The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: He thinks...I’m vile?

’What the hell am I thinking? He is a prince...’

After a while, Arlan put the quilt on the side, signaling that the portrait was done. He picked up the paper and waved it gently so the ink would dry. Then, he brandished the parchment back on the table, his exaggerated manner of showmanship like that of a royal painter theatrically displaying his life’s masterpiece.

From his actions, Oriana shook her head. ’Attitude and arrogance must flow in his veins instead of blood.’ Yet she could not fault him.

The portrait of the black-haired beauty on the piece of paper appeared so real, it captured not only Rosetta’s physical likeness but also the essence of her spirit and the depth of her being. An elegant and proud intellectual.

"Prince Arlan," Yorian spoke in disbelief, "Is this...that woman?"

"I dare you to doubt my drawing skills," Arlan’s tone was cold.

"Is it her, Yorian?" Drayce asked.

"It’s indeed her," the elf said. "I thought she would disguise herself, but she didn’t. She kept her real appearance."

"It must have never crossed her mind that we have a person with us who can recognize her real identity."

"Seems like it," Yorian said, his expression turning solemn. "To think we couldn’t sense her when she’s literally prancing around under our nose."

"At least now we have confirmed her presence."

Meanwhile, Oriana had a displeased look in her eyes, her thoughts wandering as she stared at the realistic portrait of Rosetta from shoulders up.

’How can he draw her so well, exactly the same image, from the shape of her lips down to the mole near her collarbone? Where the hell was he looking? To think even the cleavage over her collar, he did not leave out any details.’

Unknown to her, jealousy took over her mind.

"Thanks to you two, we could finally find her," Yorian spoke. When he glanced up from the piece of paper, he was startled to see Oriana in a daze, her expression slack.

Arlan noticed it too and could not help but be bitter. ’Why is she staring at it like this? She admires that disgusting woman so much that she can’t even take her eyes off her portrait? Sometimes, I really want to question her standard of choices. Truly a peasant.’

"Orian?" the elf called her.

"Huh?" She looked at him.

"Is there something wrong?" Yorian asked.

"Umm, nothing. You sound as if this woman has another identity?" She effortlessly hid what she was feeling.

"Her name is Zaria Lynx, one of the most powerful Black Witches in existence."

A witch!

A Black Witch!

Other than shock, Oriana felt confused. From what Yorian, Martha and Drayce told her, witches should be able to feel the resonance from their kin. She had spent time with that woman twice but not even once did she feel any pull from her.