The Villainess Winning Back Her Beast Husbands-Chapter 68: Cure Your Eyes

"Yes," Lachlan replied stiffly, turning to walk toward the tribe.

Evangeline followed him, and only after crossing two snowy mountains did they arrive at the Frost-plain Tribe.

However, just as Lachlan had said, the Frost-plain Tribe was already decaying. There was none of the usual laughter and joy of a normal tribe. Even before stepping inside, she could feel the dead silence and ruin within.

Seeing Lachlan return, someone from the tribe quickly came out to greet them. It was a female.

"Brother Lachlan! You’re finally back!"

The female stepped forward, wanting to embrace Lachlan, but he subtly drew back and glanced into the tribe.

"Brother Lachlan..." The female’s eyes dimmed, but she quickly pulled herself together and asked, "Brother Lachlan, did you manage to invite a Witch?"

Evangeline stared at her for a moment and recognized her.

This was the female from the Snow Leopard Clan who had caused the original owner to have a breakdown—Galen.

Evangeline stepped past Lachlan and said, "I am the Witch from the Grymdale Tribe, Flora. Lachlan invited me here to treat your plague."

Under the Enchanting Spell, Lachlan had lost his self-awareness. He had to be taught how to respond to anything.

In other words, he was just a numb-witted fool.

"Tr-treat it?" Galen gasped, looking at Evangeline in disbelief.

But soon, her eyes grew even dimmer. She bowed deeply to Evangeline and said politely, "Thank you, Witch. However, the plague cannot be cured. We’ve already given up. We asked you to come here to preside over the sacrificial rite."

Evangeline was impatient. "I said I’ll treat it, so I’ll treat it. Stop wasting my time! Let’s go in!"

With that, she strode into the Frost-plain Tribe first.

’The plague was indeed a terminal illness on the Beastman Continent, but she was someone with cheat-like powers. Was there anything she couldn’t solve?’

’The original owner made this mess, and I have to clean it up. Heh.’

"Witch..." Galen faltered for a second, glanced at Lachlan, and hurried after her.

Upon entering the Frost-plain Tribe, Evangeline asked a few questions and found the situation was much better than she had imagined.

After the plague struck, more than ten members of the Frost-plain Tribe had died. Although the remaining Beastmen had symptoms of varying severity and were all just waiting for death, there were still quite a few of them. If they were cured, the Frost-plain Tribe still had a chance to rebuild.

"Witch, how is it?" Galen stuck close to Evangeline’s side, looking nervous.

Even though she knew the plague was incurable, she couldn’t help but feel a sliver of hope.

"It can be treated." Evangeline nodded and said thoughtfully, "However, I don’t have the medicinal ingredients on hand. I’ll have to go find them. First, I’ll use an Array to purify the plague’s toxic air in the Frost-plain Tribe to prevent it from spreading further."

"An... an Array?" Galen looked bewildered, but seeing Evangeline’s calm and composed demeanor, she grew joyful. She nodded emphatically and said gratefully, "Thank you, Witch! Thank you!"

Evangeline shook her head and turned to the wooden-faced Lachlan. "You, come with me."

Lachlan didn’t respond, simply following slowly behind Evangeline. Galen was a little confused but didn’t dwell on it. Her heart was completely focused on the tribe. ’If the plague can really be cured, that would be wonderful.’

With a flick of her wrist, Evangeline produced a bag of Spirit Stones and handed it to Lachlan, commanding him without ceremony, "Go, bury these in a circle around the Frost-plain Tribe. Remember to space them out evenly."

Lachlan nodded. As he turned, he silently dropped to one knee, plunging his fingertips into the frozen earth beneath the frost and snow. He dug a hole and dropped a Spirit Stone inside. A faint, blue Curse Pattern flickered on his forehead, his movements stiff.

Seeing Lachlan so obedient and docile, Evangeline found him much more pleasing to the eye.

After he finished burying the Spirit Stones, Evangeline bit her finger and used her blood to draw Array Patterns in the air. Once she was done, she flicked her finger, and the complex Array Patterns spread out from mid-air, covering the entire Frost-plain Tribe.

The "World Purifying Spirit Array" could release pure Spiritual Energy and eliminate the diseased aura.

