The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Arlan’s Arrival

"You brazen servant, won’t you answer?" The Count hunkered down in front of her and gave her a hard slap. "Hah. Aren’t you scared of dying? You must be an assassin then, sent to kill my son!"

"If I was, then I would have slaughtered this pig you raised," she sneered.

Thud!

Count Milton stood up and kicked her kneeling form with more force than earlier, causing her to collapse on the floor, but her mocking sneer and sharp gaze didn’t change even for a moment.

Not only the Count, even his wife and the guards could see the anger and disgust in this young servant’s eyes. For some reason, they found her gaze intimidating. If this was not a mere servant kneeling in front of him, the Count would have felt wary of him.

"Since you are not scared of death, then pay the price of laying a hand on a noble!"

The angry lord grabbed the sword from one of the guards and pointed its tip towards her neck.

Still, there was no sign of fear in her eyes as she faced her death bravely, even squarely meeting the furious noble’s gaze.The Count raised the sword when—

"What is going on here?"

—a dignified voice stopped him.

No one realized when the door opened, but Arlan was standing at the doorway with a few high nobles behind him. Though this part of the mansion was sealed, who would dare stop the Crown Prince of this kingdom from entering this place?

Walter Milton stopped as he lowered his sword. He first bowed to the Crown Prince. "Your Highness."

Oriana turned to look at the source of the familiar voice and a shiver ran down her spine.

All she could think of was ’damn, damn, damn!’

This Count Milton was an important official of the palace. In order to strengthen their hold on the nobility, the prince should not mind sacrificing one useless commoner. Arlan would likely give away her personal details, like where she lives, and now everyone from the village was going to be killed.

Arlan glanced at her for a moment and was taken aback by the fear in those hazel eyes. Shouldn’t she be glad to see he was there and help her escape this situation?

’Isn’t her brain working in the right direction?’

Arlan’s gaze scanned the room—from Count Milton, then to his son and the assaulted female victim at the corner who had her head lowered.

On the way to this chamber, Arlan had heard each word said here between Walter, Wallace and Oriana.