The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Dragon Turning Into A Dog

It only took Arlan's men less than an hour to confirm the location and circumstances of their target.

Arlan left the Wimark Estate and returned to Jerusha, this time stopping at the residential district right beside the marketplace. Arlan and four of his most trusted knights were approaching an ordinary-looking two-storey building.

"Your Highness, this is the location," Imbert told him as their group stood at the front porch. .

Under the fading sunlight, that building looked unusually quiet with its main double doors closed.

Rafal knocked on the door. A pair of dark eyes appeared as the person inside slid open the small door viewer to look outside.

"Who goes there?"

"We are here for Mister Oisin."

The man took a long look outside and spotted a nobleman climbing down from a horse, accompanied by three more men who looked like his guards.

"There is no Oisin here," the man replied and was about to close the door viewer when—

Stab!!

Rafal's sword had already entered that small opening and pierced that man's head as he mumbled, "These lackeys never let us do our work without blood being shed."

Afterwards, he gestured for one of his fellow knights to enter a window. A minute later, the door opened and their group entered with Rafal playing the vanguard.

Deeper inside the building, a few men looked to be working when they spotted the intruders.

"Who are you? How dare you enter—"

Swish!

Once again, Rafal's sword tasted blood and he looked at the rest of the workers. "We know Oisin is here. Better inform your master to show up, or else this sword of mine won't hesitate to get a taste of your filthy blood."

Out of four men, one went inside to inform his master.

Arlan smirked and mumbled, "Rafal is getting better and better at this, isn't he, Imbert?"

Imbert could not deny it. "Indeed, Your Highness."

"You taught him well," Arlan praised while Imbert remained quiet but his eyes showed he was proud of Rafal.

Soon, a burly man showed up with his armed guards. It was precisely the merchant called Oisin.

"What's going on here?" He looked at his dead subordinate. "Who are you?"

"Your grim reapers," Rafal answered.

It angered the man as he instructed his men to attack. "Break all their limbs!"

Arlan didn't move even a step from his place. His knights were more than enough to take care of everything.

It was Imbert who dragged that burly merchant to Arlan's feet, forcing him to kneel in front of the prince who somewhat found a chair amidst the chaos. He was sitting at complete ease, and the only thing lacking was a glass of wine in hand.

Arlan eyed Oisin. "Tell me what you know about the smuggling of banned herbs."

"W-Who are you? Why are you—" the man asked in his trembling voice. No one but him remained alive from his group.

"Is that important now?" Arlan smirked.