The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: The Saviour

A striking and dashing figure, donned in a simple white shirt beneath a black overcoat and matching pants, completed with long boots, strolled into the room with casual grace. In his right hand, he held a sheathed sword, his entrance undeterred by the moonlight filtering through the window.

His piercing brown eyes surveyed the room, sweeping from the unconscious form of Arlan and settling on the enigmatic figures within. Among them, one was familiar, while the other remained concealed beneath a shroud of dark fabric, concealing her entire frame, not a glimpse of her face in sight.

His objective was crystal clear, his gaze fixated on the shrouded woman who likely still grappled with the shock of his sudden appearance.

"Who are you?" the witch inquired.

Before the man could respond, Oriana interjected, "Haven’t you just questioned the source of my confidence in successfully evading your trap? He is the answer." Oriana then turned her attention to the man. "Commander Sanders, I’m deeply grateful for your timely arrival."

In return, Calhoun Sanders, the vigilant guardian knight in service to King Drayce, also known as the Slayer of the battlefield, locked eyes with Oriana. "Are you alright, Miss Oriana?"

"Yes," she replied before adding with a touch of annoyance, "though I must admit, I’ve grown rather uncomfortable and fatigued standing here for an extended period, listening to the nonsense spewed by this unpleasant witch."

"It won’t be much longer," he assured her. The two conversed as though no one else occupied the room, as if there were no immediate peril in their midst.

Were these two individuals openly underestimating the evil witch?

Slayer smoothly withdrew his sword from its scabbard and leveled a mocking gaze at the witch. "Have you finished playing games?"

The witch was taken aback by his brash demeanor. She could discern he was human and not any supernatural, but the mystery that confounded her was how he had breached the formidable barrier of black magic.

"Impossible!" the witch muttered, her disbelief evident. "You are undoubtedly human. How did you breach this room?"

Slayer fixed the witch with a bored and frosty stare. "Is that really the pressing concern right now, rather than attempting to save your own skin? I don’t usually harm women, but this time, I might make an exception."

"Commander, she’s nothing more than a repulsive, otherworldly being. You need not even consider her as human," Oriana remarked.

Slayer’s gaze shifted from the unconscious Arlan sprawled on the floor to the witch. "You certainly don’t warrant any mercy," he retorted, his once warm brown eyes now darkened by anger.

The witch, roused from her initial shock, steeled herself. "It seems you’re determined to meet your end by barging in here so recklessly. I’m not certain what trick you employed to breach that door’s barrier, but one thing is certain: you won’t leave this room alive."

With a swift incantation, the witch unleashed a formidable onslaught of her dark magic at Slayer. Oriana’s voice pierced the tense air, "Commander, please be careful!"

Yet, Slayer remained rooted in place, as though nothing had occurred. The wave of black magic dissipated upon contact with his body, passing through him like a feeble gust of wind that couldn’t even ruffle a single hair on his head.

"What? How can this be?" The witch recoiled, her panic evident. She launched another assault at Slayer, this time with her most potent attack, yet the outcome remained unchanged. It couldn’t even graze Slayer’s form.

Even the mightiest of individuals would have displayed some hint of trepidation when facing her onslaught, but this human standing before her appeared entirely immune to her sorcery. What was unfolding was beyond her comprehension.