The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Evil Black Magic

At this moment, Imbert hurried inside the chamber, and he was alone. The knight captain found Arlan sitting on the bed, with his back facing the door, and Oriana’s hand on the prince’s head.

Oriana separated herself from Arlan upon seeing Imbert.

"Sir Loyset! Good you came! Something is wrong with His Highness!" _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Though she was flustered, her worry for Arlan was more dominant than her embarrassment. She expected to get some answers from him. Afterall, Imbert was Arlan’s righthand man so he must know best about his liege’s condition.

Wordlessly, Imbert walked towards Arlan.

"Your Highness, you should lie down."

The knight helped the prince lay in bed. The entire time, Arlan remained in a stupor, unresponsive like a broken doll.

Once Imbert made sure Arlan was comfortable, he gave Oriana a deep stare. "Stay by his side."

Oriana followed him as he turned to leave. "Sir Loyset, what is going on? Why is Highness in a catatonic state?"

Imbert didn’t turn to look at her but spoke, "Just do as you are told. I will be guarding outside. If anything changes, seek me out."

It only made her more confused. After the knight left, she returned to Arlan’s side. From his steady breathing, he had drifted to sleep, but there were frown lines on his forehead, proving that it was not a restful one. He looked exhausted with beads of sweat forming over his face and neck.

Oriana touched his forehead but there was no fever. She went to the washroom and brought a basin of water and a clean cloth. She wiped the sweat away from his face and neck and continued to sit on the bed, no longer caring about royal etiquette and whatnot.

’This evil feeling...should be magic. Something doesn’t feel right. I need to talk to King Drayce or Lord Yorian.’

Oriana stood up and went to Imbert. "Sir Loyset, please look after His Highness for a bit. I will ask for assistance from the Megarisian delegation."

Imbert didn’t stop her. Once she left, he entered the room and went straight to Arlan’s bed. He pulled the prince’s right hand out from under the quilt and checked his wrist.

A surge of anger briefly appeared on Imbert’s cold face, having his guess confirmed. By the time he looked at his liege, his gaze returned to its usual calm but it wouldn’t be wrong to say it held pity for the prince. He tucked Arlan’s hand back under the quilt and returned to guarding outside the door, standing on the same exact spot as earlier, as if he had not moved in the first place.

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Oriana ran straight to the side garden gate which was connected to the guest mansion next door. She crossed the gate, only to be stopped by the palace guard on the other side.

"Halt!"

"I-I am an attendant of the Crown Prince of Griven," she wheezed. She was grateful that she was wearing a uniform with the crest of the oak and thistle embroidered on its lapel. "I need to— I am here to see Lord Yorian upon orders of the prince. Please let me pass."

The guard frowned. "At this hour?"

"Yes, it is an urgent matter."

"Are you looking for me?"

Oriana heard the familiar voice and nearly burst into happy tears at the sight of the silver-haired elf. Relief washed over her body, before worry began to gnaw her insides once more.

"My Lord, please come with me!"