The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Amazing Oriana

"Are you calling us fake, Your Highness?" one of the cousins asked.

Oriana replied, "You should ask yourselves what you are."

"So, Your Highness, are you suggesting that you enjoyed life in the wilderness and do not appreciate the luxury you now have as the Crown Princess in the palace?" another one asked, sounding confident in their counterargument. "You, dressed in these lavish clothes and adorned with jewellery, having servants at your beck and call, enjoying the same luxuries as us — doesn’t this signify your attempt to become one of us?"

Oriana let out a small laugh, her tone mocking, "It seems that while receiving noble education, you’re lacking in basic logical abilities." She chuckled before continuing, "I certainly relished my free life in the wilderness, but that doesn’t mean I’m saying I don’t enjoy the luxury as the Crown Princess. All I was talking about was being genuine. If I’m rude to you, I don’t have to pretend otherwise and hide it behind noble behavior. I’m openly rude to you, and I admit it. I cannot be fake like you, and I can also enjoy the luxury of being the Crown Princess. Do you dare to punish me?" _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

No one dared say a word.

Oriana’s gaze turned colder as she continued, "Just to remind you, as the Crown Princess, I also have the luxury of putting rude individuals in their place, stomp on their rudeness and I wouldn’t hesitate to use that privilege. I might lack the knowledge of nobility, but I am well-versed in the art of holding grudges and ensuring that those who offend me pay the price."

At that moment, a collective chill seemed to run down their spines as they heard her words.

The coldness in Oriana’s eyes suddenly vanished, and she chuckled playfully, "What ever made you think I wouldn’t relish luxury? Only a fool would turn down such a life. I’m wholeheartedly embracing the lifestyle of the wealthy," she inhaled with a relaxed air, "Ah, it certainly feels wonderful to have power. Look at all of you now. I’m openly offending you, without a facade, and yet there’s nothing you can do about it."

As Oriana delivered her bold statement, those audacious cousins couldn’t help but shiver. They had seriously underestimated her. They had assumed she was just an ordinary and gullible villager, someone they could toy with and insult, but they had it all wrong.

Ana, who had previously felt sad and concerned for her mistress after hearing the rude remarks from these nobles, suddenly had her spirits lifted and couldn’t help but smile.

’My Master is amazing. No one can beat her.’

Arthur sported a wide grin, remarking, "She didn’t disappoint me."

Arlan, however, frowned and cautioned, "You have no right to expect anything from her. Don’t even think about it."

But Oriana wasn’t finished yet. She delicately traced the edge of her veil and added, "As for this veil, I wear it so my dazzling beauty won’t blind individuals like you. Trust me, I am far more beautiful than you can possibly imagine. Probably a kind of beauty you’ve never witnessed before."

Everyone looked at her in shock. What kind of woman would praise herself so boldly, without a trace of hesitation? Instead, her confidence and self-assuredness seemed to suit her so well that it didn’t come across as odd; it was almost tempting to believe in her confidence.

Ana and Arthur struggled to contain their laughter, while Evie suppressed her smile, not wanting to upset her cousins but secretly feeling pleased.

"It appears I’ve addressed all your concerns about me. I’ll take my leave now," Oriana said, turning to go. But then she paused and added, "Oh, but I nearly forgot to address one more of your concerns."

Everyone fell silent, curious about what shocking revelation she might unveil next.