The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 98: A Subtle, Innate Amorous Charm

The Frost-plain Tribe.

Although the mudslide had subsided, mud was everywhere, and the tribe was in a complete mess.

"Lachlan, you... what did you say? You’re leaving?"

Gamar gripped Lachlan’s arm tightly, her rough knuckles turning white. Her face was filled with panic.

She cried, "Lachlan, you’ve only just recovered, and Evangeline has broken the Contract! Galen won’t hold it against you that you’re an abandoned male. Can’t we all live together in the tribe, just like before? Why do you have to leave?"

Tears streamed down Gamar’s face, her voice trembling.

Lachlan stood as still as a snow pine. Rain traced the fine lines of his brow, gathering into a silver thread on his sharp jawline.

His long, flaxen hair was clean, unadorned by a single Bone Ornament.

He turned his gaze toward the curtain of rain, his gray-brown eyes exceptionally clear. As he reached out to brush Gamar’s hand away, the pale blue veins of his wrist were exposed. His voice was clear and ethereal. "Mother, I’m going to find her."

"Lachlan... she’s already dead! Dead!" Gamar refused to let go, her nails digging into his flesh. Her voice choked with sobs. "Didn’t Evangeline say it? You two are all settled!"

A sudden rage flared in Lachlan, a vicious glint in his gray-brown eyes. "Who wants to be settled with her?!"

"She’s still alive, and I’m going to find her! I have to ask her why she doesn’t want..." His voice cut off abruptly. Lachlan’s throat bobbed violently. The next moment, he threw off Gamar’s hand and turned, vanishing into the rain.

Though his last words were cut short, a gasp like that of a cornered animal escaped his throat.

’Why? Why did she suddenly not want him anymore?’

’After ignoring his wishes time and again, after desperately pulling him back from The Abyss time and again, how could she sever everything so easily?’

’She just broke the Contract so decisively and abandoned him.’

"Brother Lachlan!" Galen ran a few steps after him, her sobs lost in the downpour. "I’m sorry! If you hadn’t been trying to save me, Evangeline wouldn’t have gotten angry, and you two wouldn’t have... broken the Contract. I’m so sorry."

Lachlan’s steps faltered for a moment, but he didn’t turn back. His clear, ethereal voice drifted from his retreating figure. "Galen, it’s not your fault. No matter who was about to be swallowed by the mud, I would have saved them. You are one of my tribe."

Lachlan lowered his gaze, his long lashes soaked with rain. "I don’t regret saving you."

His knuckles tightened slightly, and his throat bobbed. "I just... should have explained it to her sooner."

"I’m not a proper male."

Hearing Lachlan’s self-deprecating words, tears streamed down Galen’s face, her grief unbearable. In truth, she knew better than anyone that from the day Brother Lachlan formed the Contract with Evangeline, it was impossible between them.

"Galen, the food she left is enough for the tribe to get through the rainy season safely."

"Take care of yourselves."

Lachlan turned and strode into the curtain of rain. The downpour blurred his receding figure into a faint smudge.

*

Evangeline followed the two Beastmen through a swamp thick with the smell of decay, arriving at the gathering place for wandering Beastmen.

It was called a gathering place for wanderers, but in reality, it was a gray area carved out by the Blackwater Beastmen within their own territory. From a distance, you could see crocodile hides hanging from gnarled, skeletal trees, giving off a foul stench.

Linden walked ahead, speaking in a low voice. "My Lady Priestess, to stay here, you have to make a daily offering to the Blackwater Tribe. It’s either one Herbivore a day, or a Three-star Patterned Beast Core."

As he said this, bitter expressions appeared on the faces of both Linden and the young Beastman behind him.

From the depths of the swamp, the muffled thuds of crocodile tails slapping against mud could be heard occasionally, creating an unseen pressure.

Evangeline raised an eyebrow. ’To think that even on this backward Beastman Continent, they have something like a ’protection fee.’’

"My Lady Priestess, we’ve arrived. You see... we..." Linden rubbed his hands together awkwardly, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unease. If someone took notice of such a large kill, they would be in danger today.

The Blackwater Swamp had always been a place that devoured people whole, leaving not even the bones.

But Evangeline wasn’t in a hurry. She asked, "How long have you two been at this gathering place for wanderers?"

Linden was taken aback but didn’t dare to hide anything. He quickly replied, "We arrived before the rainy season!"

