The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: A Little Boy

Yorian found satisfaction in following her lead, embracing human methods, as he was safeguarded by this human. He had not forgotten the sensation of being protected by her, similar to when they had escaped Prince Cian’s guest mansion in Othinia. He was prepared to relish it once more and revel in the thrill through human means.

As they reached the rear of the mansion and ventured down the seemingly deserted and eerily quiet corridor, Oriana’s sigh of relief resonated. A content smile graced her lips, signifying their successful passage past the guards without detection.

"See, I’m rather skilled at this," Oriana whispered with a sense of pride.

"You certainly are," Yorian replied in a hushed tone, "Although, it would have been significantly quicker if we had made use of my teleportation abilities."

Oriana’s expression bordered on a glare as she retorted, "Why didn’t you suggest that earlier?" Her tone held a hint of accusation.

He raised an eyebrow. "Who was it that silenced me earlier?"

Oriana realized her oversight but was not one to easily admit to it. "Well, we shouldn’t rely on our powers for trivial matters. Let’s conserve them for when they’re truly needed," she declared, averting her gaze from Yorian and directing it down the lengthy corridor. "Have you been here before, Lord Yorian?"

"No, I’ve only assessed this location from the outside. I needed to prepare a magic spell to shield both of us from detection, given the strong presence of black magic within this place," he explained. "Can you sense the black magic?"

"I can, and it’s growing stronger in that direction," she responded, pointing ahead toward the corridor.

"I’ve concealed our presence so we won’t be detected here, at least," Yorian informed her. "But as we proceed, you must remain vigilant."

Oriana nodded in acknowledgment, fully aware of the need for caution ahead.

They advanced in silence, their cautious steps echoing in the corridor as they sensed the ominous presence of dark, malevolent magic intensifying. Eventually, they came to a halt in front of a pair of imposing double doors, beyond which the gloomy and sinister aura seemed to emanate.

Oriana glanced at Yorian, silently questioning whether this was the room they sought. Yorian nodded in confirmation, and they both refrained from speaking, wary of alerting anyone within.

As Oriana extended her hand toward the door, ready to touch the shroud of black magic enfolding it, Yorian apprehensively grabbed her hand, his gaze a silent warning that the act might be perilous.

She gently patted his wrist with her other hand, seeking to reassure him and silently urging him to release her hand. Reluctantly, Yorian complied, though he remained skeptical. She was, after all, the Black Witch herself, and perhaps she could handle it.

Oriana’s fingers made contact with the veil of black magic surrounding the door, but in the next instant, her entire body froze. Her eyes clenched shut, and her face twisted with the agony of a tormenting sensation.

Concerned, Yorian hastily pulled her back, her body trembling uncontrollably. She appeared in shock, her hands gripping his clothes, her face contorted with pain pressed against his chest, and tears streaming down her cheeks.