The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458: Someone Had Punished The Witch

Oriana returned to her guest mansion after her visit to Arlan. As she freshened up while lying on the bed, her mind buzzed with numerous questions. Unable to find solace in sleep, she eventually resorted to sending a magical message to Yorian.

After a while, the elf materialized in her chamber, as was his usual habit, taking his place on the window sill. A playful smirk adorned his face as he remarked, "Isn’t it rather untimely for the Crown Princess to summon a man at this late hour of the night?"

Oriana rose from the bed, her tone cold as she retorted, "You are not a man to me, but an ancient elf. It’s perfectly acceptable to summon you here."

Yorian raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking, "What if this ancient elf entertains a different notion?"

She folded her hands in front of her chest, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "He would find himself swiftly regretting it."

Leaping from the floor, he approached her with a serious demeanor, a departure from his usual playful nature. His eyes, usually filled with lightness, now held an intense gaze. "Do you truly believe you can?"

Oriana hadn’t anticipated him taking her words seriously and shifting his mood so abruptly. Feeling a hint of threat, she observed his tall figure advancing towards her. It dawned on her that perhaps she shouldn’t playfully provoke this elf, who could sometimes transform into a completely different entity. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Taking a step back, she said, "I was merely jesting. How could a mere witch like me withstand the might of an ancient elf like you?"

He continued his approach, his demeanor unwavering. "Why don’t you give it a try?"

She offered an awkward smile as she stepped back, saying, "Hehe, I am just a child. You elderly people should not mind my words."

Yorian, seemingly unfazed by her attempt to yield, halted and leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, his eyes locking onto her puzzled and anxious expression. "You really should cease challenging me, Oriana," he warned. "You won’t know when I might take it seriously. I’m not the saint you perceive me to be."

She gulped nervously, shifting her face back slightly to create more distance. "Apologies."

"There’s a reason you’re being spared," he asserted, his tone carrying a veiled threat. "So you better not test my patience."

Oriana nodded involuntarily, realizing she had chosen an inopportune moment to display her arrogance. Despite her discomfort, curiosity got the better of her. "What reason?"

Yorian maintained his intense gaze. "Simple," he replied, moving back. "You have to be well-prepared to confront that evil witch. This time, I’ll spare you for your insolence." His eyes bore into hers with a warning, "You are not allowed to lose to that witch at any cost."

Oriana pressed her lips into a thin line, feeling a twinge of displeasure at his provocation and his air of superiority. However, she acknowledged the necessity of his assistance and the power he wielded. Gratitude overshadowed her irritation.

"I won’t lose," she asserted confidently, observing him walk towards the couch and elegantly take a seat.

His face and tone remained serious. "I appreciate your recklessness, but in this final battle, I won’t appreciate it. You need to be calculated and smart, putting aside that reckless and arrogant attitude of yours."