Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands-Chapter 89 --.

And just like that, a sudden flicker of light shimmered in the air between them. Just for a second.

But Kaya felt it—something. A strange dizziness washed over her. Her mind echoed with a voice, distant and gentle, repeating the same words in a different place, in a different time. A voice she knew, even if she couldn’t place it.

As the glow faded, Kaya stood frozen, confused.

What just happened?

She didn’t know.

But now, more than ever... she wanted that medicine.

She wanted it badly.

All expression drained from her face. The warmth, the curiosity—gone.

She turned back to the stubborn onion still stuck in the dirt and said, flatly, "Go away."

Then she crouched back down, her fingers digging into the soil again as if nothing had happened.

But what Kaya didn’t see—

Was Vayu still standing there, silently watching her.

A slow smile spread across his lips.

And then... his body began to melt into black smoke.

It drifted downward, soft as shadow—

And disappeared into the shape of her own shadow stretching on the ground.

Back to the present.

Kaya sat with her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on Vayu, who was sitting in front of her.

"So?" she said sharply. "Don’t tell me that wasn’t you."

Vayu blinked, stunned. For a second, he didn’t even know what expression to make. His face was a mix of confusion and disbelief.

What was she talking about?

Yes, it was true—his brother had gone missing near the Mermaid Tribe. It was true that his brother had entered the ocean and then vanished. But... he had never told anyone that. Not a single soul. Not even jokingly.

So how did Kaya know?

She sat there, looking so sure of herself, like he had said those exact words to her. Like they’d had the conversation already.

But he hadn’t.

He was certain.

In fact, the day Kaya seemed to be referring to—the one when she claimed they talked about his brother—he remembered it clearly. He wasn’t with her at all. He had been with Cutie, wandering through the woods, collecting wild berries for the trip.

And yet... Kaya was repeating his own thoughts, word for word.

How?

His heart thumped a little harder, and his mind raced.

Did they really have that conversation? Was it possible he’d forgotten?

No. He wasn’t the type to forget something that important.

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Vayu took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. Then, with a slight frown, he lifted his hand and asked, "Can I... see the pouch?"

Kaya looked at him with visible irritation.

"What’s with that tone?" she snapped, clearly annoyed. But underneath that annoyance, there was a flicker of confusion. Something felt off. Why is he acting like this? she wondered. Is he pretending? Or does he have some kind of split personality?

Still, without saying more, she reached into her clothes, pulled out the pouch, and tossed it toward him.

Vayu caught it gently.

But the moment his fingers brushed against the fabric, and he brought it closer to his nose—his whole expression changed.

Even Cutie, standing nearby, froze.

Fear crawled up Vayu’s spine.

The scent hit him like a wave, awakening something deep in his memory. This wasn’t just any herbal mix. This combination... it was ancient. Powerful. Dangerous.

His eyes widened slightly, and though he tried to control his reaction, the shock was clear.

This wasn’t just a rare medicine—it was forbidden. A blend thought to have disappeared more than a hundred years ago. Not ten, not twenty—a century. No one had seen it since then.

Back in their tribe, elders used to pass down dried leaves of it—just enough for the next generation to learn what it smelled like, to recognize it, and avoid it at all costs. Children were warned: if you ever come across this scent, run. Never touch it. Never use it.

Because no one alive today had ever seen the actual mixture.

And now... it was right here, in his hand.

A handcrafted pouch of the lost medicine.

The weight of it was more than physical—it felt like history itself was pressing into his palm.

His instincts screamed at him. But he stayed still, forcing his expression back into something neutral.

Kaya watched Vayu closely. There was something strange about the way he looked at the pouch—like something about it had shaken him to the core. His expression had slipped for just a second, but she caught it.

Her eyes narrowed. A quiet doubt began to form in her mind.

But before she could open her mouth to question him, another voice called out from behind.

"Hey! You ready yet?"

Startled, Kaya turned her head.

It was that same little lord—still full of himself—walking toward them, casually swinging something in his hand. Behind him trailed three oddly patterned fish. Not sharks, not babies—just fish. But strange ones. Their bodies were covered in tiny black and white dots, like they’d been pulled straight out of an old black-and-white film reel.

Weird.

Each of the fish carried a small pouch or bundle strapped to them, like little delivery creatures.

The little lord stopped in front of Kaya and grinned. "Here," he said, tossing one of the pouches toward her. "Master said before you die, we should at least feed you, no?"

He tilted his head, still grinning innocently.

"After all... we don’t want you dying on an empty stomach. That would just be sad."

Hearing that, Kaya looked at him and gave him the exact same smile he wore—sweet, sharp, and just a little dangerous.

"Oh, really?" she said, her voice smooth. "How kind of you."

She took the pouch, then tilted her head, still smiling. "But you know, I don’t eat grass."

The little lord blinked, confused.

Kaya leaned in slightly, her smile widening. "How about... mermaid tail? I’ve never tried it before. Maybe grilled? A little spicy would be nice."

The little lord’s face instantly turned bright red with anger.

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