The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Rafal

In the dead of night, Rafal was alone on the practice ground, fervently honing his sword skills. Despite the cold weather, his bare, robust torso glistened with sweat, a testament to the intensity of his training.

His troubled expression was evident as he slashed and parried, channeling his emotions into each precise movement. The moon cast an eerie glow upon the scene, adding to the atmosphere of introspection.

"Can’t sleep?"

A familiar voice interrupted his solitary session, causing Rafal to halt and bow, "Captain."

It was Imbert, the leader he respected above all others. Anyone else would have been met with a dismissive glance in Rafal’s current mood, but Arlan and Imbert held a special place in his heart, and he would never disrespect them.

Imbert, who usually appeared as a stoic knight in full uniform, was now dressed in a simple beige tunic shirt that complemented his well-built physique. His dark pants and boots gave him the appearance of a nobleman’s dashing son, rather than the cold, dutiful knight he typically portrayed.

It showed he was not here as a captain of knights but as a friend.

Imbert casually picked up a nearby sword from its stand and approached Rafal, fluidly swinging the blade to limber up his wrist.

"Care for a spar?" he proposed, a relaxed and friendly glint in his eye. "You can also ask me anything that’s been bothering you while we duel."

Rafal responded by gripping his sword’s hilt firmly, his muscular hand displaying determination. With both warriors ready, the metallic clash of their blades echoed through the practice ground, drawing the attention of guards and knights on night duty.

The practice ground resembled a circular arena, its center covered in sand where the combatants dueled. Surrounding it, ascending stairs provided seating arrangements.

A group of guards and knights standing outside the practice ground couldn’t contain their curiosity as the clash of swords resounded within. They turned to the guards stationed at the entrance, seeking answers.

"What’s happening in there? Who’s sparring?" they inquired eagerly.

One of the guards at the entrance promptly replied, "It’s Captain Imbert and Vice Captain Rafal."

The revelation sparked joy among those gathered outside. They couldn’t hide their enthusiasm.

"It’s been so long since we witnessed a duel between them."

"I wonder who will emerge victorious."

"We have to see this. Let’s head inside."

"No one can enter," the guard at the entrance warned, "Captain had ordered no one to enter inside."

"What?" they exclaimed together, "But why?"

"We’re not sure about the reason," the guards replied sternly, showing no intentions of letting them enter. "But if you’re feeling particularly adventurous and have a death wish, feel free to defy the captain’s orders."

Though eager, everyone held deep respect and perhaps a hint of fear for Imbert, and they dared not challenge his authority. With no other choice, they reluctantly returned to their respective duties.

Within the practice ground, amidst the exchange of strikes, Rafal spoke through gritted teeth, his words more of a conclusion than a question. "Captain, you aware of Her Highness’ true identity when she disguised herself as a boy amongst us?"

The clash of swords filled the air.

Clank!

Clank!

Imbert, facing Rafal’s relentless attack, replied with unwavering honesty. "I have been aware of the young woman hidden within that boy’s guise since the incident with those tribal people in Othinia."

Imbert understood that his knight harbored a multitude of questions and must have felt a profound sense of betrayal for being kept in the dark. When it came to Arlan and their closest circle, Rafal was accustomed to being as informed as Imbert. They were two halves of the same coin while serving under Arlan’s command.

Rafal’s next question came with an undertone of hurt and self-doubt. "Why didn’t you tell me then? Or I am that ignored to not find it out and don’t deserve to stand by His Highness’ side."