The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Insane Reflex

’What is taking her so long?’

At the camp, Arlan was growing impatient.

Given his inhuman senses, the prince had long known that the royal entourage was not traveling alone. There were about thirty armed tribesmen native to the Southern Jungle, hiding among the trees, lingering near the main road, observing them

These tribes would stay invisible and harmless towards travelers who respected the jungle etiquette, which included not entering marked territory or touching tribal resources.

Just then, there was a sudden disturbance. Horses neighed restlessly, as if scared of something. Arlan left his carriage and knights went on full alert, circling the camp in a defensive formation.

Everyone wondered what happened, and a few of the knights went to check on the horses.

"Ahh, snake!"

"Chop it!"

"Drive it away—"

A poisonous snake approached where the horses were tied, causing them to panic.

"Your Highness, it was just a snake and our knights —"

While Imbert was recounting the situation, Arlan’s brows suddenly furrowed. The knight watched the prince disappear from his place, but not a single change in his expression could be detected. Imbert understood something grim must have happened for his liege to use his power without warning.

With everyone’s attention on the spooked horses, no one other than Imbert witnessed the prince’s magic.

"Rafal," Imbert called out as if nothing otherworldly happened.

Rafal jogged towards him. "Yes, Commander?"

"Take the command for now."

Rafal wanted to ask the reason when he realized Arlan’s carriage was empty.

"His Highness left?"

"Do not worry."

Rafal watched his knight captain heading to one direction.

’Didn’t that pretty boy go in that direction a while ago?’ He glanced around. ’I don’t see him here. Seems he caused another problem.’

Behind the line of trees, Arlan appeared out of thin air, pulling that idiotic woman to the side, inevitably saving her body from being peppered with holes.

The next Oriana knew, her body was pressed against a tree, the whistling of arrows accompanying the sound of wood being pierced behind her.

Had Oriana been moved a second too late, numerous arrows would have pierced her body. No current medical knowledge could preserve her poor life.

A pair of eyes that were both familiar and unfamiliar glared down at her, their color flashing between gold and red for a split second.

"Didn’t I tell you to not wander around?!" he growled in displeasure.

The relief of survival diverted her attention from the color of his eyes, as well as the flickering scales on his skin that were fading back into oblivion.

"I...I..."