The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 695

Chapter 695: The Demoness Held Grudges

After Oriana had rested for a while, both of them dressed in fresh clothes, dark garments that seemed to be the preferred color of the demon realm.

"Are we going somewhere?" Oriana asked.

"Don’t you want to look around the realm you belong to?" Arlan replied. "Also, everyone is excited to see their princess after you killed their ruler."

"Do I have to be the princess of this realm as well?" she asked, clearly reluctant about the idea.

"You don’t want to?" he asked. "This is where you belong."

"I belong where you belong," she replied. "I will follow wherever you go."

He was delighted to hear it but at the same time, seeing her lack of attachment to her own home, Arlan, who had been contemplating this for some time, finally decided to ask. He took her hand. "Oriana?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you not remember anything about your past life here as a demon princess?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her face to observe her reaction. "Esmeray has finally shown her stronger presence. Don’t you have her memories now? Don’t you want to remember anything?"

Oriana looked conflicted and confused. "I’m not sure..."

"So you do remember?"

"What if I say I don’t want to talk about it at the moment?"

"Alright."

The two then disappeared from the residence and reappeared in the throne hall, where all the powerful figures of the demon realm were waiting for their princess. Oriana was guided to sit on the throne where the ruler once sat. It had belonged to Tharzimon, but now it was hers.

Arlan stood by Draven and Drayce’s side, the guests of this realm.

All the demons bowed to the princess according to the customs of the demon realm, dropping to one knee and lowering their heads.

As Oriana had already discussed with Arlan, she made the announcement to everyone.

"Though I am your princess, I cannot stay here permanently, as my home is now elsewhere. However, I will not abandon my responsibilities toward this realm. I will continue to be your princess and visit from time to time. In my absence, Demon Xyron will take charge of this realm, and you all must obey him.

"As for the shield around this realm, I want to make it clear that I have no intention of removing it. This realm will continue to exist in peace, without the threat of war with the Heavenly realm. We do not need to be greedy and conquer other realms. Be content with what we have here."

The demons obediently accepted their princess’s decree. Once everything was discussed, everyone was dismissed, except for Xyron.

"Xyron, do not disappoint me," Oriana spoke to him with authority as she sat on the throne.

"I do not dare, my Lady," Xyron replied, continuing to kneel with his head lowered.

"I know you have dared beyond what you should," Oriana said, her voice displeased, her intense gaze fixed on him. "I have not forgotten what you said to me that day when I asked you to help Arlan fight against Tharzimon. You looked down on my husband’s abilities and questioned my choice of partner. How dare you?" Her voice echoed in the throne hall, her eyes flashing with darkness, clearly showing her anger.

The three Dragons had not expected Oriana’s temper to shift so suddenly. Indeed, the demoness held grudges.

Xyron remained in his kneeling position. "I will accept any punishment you decide for me, my Lady. But before that, I wish to clear up a misunderstanding. I had to provoke you, to make you feel helpless and angry. Only then could your dark side be awakened when you saw that no one was there to help Prince Arlan. It was part of the plan. However, that does not excuse the way I spoke to you, my Lady. Please punish me for my behavior."

She nodded and glanced at the two Dragons she had shown anger toward just moments ago.

In response, they offered her silent assurance that everything was alright and that they understood her anger. Snowflake was nearby, and walked forward, sensing that her master needed her.

Oriana turned to Xyron, who was still kneeling. "You can rise."

Xyron stood up, only to hear her say, "I am leaving everything to you. I will visit here once in a while."

"Yes, my Lady," he replied. "I hope for you and Celeste to always stay safe."

At the mention of Celeste, Oriana remembered something. "Can you tell me about Celeste, the past of my pet?"

"Celeste was the spirit beast of the heavenly realm that belonged to your mother, the previous Queen, who was also an angel of the air element. When she married into the demon realm as part of a peace pact between the demon realm and heaven, she wasn’t allowed to bring anything with her here. But she requested permission from the demon lord to bring her pet, and our lord approved it. After we lost our Queen during the hellfire breakout, the pet, who should have disappeared with her as her spirit beast, survived and became Princess Esmeray’s companion.

When the Princess was gone, Tharzimon decided to throw Celeste into the valley of eternal abyss so her soul would never reincarnate. He feared that if the Princess returned, this spirit beast would also return and become her strength. Tharzimon wished for the Princess to return, but only to use her as his toy, a source of power by turning her into his demoness. When he threw Celeste into the valley, I managed to protect her before her soul could be entirely destroyed, but it was almost too late. I wasn’t sure if I had succeeded, but now seeing her, it seems I did manage to save her."

"For saving my pet, I won’t punish you for anything," Oriana declared and then turned to her pet. "Snowflake."

A white wolf was ready to follow her master’s order.

"Snowflake, take me, Arlan, King Drayce, and King Draven back to the palace of Agartha."

The next moment, a soft glow emitted from Snowflake, enveloping all of them, and they disappeared from the throne hall to return their home.