The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Something From His Past

With Oriana returning to being Arlan’s attendant, she decided to first head back to the mansion next door to bid farewell to the Megarisian delegation. There was nothing to pack since she did not bring her own things in the first place, aside from her ivory knife. She merely wanted to extend her thanks to Seren, Martha and Eva.

"Mister Orian, His Majesty had asked for your presence in the study."

Oriana went to the King’s study, where she found both Drayce and Yorian waiting for her.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." She bowed to the young king first then to the elf. "Lord Yorian."

"Have a seat," Drayce instructed, which made Oriana aware that they were going to discuss important matters.

Just as she sat down, the King spoke up, "I called you here because I believe you withheld information that you could not say in front of your master."

Oriana felt like she could never doubt the ability of this king to see through people. His tact and sensitivity would make anyone appreciate him. No wonder he was a respected ruler despite his young age.

She nodded. "I have more to say, Your Majesty."

"Feel free to talk."

"Today, I admitted to being a Black Witch when Lady Rosetta asked me about who I really am." She then told them the concrete details of how their conversation went.

"You did well. It is best to simply be honest since she had personally taken action to confirm your identity as a witch, including the fact you have divine power."

"I felt like she was about to say something more, something about my identity, but she refrained from doing so," Oriana added. "Is there anything else that I should know?" she asked, looking at both men.

Drayce raised a brow at her question. "How can we guess what is in her mind?"

"How do you feel about discovering you are not a human but a witch?" Yorian asked, changing the subject.

"I...I guess find it hard to accept, my lord. More like, I cannot wrap my head around the truth? It is like a complete stranger approached you and claimed to be your father out of the blue. That kind of bewildered feeling..."

"Do you hate it?" the elf asked.

"I’m...not sure..."

Was there a reason to hate herself? No. Nothing changed.

In fact, it had little effect on her, aside from the fact that her magic would not allow her to use certain herbs that react to black magic. Only, she was unwilling to involve herself in this dangerous world of supernatural beings. She wanted to be as far as possible from witches and wizards.

These thoughts, she honestly relayed them to Drayce and Yorian.

Neither men commented on this. After all, Oriana was a person with her own mind. She was not a child and she was not dumb either.

Whether she accepted her identity and embraced her reality, that would be hers to determine, not them. They would only intervene on matters related to her being used by Black Witch Zaria.

"You told her that this might be your last meeting."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Did she give you anything before you parted ways?" Drayce asked after some time.

Oriana felt like she could not hide anything from him, but it was fine since she neither planned to do so.