In the end, the so-called High Priest didn't manage to escape.
It wasn't that Evangeline insisted on killing him, but the tribe's Beastmen swarmed him, giving him no chance to flee.
Inside a hut in the Wyndsong Tribe.
Evangeline sat at a stone table, eating scallion oil chicken—a fresh batch, of course.
Her gaze fell upon Rhys Finch, who was eating slowly and deliberately. The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the tent, scattering like starlight across his silver-white eyelashes. 'Seeing a face like this every morning could make my mood a hundred times better.'
A thought suddenly occurred to her, and she blinked. "Are you interested in taking a little trip?"
Fearing Rhys Finch might refuse, she quickly added, "I want to see what kind of flower seeds they are. Perhaps if we teach the Fallen Beastmen to brew wine and supplement it with those seeds, they'll be able to provide for themselves?"
