The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: That Idiot!

A sword pierced through his throat from just below chin only to make its way out of his neck just at the end of his skull. Arlan pulled his sword out, before continuing to sip on the wine glass in his other hand.

A devilish smirk painted itself on his face.

"I like this brand of wine best but your lies disturbs my mood to drink."

Arlan continued to swirl the wine glass in his hand leisurely, as if nothing special happened and he was merely talking to guests. However, many of the subordinates of the dead man had peed in their pants.

As Arlan enjoyed that wine slowly, no one dared make a single sound till he finished it for which he took his sweet time. Once he finished only then Imbert was the first one to move and got the empty glass from him.

Arlan stood up, brandishing his sword on the side. "Anyone else wishes to tell the last lie of your life?"

Those captives immediately bowed on the floor, asking for mercy.

"We will tell everything we know, my Lord!"

"Please forgive us!"

"We will give all the details of the master’s business!"

Arlan walked out of the brothel, leaving the rest to his knights. He looked at the dark sky.

’It’s over earlier than I thought. I can go back now. I wonder what Shortie is doing. She is a person full of colorful surprises, so I doubt she is sleeping peacefully right now.’

His guardian knight stepped out of the brothel as well.

"Your Highness, we can leave Rafal and the rest to take care of the aftermath. Would you like to go back?" Imbert asked, seeing the dazed Arlan.

"Shall we do that?" Arlan asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"I will bring the horses," Imbert said before walking away.

It was the first time Imbert saw Arlan behave this calmly after killing someone. It gave off a strange sense of dissonance. There was no bloodlust, no unreasonable anger in those blue eyes. The fact that the Crown Prince even spared some of that man’s subordinates and did not order a killing spree was surprising in itself.

’Must be something going on in his mind.’ Imbert never questioned Arlan’s actions, but he was skilled at guessing the mood of his liege and acting accordingly.

Imbert and Arlan left on horseback and returned to the Ahrens. When they reached his current dwelling, Arlan instructed his knight, "Go retire for the night."

Without another word, Arlan went upstairs to his chamber, not knowing what was waiting for him there.

’Huh?’

He planned to quietly open the door, wanting to be considerate of his sleeping attendant, but the door did not budge. It was locked from inside.

’Why did she lock the door? Does she not want me to enter my own chamber?’

He was about to knock, but changed his mind midway.

’It might disturb her sleep.’ He let out a helpless sigh, but the corner of his lips curved upwards. ’This stupid idiot. How dare she lock out her master from his own chamber? See how I punish you in the morning.’

He used his power and the bolt on the door from inside opened on its own. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}

The long soak felt heavenly, and her hair was soft and fragrant. It ought to be the best bath she enjoyed in her life!

Be that as it may, her happiness was another’s suffering.

Arlan instinctively used his power to disappear from the chamber the moment Oriana noticed him. By the time he realized what happened, he was atop the highest spire on the outer wall of the royal palace. He teleported across the capital due to panic.

’That idiot, that idiot, that idiot!’ he repeatedly cursed under his breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

That slender back, those soft curves, the lingering mist due to the hot water...

With his eyes shut, Arlan began massaging his temples, his thoughts chaotic like a runaway criminal with a guilty conscience.

’That lowly woman, how dare she affect me like this?’

He had been to the most popular brothel just a while ago, and he had met the most beautiful courtesans in the capital. He even happened to see a handful of them naked when he raided the brothel, but none of them affected him the way Oriana did.

None of their beautiful faces nor their curvaceous bodies moved him. For him, they were not subjects of carnal desires but pretty showpieces which he didn’t take interest in.

But seeing Oriana... just a small glimpse shook his soul.

Her scent alone made him crave for her presence. The experience earlier was even more mind-blowing. It made him almost lose control of himself in a way he had never felt before.

It made him want to surrender to his most primal instincts.

The pitiful prince, driven away from his own bedchamber by his new attendant. His lonesome figure stood atop the highest spire of the palace in his attempt to calm his heated body with the help of the freezing winter wind.