The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: Despicable Elf, Wicked Witch

High atop a distant mountain peak, three supernaturals were sitting on the rugged boulders, savoring a fine wine.

Evanthe, taking a sip and eyeing the small, round ,wooden wine container in her hand, remarked, "Yorian, this wine tastes just as I remember it. Since leaving Agartha, it had slipped my mind."

"This is the specialty of my clan. No other wine can taste like this," Yorian spoke as he took a sip from the similar container in his own hand.

Sierra chimed in, "This is my first time tasting it."

"Then savor it," Evanthe chuckled, "Who’s to say Lord Yorian will be generous enough to share his precious wine with us again?"

Yorian nodded in agreement, acknowledging the possibility. "Indeed, there may not be a next time."

Evanthe, with a sly grin, commented, "We know you only used to share it with her. What prompted this sudden generosity towards us today?"

Yorian, taking a contemplative sip, offered a warning gaze, "If you do not wish to drink it, you can return it to me."

"Do not even think about it," Evanthe swiftly concealed the bottle behind her back. "Once you’ve given it to me, it’s mine."

Sierra chuckled, "Evanthe, you are acting like a little girl."

Yorian let out a scoff. "This is nothing new. You should have witnessed her antics back in Agartha; then you wouldn’t be so surprised."

Sierra chimed in, "I’ve seen her mischievous side whenever we both get bored, regardless."

Evanthe, her eyes narrowing at Yorian, pressed on, "Yorian, don’t try to divert me from the original topic. Are you so overjoyed about sending her off to her wedding that you’re drowning your happiness in this wine?"

Yorian shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. With a flick of his finger, he made the wine container vanish from Evanthe’s grasp.

"Yorian!" Evanthe exclaimed, her irritation evident. "Are you asking for trouble?"

He responded with a mocking smirk. "I did warn you earlier."

Without hesitation, Evanthe leaped from the boulder, landing gracefully on the grassy floor some distance away, thanks to her magical abilities. Anger radiated from her eyes as she harnessed her magic.

And then...

Crash!

The wine bottle in Yorian’s hand exploded, sending wine splattering in all directions. Yorian’s clothes and face were drenched.

He shook his hands and wiped his wine-soaked face, offering Evanthe a decidedly displeased glare.

"She’s at it again," Sierra sighed, her fingers flicking to create an energy barrier around herself. "I can’t allow them to disturb me while I’m savoring this exquisite wine."

"If you dare," Evanthe challenged, "come face me." However, Yorian had already descended to the grassy ground, determined to teach this witch a lesson for squandering his wine.

They engaged in a fierce magical battle, their bodies floating in the air, just few feet above the ground as they faced, skillfully dodging and countering each other’s spells.

Their mocking words were equally sharp.

"How dare you take it out on me when you’re the one who sent her off to her wedding?" Evanthe attacked.

Yorian defended himself, "Then, would I have run away with her only to see her sad face all the time while remembering the one she loves?" and attacked Evanthe.

She defended swiftly and scoffed, "That Dragon would have pursued you and torn you apart."

"As if I he really can?" he said while preparing his next attack as both continued without having any sign of stopping.

"Then why didn’t you take her with you? Who knows your happiness would have granted me few more jars for wine from you."

"For the sake of your selfish desire for wine, you would sacrifice a young woman’s happiness?"

"Yes. You should have tried it."

"I am not as selfish as you, witch. My long life has not yet clouded my judgment between right and wrong."

"Really? Wasn’t it wrong when you confiscated my wine bottle? You despicable elf, why don’t you go to hell?"

"With you around, I’m already in hell, you wicked witch."