The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: You Dare?

The red-faced man crawled back to his feet. Arlan stood up as well, but the next moment, he saw that man fall back to the floor, ugly crying with tears and snot on his face.

"Ahh!!!"

Oriana had kicked that man between his legs with all her strength and had him rolling on the ground. Then, she pumped a fist in the air, causing the crowd around them to cheer and let out more boisterous laughter.

"Good job, young hero!"

"Admirable, admirable!"

"Cheers to the young hero!"

"Hey, I bet the boy would win. Give me five coppers—" _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

It appeared some even made a bet about the brawl. Her drunken self took the support of the table and roared, "Oi, old man, since I made you win, you have to buy me a drink from your winnings!"

Arlan was torn between laughter and tears. This woman was so brave and mercenary—she didn't need to be protected at all. Was there anyone like her among all the women he had met?

That man's friends saw his humiliation and were about to go to help their friend, but two knights appeared behind them with their swords threatening them and made them sit back. They were Imbert and Rafal. They could have gotten rid of the nuisance, but not only Arlan, even these two were shocked into admiration.

As a person who caught His Highness' eye, that young lad had a promising future indeed. Rafal even wondered if this gutsy boy would also be trained as one of the Crown Prince's trusted aides.

The server approached with a pitcher of alcohol. Oriana got it from him and took a swig straight from it. "You finally came! I was so thirsty!"

Only then did Arlan realize that Oriana was dead drunk. Though her appearance had no real changes, she seemed to have completely forgotten about his presence.

Upon noticing the poor man curled on the floor, she poured the rest of the beer in the pitcher on that man, especially around the area of his waist.

"Mister, are you hurt? You are hurt there badly? Alcohol can numb pain, you know? Here let me help you—" She then stopped as something caught her attention.

Under everyone's curious gaze, Oriana stumbled her way towards the wall which was just a few steps away from their table and grabbed the lantern hanging off a hook.

A brilliantly wicked smile spread across her pretty face as she brought it back towards the drunkard on the floor.