint of light splitting the air—

BOOM—

The whip swept out, and a massive boulder exploded on impact. Flying shards of rock grazed the Beastmen’s terrified faces.

A smile played on Evangeline’s lips as she idly coiled the end of the whip around her fingers. Her gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the crowd before finally landing on Midori’s eyes, which burned with hatred.

"Of course—"

She let out a sudden, soft laugh. Still gripping Lachlan’s hand, she approached Midori, looking her up and down and taking in the sudden terror on her face. "By all means... consider this a threat."

Silence fell all around.

Lachlan violently broke free of her grip and staggered back two steps, his back slamming into the rock wall. His body convulsed as if in a stress reaction, and pained, dry heaves escaped his throat.

The corner of Evangeline’s mouth twitched. ’So damn melodramatic,’ she cursed inwardly.

Not bothering with him, she took a deep breath and turned to the crowd, saying impatiently, "Alright, that’s enough. Break it up. I haven’t finished my shopping. All you herb sellers, bring out everything you’ve hidden away, all the herbs you can’t identify."

As she spoke, Evangeline flicked her finger, sending a cloth pouch from her palm into the air in a neat arc.

She casually juggled the bag. The heavy Crystal Cores inside clinked together with a crisp, pleasant sound, and with every toss, the eyes of the surrounding Beastmen twitched.

Evangeline’s lips curled. She suddenly clenched her fist around the bag of Beast Cores, and the hard cores ground against each other with a sound that set one’s teeth on edge. "What are you still standing around for?"

The moment her words fell, the area erupted into a clamor. All the Beastmen who were selling herbs at the tribal gathering flocked over, carrying their beast skin bags, having instantly forgotten everything that had just happened.

"Witch! Take a look at my herbs! I dug all of these up from outside the snowy mountains, and they’re fresh!"

"Get out of the way! Witch, I picked these from the cliffs of the snowy mountains! I was even attacked by a Four-star Patterned Beast while doing it! This is definitely the good stuff!"

"Witch, I picked this thing—it looks like a flower, but I can’t identify it. Would you like to take a look?"

"..."

Evangeline examined them one by one, missing nothing. Her haul was enormous.

Lachlan braced himself against the rock wall. Although he couldn’t see anything, he could hear the excited voices of the Beastmen around him. His fingertips dug into the cracks of the rock, but his handsome face remained expressionless.

It wasn’t until the bright moon hung high in the sky that the clamor slowly died down.

The Beastman vendors dispersed, and Evangeline lazily pushed herself to her feet.

She turned her head to look at Lachlan, who was still leaning against the rock wall, seeming to have merged with the shadows.

’He’s like a broken puppet.’

"I have all the herbs," Evangeline said coldly, staring at Lachlan. The blood on his temple had dried, but the stain was still unsettling to look at.

Her lips twisted into a sneer. "Don’t look so half-dead. You still have the Frost-plain Tribe’s mess to clean up. Let’s go."

Evangeline walked ahead, in a good mood. The Beastman Market had been a pleasant surprise, saving her the trouble of searching for herbs over mountains and through valleys.

*

Midori returned to the Snow Wolf Tribe, grabbed a nearby club, and began to savagely beat her two Beast Husbands.

"Useless! Useless trash! You can’t even protect your own female master! What good are you to me—"

The two Beast Husbands had already transformed into their beast forms, their bodies tense as they dared not dodge.

They groveled on the ground, their beast ears pressed flat against their heads as they whimpered.

One of the Beast Husbands was curled up in a pool of blood, his right hind leg twisted at an unnatural angle. A shard of stark white bone pierced through his fur—it was clearly broken.

For a male, being crippled meant losing the ability to hunt.

But Midori’s anger was still not appeased. Her expression was savage as she tore at their fur, her nails digging deep into their flesh. She snarled viciously, "You two pieces of trash! I should just pull out your wolf fangs and throw you to the hyenas!"

Midori’s violent shrieks echoed through almost the entire tribe.

After a long while, she finally grew tired, leaning on the club and gasping for breath.

She stared at the snow blanketing everything outside, her expression dark and vicious.

"Gone blind, stricken with the plague, crawling back to the Frost-plain like a jackal... Oh, Lachlan, Lachlan..."

A morbid smile spread across Midori’s face as she muttered to herself.

Back then, Lachlan had rejected her, choosing instead to form a Contract with Evangeline from the Oasis Tribe. He’d gotten what he deserved, but how could it be that the Frost-plain Tribe still hadn’t been wiped out? They’d even gotten help from a Witch! How could this be happening?

A Witch? Heh, so what if she’s a Witch?

She wanted them all to die!

"Go, tell Jago—" Midori’s voice was strange, and she suddenly burst into a neurotic laugh. "Tell him I’m willing to form a Contract with him. But I need his... help."

*

Meanwhile, under the cover of night, Evangeline and Lachlan returned to the Frost-plain Tribe.

Galen had been waiting at the entrance, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw them return.

"—Witch! Brother Lachlan!"

She hurried over, the beast bone necklace around her neck jingling against her chest.

Evangeline’s gaze lingered on Galen’s neck for a moment, and a meaningful smile touched her lips. The beast bone necklace was remarkably similar to the Bone Ornament woven into the ends of Lachlan’s hair.

’Unlike the original owner of this body, I have no intention of breaking them up.’

’But since Lachlan is designated as the heirless male lead, I have to complete my mission.’

’I don’t agree with that saying about "the one who isn’t loved is the third party." We’re already Contracted, which makes me the legitimate one. Have a cub, then get a divorce... that sounds perfectly reasonable, right?’

"Don’t come any closer."

Lachlan stopped Galen from approaching Evangeline. His voice was ethereal. "How are the tribe members?"

Evangeline gave him a cool glance, completely unbothered by his defensiveness.

Galen stopped in her tracks, halting about ten feet away from Evangeline.

She looked a little confused, but her eyes were sparkling as she said joyfully, "It’s all thanks to the Witch! The plague hasn’t worsened among the tribe, and Gamar is awake! Brother Lachlan, you should hurry and see her!"

Lachlan’s whole body jolted, and he staggered half a step forward. "Mother... is awake?"

Evangeline glanced at him. It was rare to see such emotion from Lachlan.

She took a step forward, cutting off Lachlan and Galen. "Alright, you two will have plenty of time to talk later. First, find me a quiet place. I need to prepare the medicine."

To be precise, she was going to refine pills.

The Clearing Fever Pill wasn’t a high-Level pill, but the Spiritual Energy on the Beastman Continent was thin. She would need to use an Array for Gathering Spirit to refine it.

Galen didn’t dare to delay and quickly agreed. "Witch, please follow me!"

She led Evangeline into the tribe’s grounds. Lachlan hesitated for a moment but followed them anyway.

He was uneasy about leaving Galen alone with Evangeline.

Galen led Evangeline to a quiet cave. Her voice was soft and tinged with sadness. "Witch, this is where the Frost-plain Tribe’s previous Witch used to live. It’s very quiet here."

Evangeline glanced around and, finding no fault, nodded. "This will do. I’ll need about three days. While the Spirit Array is active, the plague won’t worsen or spread. Don’t let anyone disturb me."

Galen nodded repeatedly. "Rest assured! I’ll stand guard and make sure you’re not disturbed!"