The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197: Danger

’Witches and warlocks, heavenly realm and mortal realm, supernatural beings and divine beings, magic power... divine power...’

Oriana had long returned to her assigned room, lying in bed still in her uniform, her confused thoughts swimming in her head. She was trying to have a grasp of the discoveries she had about herself.

’What are all these jargons?!’ she mentally screamed. ’My life is not simple to begin with, but it’s getting even more crazy complicated with every single passing day.

In the first place, it was unusual for a woman to be unmarried at her age, or at least unpledged to another, much less be independent, working as an herbalist and training to be a physician. Deceiving everyone by pretending to be a man, her life before these new discoveries had enough content to be made into several books.

Yet now, she learned she was someone more special than that.

’Having trouble with hiding my gender is not enough, now I have to hide from those wizards and some evil group who run after people with divine powers too?’

More questions flooded her mind, and they had everything to do with her family. Since she was a witch, her parents ought to be witches too, or at least one of them. The reason why Phil and Oriana lived a nomadic life, with her hiding her gender, she felt the reason for it had to be her strange powers.

’I wish Grandpa was here. He should have some answers to the questions Lord Yorian is asking...’

Knock! Knock!

The knocking on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She forced herself out of the bed. Opening the door, she found Damien standing in front of her.

"His Highness is back," Damien informed, quickly turning around as if he was needed somewhere else. "He’s in his bedchamber."

"I will be there in a minute," she replied but Damien had long left the hallway. She could only shake her head. ’He really runs fast.’

Oriana stood in front of the mirror to make sure her appearance was proper, especially securing the headwrap around her hair as she knew she would be spending the night in Arlan’s room as usual.

On her way to Arlan’s room, she bumped into Neil who was coming downstairs. Seeing her, he gave out a sigh of relief.

"Thank the spirits, you are here, Orian."

"What happened?"

"His Highness is drunk and he is asking for more alcohol," he replied. "We cannot give him more alcohol."

"Then don’t give him," she replied casually. She already had so much in her mind that she didn’t wish to think about a drunk man’s tantrum.

"We cannot refuse His Highness’ orders. Maybe if it’s Mister Roman, he has a chance, but not me. Not Damien either. Please go there and make him not ask for more liquor."

"Me?" she asked in surprise and disbelief. "Why would His Highness listen to me?"

"That I don’t know, but before leaving the Palace of Thistle, Mister Roman told me if there is such a situation, the best recourse is to send you to His Highness."

An incredulous "Huh?" was all that escaped her mouth.

’What do they take me for, his mother? Why would he listen to me when I am just a mere attendant like them?’