The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 75: A Pair of Eyes Within

Lachlan’s long, slender fingers suddenly tightened, the sharp edges of the box digging deep into his palm.

His jaw tightened into a sharp line, so taut that the pale blue veins on the side of his neck were clearly visible.

The only sound seemed to be the wind, which whistled into his ears with a slight chill.

After standing silently in place for a long time, Lachlan slowly opened the box.

The moment his fingertips touched what was inside, his body froze. His Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty, and the words that escaped his thin lips were so quiet they nearly scattered in the wind.

"Who in the world... are you?"

The Bone Ornament in the box rolled around with his movement, clattering with an ethereal, crisp sound.

Beneath the Bone Ornament lay a lock of flaxen hair, its ends unevenly cut. It shimmered under the clear, cold moonlight.

Evangeline sat on a treetop, watching until Lachlan had returned to the Frost-plain Tribe before lightly brushing the snowflakes from her clothes.

She stood up, stretched her back, and gazed down from the snowy mountain, lightly tapping her rose-colored lips.

Without the cover of her identity as Flora, she couldn’t return to the Grymdale Tribe. ’First, I need to think... how am I going to explain this to Thorne? Given the current situation, even if I’m completely honest, he probably won’t attack me... right?’

"I should head back to the Oasis Tribe first and find the eyes..."

*

Evangeline left the snowy mountains and barely rested along the way, arriving at the Oasis Tribe three days later.

The chill of the ice and snow felt like it was only yesterday, but standing in the dense forest, she was met with a humid, warm wind that signaled the coming rainy season. It carried a cloying floral scent that made Evangeline feel slightly nauseous.

She popped a sour wild fruit into her mouth to settle her stomach before heading toward the Oasis Tribe.

However, before she got close, Evangeline saw several Beastman cubs tumbling and laughing on the sandy ground.

She raised an eyebrow. As she drew nearer, she saw tanned beast skins laid out to dry. A few male Beastmen were sharpening bone knives, while some females were washing wild fruits and cleaning prey. Though their numbers were not yet enough to form a proper tribe, they had clearly become the new masters of the Oasis Tribe’s territory.

Suddenly, a cub’s high-pitched, childish voice rang out. "Who are you?"

Evangeline looked down at the Beastman cub, who barely reached her knees. He had small, grayish-green horns sprouting from his head and was tilting his face up to stare at her curiously.

"Wow, you’re so pretty! Mama, Mama, a really pretty lady has come—"

Once the Beastman cub got a clear look at Evangeline’s face, he suddenly shouted in delight.

His cry instantly drew everyone’s attention.

The cubs who were play-fighting all perked up their ears. The Beastmen in the settlement put down their bone knives and turned, one by one, to look at Evangeline standing at the entrance.

A moment later, the Beastmen began to walk out toward her.

The male in the lead spoke in a rough voice, "A female? Are you lost?"

’A female this beautiful is a rare sight.’

Evangeline blinked her long, narrow eyes, her voice like a caressing wind. "Lost? No. This is my home."

As her words fell, a dead silence descended.

"E-Evangeline?! Is that Evangeline?" a female suddenly shrieked from the crowd.

The destruction of the Oasis Tribe by the Grymdale Tribe was common knowledge throughout all of Norfell. Although these wandering Beastmen had occupied the Oasis Tribe’s territory, they had still heard the stories.

Even if they had never seen Evangeline, the instigator of it all, they had heard of the most beautiful female in Norfell.

Putting two and two together with what she had just said, it wasn’t hard to guess this female’s identity.

The air suddenly froze.

The gazes of all the Beastmen instantly turned sharp.

Evangeline stood there quietly, clearly feeling the Beastmen’s gazes shift from curiosity to shock, and then morph into cold hostility.

A tall male Beastman stared warily at Evangeline, tightening his grip on his bone knife. "The Oasis Tribe is gone! What are you doing back here?!" he growled, a threatening rumble in his throat.

The cubs didn’t understand and still looked curious, but the females quickly pulled them back, as if the one standing before them wasn’t a delicate female, but a bloodthirsty executioner.

In their eyes, this was the female who had made the Oasis Tribe run with rivers of blood.

A corner of Evangeline’s lips curled up. The upturned corners of her eyes swept lightly over the crowd, and the intimidating force of her presence suddenly skyrocketed.

With a flick of her wrist, her long whip, radiating a frosty aura, tore through the air. The tip lashed across the sand, instantly gouging a deep trench. The spray of sand and grit made the surrounding Beastmen recoil in unison, their pupils contracting violently.

A brilliant smile bloomed on Evangeline’s face. "I’m just looking for something. Be good now, and back away."

"A Witch—"

"The Virago became a Witch—"

The Beastmen cried out in terror, all of them backing away, no longer daring to shout threats.

As the Beast God’s emissaries on earth, Witches held a transcendent status on the Beastman Continent.

Evangeline ignored them and entered the settlement, heading straight for the cave the original owner of her body once lived in.

But the cave was cluttered with miscellaneous junk and looked nothing like she remembered. As for the jar that had been carefully placed before the stone bed—the one storing Lachlan’s eyes—it was gone.

Evangeline’s expression darkened. She walked slowly out of the cave, her gaze sweeping coldly over the crowd of Beastmen.

"Where are the things that were inside?" Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a bone-deep chill.

The Beastmen exchanged uneasy glances, shuffling their feet and nudging one another, but no one dared to speak.

After a long moment, a female was shoved forward. She kept her head down, her voice as faint as a buzzing mosquito. "When we... when we moved in, we couldn’t use... any of that stuff, so... so we threw it away..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it nearly vanished in the wind, but Evangeline heard every single word.

Evangeline slowly exhaled. Her knuckles whitened as she silently tightened her grip on her long whip, her voice icy. "A jar, with a pair of eyes inside. Where is it?"

At her words, the female’s expression changed. When she looked up at Evangeline, her eyes were filled with terror.

"Where is it?!" Evangeline stepped forward, a glint in her eyes as cold and sharp as shards of ice.

The female was so scared she started to sob, her lips trembling. "It-it was thrown outside," she stammered.

Evangeline’s brow furrowed, her heart sinking. "Take me there!"

The female bit her lip and, not daring to waste another second, led the way into the forest with Evangeline following.

Soon, Evangeline’s gaze froze.

The jar from her memories lay there, shattered to pieces.

She slowly approached, the dried stains on the ground crunching softly under her feet. Crouching down, she ran her fingertips over the broken shards. Green medicinal residue had congealed on the inner walls of the jar, forming a spiderweb-like pattern.

And the things that had been soaking in the liquid were now dried out.

Evangeline reached out and picked up the pair of shriveled, desiccated eyes. She held them in her palm, their weight almost imperceptible. A faint, bitter smell seemed to hang in the air.

The female looked pleadingly at the Beastmen who had followed them, but in the next instant, they scattered like birds.

Evangeline paid them no mind. Looking at the eyes in her palm, she pressed her lips together tightly. She took out a small, shimmering box and carefully placed the eyes inside, her movements solemn and deliberate.

’Although the eyes are ruined now, as long as I soak them again in Repairing Spirit Liquid, which is rich with powerful life force, the cells can still regenerate. They can be brought back to life.’

’But that will take time.’