Evangeline pondered for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Have you... seen a Beastman here who isn’t... quite in his right mind?"

She wasn’t sure how to describe Loras. In the original owner’s final memories, Loras had indeed gone mad. His mind wasn’t right. Having drifted here, she had no idea what state he was in now.

Hearing this, Linden breathed a sigh of relief and grinned. "A Beastman who isn’t in his right mind? Heh, mad Beastmen who end up in the Blackwater Swamp are a dime a dozen! There are plenty of them!"

He coughed lightly and lowered his voice. "Just yesterday, there was a crazy female who couldn’t pay the offering. She was still laughing as the Beastmen of The Blackwater Clan dragged her into the swamp!"

Evangeline froze, her brow furrowing deeply.

’If Loras isn’t in his right mind, how could he possibly hunt an Herbivore to get a Beast Core?’

’It would be normal for any other mad beast, since hunting is a beastly instinct. But for Loras, who fed on moonlight and never hunted, he wouldn’t instinctively hunt if he was out of his mind.’

’What state is he in right now?’

Seeing the deep frown on Evangeline’s face and her sour mood, Linden immediately fell silent.

"You two are familiar with this place. Find someone for me, and I’ll give you more prey afterward." Evangeline glanced at the two of them, a chilling glint in her eyes. Her tone left no room for argument. "This is a down payment."

As she spoke, she tossed two Beast Cores from a Five-Star Marked Beast to Linden.

The Contract Mark couldn’t give her a precise location, only a vague, general area.

This Blackwater Swamp looked quite large; finding one person would not be easy.

Linden’s hands trembled as he cradled the two Beast Cores. He nodded hastily. "My Lady Priestess, just give us the order!"

He hunched his back and lowered his voice. "I was just wondering, the person My Lady Priestess is looking for... besides being, uh... what else is special about him? For example, what race of Beastman is he? Or what does he wear..."

Evangeline mused for a moment. "His looks are... very unique. Not handsome in an ordinary way."

Hearing this, the corner of Linden’s mouth twitched. ’What kind of description is that?!’

"He has long purple hair, and an innate amorous charm about him." Evangeline’s brow twitched. She thought for a moment, then elaborated, "You probably don’t get what ’amorous charm’ means, right? I mean a very bewitching, delicate kind of beauty. Most importantly, he has an incredibly pleasant floral scent about him, one that’s unforgettable."

Loras was, of course, beautiful.

Throughout history, plant spirits have always possessed a natural spiritual grace and a pure aura. How could any of them not be beautiful?

Linden sank into thought after hearing Evangeline’s description. ’Why does that sound so familiar?’

Just then, the young Beastman behind him, who was carrying the prey, gasped sharply.

"You know him?!" Evangeline’s eyes flashed as she stared at the young Beastman.

Linden was also puzzled. He turned to look at his younger brother. "You know?"

The young Beastman’s face was deathly pale. His throat bobbed, and the prey on his shoulder fell to the ground with a THUD. He desperately shot glances at Linden, signaling for him to look in a certain direction.

Evangeline whirled around, her gaze fixed on the depths of the Blackwater Swamp.

Over there, a ray of rosy light rose from the horizon, seeming to cast a golden glow over the entire fetid swamp.

As the halo of light swirled, a strange floral fragrance suddenly drifted through the air.

The scent was extremely soft and cold, like a night-blooming cereus steeped in moonlight and frost, gently brushing past the tip of one’s nose.

Linden stumbled back two steps, a hoarse cry squeezed from his throat: "The High Priest—"

He finally understood why the description had been so familiar. Wasn’t that the High Priest of the Blackwater Swamp?

Long purple hair, bewitching, and surrounded by a fragrance—everything matched except for the ’delicate’ part!

Linden’s throat bobbed. He stammered, "My Lady Priestess, are you, are you sure about the ’delicate’ part??"

The High Priest of the Blackwater Swamp was a figure who stood upon the corpses of Beastmen!

Evangeline said nothing, her eyes fixed on the rosy light in the depths of the swamp.

Through the swirling mist, a slender figure could be faintly seen standing above the swamp. His long, wavy purple hair cascaded down like a cloud, and his entire being seemed to merge with the radiant light.

The filthy, stagnant water rippled outward in circles, as if cheering for him in delight.