The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448: I Trapped Her

Half an hour passed, and Julien started feeling anxious, wondering about Amaya’s well-being or if they had inadvertently put another person in danger. Amaya, having given birth a mere two weeks ago, had endured a difficult delivery and struggled with weakened health owing to substantial blood loss.

Leaving Arlan to her lady-in-waiting, who was quietly waiting outside on her master’s orders, Julien headed to the rear of the palace.

She reached an empty, dimly lit corridor with a few rooms. Julien wondered in which room Edna might be. Just then, the door of one room opened, and a woman’s figure stumbled out, falling to the ground.

Julien recognized Amaya and rushed towards her. She knelt on the floor, cradling Amaya’s injured body in her arms. "Amaya, are you hurt?"

"I-It’s alright," Amaya replied in a pained voice. "I took care of it."

"Did you... kill her...?" Julien asked, concerned that she forgot to tell Amaya they couldn’t kill her.

"I could not, but..."

"Amaya?!" A man’s voice echoed in the corridor as he hurried towards the two women on the floor. He knelt beside them, looking at Amaya with teary eyes. "What have you done?"

"F-Father, I had to do it... Cough!" Amaya coughed up blood.

"Do not talk. Let me take you to the physician," tears streamed down her father’s face at the sight of his injured daughter.

Julien nodded, "Yes, Lord Verner, let’s take her to—"

"No. I can’t be saved. Just listen to what I say. I do not have much time," Amaya said, gathering the last bit of her strength. "I have trapped that witch in this room. She won’t be able to be free ever. But I could not kill her because... cough... killing her will kill the entire royal bloodline... she had cast a curse..." Her weak gaze moved towards her father. "Father, my blood is what trapped her here. Do you understand what I mean?"

Philip nodded, and then Amaya looked at Julien, holding her hand tightly. "Forgive me for bringing all this upon your family... Cough... It was all my fault. But if you ever want to believe in me, just know my words that there is no one in this world who is invincible. One day, someone will appear to rid you of this witch and bring peace to your life. Till then, do everything to protect your family."

Julien could only nod, trying to control her tears. The night had turned ominous, with one unfortunate event following another. How many more people were they going to lose?

Amaya looked back at her father. "Father, take me back home. I want to see my daughter for the last time."

Philip only nodded and lifted his daughter in his arms. As he walked away, a loud scream emanated from the room, followed by Edna’s angry voice. "Amaya, you wench. One day I will avenge what you did to me."

Thud!

With a loud noise, the door of the room closed, making Julien tremble in her place.

A month later, on another full moon night, Karla, who still served as Arlan’s nanny, prepared to take him to the witch. Following the witch’s instructions, Julien had to keep Karla by Arlan’s side and refrain from exposing, punishing, or relieving her of her duties. Months passed by, but Julien could not find anyone capable of fighting a witch. Among humans, finding another witch or any supernatural being was like finding a needle in a haystack.

On the night in question, Julien entered Arlan’s room, fully aware of the impending departure. Seeing Karla ready to leave with Arlan, Julien dismissed the servants and confronted the nanny.

"Where are you taking him?" Julien blocked their way.

"Lady Julien, you already know the answer, and if you stop us, you know the consequences as well," Karla replied calmly.

Julien ignored her and knelt in front of Arlan, who was unusually calm. "Arlan, I know you are scared, and you don’t have to..."

"I will go," the little boy’s sweet voice expressed determination.