The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 567

Chapter 567: When Arlan Met Zaria

Flashback

That night, Zaria was busy thinking about Oriana.

’She is going to challenge one witch who is no less than a demon. With her current state, I don’t think she can even manage to harm a strand of her hair. To defeat her, Oriana needs to unseal her abilities as the Queen of witches. But it won’t be easy, as her abilities have remained dormant and suppressed for a long time. She needs a significant trigger that can shake her entirely. But what could that be? She has nothing precious to lose, nor does she have someone for whom she would even die. Or does she?’ _{freёwebnovel.com}

"Sister Zaria," a servant came to her, "King Samer has sent a message that there is a guest for you."

Zaria looked at the fellow witch. "A guest?"

"Yes. His Majesty has requested your presence in the palace."

Surprised about who would come to meet her through King Samer, Zaria disappeared from her room and appeared in the palace of Thevailes where the king was waiting for her in the drawing room of his residence.

The knight announced her arrival. Upon the king’s approval, Zaria entered the drawing room. Her gaze passed over the figure sitting in the chair opposite King Samer, seeing only the back of the chair.

"Your Majesty, you summoned me?"

Samer nodded. "My friend here wishes to meet you," he said, looking at the person sitting in front of him.

Zaria turned her attention to the man who stood up and turned to face her.

’Prince Arlan?’ Zaria was taken aback by his presence, but at the same time, she received some answers.

"Your Highness," she bowed to him, "How may I assist you?"

"I would like to speak alone," Arlan proposed, waiting for Samer’s approval.

Samer stood up. "I will leave you two to your business," he said, looking at Arlan, "See you later."

With Samer gone, Zaria faced Arlan. "I wonder what brings Prince Arlan to talk with the enemy of his dear friend?"

"We shall keep that dear friend out of our business as it has nothing to do with him," Arlan replied. "I am here to make a deal with you, and I believe you won’t reject it."

"A deal?"

Arlan nodded. "I need your help to lift a blood curse from my family."

"So, it’s not just any deal, but you are seeking help from me."

"Indeed, it’s a deal as I will be offering something precious in return."

"And what might that be?"

"A dragon’s blood," Arlan answered.

Zaria raised a brow, "Dragon’s blood? Are you offering me your friend’s blood in return for helping you? Did he consent to it?"

"As I said before, my friend has nothing to do with our deal," Arlan said. "Do not assume that he is the only dragon in existence."

"Another dragon? I believe you do not mean the King of Agartha?"

"Of course not," Arlan replied. "I hope you will focus on the fact that it’s a deal between us two, and others have nothing to do with it."

Zaria stared at him wordlessly before stepping towards him, her gaze fixed on him as if trying to see through him.

She extended her hand. "Your hand, Prince Arlan."

Without hesitation, Arlan extended his hand. Zaria held his hand and pierced her nail into his palm. Her fingers touched the blood, and she mumbled, "Divine blood."

"I know what to do. You don’t need to know it. Just answer me if you are ready to help instead of wasting my time." Arlan sounded cold and impatient.

"Alright. I will make this deal with you," Zaria spoke. "And I am simply doing it because I need dragon’s blood."

"Rest assured, I didn’t expect any act of kindness from a black witch at least," Arlan said and pulled out a small dagger, cutting his palm as the blood gushed out of the freshly made wound.

Zaria used her power and collected the blood even before a single drop could fall to the ground. Once it was done, Arlan spoke, "I am going to kill that witch on this night of the new moon. I expect your presence there and get rid of that curse on my signal."

Zaria nodded as she looked at the glass bottle in her hand which now contained dragon’s blood, a red liquid that emitted a spark of golden shine.

"Which dragon are you?"

"You can guess that on your own," Arlan replied, ready to leave.

"Are you sure you want to sacrifice your soul to kill that witch?" Zaria has guess what Arlan was up to.

Arlan offered her a mocking glare, "Better to die than suffer due to a disgusting black witch."

"You’ve suffered for two decades. Why the sudden change?"

"Just thought she had wasted enough air by breathing," Arlan replied and then disappeared from there.

Zaria stared at the spot where the prince had vanished. Her mind was full of thoughts.

’I am helping you because I too believe such evil witches should not exist.’

Her thoughts then wandered to Oriana. ’My student, it seems what you are planning to do is going to happen. That witch will soon die at the hands of a Dragon.’

But then another thought struck her. ’The prince and Oriana?’ Her eyes narrowed. ’It seems like I know the way to awaken the Queen of Witches.’