The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Somewhere I Need To be

The chaotic situation caught the attention of curious folks. When some of the bored nobles saw the guards rushing towards somewhere, they followed them as well and news of something bad had happened spread quickly to the guests within the ballroom.

Oriana was captured by the guards and she was made to kneel on the ground. Based on the gasps of the forming crowd, as well as how the guards pointed their swords at her, she felt her doomsday had arrived.

However, she felt no fear, only endless regret.

’I could not turn a blind eye to that woman getting assaulted. If I knew I would die for being nosy, I should have also destroyed that pig’s family jewels so he won’t give to more pigs in the future,’ she sighed. ’Grandpa, I can’t save you, it seems. Maybe it is better that you suffer from memory loss. Just forget me so you won’t miss me. Let’s meet in the afterlife and I will apologize to you for being a useless granddaughter.’

The Lord and Lady of the House of Milton arrived as well, only to see their son hurt.

"Wallace, my poor child! Who did this?!"

A physician was immediately summoned by the hysterical Countess Milton. The guards sealed that hallway and allowed no one to enter, but as they were mere guards, they could not use real force on the gossiping nobles. The other members of the Milton Family had to personally lead them out, causing the news to further spread wildly.

Arlan was sipping wine inside the ballroom, listening to a group of young lords about participating in a swordsmanship tournament hosted by the royal family at the end of the year. The prince already felt something was amiss when the host of the party, Count Milton, disappeared in a hurry several minutes ago, thus, when his eyes caught the suspicious behavior of guests being escorted by the relatives of the Count, he focused his senses on their conversation.

"...Someone had beaten the young master of the Milton Family."

"Really?"

"I heard it’s a servant."

There was a gasp from listeners. "Their servant did? How gutsy!"

"Did you hear why?"

"Not sure. Maybe it’s a drunken brawl? It’s a young man though, really young, maybe younger than my son."

"It’s amazing though. If you had seen Young Master Wallace, you would be filled with pity."

Another witness spoke as well. "From what I heard, that servant is not from the Miltons but of some guest. He did not seem like a native due to that headwrap on his head."

Arlan was stunned when he heard the last part. Not waiting for another moment, he turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" the young lord standing right next to him asked.

"Somewhere I need to be."

Arlan walked away, leaving that handsome young man behind, who belatedly realized something interesting ought to be going on.