The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Words of Advice From Master

"Yes, as tomorrow is the night of the full moon, you need to prepare yourself to confront that witch. It won’t be easy, and there’s a chance you might fail. But taking action is better than doing nothing. At least we’ll get to gauge the extent of her power, and most importantly, you won’t have to wonder about her or feel frightened anymore," Yorian explained.

Oriana nodded and asked, "You’ll be with me, Lord Yorian, won’t you?"

"I will, but there’s a limit to how much I can support you. Only a Queen of Witches or a powerful witch like Zaria can effectively deal with another of your kind who is not easy to confront."

"I understand," Oriana replied.

"Always remember that you are a Queen, and every other witch is beneath you. They have reason to be wary of a Queen," Yorian advised.

"I will," Oriana affirmed.

"Perhaps you’d like to summon your master," Yorian suggested.

"I was considering that," Oriana said.

"Then I’ll leave you to prepare for tomorrow’s battle," the elf announced as he stood up.

"You’re leaving? Where to?" Oriana asked, her anxiety making her appear like a worried child.

Yorian chuckled at her concern, seeing her resemblance to a child about to be left behind. "I’ve traveled quite far and expended a lot of my energy, so I need to rest. Even though the guest room in Erich’s palace isn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, I’ll rest there."

Oriana was relieved to hear his explanation. "Rest well, then. Good night, Lord Yorian."

As Oriana sat alone in the study, she reached for her pendant and called upon her master. After a brief moment, she opened her eyes to find a well-dressed, beautiful woman seated before her, staring back.

"Master?" Oriana ventured to address her, only to be met with a mocking tone, "Have you forgotten your manners when greeting your master?"

Oriana didn’t take offense at the jest. If her master stops mocking her, she will doubt this person in front of her is fake. She promptly stood up, moved around the table, and bowed to Rosetta. "Greetings, Master."

Rosetta observed her student, noting Oriana’s attire as a woman, and seemed to approve, humming in satisfaction. "Now you look like a proper witch."

Oriana met Zaria’s gaze and glanced down at herself, trying to understand her master’s words.

"Witches are known not just for their knowledge and power but also for their beauty and elegance," Zaria explained. "Your previous appearance in men’s clothing was a disgrace to our kind."

"So, you’re suggesting I should treat her the way you treat me, Master?" Oriana responded, arching an eyebrow.

Rosetta maintained her prideful expression without a hint of change. "I’m delighted that you took note of that. All the curses I’ve directed at you have not gone to waste," Rosetta quipped before rising from her seat.

"There is nothing more I can guide with you so I will take a leave."

"Master would not ask why I am putting fight with that evil witch?"

"Knowing how nosy you can be, I’m hardly surprised," " Rosetta responded as if she had Oriana figured out completely. "For me to inquire means showing interest, which would then lead to me assisting you personally, even when it’s none of my concern. This is the trouble you pulled your way, so you’ll have to manage it yourself."

"I understand, Master."

Rosetta cast one last glance at her student. "If you return in defeat, don’t ever refer to me as your master again."

Oriana could only nod and watch her master vanish.

"Behind her constant cursing was a purpose too?" Oriana pondered. "Could it be that she intended to teach me how to handle individuals of lower status or perhaps to assert my authority as a Queen? Well, I won’t resort to the same harsh words she does," she mused, a sly smile forming on her lips, "except perhaps for that wicked witch. She might just warrant an exception."