The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424: He Is Mine

Oriana turned her attention back to the unconscious Arlan and softly spoke, "Your Highness, I must leave your side for a moment. But don’t worry, I will be back soon." Her gaze held tenderness, a stark contrast to the anger and darkness that had filled her eyes during her conversation with the witch. She even offered a gentle smile, as if could even see it. She let Arlan lay on the cold floor, her hand releasing its gentle hold on him.

’I must maintain my composure.’

She rose to her feet, facing the dark part of the room. "You are incredibly delusional, you wretched witch. Why don’t you come out and let me see how unsightly you are, hiding your ugliness in the shadows."

Oriana’s tone was laced with unmistakable mockery and unassailable authority. It was as if this witch was a mere nobody, while Oriana herself was the embodiment of supreme power – a fact that held true, given her position as queen. The first rule of being a queen was to exude unwavering authority in the face of anyone she encountered. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

The witch seemed to have taken aback by Oriana’ overwhelming confidence but she got back to her senses and scoffed, "You, a lowly human, dare to call me wretched? If you upset me more when I am being nice to you, do not blame me for being cruel. Do not forget that you agreed to let me have your body, and you have no escape from this place."

"Did you take my words seriously?" Oriana laughed as if she was taking this witch for a fool, " Let me tell you, I am a skilled liar, unhesitant to deceive when it benefits me. Besides, why would I give my body, with such a beautiful face, to a loathsome creature like you? If you dare, then step out and let this mother of yours see your face. I must ensure you’re even worthy of touching me. If you are hideous, don’t even entertain the thought."

"It doesn’t matter if you retract your words. Once you agreed, it’s binding, and now you are willingly ensnared in my cage," the witch retorted, dismissing Oriana’s words as mere bluster. "I initially intended to have your body without causing you harm, but it seems I need to remind you of your place and who you truly are."

Oriana remained undaunted by the witch’s threats and instead responded with derision, "My place? If you truly knew who I am, you might find yourself fleeing with all your wickedness tucked between your legs." She shot a mocking look at the witch, in the direction of that voice, her resolve unwavering. "You despicable wretch, show me what you’re made of," Oriana taunted, bracing herself to confront the dark sorceress.

"You’ve asked for it," the witch declared and launched a malevolent spell filled with dark magic towards Oriana.

Before the sinister spell could reach Oriana, a magnificent, potent defensive shield manifested in front of her, effortlessly diverting the impending attack. To those in the know, the sight of this shield was a marvel to behold. It was clear that no ordinary witch could command such an extraordinary protective barrier capable of withstanding an assault infused with evil magic, particularly one fueled by the formidable essence of the most powerful divine blood.

Oriana didn’t move even an inch from where she was standing.

"How is this possible? You are not a human?" the witch exclaimed, taken aback by the thwarted attack, her frustrated cry echoing in the darkness.

"I’ve already told you I’m your mother," Oriana retorted with a sinister edge. "Are you emerging willingly, or should I pull you out by your hair?"

"You are a witch?" the voice from the darkness echoed again.

Oriana’s wicked smirk deepened as she replied, "You’re not entirely without wits, are you?"

"How can you be a witch?" the evil witch said in a disbelief.

"Probably to shove you to the hell?" Oriana replied, enjoying the shock that witch got.

"No witch can withstand me; I am the most powerful..." the witch began, her confidence unwavering.

This dark sorceress had been harnessing the power of the divine beast’s blood in her dark magic, a force so potent that no ordinary witch could hope to match it.

Oriana let out a sigh, her patience wearing thin. "You refuse to listen, don’t you?" She readied herself to venture into the dark recesses of the chamber.