However, the plague ravaged the body, and Spiritual Energy alone wasn’t enough to cure it. It had to be supplemented with "Clearing Fever Pills" to neutralize the plague’s toxins. But she didn’t have any of these Elixir Pills on hand at the moment. She could only temporarily stabilize the plague to keep it from spreading while she went out to search for the ingredients.

Galen watched Evangeline bustling about, feeling nervous.

The moment the Array took effect, the tribe members who had fallen into comas from the illness awoke.

Galen clapped a hand over her mouth in excitement, her body trembling. "It’s real, it’s real! The plague can really be cured! The tribe is saved, we’re all saved! The Beast God has finally looked upon the Frost-plain Tribe—"

Evangeline wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. The Spirit Array consumed a lot of her vital energy.

"Witch, the tribe members are awake! It really worked!" Galen ran toward Evangeline, her voice thrilled and ecstatic. However, when she reached Evangeline, she noticed her pale face and quickly asked, "Witch, what’s wrong?"

Evangeline shook her head. "The plague isn’t easy to treat. It took a bit out of me."

"Witch... thank you." Galen looked at Evangeline’s pale face, filled with guilt. She dropped to her knees with a THUD and kowtowed, her forehead striking the frozen ground with a dull sound.

Galen’s chapped lips trembled. "On behalf of the entire Frost-plain Tribe, I thank you for your gift."

Evangeline’s expression grew solemn. "Get up. I need to go find the medicine now. The tribe members’ symptoms will be suppressed for now and won’t worsen. Don’t go through with any sacrifices. We’ll handle everything else when I get back."

Galen nodded emphatically. "Don’t worry, Witch, I understand!"

’Now that the tribe was saved, how could they possibly take that final step?’

While the two were speaking, Lachlan stood to the side, motionless, with his head bowed.

Galen turned to look at him and asked hesitantly, "Witch, Brother Lachlan... is he sick?"

Evangeline glanced at Lachlan, too lazy to explain. She said unhurriedly, "Probably. Maybe losing his eyes affected his brain. I’m not familiar with the area around the snowy mountains, so have Lachlan come with me to find the medicine."

Galen nodded hesitantly and watched as Evangeline and Lachlan departed.

「*」

After leaving the tribe, Evangeline released Lachlan from the Enchanting Spell.

His body stiffened abruptly. A moment later, he arched his back, clamping his hands, veins bulging, over his head. A pained sound escaped his throat as he gasped for air, his back heaving violently.

"Lachlan, I’m not Evangeline. I’m just a lonely soul who accidentally took over this body."

"You should know very well that Evangeline was not a Witch."

"The real Evangeline is already dead. I’ve taken over all her messes. I have no choice but to fix them one by one. You don’t need to transfer your hatred for her onto me."

"You need to understand, I’m helping you right now!"

Evangeline looked down at the trembling Lachlan, squatted, and tried to reason with him earnestly.

’She couldn’t keep Lachlan under the Enchanting Spell forever. Since he could see through her identity, she had no choice but to try a different approach. Everything she was saying was the truth!’

Lachlan’s chest rose and fell violently as he took ragged breaths, cold sweat dripping down his tense jawline.

He suddenly let out a low laugh. His canines, which had bitten through his lip, were stained with blood, glinting coldly in the twilight.

"How ironic..." He looked up, the bangs on his forehead soaked with sweat, his refined features twisted into a cold sneer. "That the great Beast God would grant salvation... to someone like you."

Evangeline stared at Lachlan, her expression impassive.

The derision on his face didn’t lessen in the slightest, as if her explanation just now had been nothing but a clumsy joke.

’She knew it. No one would believe her. Without first comforting these hurt male leads, blurting out that she wasn’t Evangeline would only seem like a ridiculous excuse to them, a way of shirking responsibility.’

Her face cold, Evangeline drew the bone knife from his waist.

Suddenly, with a flash of cold light, a lock of hair drifted down onto the back of Lachlan’s mud-stained hand. The tribal totem on it had stopped decaying and was even emitting a cool sensation, as if it were healing.

"I swear by the Beast God, I have no ill intentions. I only want to help you cure the Frost-plain Tribe."

"And heal your eyes."

Lachlan’s fingertips dug tightly into the frozen earth. The lock of hair resting on the back of his hand felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Beastmen take oaths seriously. To cut one’s hair while making a vow was an ancient form of promise on the Beastman Continent.