The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: What A Bad Luck!

"I’m hungry. Let’s end it here for the day."

Oriana respectfully bowed.

"Thank you for teaching me well."

Rosetta didn’t reply and offered her hand to Oriana. Oriana knew they were going to head back to the Royal Palace of Othinia, but she blanched at the nauseating memory from her first teleportation experience. She still didn’t know how to protect her body while doing so.

Even before she could ask Rosetta, their bodies had already disappeared from the meadow and appeared inside the room of the guest mansion of Griven.

Oriana collapsed. Her head spun, and she felt the strong urge to puke. It was worse this time, because her body was drained of magic power due to the repeated casting of the shield rune. She could not even force herself to kneel, having no strength left in her body.

"Here," she heard Rosetta say and Oriana raised her head up to look at her.

"Drink this." Rosetta offered her small bottle of elixir.

Oriana looked at it warily. Rosetta laughed.

"This elixir will heal your body from the damage caused by the training during today’s lessons. If you won’t drink it, do not expect to have a lesson tomorrow. It will take you three days to recover your drained magic on your own."

Oriana looked at Rosetta’s stern face. She didn’t know why but she decided to trust Rosetta and drank that elixir after accepting it.

Thud!

The next moment, a familiar book fell on the center table. It was the introductory book of witchcraft.

"I am giving you another chance to finish this book. Learn to protect your body during spatial shifts. I won’t waste valuable elixir on you for an incompetent witch."

Oriana stood up from the floor and lowered her head in front of Rosetta. "Thank you, Teacher."

Rosetta didn’t reply to it and Oriana watched Rosetta do something with her fingers. It was obvious she casted a spell on Oriana.

"What did you do?" Oriana asked warily.

"It’s to remove any traces of magic from your body," Rosetta answered and Oriana didn’t have to be told anything more. She simply tried to feel any changes in her body.

’I don’t feel anything.’

When Oriana moved her attention from the magic disappearing around her body back to her surroundings, the older witch was already gone.

Oriana sighed and realized that although she had no visible injuries, her uniform was covered in dirt.

"His Highness will be back soon. I need to be ready to welcome him."

She put the book back in the drawer chest and headed towards the servant quarters, intending to change into clean clothes.

’His Highness said we can talk once he is back. I hope today I can finally tell him the truth.’

When she was going downstairs, Damien happened to come across her by accident.

"What happened to you, Orian?" He could see her clothes soiled.

She pulled out a sheepish smile, a seamless lie escaping her mouth with no effort. "Do I look bad? While preparing medicines, I stumbled, and the ingredients and concoction spilled on myself."

"Are you hurt?"

"I am not boiling the concoction, fortunately. Otherwise, I would be yelling in pain for burns."

Damien sympathized. "It is really fortunate. Go get changed. His Highness will be back soon."

Oriana hurried to her room, freshened up and changed into a fresh set of uniform. Her body ached, and it was hard to say she was not tempted to sleep. Casting spells are not only one’s magic reserves, but also willpower. She could not afford to lose concentration even for a moment.

Today’s lesson was taxing, and she somewhat feared experiencing such hardships everyday from hereon. However, at the same time, she was relieved that she was successful in casting a spell.

’I can adapt to anything as long as I put my mind into it.’