The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Just You And Me

Oriana trembled seeing Seren like this and looked at Arlan in worry. "What...What should we do?

"First, we need to know what exactly happened to him," Drayce replied.

Oriana briefly recounted how she woke up and noticed Arlan was missing, but he was sitting in a stupor the moment she returned to the room.

"So what truly happened, we can only know when Arlan wakes up. I had never come across such a situation with him and I was not aware what Arlan was upto." Drayce determined because he was sure Arlan would always tell him anything he dealt with.

Yorian spoke, "This black magic does not belong to Zaria. It is possible it belongs to her group, but Prince Arlan is not injured in a fight, that much I can see. There can be something else which only he can tell us."

"Can you check again?" Oriana asked, her face turning pale in panic, "It’s black magic, and His Highness is only human. From what Lord Yorian told me last time, aside from offensive spells, aren’t there curses too? Can curses be healed? Does it count as an injury?"

Drayce wanted to tell her that Arlan was not human and someone with the attribute of darkness as well. Even if it’s stronger and evilest black magic, it will eventually lose its effect on him. In the end, he simply looked at Yorian.

Yorian promptly spoke, "Oriana, the prince is not injured but just weakened. The trace of black magic we felt is only due to him being exposed to someone with black magic. All he needs is rest. Once he wakes up, he will regain his strength."

"By exposed you mean just by accident? To me it looks like an intentional move," she said, not willing to believe their words.

"You are right. What I mean to say is, that he will be fine and you we don’t have to do anything to heal him," Yorian clarified.

Only then Oriana understood and calmed down.

Seren could understand what Oriana feeling and said, "Do not worry, Oriana. Prince Arlan is stronger man. He will be fine. About who did this with him, we will find out for sure."

Oriana nodded and felt better at the consoling words from Seren.

After the three left, Oriana did not return to the couch. Instead, she sat at the edge of the bed and continued to look after him, wiping away the cold sweat from his face with a cloth.

Though Seren told Drayce not to touch him because of the evil black magic, Oriana didn’t care because all she felt was worry for Arlan. As someone who had no knowledge of anything related to magic, she felt frustrated and useless. What good was an ignorant witch?

All she could do was stay by his side.

’Will he really be back to normal when morning arrives?’

One ought to know, the sun would be rising in about two hours yet Arlan remained in this state, visibly distressed in his sleep.

Checking his pulse, Oriana could not figure out what was wrong with him. She had used all viable methods to ease him, like changing his sweat-stained sheets to a fresh one with Imbert’s help and putting soothing incense in the burner, but nothing had an obvious effect.

It was a rude awakening. In the world of supernatural beings, her skill as a physician was negligible. She helplessly sat back at the edge of the bed looking at him. ’

What happened to you?’

Whatever was wrong with Arlan, based on Yorian’s need to call for reinforcements, coupled with Seren’s reaction, it was difficult to believe the prince was merely weakened. There ought to be something else, something more...but she was clueless what it was.

Oriana hated it, hated how she could only watch helplessly, unable to understand what happened to Arlan and unable to help in any way. She could only listen in on what others say.

’But what if they’re keeping things from me?’

Oriana lay on the bed next to the prince, turning to face him. Her eyes never left his handsome face, carrying both care and worry for him.

Although some time had passed, Arlan remained restless in his sleep. Oriana would occasionally move her hand to ease the frown lines on his forehead, at times brushing away strands of his hair from his forehead with her fingers.

Oriana moved her hand to caress his cheek, and he appeared more at ease with the warmth of her palm. She wanted to smile at his reaction but could not find it in her to do so.

Her heart ached.

’Your Highness, you have always been arrogant and strong in my eyes. How can you be reduced to this? Who did this to you?’

However, as Drayce said, only Arlan himself held the answers to their questions.

Her eyes turned watery in frustration.

’Where did you disappear to earlier? Did that Black Witch take you away? Why did they send you back into this state and what exactly did she do to you?’