The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: A Monster

In shock, Oriana took a step back, while Arlan advanced toward her. He seized her hand, the one holding the bloodied dagger, and moved it towards his own chest. The next moment that blade stabbed him in chest.

A loud gasp escaped Oriana’s lips, rendering her speechless as she looked at her hand clutching the knife. She attempted to wrest her hand free, but Arlan maintained a firm grip, refusing to remove the dagger. The blood from that stab continued to paint his pristine white shirt in red.

"Didn’t you want to kill me? Well, here’s your chance," he declared.

She once more tried to free her hand but he tightened his grip on her hand even more, and moved that sharp dagger across his chest, slicing through his flesh without displaying any signs of pain. "This is where you touched me, isn’t it? Let me remove that repulsive contact."

Meanwhile, Oriana was in a state of profound shock, struggling to process the unfolding scene. How can someone stab themselves mercilessly and wouldn’t even make a sound while cutting their own flesh mercilessly?

By the time Arlan finally released her hand, he had inflicted multiple deep wounds on his chest wherever her hand had touched him a while ago. His white shirt was drenched in blood and was entirely tattered.

He tore his shirt apart, revealing his healing wounds on his chest that healed on it’s own in a blink of an eye.

"You’re not naïve enough to believe that I’m just an ordinary human. You referred to me as a monster, and that’s precisely what I am."

Speechless, Oriana’s gaze remained fixed on his healing wounds as she continued to retreat with unsteady legs.

Arlan closed the distance between them, approaching the still-shocked woman with his half-bare body, now fully healed. "Do you believe an invincible monster like me is incapable of eliminating you and that old man and I’m obligated to serve under the king’s command? I’ve extended my patience for the sake of my father, but you’ve failed to appreciate it. This, I must insist, is my threshold. Vanish from this place as soon as you can, or I’ll have no choice but to kill both of you."

Her eyes, wide with shock, remained fixed on him as she repeated her question, "What are you?" struggling to accept the unbelievable sight before her.

"A monster," he declared boldly, and then summoned his loyal knight, "Imbert."

She gazed at the dagger in her hand, still clutching it in disbelief, before releasing her grip. The dagger clattered to the floor, breaking the eerie silence that had settled over the room.

The knight’s resolute voice echoed from beyond the study door. "Yes, Your Highness?"

"Escort this woman away, and ensure she never crosses the threshold of my residence again."

Arlan’s impatience was palpable, as if her very presence was unbearable for another moment.